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Lord Zee "Sorry! Sorry." | Janiri Danya Nickname: Jan | Callsign: Tech 5ft 10in | 168lbs | 109 years and 10 months Thessia | April 23rd 2077 Asari | Sentinel |
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APPEARANCE◢
MOTIVATIONS AND OUTLOOK◢
BACKGROUND◢
Janiri looks strong. Rather than the lithe and agile forms of your average Asari, a life of farm labor without the use of biotics and technology have made her stout and broad with hands that are rough and covered in callouses. There is a knot of scar tissue on the back of her neck where her neck ends and her shoulders begin.
This starkly contrasts with Janiri's timid demeanor. She avoids meeting people's eyes and keeps herself hunched to make herself look smaller. She steps quietly, not from any skill in stealth but from fear of attracting attention. She's fidgety, her hands constantly messing with something. Whenever someone's voice is raised unexpectedly, particularly towards her, she flinches. When voices are raised, whether they are against her or not, she seems to shrink into herself. She pointedly does her best to keep as much distance as possible between her and anyone she may be working with, growing uncomfortable if the need arises for her to be in close proximity with another.
This starkly contrasts with Janiri's timid demeanor. She avoids meeting people's eyes and keeps herself hunched to make herself look smaller. She steps quietly, not from any skill in stealth but from fear of attracting attention. She's fidgety, her hands constantly messing with something. Whenever someone's voice is raised unexpectedly, particularly towards her, she flinches. When voices are raised, whether they are against her or not, she seems to shrink into herself. She pointedly does her best to keep as much distance as possible between her and anyone she may be working with, growing uncomfortable if the need arises for her to be in close proximity with another.
MOTIVATIONS AND OUTLOOK◢
Janiri is driven by the need of safety. Safety from persecution. Safety from harm. Safety from causing harm to others. She just wants to live her life, safely away from everyone, and not have to constantly look over her shoulder wondering if the asari government is closing in on her, if something is getting ready to attack her, or if she might hurt someone. That was the whole reason for her coming to Sol in the first place. She figured it was the last place the asari government would look for her when they were doing a headcount for who they had lost. Now she's stuck here with everyone else, and a whole fleet of asari military. A fact that makes her incredibly nervous.
While she joined the SRN primarily out of a need to keep moving for her own reassurance, Janiri also has a strong need to help people. Partially out of the community values her family instilled in her over a century ago, and partially out of a need to prove that she isn't the monster that she has been treated as. Whether its to herself, the gods, or the universe at large is something she can't answer. She just needs to prove it.
Janiri strives to stay positive and optimistic, a lesson her parents taught her. Janiri clings to this lessons as a precious memory. "If you get caught in the rain, what good will getting upset do you? You'll still be wet! Just upset, wet, and having done nothing to fix the situation."
She's a very passive and timid person, tending to go with whatever she's told to do and just letting things happen unless under extreme circumstances. It is rare that she'll stand up for herself.
She's a kind and gentle person, speaking quietly and always willing to help at the drop of a hat.
Beneath all of her other wants, Janiri wants to experience having a close community again. She wants to experience having a family again, even if they aren't related to her by blood. Its been decades since she was taken from her family, and though she tries as hard as she can to cling to those cherished memories, they're beginning to slip away and become fuzzy. She's terrified that she'll forget them entirely, and forget what its like to be wanted by the people around you.
While she joined the SRN primarily out of a need to keep moving for her own reassurance, Janiri also has a strong need to help people. Partially out of the community values her family instilled in her over a century ago, and partially out of a need to prove that she isn't the monster that she has been treated as. Whether its to herself, the gods, or the universe at large is something she can't answer. She just needs to prove it.
Janiri strives to stay positive and optimistic, a lesson her parents taught her. Janiri clings to this lessons as a precious memory. "If you get caught in the rain, what good will getting upset do you? You'll still be wet! Just upset, wet, and having done nothing to fix the situation."
She's a very passive and timid person, tending to go with whatever she's told to do and just letting things happen unless under extreme circumstances. It is rare that she'll stand up for herself.
She's a kind and gentle person, speaking quietly and always willing to help at the drop of a hat.
Beneath all of her other wants, Janiri wants to experience having a close community again. She wants to experience having a family again, even if they aren't related to her by blood. Its been decades since she was taken from her family, and though she tries as hard as she can to cling to those cherished memories, they're beginning to slip away and become fuzzy. She's terrified that she'll forget them entirely, and forget what its like to be wanted by the people around you.
BACKGROUND◢
Janiri wants to be a farmer.
It's all she ever wanted to be. It's all her family has ever done, for thousands of years. Her parents were farmers, their parents were farmers, and their parents before them were farmers. To say that it is a family tradition is almost an understatement. It's all her family has ever done, and it's all that she wants to go back to. The simple days of caring for animals and plants and worrying about nothing else.
She was born on Thessia to a family of farmers on the holy day of Janiris. Her parents took they day of her birth as an obvious sign that she was blessed by the god of agriculture and named her after the god. A daughter of farmers being blessed by the god of agriculture was a fortuitous sign and they did everything the could to raise her to be worthy of that namesake. To have a strong respect for the land and animals under their care. To be honest and hard working. To be kind and friendly to your neighbors. To be there whenever people needed you, and to help freely. They taught her the ins and outs of farming, and all the tricks they had learned over thousands of years of agricultural experience. For forty years this was the only life she ever knew. A simple life of maintaining and caring for the land and animals under their care, and helping those around her when they needed it.
For those four decades, her schedule rarely varied. Get up early, feed and examine the animals before heading to the fields with her parents. Go to school in the middle of the day, finish the day by feeding and taking care of the animals. Go to bed early after a family dinner and repeat for the next day. It was simple, and she enjoyed it a great deal.
There was a joke amongst her family that the Danyas were wired differently when the gods made them than all other asari. Whereas other asari want to move about, leave the community, or even go off planet when their Maiden stage hits the Danyas simply stay home. When her Maiden stage hit, Janiri was no different. Rather than getting wanderlust and chaffing at the idea of doing the same thing in the same place for the rest of her life, Jan looked forward to that. She looked forward to eventually taking over and expanding her parent's farm, adding new crops and animals to it. She had no desire to go to the bigger cities of Thessia, or even off-planet at all. She had everything she needed right here, and no desire to see what else there might be.
Of course, she still had the same interests in potential partners that came with puberty. In particular another farmer's daughter named Morelle caught her eye, and she caught Morelle's eye. Jan had already had a conversation with her parents about sex, melding, and how to be safe while doing both for her own sake and her partner's sake. With the awkward confidence and shyness of the young, they began to court one another.
It is the single biggest regret of Janiri's life.
After much fumbling, when they finally did achieve melding it all went horribly wrong. Instead of the joined euphoria of two becoming one, the moment was interrupted by a agonized scream from Morelle. Ripped out of her own melding, Janiri came to the sight of Morelle lying on the ground in an apparent seizure. Panicking and terrified, Janiri did the only thing she could think to do: she ran to her parents for help.
With her parents help, Janiri was able to get Morelle to the hospital and calm herself. She was able to tell the doctors exactly what had happened. The carefully controlled looks on their faces didn't strike her as particularly unusual at the time. After all Morelle was laying unconscious in the hospital bed for an unknown reason, surely they didn't want to cause undue panic or guilt. Within an hour they had secluded her from her parents for testing. Within three they got the results back, and she was kept from her parents. She could hear both of them crying and arguing with the doctors outside the door, but they wouldn't let her out. It was another two hours before one of the doctors walked back in with two armed (Armed? Why were they armed?) guards.
The doctor very carefully, like she was talking to a wild animal, explained that Janiri was on the Ardat-Yakshi spectrum. For a moment, Janiri couldn't hear anything other than the blood rushing in her ears. An Ardat-Yakshi? A demon of the night winds? Those were myths! That wasn't possible! And even if it were, she was blessed by her namesake. Surely something like that couldn't happen to her! When she started listening again, the doctor was explaining that she was lucky (Lucky? She didn't feel lucky. She felt cursed. Her world was falling apart around her.) as she was only barely on the spectrum. Morelle would live (a fact for which Janiri fervently thanked Alune), and may even fully recover. Janiri herself, however, would have to go with the commandos next to her.
Janiri began to step back, fear beginning to overwhelm her again. She didn't want to go with them. She wanted to go home. The doctor tried to talk to her, to tell her she couldn't go home but Janiri ignored her. Where were her parents? She wanted to see them. She needed to see them. This was a mistake, all a big mistake. It had to be. Her protestations and pleas fell on deaf ears as the commandos stepped forward. Before she could even put up a fight, they had her pinned against the wall with biotics and a sedative injected into her. The last thing she saw was the disgust on the face of the commandos.
When Janiri awoke, she was in a small one bedroom apartment. The base of her neck ached, and she rubbed it as she stood and examined the apartment she was in. It was utilitarian and comfortable, but she didn't recognize it. This wasn't home. She stumbled to her feet and headed to the solitary door that she saw. It wouldn't open when she tried the handle. Panic began to fill her as she tried it again. It was locked. She began to call out, beating upon the door, for someone to let her out. This continued for what seemed like hours, until the door was opened and she fell forward into another asari. Before she could even get a word out, she was unceremoniously shoved back into the apartment.
She was told, in no uncertain terms, that she was to stop such a racket until role call in the morning and if she kept up such a racket they would give her another shot of sedative. Panicking, but more afraid of being sedated again, Janiri bit her tongue. The other asari shot her a contemptuous look, and then closed and locked the door once again. It was her first interaction with Zandra, the asari who would be assigned to guard her, but it would not be her last.
When the morning came after several hours (during which, Janiri investigated the apartment at least three times over, finding nothing but a computer to give her any indication that time was passing), Janiri almost sprinted out of the door as it opened, being stopped only by the same asari from before. She was instructed to step out carefully and walk with the others. The Disciple in her hands made it all too easy for Janiri to comply. She joined a quiet line of other asari and was lead out onto the mostly familiar sight of farmland. This one was different than her parents' farm, however. Rather than the modern and welcoming farm she was used to, they were in an almost archaic farm with high towers and fences off in the distance. They were surrounded by guards, each armed and staring them down. Another asari stood atop steps leading to a building opposite the one they had come out of.
After a few moments of staring at them, the asari atop the stairs began to speak. They were lucky (there's that word again. Janiri was certain that someone lucky wouldn't be there at all) that they were barely on the Ardat-Yakshi spectrum. Any higher and they would have been placed into prisons or sanitaria. Because of their fortune, they were allowed to repay society for their transgressions (what transgressions? She hadn't done anything!) with honest labor without the aid of machines. They were too work all day, and then return to their apartments and be locked in there for the night. They were also warned not to attempt to flee. Not only would the guards and fence stop them, even if they did manage to escape they would be tracked down by the trackers embedded in the base of the necks.
The Warden, as Janiri began calling her, then dictated them to their work. They went and, as Janiri found out, 'honest labor' meant unnecessarily physical labor. They were allowed almost no technology or biotics to aid their work on the farm. Janiri's first day was brutal. She quickly learned that no talking with the other Ardat-Yakshi was allowed, and that they were expected to work silently. The day passed in an exhausting blur until they were allowed to head back into their apartments.
Despite her exhaustion, Janiri got on the computer and began to search the internet to see if she could find out what had happened to Morelle. This was her first realization that she was dealing with a side of the powerful asari government that most never knew existed. The government that used its power to kidnap her from her family, ensure their silence, put her in a secluded government work program, chip her like an animal, and then wipe her existence from the face of Thessia.
When she finally found a news report about Morelle, it wasn't about how the girl was recovering. It was about how she was the only survivor of a farming accident that took the life of Janiri Danya.
Dumbfounded, Janiri read the article again. Then she desperately searched for her name. It was the same thing every time it popped up. She was dead to the rest of the world. Killed in a farm accident. She signed into her email and tried to send a message to her parents. A notification popped up telling her that her email had been sent to the Warden's office for review. She tried all of her previous social media accounts. She was locked out of all of them. The asari government had taken her from her home, killed her to the world, and was now ensuring that she couldn't contact the rest of the universe without their explicit approval.
It only got worse as Janiri's first month came and went. She found out quickly that she was being watched in the apartment, as when she attempted to continue the biotic training her school had started Zandra's voice came from seemingly nowhere to inform her to stop or that she would be punished. They gave her a strict ration of food for the month. All of her online activity was monitored, and if she attempted to send anything that wasn't preapproved the VI that monitored the whole system would flag it, stop it, and send it to the warden for approval. Even on instant messaging, the VI quickly scanned and determined if what she sent was a violation of any rules.
The asari government was deeply ashamed of the existence of Ardat-Yakshi, and they were going to make sure that no one knew about them who didn't have to.
Janiri and her fellow prisoners were, surprisingly, paid for their work. It was a paltry amount, but it was credits nonetheless. Out of a guilty conscience Janiri ensured that half of her earned credits were sent to Morelle and Morelle's family every time they were paid. Janiri had been allowed to know that the Morelle lived, but would never fully recover.
They were even allowed to make authorized purchases for themselves and their apartments, so long as it was ran by the warden first. Most of Janiri's initial requests were denied. She would not be allowed a pet for surely she would meld with and absorb its strength (an idea that Janiri visibly recoiled at). She would not be allowed to buy anything that could be useful in a fight (so no asari dance training videos, no omni-tools, etc etc). She was only allowed to order specific parts and schematics once the warden had confirmed that they couldn't be used to craft some weapon (and several times were rejected anyway).
The apartments weren't, technically speaking, prison cells. They were nicer than that, and Janiri and her fellow Ardat-Yakshi were able to customize the apartments to their liking. But it was hard to forget that the doors were always locked at night, and that they were under constant surveillance.
As the first month passed into the next seventy years, Janiri settled into a routine. She would work all day in near total silence, collecting and loading the produce onto ships for transport to the city, herding and feeding the animals, giving them medicine, whatever she was told to do. When she was finished, she would go back to her apartment and then get on the extranet to escape. She would research all there was to know about the agriculture of Thessia. When she got bored of that, it was the agriculture of Palaven. Then the agriculture of Sur'Kesh. Then Earth. Then Tuchanka. So on, so forth. Each planet provided its own wealth of flora and fauna for her to research and study. Some, like Earth and Palaven, she studied in depth. Others, like Sur'Kesh and Tuchanka, she only got the most well known animals from. When it became clear that the Warden would make them do without the help of any machines that broke, Janiri began to study how to repair machinery of all kinds. She would practice building things in her room, making small mechs and drones that did useless things for her entertainment.
To help with the fact that she wasn't getting any socialization from those around her Janiri, with the help of the extranet, designed a very simple VI that she installed into a small hologram on her desk. All it did was talk to her and respond to basic commands with jokes or random facts from the extranet. It wasn't much, but it helped.
By far the thing she looked forward to most when joining the extranet was interacting with people all over it. She had several anonymous accounts that she accrued a wide network of similarly anonymous friends from. She still had to be very careful with what she shared and said, but as long as she didn't reveal anything that the asari government didn't want her to reveal she was good to go. It was her only positive interaction with anyone over those seventy years, as she wasn't allowed to talk to the asari she worked with and Zandra, the guard whom she had the most experience with, reacted with contempt to every attempt Janiri made at conversation.
The extranet was the lens through which Janiri viewed the galaxy and any exciting event that happened within it. When the humans and turians clashed, she saw leaked helmet footage from the battles. When the batarians were getting their noses bloodied by the same humans, she was able to cheer on humanity through her chats. When Shepard was named the first human Specter and chasing down a rogue Specter in Saren, she was able to follow his movements through extranet rumors and videos. Talking about all of these things and countless other smaller things that happened in the galaxy with all of her online friends helped keep Janiri sane. It helped her deal with the sad thing her life had become.
Like with the rest of the galaxy, Janiri's life changed completely when the Reapers appeared. At first it was only the news reports that they were coming, that batarian space had been completely taken over. But then they hit Earth. Then Palaven. Then friends she had made over the extranet began to disappear. One day they would be online, discussing the threat that hung over them all or actively avoiding discussing it, and then they would never sign back on again. With a speed that terrified her, the majority of the friends Janiri had made went silent. Within three months she heard the news that she had been dreading. The Reapers were heading for Thessia.
The planetary defenses of Thessia would slow them down, but not stop them completely. Everyone knew that. If Palaven was being ravaged right now, what hope did Thessia's weaker defenses have of stopping them at all? The asari government reacted by consolidating all their forces onto major population centers. This meant even their small work farm had its numbers of guards cut drastically down. Where there was once dozens of guards to watch over them, now there was only Zandra and one other. Even the Warden had been recalled to the main cities. They were obviously banking on the idea that Janiri and her fellows would continue to be docile.
After a few days of reading reports of the Reapers' relentless advance towards Thessia, Janiri came to a decision. She wasn't going to die on this pitiful excuse for a farm. She wasn't going to die for a government that had imprisoned her for no other crime than being born. She was going to escape. Or at least try. Zandra would probably kill her without breaking a sweat, if she was being honest with herself. But better that than waiting for the Reapers to find her and turn her into a monster. She had seen enough videos of them swarming over defenses and dragging prisoners away to be converted to convince her of that.
So when the next morning arrived, and she was tasked with moving the Yevan with the stun net incase she was charged, she stopped what she was doing. This attracted Zandra's attention, obviously and the guard began to yell at Janiri. Janiri couldn't hear her. Her heart was pounding and the her hands were gripped white knuckled around the stun net. For the life of her, she couldn't remember what she had planned to do. All she could focus on was that disciple in Zandra's hands, held loosely as the annoyed guard came closer.
Without even thinking, Janiri aimed and fired the stun net at Zandra. Caught by surprise, the guard didn't even have time to react and went down with a thud. Janiri dropped the stun net and flailed, simultaneously reaching out to take back the net she had just fired and cringing away from the sight. "Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She blurted out, quickly going to Zandra's side and looking around. The other guard was out in the fields with the other Ardat-Yakshi, so they were alone. Zandra was out cold, and Janiri acted fast. She started going through Zandra's pockets, pulling out a thousand credits. "Why do you have so much money? How do you have so much money?"She was speaking aloud, partially out of the novelty of being able to do it out here and partially cause she was on the verge of having a panic attack. Having found all that she needed, Zandra grabbed the disciple (despite not having any idea at all of how to use it) and ran for the fences.
The disciple made short work of the lock on the gate, and then she was sprinting in the direction she had seen the ships come from. That week was mostly a blur of unreasonable fear that the asari government would spare the resources to track her down, exhaustion, and a need to constantly move. She immediately wept when she saw the city in the distance, and stumbled into its streets. She needed to get off planet, and fast. There had to be someone who would be willing to take her away from Thessia, no questions asked.
After a few hours, Janiri found herself in a seedy bar with an Eclipse recruiter calling out that Aria T'Loak was taking the fight to the Reapers across the galaxy and they were looking for people who wanted good pay and training to do so. No questions would be asked. Janiri leapt at the opportunity, and found herself on a ship leaving Thessia. She held her breath as the passed by the blockades, but apparently the government was too concerned with the impending genocidal invasion force to worry about her. She breathed a sigh of relief.
The Eclipse shipped her to a very quick three weeks of training. At her request the Eclipse doctor removed the asari government chip from the base of her neck. He didn't believe her when she told him that it was a slaver chip that she wanted removed, but 1000 credits made him not care. When she awoke from the anesthesia, she had a scar on her neck and he assured her that it was gone. She was given no time to rest, given the dire nature of the war, and sent back immediately into training.
She picked up the basics of how to hold a gun and not shoot herself during their training, and then was sent to the coalition against the Reapers under the command of a salarian named Zevroth. They were to resist Reaper occupation, extract high value targets, and in general bring the fight to the enemy while Shepard and his crew figured out how to win the war. Her squad was small, no more than five members including herself and Zevroth, but she liked them. They didn't demand her silence, or look at her with contempt. All they wanted was for her to do her job, and that was something she could do. She didn't grow close to any of them, but she was more than thrilled with being able to simply talk to them.
The next two months almost made Janiri regret leaving Thessia. Prayers were seemingly endlessly falling from her lips as she fought against the Reapers. She had already known what they were like, having seen many of the hundreds of videos that popped up across the extranet. But it was one thing to see it and quite another to experience it. The only thing that kept her from freezing up and dying was the harsh voice of Zevroth in her ear, ordering her to move and to act. Seventy years of obeying whatever she was told to do kicked in, and she acted instinctively to do whatever he ordered. During the few moments of respite, he would often comment that she would have been the perfect soldier if she had had any biotic talent. Janiri kept silent and bore the dismissive comments, burning with shame.
When the Citadel was taken (a shock, as Janiri had been convinced it was impenetrable) they received new orders. They were to join the Hammer arm of the coalition and help fight a path through Reaper ground forces on earth so that Shepard could end the war for good.
The fighting was the most brutal she had so far experienced. The landing alone was nerve-wracking, with ships from Hammer being shot out of the sky around them, a constant litany of prayers being uttered by Janiri as they entered the atmosphere. She doesn't remember much of the fighting itself, just an exhausting blur of gunfire, working on mechs to keep them upright, and using what abilities she had over and over again in a desperate attempt to keep their position from being overrun like so many others were. It seemed like the Reapers had brought every monster in the galaxy to earth for this final confrontation.
She does remember one thing with clarity, they were pushing forward to help an asari commando squad that had gotten pinned down. Between the two of them they managed to eliminate the Reaper forces in the area and gain a brief breather. As she was resting, about to pull her helmet off to get some air, Janiri caught sight of the commander that was talking to Zevroth. It was Zandra, who had apparently survived Thessia. Janiri slammed her helmet back on and busied herself with trying to fix the broken bodies of the assault drones around them. Despite her absolute certainty that Zandra had seen her, the asari commando squad left without a word and Zevroth ordered them back into the fray.
When the Crucible was activated, Janiri was exhausted. Her avenger was jammed, her disciple was out of ammo, and every drone she had repaired had been destroyed. She and her squad were pinned in a building, a horde of husks tearing down the barricades they had set up. The crucible firing convinced her that the space battle had been lost, and the Reapers were destroying the ground forces with their ships. As she waited for the blast to reach them, she closed her eyes and muttered a prayer to Piares to guide her safely to the afterlife.
Only that never happened. When Janiri opened her eyes, the Reaper forces around them were all dead. The war was over.
The very same night, Janiri abandoned her squad. She didn't know what was going to happen next, but she was more than happy to stay on earth and help with the rebuilding efforts and start her own farm. It would be peaceful, quiet, and far away from the asari government. She didn't want to fight for the Eclipse, now that they were certainly going to go back to being a criminal organization.
Things didn't play out the way she had hoped over the next month. While she was able to find human survivors in the rural areas and send them to the refugee camps to begin rebuilding, the Eclipse and the asari forces didn't leave like she had hoped. In fact, no one could leave. The Mass effect relays were destroyed. Eager to keep on the move and not attract any attention from what was effectively the local asari government, Janiri leapt at the Sol Restoration Network's offer.
Anything to keep her moving.
It's all she ever wanted to be. It's all her family has ever done, for thousands of years. Her parents were farmers, their parents were farmers, and their parents before them were farmers. To say that it is a family tradition is almost an understatement. It's all her family has ever done, and it's all that she wants to go back to. The simple days of caring for animals and plants and worrying about nothing else.
She was born on Thessia to a family of farmers on the holy day of Janiris. Her parents took they day of her birth as an obvious sign that she was blessed by the god of agriculture and named her after the god. A daughter of farmers being blessed by the god of agriculture was a fortuitous sign and they did everything the could to raise her to be worthy of that namesake. To have a strong respect for the land and animals under their care. To be honest and hard working. To be kind and friendly to your neighbors. To be there whenever people needed you, and to help freely. They taught her the ins and outs of farming, and all the tricks they had learned over thousands of years of agricultural experience. For forty years this was the only life she ever knew. A simple life of maintaining and caring for the land and animals under their care, and helping those around her when they needed it.
For those four decades, her schedule rarely varied. Get up early, feed and examine the animals before heading to the fields with her parents. Go to school in the middle of the day, finish the day by feeding and taking care of the animals. Go to bed early after a family dinner and repeat for the next day. It was simple, and she enjoyed it a great deal.
There was a joke amongst her family that the Danyas were wired differently when the gods made them than all other asari. Whereas other asari want to move about, leave the community, or even go off planet when their Maiden stage hits the Danyas simply stay home. When her Maiden stage hit, Janiri was no different. Rather than getting wanderlust and chaffing at the idea of doing the same thing in the same place for the rest of her life, Jan looked forward to that. She looked forward to eventually taking over and expanding her parent's farm, adding new crops and animals to it. She had no desire to go to the bigger cities of Thessia, or even off-planet at all. She had everything she needed right here, and no desire to see what else there might be.
Of course, she still had the same interests in potential partners that came with puberty. In particular another farmer's daughter named Morelle caught her eye, and she caught Morelle's eye. Jan had already had a conversation with her parents about sex, melding, and how to be safe while doing both for her own sake and her partner's sake. With the awkward confidence and shyness of the young, they began to court one another.
It is the single biggest regret of Janiri's life.
After much fumbling, when they finally did achieve melding it all went horribly wrong. Instead of the joined euphoria of two becoming one, the moment was interrupted by a agonized scream from Morelle. Ripped out of her own melding, Janiri came to the sight of Morelle lying on the ground in an apparent seizure. Panicking and terrified, Janiri did the only thing she could think to do: she ran to her parents for help.
With her parents help, Janiri was able to get Morelle to the hospital and calm herself. She was able to tell the doctors exactly what had happened. The carefully controlled looks on their faces didn't strike her as particularly unusual at the time. After all Morelle was laying unconscious in the hospital bed for an unknown reason, surely they didn't want to cause undue panic or guilt. Within an hour they had secluded her from her parents for testing. Within three they got the results back, and she was kept from her parents. She could hear both of them crying and arguing with the doctors outside the door, but they wouldn't let her out. It was another two hours before one of the doctors walked back in with two armed (Armed? Why were they armed?) guards.
The doctor very carefully, like she was talking to a wild animal, explained that Janiri was on the Ardat-Yakshi spectrum. For a moment, Janiri couldn't hear anything other than the blood rushing in her ears. An Ardat-Yakshi? A demon of the night winds? Those were myths! That wasn't possible! And even if it were, she was blessed by her namesake. Surely something like that couldn't happen to her! When she started listening again, the doctor was explaining that she was lucky (Lucky? She didn't feel lucky. She felt cursed. Her world was falling apart around her.) as she was only barely on the spectrum. Morelle would live (a fact for which Janiri fervently thanked Alune), and may even fully recover. Janiri herself, however, would have to go with the commandos next to her.
Janiri began to step back, fear beginning to overwhelm her again. She didn't want to go with them. She wanted to go home. The doctor tried to talk to her, to tell her she couldn't go home but Janiri ignored her. Where were her parents? She wanted to see them. She needed to see them. This was a mistake, all a big mistake. It had to be. Her protestations and pleas fell on deaf ears as the commandos stepped forward. Before she could even put up a fight, they had her pinned against the wall with biotics and a sedative injected into her. The last thing she saw was the disgust on the face of the commandos.
When Janiri awoke, she was in a small one bedroom apartment. The base of her neck ached, and she rubbed it as she stood and examined the apartment she was in. It was utilitarian and comfortable, but she didn't recognize it. This wasn't home. She stumbled to her feet and headed to the solitary door that she saw. It wouldn't open when she tried the handle. Panic began to fill her as she tried it again. It was locked. She began to call out, beating upon the door, for someone to let her out. This continued for what seemed like hours, until the door was opened and she fell forward into another asari. Before she could even get a word out, she was unceremoniously shoved back into the apartment.
She was told, in no uncertain terms, that she was to stop such a racket until role call in the morning and if she kept up such a racket they would give her another shot of sedative. Panicking, but more afraid of being sedated again, Janiri bit her tongue. The other asari shot her a contemptuous look, and then closed and locked the door once again. It was her first interaction with Zandra, the asari who would be assigned to guard her, but it would not be her last.
When the morning came after several hours (during which, Janiri investigated the apartment at least three times over, finding nothing but a computer to give her any indication that time was passing), Janiri almost sprinted out of the door as it opened, being stopped only by the same asari from before. She was instructed to step out carefully and walk with the others. The Disciple in her hands made it all too easy for Janiri to comply. She joined a quiet line of other asari and was lead out onto the mostly familiar sight of farmland. This one was different than her parents' farm, however. Rather than the modern and welcoming farm she was used to, they were in an almost archaic farm with high towers and fences off in the distance. They were surrounded by guards, each armed and staring them down. Another asari stood atop steps leading to a building opposite the one they had come out of.
After a few moments of staring at them, the asari atop the stairs began to speak. They were lucky (there's that word again. Janiri was certain that someone lucky wouldn't be there at all) that they were barely on the Ardat-Yakshi spectrum. Any higher and they would have been placed into prisons or sanitaria. Because of their fortune, they were allowed to repay society for their transgressions (what transgressions? She hadn't done anything!) with honest labor without the aid of machines. They were too work all day, and then return to their apartments and be locked in there for the night. They were also warned not to attempt to flee. Not only would the guards and fence stop them, even if they did manage to escape they would be tracked down by the trackers embedded in the base of the necks.
The Warden, as Janiri began calling her, then dictated them to their work. They went and, as Janiri found out, 'honest labor' meant unnecessarily physical labor. They were allowed almost no technology or biotics to aid their work on the farm. Janiri's first day was brutal. She quickly learned that no talking with the other Ardat-Yakshi was allowed, and that they were expected to work silently. The day passed in an exhausting blur until they were allowed to head back into their apartments.
Despite her exhaustion, Janiri got on the computer and began to search the internet to see if she could find out what had happened to Morelle. This was her first realization that she was dealing with a side of the powerful asari government that most never knew existed. The government that used its power to kidnap her from her family, ensure their silence, put her in a secluded government work program, chip her like an animal, and then wipe her existence from the face of Thessia.
When she finally found a news report about Morelle, it wasn't about how the girl was recovering. It was about how she was the only survivor of a farming accident that took the life of Janiri Danya.
Dumbfounded, Janiri read the article again. Then she desperately searched for her name. It was the same thing every time it popped up. She was dead to the rest of the world. Killed in a farm accident. She signed into her email and tried to send a message to her parents. A notification popped up telling her that her email had been sent to the Warden's office for review. She tried all of her previous social media accounts. She was locked out of all of them. The asari government had taken her from her home, killed her to the world, and was now ensuring that she couldn't contact the rest of the universe without their explicit approval.
It only got worse as Janiri's first month came and went. She found out quickly that she was being watched in the apartment, as when she attempted to continue the biotic training her school had started Zandra's voice came from seemingly nowhere to inform her to stop or that she would be punished. They gave her a strict ration of food for the month. All of her online activity was monitored, and if she attempted to send anything that wasn't preapproved the VI that monitored the whole system would flag it, stop it, and send it to the warden for approval. Even on instant messaging, the VI quickly scanned and determined if what she sent was a violation of any rules.
The asari government was deeply ashamed of the existence of Ardat-Yakshi, and they were going to make sure that no one knew about them who didn't have to.
Janiri and her fellow prisoners were, surprisingly, paid for their work. It was a paltry amount, but it was credits nonetheless. Out of a guilty conscience Janiri ensured that half of her earned credits were sent to Morelle and Morelle's family every time they were paid. Janiri had been allowed to know that the Morelle lived, but would never fully recover.
They were even allowed to make authorized purchases for themselves and their apartments, so long as it was ran by the warden first. Most of Janiri's initial requests were denied. She would not be allowed a pet for surely she would meld with and absorb its strength (an idea that Janiri visibly recoiled at). She would not be allowed to buy anything that could be useful in a fight (so no asari dance training videos, no omni-tools, etc etc). She was only allowed to order specific parts and schematics once the warden had confirmed that they couldn't be used to craft some weapon (and several times were rejected anyway).
The apartments weren't, technically speaking, prison cells. They were nicer than that, and Janiri and her fellow Ardat-Yakshi were able to customize the apartments to their liking. But it was hard to forget that the doors were always locked at night, and that they were under constant surveillance.
As the first month passed into the next seventy years, Janiri settled into a routine. She would work all day in near total silence, collecting and loading the produce onto ships for transport to the city, herding and feeding the animals, giving them medicine, whatever she was told to do. When she was finished, she would go back to her apartment and then get on the extranet to escape. She would research all there was to know about the agriculture of Thessia. When she got bored of that, it was the agriculture of Palaven. Then the agriculture of Sur'Kesh. Then Earth. Then Tuchanka. So on, so forth. Each planet provided its own wealth of flora and fauna for her to research and study. Some, like Earth and Palaven, she studied in depth. Others, like Sur'Kesh and Tuchanka, she only got the most well known animals from. When it became clear that the Warden would make them do without the help of any machines that broke, Janiri began to study how to repair machinery of all kinds. She would practice building things in her room, making small mechs and drones that did useless things for her entertainment.
To help with the fact that she wasn't getting any socialization from those around her Janiri, with the help of the extranet, designed a very simple VI that she installed into a small hologram on her desk. All it did was talk to her and respond to basic commands with jokes or random facts from the extranet. It wasn't much, but it helped.
By far the thing she looked forward to most when joining the extranet was interacting with people all over it. She had several anonymous accounts that she accrued a wide network of similarly anonymous friends from. She still had to be very careful with what she shared and said, but as long as she didn't reveal anything that the asari government didn't want her to reveal she was good to go. It was her only positive interaction with anyone over those seventy years, as she wasn't allowed to talk to the asari she worked with and Zandra, the guard whom she had the most experience with, reacted with contempt to every attempt Janiri made at conversation.
The extranet was the lens through which Janiri viewed the galaxy and any exciting event that happened within it. When the humans and turians clashed, she saw leaked helmet footage from the battles. When the batarians were getting their noses bloodied by the same humans, she was able to cheer on humanity through her chats. When Shepard was named the first human Specter and chasing down a rogue Specter in Saren, she was able to follow his movements through extranet rumors and videos. Talking about all of these things and countless other smaller things that happened in the galaxy with all of her online friends helped keep Janiri sane. It helped her deal with the sad thing her life had become.
Like with the rest of the galaxy, Janiri's life changed completely when the Reapers appeared. At first it was only the news reports that they were coming, that batarian space had been completely taken over. But then they hit Earth. Then Palaven. Then friends she had made over the extranet began to disappear. One day they would be online, discussing the threat that hung over them all or actively avoiding discussing it, and then they would never sign back on again. With a speed that terrified her, the majority of the friends Janiri had made went silent. Within three months she heard the news that she had been dreading. The Reapers were heading for Thessia.
The planetary defenses of Thessia would slow them down, but not stop them completely. Everyone knew that. If Palaven was being ravaged right now, what hope did Thessia's weaker defenses have of stopping them at all? The asari government reacted by consolidating all their forces onto major population centers. This meant even their small work farm had its numbers of guards cut drastically down. Where there was once dozens of guards to watch over them, now there was only Zandra and one other. Even the Warden had been recalled to the main cities. They were obviously banking on the idea that Janiri and her fellows would continue to be docile.
After a few days of reading reports of the Reapers' relentless advance towards Thessia, Janiri came to a decision. She wasn't going to die on this pitiful excuse for a farm. She wasn't going to die for a government that had imprisoned her for no other crime than being born. She was going to escape. Or at least try. Zandra would probably kill her without breaking a sweat, if she was being honest with herself. But better that than waiting for the Reapers to find her and turn her into a monster. She had seen enough videos of them swarming over defenses and dragging prisoners away to be converted to convince her of that.
So when the next morning arrived, and she was tasked with moving the Yevan with the stun net incase she was charged, she stopped what she was doing. This attracted Zandra's attention, obviously and the guard began to yell at Janiri. Janiri couldn't hear her. Her heart was pounding and the her hands were gripped white knuckled around the stun net. For the life of her, she couldn't remember what she had planned to do. All she could focus on was that disciple in Zandra's hands, held loosely as the annoyed guard came closer.
Without even thinking, Janiri aimed and fired the stun net at Zandra. Caught by surprise, the guard didn't even have time to react and went down with a thud. Janiri dropped the stun net and flailed, simultaneously reaching out to take back the net she had just fired and cringing away from the sight. "Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She blurted out, quickly going to Zandra's side and looking around. The other guard was out in the fields with the other Ardat-Yakshi, so they were alone. Zandra was out cold, and Janiri acted fast. She started going through Zandra's pockets, pulling out a thousand credits. "Why do you have so much money? How do you have so much money?"She was speaking aloud, partially out of the novelty of being able to do it out here and partially cause she was on the verge of having a panic attack. Having found all that she needed, Zandra grabbed the disciple (despite not having any idea at all of how to use it) and ran for the fences.
The disciple made short work of the lock on the gate, and then she was sprinting in the direction she had seen the ships come from. That week was mostly a blur of unreasonable fear that the asari government would spare the resources to track her down, exhaustion, and a need to constantly move. She immediately wept when she saw the city in the distance, and stumbled into its streets. She needed to get off planet, and fast. There had to be someone who would be willing to take her away from Thessia, no questions asked.
After a few hours, Janiri found herself in a seedy bar with an Eclipse recruiter calling out that Aria T'Loak was taking the fight to the Reapers across the galaxy and they were looking for people who wanted good pay and training to do so. No questions would be asked. Janiri leapt at the opportunity, and found herself on a ship leaving Thessia. She held her breath as the passed by the blockades, but apparently the government was too concerned with the impending genocidal invasion force to worry about her. She breathed a sigh of relief.
The Eclipse shipped her to a very quick three weeks of training. At her request the Eclipse doctor removed the asari government chip from the base of her neck. He didn't believe her when she told him that it was a slaver chip that she wanted removed, but 1000 credits made him not care. When she awoke from the anesthesia, she had a scar on her neck and he assured her that it was gone. She was given no time to rest, given the dire nature of the war, and sent back immediately into training.
She picked up the basics of how to hold a gun and not shoot herself during their training, and then was sent to the coalition against the Reapers under the command of a salarian named Zevroth. They were to resist Reaper occupation, extract high value targets, and in general bring the fight to the enemy while Shepard and his crew figured out how to win the war. Her squad was small, no more than five members including herself and Zevroth, but she liked them. They didn't demand her silence, or look at her with contempt. All they wanted was for her to do her job, and that was something she could do. She didn't grow close to any of them, but she was more than thrilled with being able to simply talk to them.
The next two months almost made Janiri regret leaving Thessia. Prayers were seemingly endlessly falling from her lips as she fought against the Reapers. She had already known what they were like, having seen many of the hundreds of videos that popped up across the extranet. But it was one thing to see it and quite another to experience it. The only thing that kept her from freezing up and dying was the harsh voice of Zevroth in her ear, ordering her to move and to act. Seventy years of obeying whatever she was told to do kicked in, and she acted instinctively to do whatever he ordered. During the few moments of respite, he would often comment that she would have been the perfect soldier if she had had any biotic talent. Janiri kept silent and bore the dismissive comments, burning with shame.
When the Citadel was taken (a shock, as Janiri had been convinced it was impenetrable) they received new orders. They were to join the Hammer arm of the coalition and help fight a path through Reaper ground forces on earth so that Shepard could end the war for good.
The fighting was the most brutal she had so far experienced. The landing alone was nerve-wracking, with ships from Hammer being shot out of the sky around them, a constant litany of prayers being uttered by Janiri as they entered the atmosphere. She doesn't remember much of the fighting itself, just an exhausting blur of gunfire, working on mechs to keep them upright, and using what abilities she had over and over again in a desperate attempt to keep their position from being overrun like so many others were. It seemed like the Reapers had brought every monster in the galaxy to earth for this final confrontation.
She does remember one thing with clarity, they were pushing forward to help an asari commando squad that had gotten pinned down. Between the two of them they managed to eliminate the Reaper forces in the area and gain a brief breather. As she was resting, about to pull her helmet off to get some air, Janiri caught sight of the commander that was talking to Zevroth. It was Zandra, who had apparently survived Thessia. Janiri slammed her helmet back on and busied herself with trying to fix the broken bodies of the assault drones around them. Despite her absolute certainty that Zandra had seen her, the asari commando squad left without a word and Zevroth ordered them back into the fray.
When the Crucible was activated, Janiri was exhausted. Her avenger was jammed, her disciple was out of ammo, and every drone she had repaired had been destroyed. She and her squad were pinned in a building, a horde of husks tearing down the barricades they had set up. The crucible firing convinced her that the space battle had been lost, and the Reapers were destroying the ground forces with their ships. As she waited for the blast to reach them, she closed her eyes and muttered a prayer to Piares to guide her safely to the afterlife.
Only that never happened. When Janiri opened her eyes, the Reaper forces around them were all dead. The war was over.
The very same night, Janiri abandoned her squad. She didn't know what was going to happen next, but she was more than happy to stay on earth and help with the rebuilding efforts and start her own farm. It would be peaceful, quiet, and far away from the asari government. She didn't want to fight for the Eclipse, now that they were certainly going to go back to being a criminal organization.
Things didn't play out the way she had hoped over the next month. While she was able to find human survivors in the rural areas and send them to the refugee camps to begin rebuilding, the Eclipse and the asari forces didn't leave like she had hoped. In fact, no one could leave. The Mass effect relays were destroyed. Eager to keep on the move and not attract any attention from what was effectively the local asari government, Janiri leapt at the Sol Restoration Network's offer.
Anything to keep her moving.
Capabilities
FLAWS◢
POWERS◢
ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND CRIMES◢
RELATIONS AND AFFILIATIONS◢
OPINIONS◢
Taken from Janiri's online journal.
Timid: After 70 years of not being allowed to do anything without permission and oversight, and often being rejected out of hand, Janiri struggles immensely to even assert herself, much less stand her ground against others who disagree with her (even if she knows she's right) and voice her opinion. Often times she'll simply go along with whatever she's been told out of sheer habit.
Naïve: Janiri has spent the majority of her life either in a small, tight knit, community or in a forced seclusion with a constant watcher on her. Her experience with the real universe is negligible. Her experience with people who will lie or manipulate her is even less. It isn't difficult to convince of her of something, as her experience people are upfront and honest, even if they're mean. This also means she has no experience lying. She's essentially an open book, whether she wants to be or not. Throw in the fact that she's had next to no interactions that were in person for decades (and even less positive interactions) and she's easily fooled and trusting.
Untrained: Janiri is not a fighter. She has received very basic training from the Eclipse organization, but she still finds herself freezing in terror. She is an okay shot in the best of situations, and would much prefer to be in the back of the fight providing support. She relies heavily on her tech, Kuri, and allies to make up for this.
Ardat-Yakshi: Janiri is a Demon of the Night Winds. She can never meld with anyone, lest she ravage their nervous system. Should she ever be found out by any asari, it is almost certain that they will never trust her again and may even try to kill her. Any non-asari who find out are likely to view her as a threat once they are informed what an Ardat-Yakshi is. As such, Janiri does her best to keep this a secret.
Weak Biotic: Despite being an Ardat-Yakshi, or perhaps because of it, Janiri is a weaker biotic than the majority of asari. Even if she develops her talents, its unlikely that she'll be able to even develop more than one skill.
Naïve: Janiri has spent the majority of her life either in a small, tight knit, community or in a forced seclusion with a constant watcher on her. Her experience with the real universe is negligible. Her experience with people who will lie or manipulate her is even less. It isn't difficult to convince of her of something, as her experience people are upfront and honest, even if they're mean. This also means she has no experience lying. She's essentially an open book, whether she wants to be or not. Throw in the fact that she's had next to no interactions that were in person for decades (and even less positive interactions) and she's easily fooled and trusting.
Untrained: Janiri is not a fighter. She has received very basic training from the Eclipse organization, but she still finds herself freezing in terror. She is an okay shot in the best of situations, and would much prefer to be in the back of the fight providing support. She relies heavily on her tech, Kuri, and allies to make up for this.
Ardat-Yakshi: Janiri is a Demon of the Night Winds. She can never meld with anyone, lest she ravage their nervous system. Should she ever be found out by any asari, it is almost certain that they will never trust her again and may even try to kill her. Any non-asari who find out are likely to view her as a threat once they are informed what an Ardat-Yakshi is. As such, Janiri does her best to keep this a secret.
Weak Biotic: Despite being an Ardat-Yakshi, or perhaps because of it, Janiri is a weaker biotic than the majority of asari. Even if she develops her talents, its unlikely that she'll be able to even develop more than one skill.
POWERS◢
Tech Armor
Overload
Damping
Submission Net (her farm net from Thessia)
Overload
Damping
Submission Net (her farm net from Thessia)
ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND CRIMES◢
Accomplishments: Participation in the Reaper war, Liberation of Earth.
Crimes: Being an Ardat-Yakshi, she is technically a fugitive of the asari government.
Crimes: Being an Ardat-Yakshi, she is technically a fugitive of the asari government.
RELATIONS AND AFFILIATIONS◢
Eclipse deserter.
Zevroth: Her salarian Eclipse captain.
Zandra: Her asari overseer on Thessia.
Shala, Tazun, and Mark: Her asari, salarian, and human eclipse squad mates respectively.
Zevroth: Her salarian Eclipse captain.
Zandra: Her asari overseer on Thessia.
Shala, Tazun, and Mark: Her asari, salarian, and human eclipse squad mates respectively.
OPINIONS◢
Taken from Janiri's online journal.
Katya: Our designated leader. I think. At the very least, the one giving orders that no one is questioning. She seems competent. Composed, and not as intense as nearly all of the others. She looks tired, but don't we all? Reminds me of the old canines (dogs, I think?) some of the farms had. Tired, ready for rest, but still doing her duty.
After the entrallment device: She trusts me, I think? She put me in charge while she was gone, which was a terrible decision. I nearly had a panic attack then and there, and didn't even give a single order. No one did anything that required me to give an order, thank the gods, but it was still nerve-wracking. But she does trust me. Probably.
After the entrallment device: She trusts me, I think? She put me in charge while she was gone, which was a terrible decision. I nearly had a panic attack then and there, and didn't even give a single order. No one did anything that required me to give an order, thank the gods, but it was still nerve-wracking. But she does trust me. Probably.
Kaya: Surprisingly deep voice. Professional, friendlier than a lot of the others. Flask never far. Reminds me of a trained Varren. Focused, but not hostile.
After the entrallment device: Didn't interact with him, but he is a damn good shot. Cool under pressure.
After the entrallment device: Didn't interact with him, but he is a damn good shot. Cool under pressure.
Karnoc: Intimidating. Loud, boisterous, straight to the point. Intense, very intense. I'm not sure he's quiet even when he's sleeping. Remeinds me of an alpha Yevan. Always making sure that his presence is known and others acknowledge it.
After the entrallment device: He saved me from one of the controlled Drell, thank the gods. I think it means he likes me. That or he just likes murdering things, but do Krogan normally go out of their way to save someone? I don't know. Maybe?
After the entrallment device: He saved me from one of the controlled Drell, thank the gods. I think it means he likes me. That or he just likes murdering things, but do Krogan normally go out of their way to save someone? I don't know. Maybe?
Kysar: Scary. He's got an mean smile, more of a sneer. A sharp tongue. He's like the guards back on Thessia. Reminds me of the avians on the farms I've passed. Roosters. Always posturing, mean, and ready to fight.
After the entrallment device: He destroyed the orb, freeing the drell. Not that it mattered when the swarm arrived. I think he just liked breaking things, and didn't actually care if it helped.
After the entrallment device: He destroyed the orb, freeing the drell. Not that it mattered when the swarm arrived. I think he just liked breaking things, and didn't actually care if it helped.
Keslia: She makes me nervous. Paranoid, would be more accurate. What if she's working for the Asari government? Or the Justicars? What if she's not? Her eyes seem to see straight through me. At least she's quiet, and likes to keep her distance as much as I do. Reminds me of a wolf. The human equivalent of Varrens. Waiting, watching, and quietly ready to act.
After the entrallment device: Still unnerving. Didn't say a word during the entire fight, just ruthlessly did her job. She's got strong biotics. Lucky.
After the entrallment device: Still unnerving. Didn't say a word during the entire fight, just ruthlessly did her job. She's got strong biotics. Lucky.
Solvieg: Frightening. She almost never talks, but when she does its impatient or harsh. Her arm is pretty though, as are her eyes and the make up around them. She reminds me of a hawk. Always watching, examining, and ready to strike with piercing eyes and power.
After the entrallment device: She was apparently recalled by the Alliance. I don't know whether I should be relieved or disappointed we lost someone that competent.
After the entrallment device: She was apparently recalled by the Alliance. I don't know whether I should be relieved or disappointed we lost someone that competent.
MISCELLANEOUS ◢
If you want to draw Janiri out of her shell, ask her about animals, plants, or agriculture in general. The floodgates will open with little prodding and she will tell you everything you want to know and then some in a seemingly endless torrent of information and trivia that she knows. She gets very animated during this, excitedly talking about her favorite subjects.
Janiri is deeply embarrassed by and ashamed of the fact that she has not developed any biotic skill.
Janiri worships the old pantheon of the asari and offers prayers to them regularly.
Her favorite plant in the universe is Irssal. The smell reminds her of home.
Her favorite earth animals are cows and pigs.
Her favorite animal in the universe is the Yevan. An Asari domesticated animal that her family had in great numbers. Large four-legged herbivores with two bioluminescent horns protruding from their snouts. They are capable of moving at great speeds with their biotics.
Janiri likes to sing as she does things.
Janiri is deeply embarrassed by and ashamed of the fact that she has not developed any biotic skill.
Janiri worships the old pantheon of the asari and offers prayers to them regularly.
Her favorite plant in the universe is Irssal. The smell reminds her of home.
Her favorite earth animals are cows and pigs.
Her favorite animal in the universe is the Yevan. An Asari domesticated animal that her family had in great numbers. Large four-legged herbivores with two bioluminescent horns protruding from their snouts. They are capable of moving at great speeds with their biotics.
Janiri likes to sing as she does things.
Inventory
| CREDITS & VALUABLES◢ 100 credits Pictures of her parents (they're pictures she managed to screen shot from the Extranet) | OUTFIT◢ Eclipse armor (With all the eclipse symbols sanded off). It's too small for her. When Janiri isn't in her armor, she's covered nearly to toe. Calf high boots, black gloves, long sleeve shirt and jacket. The only thing that isn't covered is her face and head. |
| WEAPON & TOOLS◢ Disciple (in good condition) M-8 Avenger (An old model, jams if full auto is used) Twin Omni-tools capable of flash forging whatever she might need for repairs. Assault Drone. Salvaged after the battle for earth. She's named it Kuri (in honor of Kurinth). | CONSUMABLE◢ Medigel 3 Frag grenades Omnigel Various salvaged supplies for repairing vehicles, mechs, or drones. |
| ID & DOCUMENTS◢ None. She didn't take any of her identification with her, and the Eclipse didn't give her any. | BAGS & CONTAINERS◢ Backpack. containing her salvaged supplies and valuables. |
