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Hey gang, due to some unforeseen circumstances and also some life stuff, we'll need to make a small hiatus. However I wont hold off on Faeril's boon any longer!

@DrRtron
You can choose from 4 different options!
* +3 skill points
* An uncommon or magic item
* A favor to call on later. Essentially getting a heroe's kind of luck for a desperate moment!
* A feat. Basically an assigned special attack or move that you can use that has a bonus modifier or damage!

Of course, I choose what these consist of. But you get to pick the option! Which will you choose?


Sounds like a plan! A hiatus is no problem.

Let's go with an automatic crossbow a magic item. Thank you!
Worcestershire, England

Janiri jerked back with a yelp as the generator for the electro-fence shocked her, cutting her off mid-song. "Stupid..fucking..thing." She grumbled quietly, shaking her hand. At least it had power coming out of it. That was good. Everything else on this farm had been pretty easy to fix. Just some minor frying after the activation of the Crucible and some general tuneups. Nothing major and within a few days she had been able to get the equipment running again so that the locals could start feeding themselves efficiently.

The humans, and the coalition if she was being honest, were fortunate that the Reapers had focused so heavily on the most populated areas, and didn't spread out too much from there. Roads were destroyed and communications were cut, of course, but for the most part every human she had met in the rural areas had only heard of the invasion on the news (before reports stopped coming in) and seen the occasional husk passing by. It was a stroke of luck for the entire system of Sol. Earth would be very important in feeding and housing all of the aliens and the human survivors that were currently trapped by the destruction of the Mass Effect Relays, and it would have been extremely difficult if the Reapers had also focused on destroying all non-sentient life as well.

Almost as difficult as this generator was being.

Janiri scowled at the device, before searching back into her salvage bag for another spare part. "That one didn't work, because why would it? I've only been shocked twice by this damn thing, that is not nearly enough times for it to deem me worthy of the honor of repairing it. Gods, no! I have not nearly suffered enough!"

She was close, she knew it, but the stupid thing was being stubborn. It wasn't a major issue for this particular farm, yet. The herd of cattle that it was supposed to keep in were so used to the fence being activated that they hadn't even tried to escape in the month that it had been down. It was just the last thing she needed to do before she moved onto the next farm, and the fact that it was fighting against her was aggravating. It shouldn't be this hard to fix. It wasn't even complex it was just a stupid, standard, generator.

Janiri pulled out another piece. "This one will work. For sure. It absolutely, one hundred percent, is going to work." She paused, then added a quiet prayer under her breath. "Please, Lucen, let this work. I'm so tired of getting shocked." Janiri turned back to the generator and then let out another yelp as she felt a warm, wet, nose snuffling on the back of her neck. She turned around with a giggle and reached a hand out towards the curious cow that had walked up behind her. It jerked away at the touch of her fingers and took a few startled steps back, watching her carefully. "Well don't come up and smell me while I'm working if you don't want to be touched!" Janiri admonished, returning to the generator. "Come on, play nice, work with me and I'll work with youuuu.." She pleaded in a sing song voice. Her omni-tools shifted into the necessary equipment she needed and she carefully began repairing the damage to the generator, again.

Lucen was evidently smiling upon her. She was able to get the generator running again, without being shocked. The electro-fence came to life with a soft hum, and Janiri stood up, with a small victory hop, grinning over at the cow. "See? Told you I could get it working!" She closed the generator up and looked around for the exit to the farm. She would just leave a note for the family that owned this particular farm. They were a very touchy group of humans, and she didn't want to explain yet again that no, she did not want a hug. Not even a hand shake.

Packing her gear and beginning to walk along the fence towards its gate, Janiri began to cycle through the remaining comm grids. Usually it was updates about the various people in charge in the Sol system, or how system wide recovery efforts were going. Occasionally there would be someone asking for help with either fixing their technology or rebuilding, and that was something she could provide. As a bonus, it kept her from staying in one place for too long. And it kept her from the eyes of the make-shift asari government. A new message caught her attention as she was cycling through.

"This is the Sol Restoration Network, making an open offer to all specialists on this channel. There are many survivors that still need help. Transportation will be provided to jobs around the Sol system." The message began to cycle again. As it did, Janiri looked over her shoulder at the cow that was still following her.

"That sounds like it would be perfect. Don't you think?"




Nambia.

Janiri was beginning to regret signing up with the SRN.

She had expected to be assigned to various agricultural areas to help them organize the feeding of their local populace. Or assigned to communities that were struggling with their vehicles and technology. Instead, she was put in a squad with a great deal of military personnel and then put on a convoy heading through the desert to provide relief to wounded and battered resistance fighters. She wasn't a medic! She was barely able to be considered a soldier! There wasn't exactly much she could do here. Too make matters worse, the convoy was cramped. Even after jamming herself as far into her corner of the vehicle as possible, the human woman sitting next to her still pressed against Janiri, much to the asari's screaming paranoia. Fortunately for Janiri, the woman stopped attempting conversation after the third time the asari didn't meet her eyes and muttered a short reply.

It was with great relief that she stepped out of the convoy, finally reaching their destination. She had never been to the desert before. As the wind pushed dust into her eyes and the sun beat down on her, she began to realize why so many people avoided them. Still, she was here and she had a job to do. Not that she knew where that job was. By the time she thought to start moving, the two human women she had been told were in charge had disappeared with the drell that had been waiting for them.

Looking around, Janiri shrugged. "Well, nothing to do but unload supplies for now. They'll come and get me when they need me. Probably." She spoke quietly, eyeing the various people buzzing around her. Too many people were brushing too close to her, but there wasn't anything she could do about it at the moment but start moving herself. Janiri began helping the supplies be unloaded and set up throughout the camp, bringing medical supplies to those who were treating the wounded and setting up whatever she was told to set up. This at least, she could do. It was really no different than setting up shelters and fences in the rural parts of...wherever she had been after fleeing London. She could put her natural strength to use and no one would ask her to use her biotics. Her cheeks flushed with embarassment as she realized she would eventually have to explain that she had no biotic skill. Gods, she hated doing that.

After a few minutes she noticed that she and the others were being watched through the blinds by one of the leaders. Kate, maybe? Regardless, it was probably a sign that she should stop helping set up and head to the communication center. Get on with the mission and all that. Awkwardly putting down the last crate she had picked up and waving a hand at the relief workers, none of whom paid the slightest attention to her as she left, Janiri headed to the building Katya was in. She dodged out of the way of Solvieg as the woman passed by, cringing backwards with a whispered, "Sorry!" and headed inside. There, she carefully kept her distance and her eyes down. If someone wanted her, they would tell her what to do. Hopefully.
Gansu cursed as he smacked against the wall of the hallway, barely catching himself as the Roanoke shuddered all around him. He closed his eyes for half a second, hoping against hope that it was just an accident. That he would be able to continue on his way to get his cigarettes and then get his leave. As the lights went out, and there was no overhead proclaiming that everything was under control, he let out a deep sigh. "Fuck!" With that, he was off and sprinting towards the hangar. The captain's voice rang out above him as Ingram's voice rang through his comms. Gansu yelled as he ran, trying to cut down the three minutes even further. "Eva! St-" He was cut off as the VI program appeared in front of him. "Yes LIEUTENANT MATHEN? how may I-"

"Shutthefuckupshutthefuckup! Activate the Titan's engines and get it ready for combat!" Gansu cursed, waving a hand through the hologram as he sprinted through the halls. He narrowly dodged various crew members as they sprinted by him to their own battle stations. The zero G was a blessing right now, as he was able to go to the roof and around as necessary to avoid a traffic jam. Gansu cursed as he went. Of course the Coalition would attack right now. They couldn't just let them breathe for one week. Nooo, they absolutely had to attack right when there was light at the end of the tunnel and he was about to rest and relax. Fuckers.

"As you say, L-"

"Just do it already!" Gansu shouted again, waving at Eva in exasperation. If he ever found the Coalition bastard who had hit Eva to make her so damn pushy he was going to kill them. He snorted in amusement as he moved through the halls. Of course he was going to kill them. That was his whole job.

He darted through the buzzing activity of the hanger, quickly recovering to the artificial gravity, and was pleased to see that Titan ready and waiting. "I'm coming Hyperion!" He called out, waving his hands side to side over his head in excitement. As annoying as this interuption was, he couldn't get over the giddyness of being able to blow more things up.

He scrambled into the open chest cavity and slammed his fist on the close button. The various trinkets he had installed inside jingled as the cavity closed up. Taking a deep breath to calm his instinctive paranoia about the cavity nevery opening, he jammed his helmet on his head and sealed his suit. He began going through the motions with an audible sigh of relief as his vision began to match what the MAS saw.

In the brief moment he had before the comms would have to activate, he spoke into the emptyness of Hyperion. "Hey, in this upcoming battle, remember who gave you alcohol and food to comfort you in the darkness of space." Gansu rolled his shoulders and moved his body, checking that Hyperion was responding well. As the rest of the 7th came into his field of vision, he gave a soft smile. "And remember who his friends are. Zoom included in that!" The last bit was added hastily, to ensure no spirits got mischevious with him.

"Eyes here." He nodded in confirmation of Ingram's orders. "Understood Boss, Roanoke has prio. I'll stay with her." He lumbered out into the vast expanse space. He took another calming breath as he saw the Coaliton fleet in the distance, and began piloting himself onto the Roanoke herself. He sent out one last request into the dead of space.

"Please remember good ole Gansu and his squad."

He settled into waiting as D-eye and Pips did their thing. This was the part he hated most. He had to wait for Pips to draw off some targets for D-eye and to make some targets for Grizzly and himself. Didn't mean he had to like it. Still, it worked like a charm. Those damned annoying Garmrs were pulled after Pips and made ideal targets for D-eye and rest of the squad. Oh, how he hated those fast little fuckers.

The Hyperion began to shift impatiently as the remaining MAS were closing the distance. He couldn't get any closer without leaving the Roanoke, but it was torture just waiting for the enemy to get in range. It wasn't a long wait, a few seconds at most, but it felt like eternity. Gansu's eyes began to twitch in excitement as he saw one of the Fenrirs get within range. Since the Hardballers were still screened behind the others, they were priority. He brought up the firing system and aimed his cannons at four likely targets, a grin on his face.

"This is Eyes, clear down range, firing on Fenrirs." With a familiar, comforting, rumbling boom the autocannons fired. Four shells arced through space towards and Gansu held his breath in excitement. Two of them hit their mark. The Fenrir III at the head of the squad absorbed the shell on its shields. It recoiled nonetheless, but the shields were still standing. The Fenrir II behind it was less lucky. The shell hit it in the chest and exploded in a glorious shower of shrapnel, and the Fenrir II was left a floating ruin in the middle of a space battle.

The other two shells were dodged by the Fenrir IIs, and all of them noted Gansu. He brought Hyperion's alloy shields up as the rain of retaliation fire scattered across him and the Roanoke. He began moving upwards, just incase they decided to fire their missiles at him. He didn't want the Roanoke to be behind him and leave him with only the choice of 'take the hit or let the ship be hit.'

"I seem to have gotten their attention! Anyone who would like to shoot them back, note that the Mk III's shields are weakened."
Key narrowed her eyes at the asari's nickname, even if it was for another quarian. 'Bucket.' How original. Key would stash that one next to 'suit-rat' and 'thief', with all the other ones that were said nearly every time someone saw her. At least the human had been original. A firecracker, whatever that was, was something she hadn't heard before. Even if he was an idiot for not wearing a helmet. What was he going to do when a bullet went through his shields? Pray his thick skull would block it? Ridiculous. But the two of them seemed capable, and that's all she really cared about. As long as they kept the heat off of her and didn't back seat drive whenever she was piloting, she'd be able to deal with them.

Any scathing words she had for the two of them, whether it be at the nickname Lantea had given or Arthur's insistence upon not wearing a helmet, disappeared when she saw the vorcha just casually walk in. Her eyes immediately started darting around in a mild panic, her body tensing and recoiling as she searched for the varren. There had to be a varren. There was always a varren when the vorcha were around. The two were like parasites that worked together. They were always around and they were always infesting whatever happened to strike their fancy. She reached for her trusty shotgun, ignoring the well spoken and articulate words coming out of the Osum's mouth. Her hand met empty air.

Where was her shotgun? She always kept it within easy reach, right on the small of her back and attached to her suit. Well, except when she was driving. Then it would be in the backseat next to her...

Shit. Fuck!

She had left the shotgun in the stupid fucking rental car! How could she have left in the stupid rental car! That conniving shit statue of a turian had his grubby little mitts all over her gun. She could just picture him smugly checking the extranet for the price he could get for it. He was gonna sell it for credits and then charger her for 'trash' in his piece of shit sky car. That was infuriating.

So caught up in her irritation that she had left her shotgun in the skycar, Key barely acknowledged the other two arrivals. An overly cheerful human and a smooth talking turian with a big ego (like the galaxy needed more of those), essentially. She hoped they would be as good as the CSEC recruiter claimed that the team would be, but given that they had hired a fucking vorcha her hopes were rapidly being dashed. Finally pulling herself together, and shifting so that she could see the vorcha out of the corner of her eye in case he called in a varren, Key spoke to the rest of the group. "I'm Key. Pilot and driver. I'm not sharing a bed with anyone and I am not sharing a room with Osum. Nothing personal." Which it wasn't, truly. She just had enough nightmares of varren that she didn't need her paranoia adding another one.

Then their commander finally came in. Not that anyone would have known when he walked in, of course. As Lantea so politely pointed out, he was an ass to just barge in without a word. Key did stand up and go grab her gear as soon as she saw him come out with his own gear. It didn't take long, and she came back out with her weapons right as he began introducing himself. Straight and too the point, he was. That was something she could appreciate at the very least. As much as she could appreciate Arthur's tattoos. They were all very well done, and aesthetically pleasing. Key snickered at some of the more tongue-in-cheek ones.

Straightforward mission then, though she was a little annoyed to find out that they were going after Saren only indirectly. Her eyes light up behind her mask as soon as she heard the word shuttle. This was an operation trying to cut the legs out from underneath a rogue Spectre. No doubt the Council had set them up with something nice. As soon as he finished she was sprinting towards the roof, yelling over her shoulder. "That's me! I've got driving under control!" She hustled up the stairs ahead of everyone, head filled with visions of sleek and fast vehicles that she could maneuver on the stop of a dime.

Her visions were shattered when she saw the shuttle. It was a basic civilian model, the Skyhawk. Which not only had a stupid name, but it was also one of the cheapest models on the market. She settled into the pilot's seat, hoping that upon further inspection she would be able to see that it was an actually good shuttle with a shitty hull to hide it's true potential. She didn't have that luck. It was a Skyhawk alright, and she hated it.

"Keelah, I thought the Council had credits? Why are we getting the cheap end of the stick here?" She complained as the team began to file into the shuttle. "I'll be able to drive her just fine, but this piece of shit won't be able to take any hits at all." She spared a glance over her shoulder as Lantea gave a warning about her tech armor. "Stay away from you while you're orange, run away when you're flashing red. Got it." She kept an ear out for Jorge's plan as she began to set up the shuttle's systems to her preferences. Piece of shit though it may be, it was her piece of shit now and she was going to be damned if she wasn't going to get the best out of it.
He might not be the only one...


Says the one shouting in the woods to get the attention of crossbowmen and then turning into a tree.
If my schedule allows, I will update the RP and provide @DrRtron their boon by wednesday!


Faeril is gonna need a boon to keep his sanity after this series of events

We will see. :D




Also, Faeril's about to lose his mind.

'Alright the giant's got a point, maybe we can carefull-'

Penny runs out

'Fuck.'
Just like last time, I'll wait until next monday before I update! Also you @DrRtron will be granted a boon soon, due to being the first person to post (and post up to standard) consecutively since we began!


Is that boon going to be a full set of armor and a crossbow that functions like a gun right?

=D
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I don't think having someone as abrasive as Sol is really an award, sadly.


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Tuchanka is the planet of the abrasive people. They'll be thick as thieves.


If it was anyone else, Sol might drive them off. But Karnoc? Karnoc is just gonna laugh. Then challenge her to an arm-wrastling match.
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