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"What the hell are you doing here barging into my territory?" The tattooed Asari hollered to the intruders gathered in front of the main door to her safehouse. There were ten of them, four heavily armored Krogan flanked by six psychiotic looking Vorcha. Cearya glowed blue with biotic rage, a single step away from unleashing on the foolish Blood Pack which invaded her ground. Her two guards each had their weapons leveled at the ten gathered mercenaries before them. 

"We came for Barrons. Garm wants his head. Give him up and we'll be on our way." One of the Krogan exclaimed, clenching onto a heavy machine gun. His eyes narrowed as Callan stepped through the doorway as his fellow Blood Pack soldiers seemed to tense up. "There he is! Show some honor and give yourself up quietly."

"You savages wouldn't know honor if it slapped you across the face!" Caerya shouted before Callan could even speak in a word. "Get the hell out of here, last warning." 

"You're foolish not to just give him up, Asari. Do you have any idea what he's done? He'll stab you in the back and steal all your wa-" The Krogan began to say before he was flunged backwards with a scream as a grin slipped onto the lips of the arms dealer. For a moment the Vorcha around him just stared in shock before another one of the Krogans hollered at them all the unleash fire at Caerya and Callan. Fausion and Kollek then returned fire, covering their boss. 

The exterior of the safehouse then exploded in a frenzy of gunfire. The turret above the door unleashed a stream of high powered shots towards one unlucky Vorcha which shredded through the rabid mercenary's hide like it was nothing. In response another of the Vorcha fired a rocket launcher at the turret which caused Callan to dive to floor, grabbing the Asari as they both hit the deck. The turret above them ignited in flames as metal parts spewed throughout the area below. The Blood Pack merceneries continued to unleash shots towards Caerya's guards as one went down in heap right after he had torn through one more Vorcha. As Callan rose to his feet his biotics flared up and he pulled one of the enemy Krogan off the floor and into the hard wall of the alley. Caerya then followed it up by emptying her thermal clip into the crippled enemy.

"Fuck this, guess you get to watch the show Adam!" The arms dealer stated excitedly with a smirk as she flipped a switch on her omni-tool. A moment later the heavy steel door once more came open as the Chimera mech emerged from inside the safehouse. 

The imposing metal machine towered over everyone around it and is trekked into the alleyway. A moment later both machine guns began to spin inside of the mech's arms as they ripped into the remaining opposition. Another vorcha bit the dust as one of the remaining Krogan hollered for a retreat. Callan noticed the smile widen on the Asari's face as clicked another switch on her omni-tool and the mechanical monstrosity lifted upwards, the thrusters pulling it to hover above all the combatants. The ex Cerberus operative's jaw nearly dropped off his face as the armor on the mech's left shoulder shifted then a missile launcher emerged from it. Then the end of the alleyway lit up in what could only be described as a beautiful blaze as the rockets propelled from the mech and slammed into the unfortunate Blood Pack troopers. As the smoke cleared all that was left were mangled, obliterated corpses of the foolish mercenaries. 

"Jesus." It was all Callan could mutter as Caerya brought the mech back down to floor level then deactivated the heavily armed war machine.

"That'll teach them. Made for a pretty good live fire show didn't it?" The arms dealer replied with a wink as she approached the Chimera mech, its arm slightly marked with shots but none broke through its plating. "I bet everyone in the next block heard that."

"Where the hell did you even get that thing?" The human biotic asked as he walked over to his two bodyguards, both men were still standing having avoided any serious injuries. Caerya's one remaining guard knelt over the body of his fallen comrade, respect filling his heart over the sacrifice his fellow Krogan had made defending their employer.

"A magician doesn't reveal their tricks, Adam. All you gotta do is let me know you want them and they are yours. Better you than Eclipse or the Blue Suns, but I charge them a hell of a lot more than I do you." The Asari stated truthfully as she walked back towards Callan and patted him on the shoulder, then strolled back towards the door to her safehouse. "I'll make sure to have this one all patched up too, not that they put much more than a dent in it."

"You will hear from me, Caerya, trust me on that. But I have to head back for now, the Blood Pack might be just about to declare open war on me and my friends." He said with a nod then motioned towards Fausion and Kollek as both loyal men flanked behind him. "Until the next time." 

"Don't worry, Adam. They won't get a second of my business after that stunt they pulled, they're dead to me. My door is always open for you, take care, handsome." The Asari teased as she stepped inside of her headquarters. More of her 'employees' emerged to clean up the aftermath of the firefight as the trio departed the scene. As Callan went on his way back towards his own headquarters his thoughts once more went back to Odette, wondering when exactly he would see her after faking a murder attempt on her.

Satka Yual
 47 ⟁ Male ⟁ Drell ⟁ Civilian doctor 

A P P E A R A N C E

The Drell doctor stands roughly 178 cms in height with a lean frame. His skin is a light blue in its complexion, with doubled eyelided black eyes with white inner eyes. His features are masculine with distinct frills going down the back of his head. Scarring is evident on his face from an incident he does not like to discuss. Smiles are a rarity on the doctor's face but another distinct feature he possesses is his blue lips, almost vibrant in their coloration. A few other scarrings mark Satka's body below his face, a healed burn notably dotting his right upper forearm. While his left shoulder holds a long healed bullet wound from an unfortunate encounter with some of the galaxy's rougher citizens. He lacks any tattoos or the like, the scars he bears from a rough doctor's life being Satka's distinguishing features. 

The civilian dresses in plain colors, his style simple but sharp. He'll often wear collared dark shaded shirts with a long coat akin to a human doctor's jacket. On his lower half he wears comfortable pants with firm black boots. Satka as a noncombatant does not own armor, his plain clothes offer little in the way of protection to hazards. Though he does own a jumpsuit with a respirator helmet for zero gravity, non oxygen filled emergency situations.

H I S T O R YSatka Yual was born on the Hanar homeworld of Kahje which also serves as the new home of the Drell. His parents were both simple working Drell, his father a bodyguard for a prominent Hanar politician while his mother was a police officer. As such the young Drell was raised in a strict household where he was one day expected to serve in a similar capacity to his parents. This push by his family may have been what ultimately led Satka down the path he chose, a total opposite of a martial lifestyle. His uncle Thulna would serve as an extremely influential figure to the young Satka, instilling a firm belief in the Drell's religion upon the boy. Through his own spiritual discovery Satka would pledge to help others, beyond his homeworld. He enjoyed life on the peaceful Kahje but dreamed of seeing the greater galaxy. The compassionate Drell would save up his credits in order to finance a shuttle offworld to the Citadel. This voyage would be the last time he'd see his family which took him some time to process.

Upon his arrival to the Citadel the Drell would get involved with a charitable organization, Pax Medicam that brought medical aid to those in need throughout Citadel space. It was Satka's first true glimpse into his future as he worked aside some of the kindest most efficient doctors on the Citadel. He'd see different worlds during his time with the group, visiting them to deliver supplies or help the wounded. While he had no scholarly medical training his five years within the organization gave him extremely valuable real world experience. Still the spiritual Drell did not feel as if he was doing enough. He'd heard tales of the unforgiving Terminus systems where orphans walked the streets of Omega and refugees died without hope. Satka was cautioned by several within Pax Medicam to not go on such a journey. The Terminus Systems chewed up and spit out hope filled young men like him like they were nothing. Nevertheless he hopped on a shuttle to Omega and began the next phase of his life, filled with desire to help those greatest in need.

Upon his arrival to Omega the Drell was stricken by the conditions the most downtrodden lived in, the tales he'd been told had been more than true and it hit the hope filled Satka hard. Still he pushed on, first searching out a medical clinic on the brutal space station to begin his work. He'd find it in the form of a Batarian doctor, Obrank Garkakk who had a heavily makeshift hospital on Omega. Dr. Garkakk was exactly the type of doctor one would expect to find on Omega, money was what he valued more than anything else. Satka was hesitant to work for such a man but his options were limited as a newcomer with little in the way of credits to his name. He would work side by side with the Batarian, finding the gruff man to be a skilled doctor even if he lacked much in the way of people skills. The Drell did believe the doctor was kinder than he'd let on to as he'd sometimes let the most unfortunate of people receive care at reduced prices. The clinic was occasionally besieged by gangsters which were the most terrifying days for Satka. He'd frequently dive behind cover while shots filled the crude hospital. It was one element of the Terminus systems he'd never truly get used to. Satka even had to patch up Garkakk after the Batarian took a shot to his leg, a true test of the skills he'd picked up on Omega. 

The Drell would work for Dr. Garkakk for almost four years, then he'd decided to move on his own and begin his own clinic in another part of Omega. Satka began by officially stylizing himself as Doctor Yual, taking inspiration from his mentor Garkakk in how he conducted business. Though he was even kinder with negotiating deals with the most vulnerable and beaten. Early on in his solo work he found himself approached by the Eclipse, a notorious Terminus system mercenary band with a place on Omega. They offered him a deal, protection but only if he committed to patching up their people, none of the other mercenary bands. Desperately needing the protection he cautiously accepted the deal, stipulating that his priority was to help the most downtrodden on the space station. His alliance with Eclipse would be a savvy move which brought in more needed security and credits to his clinic but he despised the idea of working with such wicked individuals. It was something that never sat right with him but he needed to deal with it until he could afford to pay for his own security. 

Satka earned a reputation as a kindhearted doctor who rarely ever turned away patients, even if his connections with the Eclipse scared away some. As the years went by he grew upset with the presence of the gang in his clinic. The final straw was when he discovered they had been stealing medical supplies from him and selling them on the black market for outrageous fees. The good doctor immediately severed the deal with Eclipse, hired his own security then felt much happier about his living on Omega. A paranoid thought did float in the back of his mind that Eclipse would return with vengeance, they'd never truly respect the decision to cut ties with them. But for some time it seemed no such event would occur. Satka focused his efforts on helping those most in need, frequently offering free service to those that needed it the most. Such an idea seemed preposterous beforehand on Omega. During this time he'd also fall in love with one of his nurses, a beautiful human woman named Kara. 

As Satka's clinic flourished he pushed to expand operations, opening more, smaller clinics across Omega. He'd even began to plan to acquire ships to deliver supplies across the Terminus Systems to those most in need. With Kara and his dream coming to fruition life seemed too good to be true. In a way this line of thought was correct. As his esteem grew on Omega so did desire to move against him. Attacks against his clinics increased, forcing him to close some of them and hire more security. He suspected the Eclipse, or rival doctors jealous of his deeds. The most striking moment was when he received a report of his mentor's clinic being bombarded, with Dr. Garkakk slain in cold blood brutally. This incident tore deeply into Satka but he still persisted onward. 

This changed roughly one year before his arrival aboard the Caelestis. As he walked into his main clinic on what seemed to be a routine day an explosion suddenly ripped through it. The doctor watched as patients and staff were crushed by debris or incinerated in the blast. As he crawled out of the rumble he watched as Kara was gunned down before him by a mercenary clad in the distinct Eclipse armor. Satka did not meet the same fate as his lover, he was left alive in a heap of sorrow to suffer through witnessing his life's work torn down before him. Flames filled his clinic as it burnt the ground, reverting to ashes like so much did on the unforgiving space station. As he held his dying love in his arms tears poured down the Drell's face. 

Omega had beaten him. 

Doctor Yual managed to pull himself away from the wreckage of his dream. He'd discover his other remaining clinics had similarly been hit. Everything he cherished had been completely defiled and destroyed. The person he cared the most about was wordlessly slain before him, killed like a common nobody on Omega. Satka stowed himself away, for some time he just left Omega and wandered as he tried his damnedest to find meaning. To find a way to push through shattered dreams and persevere. With nothing else going for him he took a job for an Asari captain traveling towards a strange planet.

P E R S O N A L I T YDoctor Yual is a calm minded figure with a compassionate heart, a combination which has brought him trouble in his time in the Terminus systems. Nevertheless he has continued to hold a passionate want to help any in need, regardless of their race or socioeconomic standing. He is avoidant of conflicts as he does his best to patch up both physical and emotional wounds. When in a conflict situation he'll often just simply dip out, drop it entirely and move on with things. While smiles now rarely break onto the Drell's features, laughter is even rarer. He'll often crack bad jokes to bring smiles onto the faces of those he's helping. Satka has a soft spot for children, seeing far too many orphaned youth on the streets in his travels through the Terminus systems. He only really cares about monetary regards when its a need. His credits go towards medical supplies or charity when he is able to donate. 

One thing that is noticeable about the good doctor is that he rarely ever speaks of himself or his past. Internally he is a broken man, destroyed by the Terminus Systems and the wretched which live in it. If one asks about his past dealings the Drell will often provide simple answers with little peek into his past. It is partly due to the fact that he does not enjoy going over his past due to painful decisions and incidents in it but also due to the people he's often surrounded by, the scoundrels of the galaxy. He has no one in the way of friends, the ones he once considered that are dead which he blames himself for. He finds it difficult to have personable conversations where he's expected to interject with his own experiences. When he puts on the role of a therapist Satka will give quality advice and put on and friendly face. He sees it as another way to help people, to fix them up emotionally and is happy to do it so long as he's not the one spilling about themselves. In general he is a withdrawn, introverted figure due to his own personal issues. Though he does hold an optimistic view on people around him and his own work, even if he himself is very much a beaten man. 

Satka is a devoted pacifist, it is quite unusual for someone whose spent as much time in the darker parts of the galaxy as he has but he upholds it. He's seen his share of needless death, he does not desire to add to it. The only way he'd ever do such a thing is if his life is in extreme danger or someone he cared deeply about was greatly endangered. 

Satka like most of his species is a spiritual, religious man. He believes strongly in one's soul, that a wicked person is not truly complete. In a way he sees it as his life's journey to serve Arashu, the Drell godddess of protection by helping others. Healing their wounds and patching their souls. It is something which was instilled to him by one of his relatives and has stuck with Satka even through his intergalactic travels.

A B I L I T I E S Trained doctor & surgeon
Informal shrink

E Q U I P M E N TM-3 Predator heavy pistol
Omni-tool

S T R E N G T H S & W E A K N E S S E SThough lacking anything in the way of degree Satka has been practicing as a black market doctor for just over twenty years. He's administered medical aid to people of all species while ensuring he is well versed in matters of biology for practically all known races. He's also frequently done surgeries on different species, giving him a capable and delicate medical hand.
A more informal part of his life as a doctor is working with a person's psychology. He's often been paid to offer help akin to that of a therapist. An extremely patient man with a vast amount of life experience he's quite good at helping others emotionally.
He's in a no way a fighter beyond simple pistol training which serves as a last resort. He has no martial arts training either, making him pretty much useless in a fight. The Drell overall has zero combat experience to speak of.
The Drell doctor is a man filled deeply with regret and pain. Much of his private time is spent dwelling on his past failures to point it destroys him internally. Its difficult for him to snap out of these bouts but he always seems to, it just takes time.

G O A L S  &  R E G R E T SDoctor Yual's chief goal is to survive his time abord the Caelestis then use the credits he has acquired to start up another, grander clinic in the Terminus systems. There are many downtrodden people that need help, he'd like that to be the mark he leaves on the galaxy. It's worth another shot right?
The destruction of his previous medical clinic is by far his greatest regret. The deaths of those inside the clinic haunt him daily, it is something he will never truly escape.

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