Lauder

Mass Effect: Renegade

Hann'Ceedda

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Kopris’ response to her complaint was as much as she could expect from someone like him, though it still annoyed her a great deal with the oozing sarcasm of his voice. She could not help but dignify him with a rather annoyed and mocking voice, “‘Could you please hand her over?’ At least if we went through the front, I’d already had access to their network.” She let out a huff as she raised the volume of her music and muted the comms of the medic before he could respond to her in kind. The quarrelsome quarian was just as petty as a krogan was, but at the very least she could control her temper, mostly.

There was much in the way of practically wading through sewage and whatever waste happened to be lying within it, merely desiring to spread its sickness to the weakly immune. Luckily enough, Hann could avoid such calamity thanks to her suit, though the worry of a suit breach continued to stick with her as her HUD fed the many, many contaminants that lurked just outside her sanctuary. Additionally, there was the smell, not that she was remotely bothered by it given her suit was an internal environment so she could only imagine what it was like. However, her mind was more focused on merely listening to her music which had since changed from the turian themed to old krogan war chants, mostly songs about killing Rachni. In fact, she probably wouldn’t hear any of the chatter from the comms had her VI automatically lowered the volume of the music so she could know what was happening.

The music and its heavy drums helped to keep her entertained on the rather long and boring walk through the dark sewers, though the music could only help so much and Hann was doing her best not to focus too much on her imagination. This was what was going on long before the message of radio silence had been sent by Koyla. Had the imposing krogan, Vash, not been in front of her, she probably would have walked directly into someone. She had learned from the morning to keep an eye out for others, namely for the sake of not embarrassing herself further within the crew, though it seemed that her distracted nature meant that she would almost repeat it. She stopped mere inches away from the Krogan as a report of Eclipse members being in their way.

Eclipse was a group that she had considered joining when she had sold the Jalazi before, though she had abstained from the idea as they were merely too big of a group for her to enjoy getting on with. Plus, Hann was more comfortable with the smaller close-knit groups, much like how it had been with her old Krogan friends.

However, a rather evil laugh came out of Hann as she saw the words ‘Sentries’ came across her HUD. She was still laughing when Koyla had begun his assault, igniting some of the poor mercenaries with a gas. As Koyla charged, Hann ran up, her fingers swiftly tapping on her omni-tool and as she turned the corner, pointed her orange-enveloped hand at one the sentries. Suddenly, it switched itself around to begin gunning down its handler, continuing to fire until he was clearly dead, turning to another to begin firing at the other turret. Such a sight made Hann giddy as her image faded from view, allowing her to begin moving forward.

>Invisible, right side

Came the text appearance on everyone’s HUDS as Hann ran forwards, predator raised and ready to fire when she had closed the gap between her and the Eclipse.

D&D 5E: Dungeon of the Mad Mage

Doing good! Been keeping myself busy with good ole fun writing and drawing!

[Jedi] Tython

The speeder hummed and screeched as the Jedi battlemaster accelerated over the hills and plains of Tython, causing a roaming pack of Uxibeasts to screech and scatter. Kyla swiveling between the gap in the herd as she rocketed closer to the temple. The disturbance was still evident within the Force, dark storm clouds gathered in the once clear blue skies. As the temple came into view she heard the fierce rumble of thunder, birds screamed in the air as they flew in seemingly random directions. She’d almost forgotten the animals reacted to these fierce fluctuations in the Force just like the Jedi did. It had to be a force sensitive of some sort who crash landed, perhaps not a Sith though that was not yet ruled out.

Around her people darted around in confusion, as lightning into the mountains beyond them. She could sense the oceans churning, the planet as far from peace as she could ever recall it being. Kyle took a deep breath, focusing her mind on controlling and assessing the situation at hand. She slammed on the brakes of her vehicle, another screech echoed as it came to a full stop in the middle of the courtyard in front of the main building. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the Force flow around her as she sensed for her padawan. The young girl must have been terrified, but Kyla had taught her well to compose her fear. San was here, that was something to be thankful for at least.

The battlemaster then jumped off of her speeder, leaving it behind as she jogged towards the entrance. Temple guards brought organization to the confusing, frightening situation, waving any Jedi inside. Two Jedi knights carried around holopads as they did head counts, accounting for all personal in the temple. There were still others in the wilds of the now chaotic planet and all Kyla could do at this moment was hope the Force was keeping them safe. She had to deal with the crash head on, but not alone. She pushed through the entrance, then let out a relief filled sigh followed by a slight smile as she spotted her padawan.

“San! Are you alright?” Kyla asked, placing a comforting hand on her young apprentice’s left shoulder. Care evident in her facial expression.

“Master!” San exclaimed happily as her master reunited with her. Her mask blocked her expression but the sense of ease that Kyla had brought was clear as day knowing her master was with safe. Her mind did not linger upon this happiness, however, as the Kel Dor looked to the mountains with a troubled feeling over taking her. She let out a rather hesitant noise as she thought to speak but failing to find words in order to properly relay what she was feeling at that time. That was merely how San Anin was as she awkwardly fumbled to find the words.

“D-do you know what is happening, m-master?” San asked softly, her reclusive nature coming to her as her hand sank a bit. When her confidence failed, San Anin’s hands began to interlock as her mind attempted to put itself at ease like it had before her master had come. However, it was merely impossible at the moment, there were too many people for her to try such a thing. It was clear that she was more concerned by the crowd of peers than the situation, at least, that was what it had seemed as her body language went inwards. San Anin kept herself closed off, hunching her back as her face went to look around at the crowd.

“A ship broke through orbit and crashed in the Rift beyond the mountains. I’m not sure of what make the ship is. I don’t believe it's a Sith though,” Kyla replied as her small smile at seeing her padawan faded, she kept her hand on San’s shoulder, then led the Kel Dor down a hallway towards her office. “This planet is extremely rich in the Force, you feel it don’t you? Unlike any other world. When there’s a disturbance in the Force on Tython it just causes the planet to go haywire, the environment reacts, the animals react and the Force itself reacts. I fear its only going to get worse, but that's why we’re going to fix this situation immediately.”

She gave her apprentice a firm nod of confidence, trying to word what she said as if not to apply intense pressure on the young girl, or frighten her. As they stepped inside of her office Kyla moved behind her desk, opening a cabinet from which she quickly changed into her Jedi armor. Marked and scarred from the battles it had been through even before San was born, it still was Kyla’s choice when she was called to action. She lifted one foot up, placing it on the edge of her desk as she tied her boot.

“I’m not sure what we’ll encounter in the Rift, I doubt that we’re the only Jedi heading there. Though the Order is advising all Jedi on the planet to stay in the temple. We’re going against that. You’re going to have to be at your wisest, strongest and readiest. I’m going to need your help if we’re going to solve this.” Kyle stated calmly as she finished tying both her boots, then all of her armor on slipped her long Jedi robe on top and walked out of her office with San in tow. They walked towards the front entrance, seemingly going the opposite way of everyone else.

San Anin seemed apprehensive at the idea of going after something that managed to breach through Tython, though her master seemed far more intent on it. “M-master, are you sure this is best idea? I, ugh- it’s just…,” her voice trailed off as she looked at her more confident master before clearing her voice, “I-I am not exactly the best duelist and I w-would suspect whatever we are going after is going to be, erm, stronger than me.”

The padawan lacked the confidence that her master had, partially from the fact that she had been putting off her studies of the lightsaber. San Anin knew that if they were going after whoever had decided to come to Tython then she may have to demonstrate her poor saber skills. Yet, she could not tell her master out of fear of being punished, or worse, finding that she had disappointed her master in any capacity. The teen looked back the other Jedi who retreated into the confines of the temple before her head swiveled back to her master.

“N-not that I doubt your decisions, m-master. I just d-don’t k-,” her voice trailed off again as she spoke, this time not bothering to continue with the worried statement.

“I know that you feel you are lacking with lightsabers, San. Chances are we are only facing one or at maximum a couple of Force users if any. The ship looked small, like a fighter, and it was the only one which fell. Regardless you are strong in the Force, San. Stronger than you believe you are. A Jedi’s strength does not only come from how well they swing a lightsaber.” Kyla said as she turned to give her padawan a reassuring glance.

“Believe in yourself San, and in my advice. I have had an apprentice die on me before and it was my own fault. I will not allow any harm to come to you. I promise you.” She added, firm in her words as they walked now outside of the temple, passing the guards who gave them a confused parting glance.

San Anin stares at her master in silence for a few moments, her previous apprehensions fading only slightly as Kyla promised to protect her. However, her feelings on the whole operation was still keeping her in a more worried state, despite the ease that her master brought. The padawan let out a sigh as she looked to the ground as she tried to clear her mind the best she could.

To their left was a small dropship, a plain grey with no weaponry. The battlemaster flicked a switch and the back began to open up to them. As she motioned for San to head inside Kyla heard a familiar voice behind her.

Tower of Fable

Tokuda

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Tokuda awoke from his nap with a start, his breathing very rapid as he remembered the black hole hurling towards him like a sphere of death. He had raised his shield and looked away to avoid looking at imminent destruction before he had awakened in yet another strange room, but this time with the same weird people. It seemed that the events that had transpired were not just some dream that he could waive off and continue the day. However, it seemed that he was safe, or rather as safe as he could be while in the tower.

He got to his feet, his shield dissipating as his head turned around to absorb the bar-like atmosphere that the group found itself in. Tokuda’s eyes eventually traveled from the old faces to the new; Lin and Touka, then upon the one known as ‘Smitten Kitten’. The lad let out a sound as he processed what was going on, the talk and such before his mind began to refocus on everything else. At least, they were no longer fighting that figure that they had encounter moments earlier, though he did not know how long he had been sleeping on the floor. When his mind was done processing the information, he finally looked down at the card in his hand, seeing that it read ‘Charlie’ and had a green snake on it. Tokuda put the card in his belt before looking up to the group.

‘His harem’ being the first words he had properly paid attention to cause a large red blush to go across his face, not so much embarrassed as it was sparking the thoughts of why people kept pointing it out. “Eh, I’m Tokuda,” he said, finally introducing himself in a rather awkward voice that made him seem more of a teenager than an actual man, voice cracks and all. Tokuda cleared his throat before continuing, “Sorry, for not introducing myself earlier. I was, eh, surprised to -erm, wake up with a group of ladies after falling asleep the night before.”

With that wording, Tokuda planted his palm into his face as he turned away from the group and allowed his social awkwardness to isolate him more than he had already done by not talking earlier.

Mass Effect: Renegade

The day of the job, Hann had awoken early in the day so that she may get ready in a bit of relative peace and quiet. Her helmet had already begun to play her morning music which stirred her into a fierce action of maintaining her sniper rifle and pistol, making sure that they were properly ready for whatever was thrown at her. It was easier when nobody was bothering her, leaving her enough time to sit in her heavily sanitized area and actually brush her short, choppy hair. For a moment, she could actually breathe in unfiltered air, though she knew it was for the best to not have an extended exposure to the outside environment, despite her meticulous cleaning. Hann, with some hesitation, put the visor back on her helmet, allowing her VI to take care of the air quality and so on.

The song went on repeat as she danced towards the place they had called their dining room the other night, moving in tune with the music and humming, rather loudly as she went about. When she passed their makeshift table, Hann drummed her fingers along the surface, throwing her cares about what the others had been doing out the metaphorical window as she began to joyously sing along. However, the table was not where Hann was going, in fact she was in her way to the lounge in order to get started on work. Eventually, she resorted to just skipping and singing rather than actually dancing.

In her absent minded stupor, she entered the lounge, singing and happily bouncing along before jumping over the back of the couch. Then, Hann remembered that could belonged to a sleeping Krogan and in a panic, as her bottom made contact with the krogan’s body, shifted her weight too much forward. The Quarian nearly slammed visor first into the ground, it managed to twist around and land on her back instead.

“Oooooow,” Hann groaned, unmoving from her position on the floor and the music from her helmet still blaring.

Vash had been peacefully snoring in his drunken slumber, hands tucked behind his head as he slept in total relaxation. As the quarian slammed into his armored frame he was startled awake, falling off of his comfortable couch and onto the hard floor. The heavy krogan exclaimed in shock as the lounge floor shook from his collapse, spare ammunition falling onto the floor near him. He groaned then rolled backwards to reach for his shotgun, fearing that he had just been jumped. His stance relaxed as he realized it was one of his new squadmates who had collided with him accidently.

“What the hell? I thought the ship was being invaded.” Vash stated, the alcohol strong in his voice as his words slurred. Letting go off his shotgun as he rubbed his head gently, then moved towards the quarian to lift her off the floor and help her to her feet.

“I forgot you slept on the couch,” Hann sighed in embarrassment as Vash lifted her up, her feet catching the ground though they felt like giving out due the the embarrassment. She rubbed the back of her head before walking over to an available chair and sitting. From what the Krogan could see, she seemed to be avoiding making eye contact with Vash before opening her Omni-Tool and typing on it. Once more did Hann let out a sigh as her gaze finally went back to look upon Vash.

“You are in luck, you know,” she stated, the tone of her voice shifting to how it was the night before with a professional, business oriented side coming over her. “It isn’t confirmed, but I have heard rumors that our target had a Krogan husband,” she continued, emotion draining from her voice as she went back to looking at her Omni-tool.

“I don’t blame her one bit, us krogan are the most dashing species in the galaxy. We excel in more than just combat mastery” Vash stated jokingly with a smirk as he moved over behind the bar to fetch a flask of krogan liquor and a whiskey glass. Pouring himself a drink of his own then reaching for another empty glass.

“Care for a drink?” Vash asked as he tried to remember her name. The alcohol flowing through his systems making that much harder than it would normally be. “Henn?”

“Hann,” she corrected, clearly annoyed at the slight before she leaned forward in her seat, visor seemingly transfixed on her Omni-Tool. “And I do not drink before a job, liquor will make my aim off and I cannot have that,” she said in an equally annoyed fashion as her fingers danced around the Omni-Tool as Hann seemed transfixed as to whatever she was searching for. After a few more moments of this, the orange glow of her device faded away as Hann turned her attention back to Vash. She leaned back into her chair, crossing her legs as she watched the alcoholic Krogan.

“Perhaps you could use this information to get closer to Salisa, assuming we don’t shoot everything on sight the moment we set foot over there,” Hann suggested, her professional tone returning to her, “It would be a better chance to use that syringe. Otherwise I might have to start threatening her daughters if she doesn’t come quietly.”

“Hey, sorry, I was close. Names are hard when you’re as old as I am,” Vash replied with a nod as she turned down his offer. Then he knelt down and opened a cabinet underneath the bar. Rummaging his hands through until he found what he was looking for.

“Aha! What about this?” The krogan asked as he bounced back to his feet, clenching a bottle of Quarian made whiskey. The lettering on it strange and alien to him, but not her. “Knew we had this somewhere onboard, who knows how old it is.”

“Going into a mission all strung up in my experience is not good either. Better to be relaxed even in the chaos of battle. But your choice,” Vash said calmly as he set down the quarian whiskey on top of the bar, then took a sip of his own poured drink. “I’ll try to seduce her, lay the old krogan charm on her. Maybe quote some of my people’s poetry. If that fails then I’ll just blow up all of her troops and tackle her.”

He added with a shrug and a laugh. Wondering what the professional acting quarian was looking up on her omni-tool.

“The latter sounds more like your kind’s specialty. I am very familiar with that kind of work from the Krogan,” Hann stated as her head cocked to the side a bit. “I have done a lot of research on our target, digging up some good stuff, like how this Salisa is military trained and very good at her damn job at that,” she explained with a bit of annoyance towards Vash before her visor seemed to momentarily look at the Quarian alcohol. She shifted in her seat a bit, clearly holding herself back from going for the bottle.

“I would recommend not to underestimate Salisa. It may cost you your life if you do,” Hann informed he Krogan before looking back down at her Omni-tool then back to Vash, “I would get cleaned up if I were you. The smell of alcohol might give us away.”

“I think that's the way I’ll go. I don’t know any krogan poetry, I don’t think there is any. That’s like trying to find a Vorcha scientist,” Vash replied with another smile as he walked around the bar to sit in a chair across from the quarian. His drink in one hand and the quarian whiskey in another. He took a long sip, then continued speaking, nodding his head slightly. “She’s not that tough. No one is invincible, not even an asari matriarch. Shoot her enough and she’ll go down like the rest of them, though we’re taking her in alive which is trickier.”

“She’s not a varren, she can’t smell us from a mile away. I’ll take a quick shower and be fine, this isn’t even me fully drunk. Now that’s a sight to behold.” Vash added with a laugh. He was already set for the mission, he didn’t ever really do much planning or bring too much equipment. The krogan set down his drink on a low table in the center between them then rose once more to his feet.

“Here, this is yours, Hann. Have a drink of it with me if we survive taking down this crazy asari bitch.” The veteran mercenary said with another laugh as he passed the bottle to his shipmate, then sat back down in his comfortable seat.

Hann held the bottle for a moment, merely gazing at it with what could be assumed to be a lust for the Quarian-safe liquor. She sat in silence as she admired it before looking at Vash and letting out a laugh, setting the bottle back down. “That would be nice, if has been a good while since I’ve had a drink with a Krogan,” Hann said with a more relaxed tone cusping the edge of her professionalism. She got to her feet as she typed a bit more on the Omni-Tool.

“I should probably come up with a few ideas of how to use the information I found,” she said, walking away from the lounge, stopping just as she was about to turn the corner. “See you after the briefing,” she said before walking off into the depths of the ship.

“Take it easy.” Vash said calmly, waving his hand as she left his lounge with the bottle in hand. It was of better use to her than him.

He had stocked up plenty of other kinds of liquor in his lounge, drinks that wouldn't wreck his insides like Quarian whiskey would. He was a nice girl, someone that actually decided to pay him some company, albeit accidently. A part of him was happy to see her reaction to receiving the gift, he couldn’t stand it when people he was fighting alongside got into that ‘trance’ where they only thought of the mission. Every waking thought seemingly focused on it. Perhaps it was just the experienced mercenary in him speaking, as Vash had his own sense of relaxed readiness for the mission. He quickly downed his own glass of alcohol, gulping down the smooth, aged whiskey. Then the krogan popped out of his seat with an excited handclap, moved to his equipment and began suiting up to take down a matriarch.

[Jedi] Tython

The Fundamentals of Makashii

It was a data book that provided a very in-depth analysis of the second form of lightsaber combat, having many tips and many instructions on the art of lightsaber-to-lightsaber combat. For many aspiring Jedi Knights, it would have proved to be an interesting read and extraordinarily helpful for furthering the understanding of the extended uses of the Jedi’s sacred weapon. However, it provoked no such interest from the padawan known as San Anin, who sat cross-legged in her chair in front of the computer screen. The Kel Dor merely had no true passion for studying the art of battle, even though Battlemaster Kyla had ordered her to study the form.

Instead, San Anin found herself in a rather pleasant meditation, connecting her mind with the force and for a moment becoming one with it. Yet, as strong of a connection she had, maintaining it was one of ever-growing difficulty as the thoughts of disappointing her master grew into her worried mind. With a sigh, San Anin opened her eyes, looking through her goggles at the computer screen for a moment. Had she not gone into meditation, she would have been done with the databook by then, however, it was just something exceptionally boring to her. Her eyes read the lines, but her mind did not absorb the knowledge that would be needed if the cold war between the Republic and the Empire ended. War was something far from her mind and far from any form of interest that may have been carried with her, only because she refused to focus on it. It was war and hostility that had already taken something from her and she wished to avoid thinking such thoughts.

San Anin leaned forward, attempting to concentrate on the databook as her master had instructed her to. There was a brief moment of where she truly focused on the databook before it was quickly interrupted as to what force techniques she felt like brushing up on and perfecting. It was the force that clouds her mind from concentrating, or rather her interest in the mysterious power that flowed through all life. Her eyes were soon closed again as she entered meditation once more, allowing her mind to focus upon it and grasp it with all of its mental capabilities.

However, a great disturbance thrust her out of the meditation and her eyes snapped open in response to the strange feeling. San Anin cautiously got to her feet and began to walk towards a viewing area, very carefully stepping forwards to look into the air. She saw a fighter, smoking and descending at a rapid pace towards Tython. A moment of worry struck her mind, wondering what, or who may have been in that ship to cause her to feel a disturbance in the force. It was not often that she felt a noticeable change in the force and her mind raced between curiosity and worry at such a change before the strange sensation crawled up her spine to envelop her fully.

In a matter of instinct, San Anin rushed out of the study hall and towards the entrance of the temple to try and get a better view of what was going on. By the time she had reached the entrance, the ship had already disappeared from her view but it had already disappeared behind the mountains. She did not know what to do nor how to react as others caught the notice of what was going on around her, spurring other worry and confusion from the others. How was she supposed to react to all of this? Was it Sith? Was it an assassin to claim another master from her? More worry flooded into her mind as she began to think of the worst, causing her to search herself on what to do in the situation, but then the studying she did of what to do came to her.

San Anin inhaled deeply, exhaling as she cleared her mind and focused on the disturbance and what to do. Soon, her mind settled on an answer.

She would wait.

Tower of Fable

Tokuda

There was a moment of pure terror when Tokuda saw the great ball of fire and rock coming towards him, causing his body to tense up to where he could no longer move a singular muscle. He closed his eyes and looked away from his impending destruction only to feel the bulk of the meteor strike against his shield and for a moment he believed that he was dead. This was not the case, even though he felt the hulking bit of rock and fire slam into him, he did not move a singular inch. A feeling of astonishment came over him as the fire spread around him and he was generally left unfazed by the attack.

Tokuda looked back at the girls, seeing them figure out that nothing could truly affect the clones, though that was hardly something he was focusing on. He looked forward, staring down the slow walking one and formulating a plan to get closer to the real one in order to properly attack. With one step he launched himself forward, his legs going against his desire to run away as he charged towards the mysterious figure, holding his shield towards him.

He had heard them say how they needed to focus on the real one, Tokuda figured that purely focusing on the real one would do some good for them. The shield, he figured, was going to be good enough for protection, but he hoped that the others would try to follow him forwards to end this fight quickly enough so that none of them would die to an overwhelming amount of ghostly clones. Tokuda knew there was little he would do in terms of damage to this figure, but if he could distract the mysterious one enough, then perhaps that would be enough to stop any more meteors from being hurled at them.

[Jedi] Tython

Jedi Padawan San Anin

Mass Effect: Renegade

Hann'Ceedda nar Jalazi

_{Hann'Ceedda nar Jalazi
⟁ 24 ⟁ Female ⟁ Quarian ⟁Infiltrator}

"I like being away from all the action. It allows me to think it's all a game."

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_{A P P E A R A N C E}

Hann’Ceedda is not an incredibly tall individual standing at just about 5’5” and there is little more she has to despise about herself, other than the standard quarian immune system. Her environmental suit has a predominately light gray coloration patterned with a slightly darker variation of gray and a white which resembles a digital camouflage. The main body of her suit is black with a dark grey elongated hexagonal patterned going all the way down and around the proper body suit. However, her environmental suit has a distinguishable change in that the light on the filter of her mask is not on, never has been and never will be, better for hiding that way.

Through her mask can be seen two glowing eyes and while her facial features are as hidden as any other quarians, Hann’Ceedda’s face can be described as a fairly beautiful young woman. Her lips may not be as full as another woman but her face is heart-shaped and her eyes are a bit narrower than most. Hann’Ceedda has soft cheekbones and there is no blemish or imperfection that can be caused by fights due to the simple fact that it has not felt anything outside of her helmet. The hair under her helmet can be described as a blackened and short cut, barely going past her chin and her bangs neatly kept away from her eyes as to not obstruct anything she might be viewing.

Moving onto her body, it is lithe and combined with her short stature makes her a fairly decent choice for getting into smaller places and hiding. Hann’Ceedda is toned from years of exercise and her thin body mostly comprises of muscle as she takes great care of her form.

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_{B A C K G R O U N D}

Old Times

Hann’Ceedda was born in the year 2155 CE aboard the ship known simply as the Jalazi, a small transport ship that was actually outside of the Migrant Fleet. Her parents were exiles from the Migrant Fleet as her mother, Mehi’Wiss Vas Rica, was found to be a traitor after a tragic mistake when she nearly compromised her ship’s defense systems by introducing a VI to optimize those defense systems instead had a glitch that nearly broadcasted the system and its weaknesses across space, but it was caught in time when one of the ship's council members managed to isolate the VI when Mehi’Wiss notified him. This, however, did not go over well with the other council members.

Upon her exile, Hann’Ceedda’s father, Roto’Ceedda Vas Rica, took the exile to stay with the one he had loved. One of the Council members, Jila'Rin vas Yeema, who had tried to argue for Mehi to be forgiven, gifted the couple a small ship, the Jalazi, and rations to live out their lives in the galaxy. When Hann’Ceedda was born Mehi’Wiss contracted an illness and shortly died a few weeks after, leaving Roto’Ceedda to be a single father. While Roto could have gone back to the flotilla, he did consider himself an exile as he had taken that punishment upon himself along with the fact that he did not view the Admiralty as being fair to Mehi’Wiss. This meant that Hann’Ceedda grew up with very limited interactions with members of her own species outside of her father. However, the two made the most of their lives and from a young age, Roto’Ceedda instilled the same niche traits of programming that her mother had. Though Roto was never able to truly compare to Mehi’Wiss’s abilities, he managed to spark Hann’Ceedda’s interest.

She loved the time she got to spent practicing what her mother had done in the past and took to it with a great passion as her father would always help her when he had the time. Overall though, the relationship between Hann and her father was a rather disconnected one as, while she loved her father and deeply desired to spend more time with him, Roto always seemed to be caught up in some form of work. The two did spend time together as they were aboard a ship together, but Hann never did get to see what her father was like outside of his work and overall busyness. That does not mean he did not try, but the time did leave for a desire of more than Roto could just not provide while being a work-focused individual. This was very much something Hann did not like, leading to her trying to get his attention in the few moments he wasn’t consumed by work.

In the time to herself, Hann did her best to entertain herself by playing with dolls, practicing her mother’s work, and surfing the Extranet. It was all in a desperate bid to not be boredom her travels, but the Extranet did buy her a new escape, music. Hann would play this music all the time and she used it to entertain herself when her father got busy. She loved the music and it quickly became one of her favorite things in the galaxy that nothing would be able to take away from her, provided no one decided to destroy the Extranet.

The two continued to live as nomads, though they had become scrap traders of some degree as they had to learn the basics of the Alliance’s economy rather quickly in order to make a living. Hann was too little to understand the basics of an economy but she took to it as she grew older, namely due to necessity and her father’s teachings. This was their life up until 2164 CE when Roto took up living as an engineer for a krogan mercenary group, fixing their weapons and armor in exchange for a small portion of their money whenever they accepted a job. Life for Hann was hard in this krogan group, namely through the fact that Hann barely got to have quality time with her father and this drive her to begin to try and make friends with the large, aggressive Krogans. From her times, she can name a few experiences when they dared her to steal something from another, such as ammunition or a gun in general, which normally got her in trouble with the other Krogan, thus she started a trend of lies so that way she wouldn’t have to be physically punished, as was often a quick kick to the chest or a smack across the helmet. While the rough treatment proved to be harsh for a young child, it taught her to be light on her feet and always moving to avoid being caught. Those punishments often led to Roto needing to repair Hann’s suit or treat her sickness as best she could, but the experiences did make her hardier than the average Quarian so she would never complain. Though Roto attempted to limit the interaction between his daughter and the group as a whole, wanting to keep his daughter away from any danger as her mother would have wanted, there was little he could do since he was around them for a long while given the pay was the most he had seen and was worth sitting through as long as Hann listened, which most of the time she didn’t since Roto would pay more attention to her if she bent the rules.

This was Roto and Hann’s life for roughly five years until Hann was caught being taught how to shoot weapons at the age of fourteen. Though the krogans had begun to teach Hann when she was eleven behind Roto’s back whenever he got busy with work. The krogans, namely Wakmor, who had grown to like Hann over the years, had seen it as a necessary thing for a child to learn, especially given how the mercenaries tended to bring danger with them wherever they went. Yet, Hann agreed with Wakmor rather than her father, knowing the galaxy is filled with many dangers and with the two constantly traveling with a mercenary group, they needed to know how to fight. This event caused a rather large rift between Roto and the Krogans, and it left a bad taste in Hann’s mouth, though she never stopped learning how to properly use weapons even despite her father’s orders. Such talks to sway her out of the training typically included, ‘You will always be safe on the ship’, ‘This is not what your mother would have wanted’, and ‘the Krogan just want to use you when you get older’, yet, Hann never listened as Roto just wasn’t seen as authorities figure to her at that point. Eventually, it all boiled over in a one-sided fistfight between Roto and one of the mercenaries that were going over the basic practice of sniper usage with Hann. The only reason that Roto was not killed was that the Krogan, Wakmor, knew that if Roto died there would be little the other Krogan could do to take care of Hann as none of them knew how to care for a Quarian child and Roto simply wasn’t worth killing.

While no one died, Roto did take Hann and abandon the Krogan. Within the rare time they shared, Hann revealed that she had just wanted to be with him and that it was his fault for how things turned out. In defeat, Roto took Hann to the Flotilla in a bid to keep Hann away from harm. It was a day of sadness as while the Migrant Fleet accepted Hann into their ranks, Roto refused to go with her given he had become an exile with Mehi. Hann had yet to hear a single word from her father since that day, though she does attempt to contact him through a myriad of ways that have failed. Additionally, life with her own species proved difficult to acclimate to as she had become used to the harsh, aggressive nature of the krogans that she had grown up knowing. Though among her kind, Hann was able to learn what her mother had been able to do and she followed in those footsteps, practicing her abilities and honing them so that she may understand code and files, as well as her mother, had. The time within the Flotilla was also a time of reflection, finding that she had been too harsh to her father and realizing that what had transpired was her own fault. Hann felt the need to apologize to him and make amends for her words.

When Hann had turned seventeen, only being with the migrant fleet for almost two years, she opted to start on her Pilgrimage so that she may be considered an adult by her people. However, when she left the fleet, she immediately put all the skills she had learned to re-establish a connection with an old krogan friend, Wakmor. Hann used him to attempt to find out where her father’s trail had gone, though Wakmor proved little help.

For over a year, Hann attempted to find the trail of her father, traveling to any system that she remembered from her youth and offering services in retrieving data to make enough credits to continue traveling and surviving. It was frustrating for Hann, who only had dead ends to show for her efforts. At times, she felt like giving up, but her passion to reunite with her father pushed her forward.

In 2173 CE, Hann found a clue of her father’s whereabouts which pointed her to Omega, the hive of scum and villainy itself. Knowing that it may be a suicide run for her, she turned to a group that she had known for a long time, the Damned Ashes, the krogan mercenary group. She knew them to be a fierce group, despite the rift between them and her father, she knew they would be the best choice due to the fact that they were not only Krogan, but skilled Krogan. Hann contacted them under a false name, merely known as Splinter, as to not stir up any past aggression they may have still bared towards her father. With all the money she had accumulated and any services she could have offered them, Hann had managed to get her old friends to aid her aboard Omega.

When they had reached Omega, the group immediately ran into resistance from the local gangs, as the Krogans were already causing trouble and holding guns to anyone and questioning them on where they were holding a hostage, though Hann did her best to mediate any conflict to avoid turning a misunderstanding into an all-out gang war. It took a few days, but Hann did manage to get into contact with a Salarian named Vigern, a local gun runner, who had come into contact with Roto and as it turned out, he was still in Omega. The downside was that he was being held by a gang who had a brilliant idea to try and ransom him back to the Migrant Fleet, whom they had failed to come into contact with.

Having no money, Hann knew she would never be able to afford whatever ridiculous prices the gang attempted to ask from the Flotilla. However, she did have a group of Krogan that were eager for a fight. Hann led the Krogan against the gang, initiating a fierce battle at the gang’s headquarters in the Gozu district. Hann took her old training to heart, shooting from vantage points and coordinating with the Krogan to maximize their use as practical tanks. Eventually, Hann and the krogans managed to breach the headquarters, moving through tight quarters and slaughtering those who opposed them. It was in this attack that Hann found that she did not enjoy the act of killing, but she knew that she had to if she wanted to see her father again.

Hann did manage to come across her father, but the state she found him in was one that made Hann cry more than she ever had before. Roto was chained, malnourished, sick, and atrophied to the point where he was hardly recognizable without his suit. It was the last time Hann would share any words with her father, being told that she should live to find life wherever she wanted so long as she does not have to struggle. That was the life that Roto wanted for Hann, and after those words, Hann took it upon herself to put her father out of his misery, that being his final request and knowing that he would not survive no matter how much Hann tried to help him.

After that event, Hann paid off her debt to the Damned Ashed for three years as a data broker and as an assassin. The Krogan has become impressed with this ‘Splinter’ and her ability to shoot with her sniper, so given she was in debt to them, they made use of her skills. She was twenty-one when she had finally gotten rid of her debt, her hands being riddled in blood and death by the time she was able to call herself free. Though through the blood and mercenary work, Hann had become a more detached individual, no longer viewing the death she brought as bad but now more as an afterthought. In that freedom that she considered returning to the Migrant Fleet to fulfill her pilgrimage, but knowing that she would not belong due to her work of death, abstained from the idea.

Hann would go onto to reclaim the Jalazi, as her father had sold it on Omega to make ends meet. Luckily for her, she knew how to track it as it was most likely one of the only Quarian ships to be used in Omega. This led her right to the Citadel, where she found it had been impounded by C-Sec for smuggling illegal weapons. Hann had to hack into C-Sec’s security network to make the ship appear as stolen and that the Quarian who owned it was going to retrieve it soon, such work was hard given the tight security that C-Sec had, but she managed to pull it off by the skin of her teeth. She had infiltrated C-Sec and only did what she needed, to reclaim something from her past and cling onto it for some time.

Then she was free, living as her people had and becoming a nomad for two more years as she processed all the things she had done and continued to grieve for her father. It was a time for her to clear her mind and decide on what she wanted to do with her life now that she could do whatever she wanted. Eventually, she grew tired of the nomadic life and began to look back into her old work as a mercenary, though she did not plan to return to the predominantly Krogan group. There were too many memories for her to have to face that she would rather not.

After some looking around and selling the Jalazi for some cushion money, and to separate herself from her past, she found work with the crew of the Achilles, offering her services as a sniper and hacker. She had become so desensitized and detached from the killing that she did not seem to care about it all that much and felt that wasting her potential as a sniper was probably not in the best interest of the crew. Then, it was merely time that will tell whether she will drift away as she did from the other groups.

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_{S K I L L S}

"Keelah, how many passwords does a security system need?!"

Hann’Ceedda, first and foremost, is someone who can bring a lot of electronics expertise to the metaphorical table, being about to find the inner workings of a VI and pull the strings of one given enough time and effort. In a pinch, she can maintain some calm and focus on hacking so long as she is not the one being directly shot at. That said, she is proficient in the art of getting into security systems, she can pull vital information, and doing just about anything she can with her Omni-Tool.

Outside of the realm of hacking, Hann’Ceedda knows her way around a ship, not an expert on everything, but she knows how to repair systems if they are in dire need of them and get any system to be functional. She is a decent repairman, doing what she can to make sure nothing is absurdly broken or inoperable. However, being no expert, she cannot make any modifications, or calibrations, to systems without further outside help.

Additionally, Hann’Ceedda is a woman who knows her way around a sniper, having been taught from a relatively young age makes her highly trained in the weapon. While, for a time, she had gone without practice within the Flotilla, Hann is nonetheless skilled and proficient with these weapons. She is known to be on mark most of the time, though being under fire and other stressful factors have been known to hamper her accuracy. Despite this, Hann is able to fire at exceptionally long ranges, leading shots, and other factors from a vantage point with ease while she is focused on her target. This skill, to a lesser extent, goes to her pistols as well, though it's more of a flare as a sort of quick-draw more than any true skill, at least she can still shoot it.

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_{E Q U I P M E N T}

Quarian Envirosuit

_{Hann’s Envirosuit is practically a second skin for her, as it is for all Quarians, while it is not armored like the marines of the Migrant Fleet, it does protect her from most environmental threats. The suit also comes with a VI which monitors her health and well being, but also designed to give her a heads-up display on enemies and can zoom in along with her sniper.}

Rosenkov M-97 Viper

_{The M-97 Viper, developed by Rosenkov Materials, is perhaps one of the more odd choice for a sniper given the lower damage per shot. However, this lower damage is offset by its effectiveness against armored targets, it is also one of the only snipers that is also effective against shields and biotic barriers. The weapon is also semi-automatic, allowing for a quicker follow-up shot rather than needing to be reloaded after a single shot like the M-92 Viper. As an addition to the weapon, the scope can display to Hann’s visor so that she may not have to constantly put the scope up to her visor in an awkward fashion.}

Elanus Risk Control M-3 Predator

_{A relatively inexpensive pistol, the M-3 Predator is a rapid-fire weapon that is rather ineffective against shields and biotic barriers. Yet, it proves to be a reliable side-arm when in a pinch and Hann does not seek to use it too often. So long as she shoots first.}

Sirta Foundation Chameleon Tools Omni-Tool

_{The Chameleon Tool was purchased by Hann shortly before joining the Achilles, perhaps out of a thematic choice than a practical one. Though, the Omni-Tool is still capable of allowing Hann to do what she does best, giving her a way to get into things that others would rather not.}

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_{A B I L I T I E S}

• Decryption
• Sabotage
• Tactical Cloak
• Assassination

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<sub>PSYCH PROFILE

T R A I T S</sub>

Positive

• Focused
• Passionate
• Precise
  
  Negative
• Detached
• Quarrelsome
• Dishonest

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_{V I C E S}

Cleaning

_{Hann has developed a habit to clean virtually anything, namely her guns or quarters, but this has been known to extend to hallways and other areas. When she gets into cleaning, there is very little that will stop her save for being called for a mission or having some other pressing matters that require her immediate attention. She developed this habit, not simply from being a Quarian, but because it provides her a means to focus on something other than her past, mainly her father and her people. For her, an escape is a means to hide from the things she does not want to face, even if that would mean lining up a bunch of sticks in an order of size.}

Old Music

_{Hann is a fan of the classics and she loves to listen to them, while this would mainly be human music from the late 1900s and early 2000s, it does extend to other cultures as well. She has a strange fixation to that old human music to the point where she will listen to it while even on missions. When she is posted up in a vantage point, Hann will likely have some old music like “Southern NIghts” or, perhaps one of her favorite songs, “Mr. Blue Sky”. This has been developed through her time of surfing the Extranet, and she uses it as a means to desensitize herself from killing others. The music allows her to treat it more as a game than a true problem of morality.}

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_{H A U N T}

The Shuttle Bay

<sub>Hann gravitated towards the shuttle bay, having an area that she tends to keep thoroughly sanitized and organized beyond what someone would actively call normal. In this little bubble, she tends to shoo people off with their contaminants and if they wish to talk to her they can wait outside of a specific line. At least she had the courtesy of putting some basic chairs in a substantially smaller area which is so aptly named the ‘Waiting Area”.

The original space was where tool storage was, but that had since been moved to accommodate herself. Now the three-walled area has been converted to resemble a small, confined bedroom with a sleeping bag placed on the floor and an organized assortment of cleaning supplies, books, and pictures of her father and mother. Additionally, there is a music player from which she will be streaming music on a never-ending basis, rather than constantly playing it within her helmet.</sub>

_{D R I V E}

After finding and executing her father, there was little drive that Hann had for going on and she had fallen into a depression while she worked from the Krogan. When she had reunited with the Jalazi one last time, Hann decided to live by her father’s words and find a life to live without any struggle. The life she dreams of is a life where she can finally retire to a planet and do absolutely nothing for the rest for her life; no space travel, no data running, no mercenary work. For that, she needs enough money to support being able to do absolutely nothing for a good long while so that she could have a life to ignore anyone who would have bothered her and be free of the intergalactic struggles that kept her in the mercenary life.

After that, she doesn’t know what she would. Probably, nothing.

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