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I can probably get an OOC up with more information about the world tomorrow. Things I plan to include:

Small history of Matal's politics
Matal culture
Countries surrounding Matal
The dynasty you will be a part of

Anything else you'd like to know before starting?
@Weyr: I don't have a problem with your post but controlling other characters (godmodding) could portray them differently from how their creator wanted them to. I'd just watch out for it.
Ok, I edited my post. Sorry for the confusion.
Oops. Can I say that she was on the ship at all?
Min slipped ahead of the others to get to the Normandy. As soon as Min got on the ship she began exploring it. I'm on the Normandy right now. Shepard was on the Normandy. I am Shepard. She didn't see any faulty logic in that line of thinking. We're basically the same person. She found her quarters and began unpacking. She had suited up in her best dress for the meeting with the council, a dress that the Shadow Broker provided her. She changed into some of the only clothes that she brought with her: An extra large t-shirt with a cartoon Krogan on it, that read Urdnot for Life under it, and sweatpants. As Mads Tao was researching Skal'kus, Min took a quick nap. She woke up with a package at the foot of the bed, with the holonote attached to it.

I thought that you would want to dress in style as a Spectre. Good luck, Min. You've always wanted an opportunity at greatness. Now you have it, because I gave it to you. Please remember that in case I ever am in need of a favor.

"Yup, there it is," Min sighed. The real reason that the Shadow Broker handed her over. He wanted an insider with the Council's most powerful private army. She tossed the note aside and checked the box. It contained light blue and white armor. Min liked the pattern, so she supposed she'd keep it. although the thing probably had at least 50 hidden cameras and bugs on it, courtesy of the Broker. Come to think of it, everything she brought with her did. She'd have to but a few mini-EMPs to destroy any interference. The Shadow Broker may be expecting favors from her, but she was not working for him anymore, she was no longer his spy. She was a hero. And she was hungry.

Min decided to walk off the chef's lunch by exploring the area outside the ship. She walked barefoot outside the ship. It might be a bit dirty, but Min could never get tired of the metal construct under her feet. She came to loath the dirt on the colony where she grew up. "Oh. Hey." She managed through a mouth of the food on the elevator. "Were we supposed to be doing that now? Like right now? Sorry. I'm used to working on my own schedule. Well, ok," Min brushed off her shit and began walking in stride with Mads. "I had a friend who was stationed in Skal'kus around a year back. Well, he wasn't legally there, so much as an agent of Discovery. My replacement, actually. He was undercover as a lab tech there. He didn't understand anything that was going on, which I think is unusual for a Salarian. Anyway, they were doing experiments on living creatures from what I recall. No humans or salarians or anything, but oxen and apes. Big creatures. Maybe they had Krogan in mind?"
Rhys, who was miles away from thinking about forming alliances with other kids, seemed to ignore the lack of interest towards him. In truth, he wasn't bothered by it because he wasn't interested in the other kids himself, but they were stuck here just like him, and they could probably offer an anchor that he needed if he was to stay alert. He remembered what his mother used to say to him back when he was failing his classes. You spend all your time outside that body and your brain will start to rot, Mr. He supposed it was true, since his grades would always go up when he stopped Projecting all the time. "I've heard horror stories about this place." Rhys spoke in a hushed tone. "I have a friend, his sister's college roomate's nephew was taken here. They say he went insane. I'm just saying that it's something to think about." Meanwhile his gaze drifted past the boys. When waiting for a response he found himself staring at Babs Mizell. He had to metaphorically slap himself across the face to break the gaze.
Cool. 4 people would be a good starting point but it would change the game a bit to be a bit... less deadly.
Other than saying I absolutely despise those characters? I say it's freeform, and it is, but I'll be moderating it to make sure everything is handled fairly (as in no "And then Bob pulled the dagger out of his heart and drank the magical health potion while killing everyone in the room"). I'll be sure to nerf anyone that's too powerful and help those that can't get a break for the sense of everyone getting enjoyment out of the roleplay. (So basically, unless you REALLY mess up and get yourself killed or utterly disgraced, or someone pulls off something ingenuous and does the same to someone else, there's still a chance anyone can win the election once the Game is over.)
Min had to admit, she was pretty peeved to have been fired so abruptly. She had finished working on Elysium for three weeks to see if a group of farmers looking to unionize were actually eco-terrorists. To her great pleasure, after carefully combing through every hidden record and the ExtraNet search history of the leaders (Who were apparently more interested in Asari-Hanar tentacle porn than unionizing), in addition to gaining the trust of the leader, Min found that they were in fact ordinary farmers, and the Shadow Broker was probably getting senile. After returning to the Broker's Base, she had been doing paperwork on the incident for the past day. And her thanks for all the fruitless work? "Your services are no longer needed. You have twenty minutes to leave the ship or you will be killed".

Min gathered her things and took the shuttle that the Shadow Broker had supplied for her, half expecting for there to be an 'accident' with the shuttle that would leave her dead in space. But the shuttle took her to the Citadel, of all places. She was told as she was being whisked to the Council Chambers that she was being considered for a spectre position, and that her service with C-Sec and honorable service as a detective with Discovery Co. made her an ideal candidate for handling more subtle matters that didn't require someone shooting up the place.

Min wasn't in the Chambers much longer than Galen. "Who invited Big Ben?" She asked nobody in particular. "My feet hurt," she whispered to the candidate standing next to her. "Do you think it's almost over? Is that ship ours? Do your feet hurt?"
Sorry for not posting earlier, but I tried to explain Rhys's silence.
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