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There wasn’t much time before the Vice-Admiral was scheduled to depart for Utrost. With that in mind, General Treselang quickly made his way to meet with the Vorn Tigers recon squad to give them their orders. Based on the limited information about the squad, there weren’t any other options than to hope that the job gets done. Once the shuttle landed, Treselang made his presence known to the squad.

“I take it you all are the Vorn Tigers?” asked the general.

“That would be us, sir.” The leader of the squad, Sergeant Vale stated. She quickly rose to her feet, setting down her rifle as she saluted Treselang. Around her was the rest of her team, each one suited up for the mission as it drew nearer. They all turned their attention to the arrival of the General.

The members of Vorn Tiger squad each had their own little rituals ahead of a mission, small superstitions. Zena’s was the frantic care with which she looked after her A280, a white rag alongside it on the floor where she had been seated cleaning it. The rifle practically shined in the lights of the hangar. It was always spotless, how Sergeant Arash drilled into her mind during her early days in the rebellion. Private Leapfar’s ritual was the nap she took before every single mission, though the Nosaurian had popped right awake at the arrival of General Treselang though. As the squad’s resident sniper dropped down from her X-Wing her fellow soldiers smirked.

“Good.” General Treselang nodded as his second-in-command arrived with a datapad for the leader. He took it from Meffaa and had a brief look, making sure that everything was correct. Then a few seconds later, the general handed it to the sergeant and asked her to follow him to the comm room for debriefing. “What were you told about this mission?”

“That we were going to deploy ahead of the rest of the ground troops. Into a potential hotzone.” She stated plainly, repeating the simple sounding orders that Republic command had given her team. As she followed the general the rest of her squad looked around at each other in curiosity before going back to what they were doing before the general’s arrival.

“Did our assignment change, General?” She inquired as her eyes glanced over the datapad. What command had told her about their role in the mission was not much to go by, but it squirted the typical role her squad played on the battlefield.

“It has.” Treselang answered. He made his way to the holomap and turned it on, revealing the old Republic base. “This former Republic base is an ideal place for the main force, but the Imperium have secured it. Your orders are to scout out the base and take it, if possible. If not, report the strength of their presence. But, there’s something… else that requires your touch. Tell me, do you have a demolition expert?”

“That would be me, sir. I typically carry all manner of explosives with me on mission. I know how to plant remote detonated ones to hit the Imps extra hard. What exactly requires an explosive touch on this mission, General?” Zena asked inquisitively, smirking as she spoke of her expertise with explosive manners. It was no secret that she enjoyed that part of her job.

The commando did wonder what more this mission entailed. The objectives seemed to have changed from simple reconnaissance to taking it. She doubted the Imperials stocked the base with troopers, certainly not more than Vorn Tiger squad could handle. Hell, she almost took it as a challenge if there were too many of them. Zena was no moron though, she wouldn’t drag her team into a fight against overwhelming numbers and odds. But from her many operations against the Imperials she knew that if you struck them brutally enough then the numbers advantage would matter less and less.

“Well, I’d prefer keeping this part between us. I won’t want the Vice-Adminal nor the Council to know about this until it happens.” Treselang switched out the map of the base to the layout of several locations. He looked at the hologram for a moment and then turned to Zena. “Before I joined the rebel cell, I was leading a community that was displaced by the Empire on Lothal. That was until… we were attacked. The rebel cell that saved my life were unable to save the others that were killed or sent to a detention camp. There are two on Utrost. I want you to save the prisoners and destroy the camps. Then, head out to the nearby mines and blow it up. Any questions?”

“It will stay between me, you and my team. They won’t have any issue with freeing prisoners, they each were slaves or prisoners of the Imperial at one point in their lives. Rest assured they will be saved, General.” Sergeant Vale stated in a firm tone. It was not the first time her squad had been asked to free captives, she knew her team would rally behind doing it.

“Are we to move onto that after we recon and take the former Republic base, sir?” She asked.

“Yes.” the general responded as the hologram was turned off. “We need to make sure that the Imperium bleed especially if we don’t end up taking the planet. Your team is doing that by striking where it’ll hurt them the most: resources. Just make sure to contact me once you freed the prisoners. I will arrange transport for them to my ship. May the force be with you all.”

“We will make those bastards hurt, sir. I can assure you of that. My team always hits them hard. We will keep a line of communication once we’ve landed planetside.” Zena replied as her voice swelled with pride over their past actions against the Empire. If there was one thing Republic command knew about Vorn Tiger squad it was their determination and drive on these types of missions especially.

“May it be with you as well, General.” Sergeant Vale added with an inspired salute before she exited the room to return to her team. The commando then exited the comm room to get back to her eager squad.


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𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗘𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁: 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿



In 2183, evidence of Saren Arterius' contribution to the attack on the human colony of Eden Prime was brought forward by Commander Shepard to the Citadel Council. The councilors voted unanimously to revoke Arterius' Spectre status (along with its benefits) and issue an arrest warrant across Citadel Space. And when it became clear that he wasn't going to give himself up, the council made Shepard the first human Spectre in its history. Yet, it soon became apparent that Saren had been prepared.

After Shepard's visit to the colony world of Feros, the Network Division of C-Sec stumbled upon one of Saren's former contacts mentioning the planet and Shepard several times. Further digging revealed that insiders within the Council and C-Sec were giving them access to all of Shepard's reports. Additionally, there were two more former contacts still working for the rogue Spectre. The realization that there was a leak within both the law enforcement and governing body of the Citadel terrified the councilors, which made them desperate for a solution.

In a classified location, the councilors met up with Venari Pallin, executor of C-Sec, to initialize Operation Kingslayer. It became clear that Saren was using his resources within the Citadel and C-Sec to undermine them and Shepard. Kingslayer's purpose was to eradicate Saren's remaining influence for the space station by taking care of the two contacts. However, it needed a leader. That was when the Council suggested a former CIA agent, Elliot Emerson. Emerson agreed, but only if he personally handpicked the group for the operation. He understood that a group of questionable individuals capable of fighting tooth and nail to complete the objective was required to defeat a former Spectre.

With his supervisors' approval, Emerson sent out a cryptic message to four different specialists offering tons of credits for their aid and left for the Citadel.



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It has been a while since I was in a Mass Effect roleplay. And instead of waiting for one to show, I told myself to make one while I am stuck at home. So, Kingslayer was born. Influenced mainly by Ghost Recon: Wildlands and Narcos. I will admit that it has been forever since I played the Mass Effect trilogy, but I have the basics down. One of the things that bothered me was how the Council behaved in the games specifically the first one. They are supposed to wise and intelligent but instead, they sat on their hands and let Saren read all of Shepard's reports.

Kingslayer helps fix that by making small changes to the Council that make sense and act like the ultimate authority they are. And it allows the Council to get their hands dirty when no other options are available. Of course, he and his team have to be aware of where the firefights take place or else face the wrath of the Council themselves. They have to promote the image of peace aboard the station after all.

As for what I am looking for, as a GM, I want to keep things small. Only four/six characters will be accepted. The story will be rather short. And almost everything will take place in the Citadel. The reason why is because I tend to notice that roleplays die when there's too much everything. I know that Mass Effect is about the entire galaxy, but I don't want everyone (including me) to forget that I have a story to tell. So if you are looking for a sandbox Mass Effect RP, you should know that its gonna be stricter than usual.

Rules
I am making some species off-limits because I don't want to see a Hanar or Elcor soldier raining hell. Or a Geth turned good boy. Or a Collector.

No overpowered weapons, armor, abilities, etc.

Follow all of the Guild’s rules and don’t metagame or powergame. Be kind to others. You know, standard stuff that one should know by now.
Banished. That word was burned into the mind when it was first spoken by the commander who taught them from childhood. Everything changed when that word was said. His former comrades didn't bid farewell instead gave looks of disgust and anger. The wildlife of Sychan Desert watched with sadness as the ex-Warden was lead to the border of his homeland. And then, former Warden Gil Totoun was unleashed to the strange new world of Vasilium. Yet, there was one thing that they took and it was their identity. They will always be Khemrini-no matter how much the Wardens tried to bury it.


LINCOLN TUNNEL // HUDSON YARDS
Bates paused for a moment to reflect what Badger said and sighed. There was a point to be made given the current situation. With everything that happened only a few minutes ago, he had nearly forgotten about the post office. But, the sight of police officers gunning down citizens was wrong, and he had to do something. He turned towards his partner and whispered back, "I know what has to be done. I... wasn't exactly expecting rogue police officers right away."

"Whatever. Shit happens. Let's just keep our eyes on the job from now on." and - as far as Agent Hayes was concerned - that was that.

Both of them made their way farther away from the scene, hoping that nobody spotted them fleeing. The trash and waste helped somewhat disguised their presence. And once they were in the clear, Bates pulled out the map to see their current location. The attack on 40th Street brought a lot of attention, meaning they had to find another way to the post office. After a minute of figuring out a way, Bates had a plan to avoid getting noticed. "Okay, we are going to keep taking the alleyways until 38th Street. That's when we follow it until we get near the luxury apartments and then taking every possible shortcut. And once we get to 34th, we should be in the clear to the objective. Understand?"

"Right." Badger replied once Bates announced his plan, again flicking the select-fire of his rifle. "I'd just be on the lookout for more little friends along the way. I doubt those boys in blue were the only local outfits looking for trouble; got to be ready to change course right away."

"Sounds good." Firefly nodded. Then, both agents began moving to the objective location, hoping for no more trouble.

For now.



“Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemos.” — Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose.



PENNSYLVANIA PLAZA // JAMES FARLEY POST OFFICE
Ever since leaving the tunnel, Bates was immediately uneased with the quiet streets and empty sidewalks. New York City was supposed to be the city that never sleeps, but it seemed that it finally took an eternal slumber. Yet, there were hints of life struggling to survive. A young couple was playing some cards on the balcony of the luxury apartments. One of them watched Bates and his partner passing below before telling the other to rush inside. It was brief, but the sight of citizens gave him hope for the first time in a while.

Of course, that moment was shortlived by sudden loud bursts of gunshots. Firefly got the rifle ready for a fight and started moving faster. Then, he heard police sirens and instantly hid behind a delivery truck. He questioned if it was the officers from earlier, hoping it wasn't them. Instead, he watched as three police cars and an armored vehicle drove past them, heading in the direction of the post office. It was when Firefly had an idea of what was happening. And it was terrible.

"We need to move now." Firefly turned his partner and started sprinting towards the objective. While making his way, he managed to patch into the local JTF radio channels. And when he was in view, he saw NYPD officers setting siege to the post office while its occupants fought back defensively. With the arrival of additional officers, the JTF soldiers were outnumbered and surrounded. Even with the odds against them, they kept on fighting for as long as possible.

"Additional officers have arrived along with... an ESU team!? Shit!"

"We have to retreat! Get any citizens to safety while we hold the ground inside. Hopefully, we can at least take a f-argh fuck!"

"Romero has been hit!"

"I-I am fine! Get inside and prepare to fight!" Nearly the entire JTF force retreated inside while a few stayed behind to stall the threat. Firefly, without hesitation, opened fire upon the officers and dropped a seeker mine. The mine detected a nearby squad of hostiles that spotted the agent and rolled towards them. When it was close enough, the mine detonated and released chaff into the air. Before the officers had time to respond, the chaffs caught on fire and began burning them alive.

Firefly rushed towards one of the police cars and used it as cover. He hoped that stunt provided relief to the JTF soldiers and attracted attention. But to make sure, he pressed his earpiece to get in contact with Badger. "We have to make sure that the officers don't have a chance of entering the post office. Do whatever to get their attention!"


I will try to post something soon. My eye is currently bothering me at the moment and I am getting it checked out tomorrow.


LINCOLN TUNNEL // HUDSON YARDS
Bates paused for a moment to reflect what Badger said and sighed. There was a point to be made given the current situation. With everything that happened only a few minutes ago, he had nearly forgotten about the post office. But, the sight of police officers gunning down citizens was wrong, and he had to do something. He turned towards his partner and whispered back, "I know what has to be done. I... wasn't exactly expecting rogue police officers right away."

"Whatever. Shit happens. Let's just keep our eyes on the job from now on." and - as far as Agent Hayes was concerned - that was that.

Both of them made their way farther away from the scene, hoping that nobody spotted them fleeing. The trash and waste helped somewhat disguised their presence. And once they were in the clear, Bates pulled out the map to see their current location. The attack on 40th Street brought a lot of attention, meaning they had to find another way to the post office. After a minute of figuring out a way, Bates had a plan to avoid getting noticed. "Okay, we are going to keep taking the alleyways until 38th Street. That's when we follow it until we get near the luxury apartments and then taking every possible shortcut. And once we get to 34th, we should be in the clear to the objective. Understand?"

"Right." Badger replied once Bates announced his plan, again flicking the select-fire of his rifle. "I'd just be on the lookout for more little friends along the way. I doubt those boys in blue were the only local outfits looking for trouble; got to be ready to change course right away."

"Sounds good." Firefly nodded. Then, both agents began moving to the objective location, hoping for no more trouble.

For now.



“Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemos.” — Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose.



PENNSYLVANIA PLAZA // JAMES FARLEY POST OFFICE
Ever since leaving the tunnel, Bates was immediately uneased with the quiet streets and empty sidewalks. New York City was supposed to be the city that never sleeps, but it seemed that it finally took an eternal slumber. Yet, there were hints of life struggling to survive. A young couple was playing some cards on the balcony of the luxury apartments. One of them watched Bates and his partner passing below before telling the other to rush inside. It was brief, but the sight of citizens gave him hope for the first time in a while.

Of course, that moment was shortlived by sudden loud bursts of gunshots. Firefly got the rifle ready for a fight and started moving faster. Then, he heard police sirens and instantly hid behind a delivery truck. He questioned if it was the officers from earlier, hoping it wasn't them. Instead, he watched as three police cars and an armored vehicle drove past them, heading in the direction of the post office. It was when Firefly had an idea of what was happening. And it was terrible.

"We need to move now." Firefly turned his partner and started sprinting towards the objective. While making his way, he managed to patch into the local JTF radio channels. And when he was in view, he saw NYPD officers setting siege to the post office while its occupants fought back defensively. With the arrival of additional officers, the JTF soldiers were outnumbered and surrounded. Even with the odds against them, they kept on fighting for as long as possible.

"Additional officers have arrived along with... an ESU team!? Shit!"

"We have to retreat! Get any citizens to safety while we hold the ground inside. Hopefully, we can at least take a f-argh fuck!"

"Romero has been hit!"

"I-I am fine! Get inside and prepare to fight!" Nearly the entire JTF force retreated inside while a few stayed behind to stall the threat. Firefly, without hesitation, opened fire upon the officers and dropped a seeker mine. The mine detected a nearby squad of hostiles that spotted the agent and rolled towards them. When it was close enough, the mine detonated and released chaff into the air. Before the officers had time to respond, the chaffs caught on fire and began burning them alive.

Firefly rushed towards one of the police cars and used it as cover. He hoped that stunt provided relief to the JTF soldiers and attracted attention. But to make sure, he pressed his earpiece to get in contact with Badger. "We have to make sure that the officers don't have a chance of entering the post office. Do whatever to get their attention!"






RELENTLESS ENDEAVOUR
General Razref Treselang still had no idea why he was here, waiting to board the Relentless Endeavour. The only clue that he had was urgent orders for transfer from command. There was barely enough time to scramble the 51st Assault Division into proper transports (and borrowing some starfighters for protection). Fortunately, it seemed that his second-in-command, Idiv Meffaa, had the missing piece. And it didn't look ensuring.

"It seems like we've been assigned to assist with the assault on Utrost." Meffaa said and then handed Treselang the datapad containing the orders. The general was frustrated at command for not telling him sooner about the sudden decision. He wanted answers.

"And why wasn't I informed of this until now?"

Meffaa rubbed the back of his neck and explained, "Well, there was unscheduled maintenance on the communications at headquarters."

Treselang shook his head at the news and realized that it probably meant everyone else on board the vessel didn't know of his arrival. Hopefully, he was wrong. "Please tell me that I am the only one in the dark."

There was silence followed by Meffaa's attempt at answering the question without upsetting the general. Then, knowing that command didn't bother to inform anyone else, Treselang loudly groaned and purposefully dropped the datapad to the ground. "Remind me to speak to command after this."

After a minute of processing everything, the shuttle had landed on the hanger as two soldiers were sent to investigate it. General Treselang managed to calm down and greeted them with his rank and orders from command. One of the soldiers double-checked the cracked datapad to sure it was genuine. Then, he handed the datapad back and sighed. "The Vice-Admiral is in the comm room discussing the plan of attack. And a word of caution, he will not be happy about this."

Treselang nodded his head and began heading for the comm room while Meffaa was explaining who the Vice-Admiral was. Based on Trask's service history, the general was at least grateful that he wasn't inexperienced at waging battle. He walked past a group of pilots, who were making their way to the hanger. It seemed like the assault had officially started. Once he arrived at the door to the room, the general quickly got ready for the shitstorm that was about to hit him and entered. Trask was still talking about the battleplan before everyone turned their attention towards Treselang.

"Vice-Admiral Trask?" Treselang asked before explaining himself.


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