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[Nicsp]

Two days ago...
Citadel - Presidium - Living areas - F Block - Aparment nº267

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Sender: [ERROR#]
Subject: A proposition from Cerberus

You are receiving this message for being a highly skilled professional in some of our searched necessary occupations. As you are possibly aware, several attacks of Collector ships have been spotted in the past few years, now being followed by unknow ship signals spotted on outer clusters. A dangerous enemy to all races is approaching and with Shepard's permanent death, Cerberus is assembling a new team to deal with this threat. You are among the chosen, we expect you to agree and comply as this is a call of help from all living beings, to you. Our meeting point will be at an abandoned house in the Omega space station, two days from now.A password is necessary for your entrance. The password is as follows: "NORMANDY"

The Illusive man sends his regards.

The e-mail also contains a sum of 1000000 credits, it's marked as "A fraction of the payment, in advance."

Today...

A hooded man walked around the the lower living areas of the Omega space station. The several corridors were dirty and filled with trash, sometimes blocking the way. The man walked through the rusty metal alleyways, being careful not to touch the trash that filled it. He was suddenly confronted by a small Blood Pack mercenary group. Two vorchas and a krogan, the krogan walked in closer to the human and pointed out his pistol. "You choose a bad place to get lost, human. Pass over your val-" Before the krogan could finish the sentence the human grabbed his arm and twisted it, the human's hand was surrounded in element zero. As the krogan dropped his pistol a loud cracking sound echoed through the alleys. The human pushed the krogan aside. "Krogan incapacitated, two enemy vorcha remain." The vorcha were startled and reached out for their weapons.

The human stretched out his other hand, again with element zero flowing around it. One of the ammo packs that were strapped to the vorcha's belt contracted upon itself and exploded, killing both of the vorcha in the resulting explosion. The blast also made the human's hood fall back, showing his dark brown hair and red tinted glasses. Tyler drew his pistol and pointed it at the krogan's head, who was down on the floor, almost reaching for his gun with his other hand. "Switching to inflamable rounds." The pistol started emmiting red lights. "Chances of victory are null, i suggest you surrender." The krogan disregarded it and tried to headbutt Tyler. "Krogan never surr-" Tyler used his free hand to blast the krogan against the wall with biotic powers, and then started shooting him several times until he was dead.

As the scorching krogan corpse burnt away, Tyler put his pistol back in his belt and proceeded into moving to the marked location. He arrived at the location and faced the locked door, he knocked. A synthetized AI voce responded. "A password is required to enter." Tyler fixed his glasses in place. "Normandy." The door opened and Tyler walked inside, the door closing behind him. The AI spoke again. "There are other people who are still to come, the Illusive man asks for your patience." Tyler nodded and looked around the room. It looked like a normal meeting room, a long desk in the middle, surrounded by several leather chairs. The place at the top of the table was replaced with a hologram platform. There were no other exits other than the one he had just walked through. He took the seat closest to him and opened up his omni-tool. "Activate music player option."

[Satou Asahira]

Two days ago..
Uncharted Space - Aboard the Mythril

Abel let out a low whistle when he saw the message. "A million credits? Damn. I don't care if I have to do the Devil's work, that's good money." He stood up from his captain's chair. "Guys, I'm leaving." The crew let out a surprised cry. "I got a job to save humanity from Cerberus."
One of the crew laughed. "Since when did you give a shit about humanity?" The rest joined him.
"I got a million creds up front with a promise that more will be coming. They say they want the best of the best so it's no surprise I was chosen. You guys have been loyal so I'll put in a good word if we need a crew. I'll take my cruiser so go and do whatever without me.

Today..

Abel had changed into his white formal wear to make a good impression and was now walking the streets of Omega. Most people didn't bother him because he knew who he was and he was on good terms with Aria so he was free to do whatever he wanted here.
Two thugs were brawling in the alley he tried to go through. "Outta the way, losers," Abel said and kicked one.
"Who the hell are-" one began but then his eyes widened when he recognized the man standing in front of him. "Oh my God! You're Abel Mikami! You're a legend!"
"So I'm told, now beat it," Abel said and they scrambled to get out of his way. It wasn't long before he arrived at the designated meeting spot. "This must be it." He knocked on the door and was asked for a password. "Normandy." The door slid open and Abel walked inside. He looked around and noticed one other person already here. "Sup?" Abel said and gave him a nod. "You here for the "save humanity" gig too?"

[AdamWired]

Two days ago:

Sting was tapping away at his computer, sorting out a small technical problem with the onboard virtual display unit when a message popped up on the screen:

Sender: [ERROR#]
Subject: A proposition from Cerberus

You are receiving this message for being a highly skilled professional in some of our searched necessary occupations. As you are possibly aware, several attacks of Collector ships have been spotted in the past few years, now being followed by unknow ship signals spotted on outer clusters. A dangerous enemy to all races is approaching and with Shepard's permanent death, Cerberus is assembling a new team to deal with this threat. You are among the chosen, we expect you to agree and comply as this is a call of help from all living beings, to you. Our meeting point will be at an abandoned house in the Omega space station, two days from now.A password is necessary for your entrance. The password is as follows: "NORMANDY"

The Illusive man sends his regards.

The e-mail also contains a sum of 1000000 credits, it's marked as "A fraction of the payment, in advance."

"ooo! a message from the outside space. Oh wow! I have been chosen. I like the sound of that." He read on "yes.. yes... yes..... Interesting, very interesting. I'll get going as soon as i fix this dam display unit!"

Today

He disengaged the light speed driver and slowed to a steady 400 km a second. The station came closer, and at a better range for the naked eye. "Wow" He whispered to himself. "Now just got to find a place to hold up."

[Nicsp]

Tyler's eyes instantly turned to face the man who had just entered, he scanned Albel for a second and started talking. "Albel Mikami? Would never have expected Cerberus to be recruiting space pirates, i hope they know what they're doing." Tyler stood up and walked up to Albel "Not just humanity, if there's truly a "Reaper" threat, all living species are in danger." Despite making quotation marks with his hands when he said the word "Reaper" he seemed actually concerned. "I wouldn't expect a pirate to care much about that, however." Tyler stretched out his hand for a handshake. "Tyler Coust. Ex-C-Sec Officer, solved one-hundred and twenty-six criminal cases during the one year i worked in the citadel, fifty smuggling operations, forty murders, twenty robberies and six cases of vandalism. Kicked out for unnaceptable treatment of suspects. Torture, Mostly."

[Sparrowsmith]

Alecka was sat alone on a Citadel bench, her black trench coat encompassing her. She tilted her head back and gazed up at the stars. One million credits is very tempting, but she could hardly risk it if it's a trap... Still, money was money, and she needed it. Using her biotics she brought a pebble from across the street to her hand, then she threw it again and repeated.
Finally she stood up and proceeded to the location she'd been given.
She waited by the door for a few moments, it was less than welcoming. On the way she'd found seemingly dead bodies and ash. She swallowed her doubts and tried to enter.
"A password is required to enter"
Alecka thought for a moment. She'd only briefly scanned the message, but thanks to her Salarian qualities she managed to picture it again.
"Normandy" she replied confidently, taking out her Pistol and aiming it in front of her. She entered the room and saw two men, one of whom she recognized as a pirate. She pointed her gun, then noticed Tyler, a C-Sec officer known for his ruthlessness against criminals. She half lowered her gun,
"So, is this thing genuine or do I need to bring my gun back up?" she asked cautiously.

[Vortex Ribbon]

Cirrus's curiosity could be witheld no longer. The message he had received was what he had wanted, no needed for months since his vendetta against the criminals of Omega, and now he'd have a chance to bring much larger-scale peace. Assuming that the message was genuine. Credits were nice, but 1,000,000 Credits? That was irresistable to him, even though he tried to keep up his selfless Charade.
So there he stood. His Pistol in one hand, Element-Zero dripping hatefully from the other, pleading Cirrus to use it to shed blood. Maybe he would. But no matter what happened, Cirrus knew he was prepared, so with a triumphant burst of energy, he used his specialized Vanguard training, Charging at immense speeds towards the door, stopping only a few inches away from it. Looking back, he saw where he had previously been standing-- his Biotic Charge was certainly improving.

Cirrus leant in towards the door, hearing low voices inside. He knew what would come next, and as a grin crept through his scaley face, he said smugly:

"Normandy... a password derived from the famed Captain Shephard I suppose?"

And with that, he set foot in the door as it slid open, shedding brief light on Cirrus's sensitive eyes. He gazed around, briefly analyzing the party inside, and stopped as he saw an all-too familiar face.

"Abel mother f***ing Mikami...... it's understandable that they'd choose someone with your skills.... but my God, you're lucky that my order prevents me from killing a comrade.... and I use that word loosely, though that'swhat we are from now I suppose."

He then noticed the two Salarians, and let out a long, irritant sigh.

"I hate how much I love Salarians. Our races are surprisingly similar in several ways...... and I hate them for it, as much as I like, and understand them for it..."

And with that, an odd interruptive introduction, Cirrus took a seat.

[Nicsp]

(I guess the way how Tyler speaks and Sparrow mentioning his character's Salarian abilities kinda confused Vortex >.>)

"Use logic. This couldn't be possibly a trap. If it was, we would have been ready to attack as soon as you entered. The room wouldn't be properly organized and ready for a meeting. And i wouldn't be answering this." Tyler put his hand on his chin. "Unless of course it was some sort of long-term plan with intents on tricking you later, on wich case, it would still be possible. However, if that was the case. The fact i just said this out loud would prove that i didn't know about it either, although i could be lying. However, when people lie their eyes twitch slightly to the left, mine didn't. But then again i doubt you were paying attention to that. Uhm...I'm blabbing." He shook his head and nodded at the Asari. "Anyways, the name's Tyler Coust. You? Oh...And put then gun away, will you?" As Tyler finished that last sentence he put both of his hands behind his back, element zero charging. "We wouldn't want anyone to do something ruthless, now, would we?" Just then, a drell entered the meeting room, Tyler canceled his charge. "One more...Wonder how many more people will be coming."

[Sparrowsmith]

[yeah I'm Asari, sorry bout that I should of made it clearer]

Alecka lowered her pistol and placed it back in its holster then she replied to the human, "Please, I might be a fantastic shot with this but I could pop your eye with a pebble from the other end of this hall using my biotics, though I assume half the people in this room are packing mind powers. Bunch of radiation jackers." She laughed almost childishly, then sat down in one of the chairs as Cirrus entered.
"So how do we kill time? Anyone got cards?"

[Satou Asahira]

"Whoa, chill people," Abel said and raised his hands. "Let's all just calm down. We're gonna be working together now, right? I know a lot of you don't like me. Hell, I know at least a couple of you hate me. But I take care of my crew. Which is you guys now. So let's put away our guns and our fancy Element Zero and whatever the hell you use, and just sit down." He sat at one of the chairs and propped his legs up. "In case any of you don't know me, I'm the renowned space pirate Abel Mikami. I took over the family business from my pops and the rest is history. Believe it or not, I do give a fuck about saving the galaxy and whatnot. If everybody died, who would I steal from? Am I right?" he asked with a laugh. "So who wants to go next?"

[Sparrowsmith]

Alecka eyed Abel coldly, "Oh please, everyone knows who you are Abel, but if it pleases the choir I'm Alecka Salar, expert marksman with short range weaponry and almost any gunnery equipment known to starships, I'm also pretty handy with biotics..." She looked around sarcastically, "I'm a Libra and I enjoy handstands, next!"
She directed her attention to Cirrus and Tyler

[Nicsp]

Tyler scratched the back of his head. He took back his previous seat and took out a small pen from his jacket's pocket, he started playing with it as he spoke. "I am Tyler, Tyler Coust. Native of Eden Prime. Wasn't accepted at the Citadel's intergalactic cartographic university, i got a hundred per cent scores on all of the exams and was accused of cheating. Didn't have enough money to go back to Eden Prime and joined C-Sec. Been working there until last year when i got kicked out for not treating suspects appropriately." He took a pause, set the pen on the table, then took off his glasses and started cleaning them with his sleeve, his eyes were light green. "Fingerprint...Anyways, i'm also a biotic, learned how to handle pistols and submachineguns at C-Sec and learned kickboxing back at Horizon, been practicing and improving ever since."

Tyler put his glasses back. "Psychologists back at C-Sec also said i was obssesive compulsive, that claim has no fundaments." He looked at his pen and then fixed it in place so it would be parallel to the table's borders. He then leaned forward on the chair and rested his chin on his hand. "Cerberus did not only hire a criminal but is also hiring non-humans, most interesting." Tyler looked around the room once again. "Judging by the number of chairs avaible, i think there are more people yet to come." He noticed the chair beside him was not parallel to the table, he fixed it into place.

[Vortex Ribbon]

[Haha sorry about that mix up :-P]

Cirrus let out a long sigh before allowing the somewhat embarrased smile to pop up on his face.

"Well... I'm Cirrus Kotell and clearly a Drell, a somewhat rare race. Quite renown for triumph over the gangs of Omega, land where I grew up. Only temporary triumph of course. I run in guns blazing, discreitly observing opponents and surroundings. I'm even doing so right now. Drell 'Abilities' often get in the way, meaning occasional flashbacks to major events in life. Often switch back to certain gunfights, mainly with Eclipse. Tough men. Very tough. Bullets flying, every direction... yellow suits of Armour coated in pure Element-Zero, as comrades fly through my eyesight, glass tearing at my face every few momens as the office building practically falls apart. Blurs of dark muddy coloured blood soar through the main generator room, re-painting my very face in a vile colour. Prayers are muttered from South-East by comrades, mockery is roared from North-West by golden foes.... finally Tha-.. Uh... I'm.. sorry about that.... I can't get a hold of.... nevermind. Try to use as little words as possible, typical Drell and Salarian fashion. More reason for personal love, hate situation with Salarians. Interested hugely in ancient Technology and History of Earth, from before their 'Big Discovery'. Never taken an exam, survey, test before, and never joined club or job before. Completely off the radar. Or so I thought, Cerberus found me so not so secretive perhaps?"

After his speech, Cirrus rose to his feet, planting his webbed, padded left hand's soft fleshy cover against the wall, with his right rooting harmlessly in his silk, delicate pocket-- he hadn't had time to change into combat clothing before arriving. From the pouch in his trousers, he drew a small Swichblade which had rusted nearly completely, and a phrase lay indented into its blade, a golden chain dangling from it with a picture of an Asari in it-- it was a locket.

"This woman." He began. "She is the reason I come here, and seek this essential peace. I tell you this without trusting you, only so that you know I'm not here for any friends, and I don't give a damn about Cerberus. That is all..." And finally, he took his seat again, closing his vertical eyelids over his large black eyes which flickered under the room's light. He waited to see who else would join, if anyone.

[Sparrowsmith]

Alecka looked at Cirrus curiously, "She means a lot to you, doesn't she?" she leaned over to him, then turned back, "Sorry, that was personal... I just... Nevermind."
She looked around impatiently before shouting, "Why is everybody taking so long?"

[Nicsp]

Tyler took a heavy sigh. As he laid back in his chair he noticed that there was something below the table. He got off the chair and reached out for it. It was some sort of datapad. "Hey, found something." Tyler started typing away at it and suddenly the lights on the room turned off. The room was then quickly relit when the hologram floor at the top of table lit up. The image slowly started forming itself, a human, using a suit. He was sitting in his chair relaxedly, smoking. His hair was short and gray and his eyes were of a very light blue color, he had cross-shaped pupils, probably implants. Tyler returned to his seat. "Illusive man...I guess it was expected you would be the one using the hologram." The Illusive man took a puff of his cigarrete and then put it aside. "A necessary precaution, the views of most people on Cerberus is rather bad and i didn't want to take my chances with C-Sec." Tyler shook his head. "Ex C-Sec"

The Illusive man's eyes scanned the whole table. "I see we're missing a few people...That's fine, i suppose. I will recontact them later." Tyler crossed his legs and slightly dropped his head to the side. "Cut to the chase, you want us to go on a mission together, isn't that it?" Tyler spun his pen in hand and then put it back in his coat's pocket. "Quite a weird team you've assembled, with non-humans, even." The Illusive man took a pause and then answered. "This isn't just about humanity, all living beings are in danger with this threat and i had to assemble the best team possible. Each of you are the best at what you do. Navigating, shooting, commanding, researching..." He took another puff of his cigarrete. "I have also assembled a special ship for this team, you will find it's information in this datapad, just a moment." The Illusive man started pressing a few buttons on his chair. A small slot appeared on the center of the table. "Tyler, if you will."

Tyler nodded, he approached the slot and inserted the holopad into it. In a few seconds, a huge hologram of the ship was floating just above the table. The ship seemed to be equipped with top-notch equipment, there seemed to be enough rooms to hold little more than ten people in it. The Illusive man started explaining. "This will be your ship for this mission. The Phoenix. I have devoted a lot of Cerberus resources on this ship. The previous ship used for these missions, The Normandy, Still had a few issues while facing off the Collectors. This new ship, despite it's size, should be able about enough to handle anything you bump into." Tyler leaned forward in his chair and examined the ship. "Impressive."

[Sparrowsmith]

Alecka leaned into the hologram, her face lit up, "Check out the guns! They have Thanix Magnetic-Hydrodynamic Weapons on this! But what's with the size? The Normandy was at least twice this big."

[AdamWired]

Sting burst into the room! "It's fixed!" He announced as he jumped round the table and sat in the closest spare seat available. "The hologram looked over to him, "Ah, Pilot Sting, you have arrived, nice to see you." "Why thank you" Sting replied confidently. "What do you mean?" One of the people at the table asked, "I fixed my hologram map on my ship, so i knew where to come." He smiled almost childishly. "So what are we all chatting about?"

[Nicsp]

"We were discussing the mission." Said the Illusive Man. "There are some other matters that i-" Suddenly a loud explosion was heard, the ground shaked. Tyler looked around. "What was that?" The Illusive Man started typing something in his console, a screen appeared in front of him. "It's...The Collectors, they're here. But i thought Shepard had dealt with them." Another loud explosion, the Illusive Man's hologram started to lose connection. "Don't know how the -Bzzzzzzzzzt- You must ge -Bzzzzzzzzzzzzt- Dock four -bzzzt- four. Do you -Bzzzt- me? D -Bzzt- four one f-" Another blast, the hologram shut off and the exit to the room opened. Tyler got up and ran for the door. "Well, you heard the man. Let's get out of here."

Leaving the building, Tyler looked around, he could hear gunfire coming down from one of the alleyways. "Who'dda thought? The mercs are being useful for once." Tyler looked around and perceived his surroundings. "Let's see..." He fixed his glasses in place and closed his eyes. In his mind, he vizualized a map of the whole Omega Space station, based on his surroundings he estimated a current location. Logical entrances to hostiles would be here...Here... He had vizualized a whole map of the Omega station, considering all possible Collectors drop-off points. Tyler turned to the rest of the team. "Considering local maps and logical drop points for hostile troops, i suggest we go that way." He pointed out to an alleyway. "That way isn't the fastest and we're likely to bump into a few obstacles, but chances of hostile detection through that path are the lower, 56%." He looked back at the team. "I...Memorized Omega's map, along with a few hudred others."

[AdamWired]

The sound from the initial explosions collapsed, but the crackling of gun fire still sounded heavy throughout the building. Sting looked up at the man that ran over to the door, "Considering local maps and logical drop points for hostile troops, i suggest we go that way. That way isn't the fastest and we're likely to bump into a few obstacles, but chances of hostile detection through that path are the lower, 56%... I...Memorized Omega's map, along with a few hudred others."
"That's some precise stuff you've got there." he looked around at the group. "Well come on then, lets go! I want to see this ship!"

[Satou Asahira]

Abel stood and cracked his knuckles. "Damn, I left my guns in my cruiser," he said. "I'll have to call in a favor then. I just hope this doesn't ruin my outfit, these are my good clothes!" He reached into his pocket for a cell phone and flipped it open. "Hey, Aria...about that time back on Lorak? Good times, huh? You haven't forgotten what I did for you right?" He burst out laughing. "I guess I'm still an open book to you, huh? Really? Such generosity is unbecoming of you. Well whatever, I just hope it doesn't bite me in the ass later. See you around, baby." He hung up and walked outside with the others. He was met by three armored mercs.
"Mr. Mikami," one said and saluted. "We're here to help you get to safety." He handed Abel a pistol. "Take this. Aria said you might be unarmed."
Abel laughed again. "Am I really that predictable?" he asked and scratched the back of his head. "Oh, well. We're headed to dock 414, boys. Mr. C-Sec here apparently has a computer in his brain so we'll follow his lead." He grinned looked at Cirrus. "Aren't you glad to be teamed up with a criminal like me?"

[Sparrowsmith]

Alecka withdrew her pistol and held it in front of her, prepared for any attack. She was a little confused what had happened, but tried to keep her head, most of all she was just glad the mercs showed up. All Alecka was sure of was that they had to go to dock four-one-four.