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Post by Ares on Mar 7, 2010 12:55:15 GMT -5
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. --------------------------------------- Fire. Chaos. Destruction.
Arching loops and bolts of red-gold energy smeared the previously tranquil sky. Molten plasma ripped through the air, smashing below into ruined buildings, burned and incinerated. Buzzing starfighters whizzed around like a swarm of angry hornets, descending upon- and literally ripping apart- any civilian or military ship that attempted escape. Huge alien mortars launched downward again, detonating murderously upon the formerly pristine city.
One of the huge, metal-and-flesh ships altered its course over the Turian Colony World. It slowly descended towards the burning surface. The four other collossal ships overhead continued their fiery rain on the planet. The city was most definitely unusable now. The gargantuan, insectile ship finally slowed, roughly thirty feet from the surface. Falling ash began to pepper the apparently living hull of the ship- grey on orangey green. A circular opening appeared on the bottom, and golden light streamed through. Something interrupted it, and a figure dropped out onto the still-hot surface with no more than a flinch. It was followed by several more, until finally about fifteen of the hideous beings were scuttling around.
They divided into groups of three, creeping and scuttling over ash, fire, and molten corpses. The.... things... then saw something. Three of them made their way over to the movement they had seen. The quadrupedal insectoids found something they had hoped to. A Turian, half of his face grotesquely melted off of his body, his torso charred and burned, one of his legs entirely missing.... He weakly turned his head to look at the hideous insectoids. One word came to his exoskeletal lips.
"Wh-wh-wh... why?"
The brutal-looking insect above him chittered something in an alien language above him to another. The Turian's remaining eye bulged in fear as a spear-like object was lifted to point at his head. He could... feel... the sheer energy racing down the intricate pole, and into his brain. Then it escaped.
Violently. --------------------------------------- Jaeto Morjah Terscho Kell Mordin Tedra- known to the galaxy as a whole as simply Tedra Mordin- stood working at a tall lab table. He was very tall, his slim form moving almost hyperactively. His skin was a handsome mocha color with beige markings on his forehead, under his eyes, and on his chin. The Salarian had dark blue eyelids, and his jet eyes watched his work carefully. Tedra was clad in a rather stylish Salarian attire- the standard, form-fitting body glove with a vest, kama, shoulder covers, boots, and armguards. The body glove was dark grey, and the rest of his clothing was mainly black with white designs. The light from his datapads illuminated a single, ugly scar that began under his right eye, went around it on the right side, and forked above his eye. The Salarian in question was hurriedly throwing data around on the holointerface at his desk. The orange light in the dimly-lit laboratory gave little light.... but it was all that was necessary. Tedra hummed to himself as he worked, the slim Salarian flicking his fingers on the holographic interface. Suddenly, he heard a beep- a loud one. The scientist jerked in surprise, his hand smacking a cylindrical object on his desy accidentally. Now the mocha-skinned Salarian's instincts set in. In under a second, Tedra had ducked down. The object he had hit whistled and proceeded to detonate, blasting shrapnel and fire across the table. Tedra slowly stood up to see the sizzling former bomb. The Salarian Scientist examined his table.... most of his stuff had been knocked off, but his data interface was still intact. The scientist sighed in relief. He needed to stop leaving dangerous work on the table. Tedra quickly remembered the mail tone that had sounded- he had a message! The Salarian quickly popped up the two holointerfaces for his omni-tool. The two palm cover holograms activated, and beamed a 3-D image in reddish-gold onto the table. The image of a Asari appeared. She was clad in a long dress with a closed front- he knew it was probably dark orange, and the middle was probably white. Tedra looked at he face- young with numerous marking that were bright red naturally. The recorded message seemed to wait for the three seconds he needed to recognize her, and she spoke. "Tedra- we've recieved an offer. Meet me in the Rinara Wards Access Level 21. This message is sent to you and certain others who also recieved this offer. Meet me in one hour. Approximately." The message ended, and Tedra rolled his eyes. Could one never get any peace around here? The Citadel was supposed to be the center of government in the galaxy, not the festering breeding pool for scum, assassins, and mercenaries.... like himself. The male Salarian popped his neck and murmured to himself, "Aisha always difficult. Will get mad if arrival late. Must hurry!" The male Salarian walked over to the window first, though... Outside he saw the four other Wards arms. It may be beautiful, but... why did he get the feeling that he wouldn't like the job being offered? Tedra sighed. Whatever. The salarian scientist walked over to his closet unit, which was right next to his bed in the small apartment that functioned as his living and work space. Tedra opened the storage door and took out the STG commando uniform- a body glove with light armor and mild kinetic barriers. This would do. He also took out the M-98 Widow Anti-Material Sniper Rifle, and inspected the barrel.... still in prime condition. The Salarian lay it on the bed, and took out the Geth Pulse Pistol. Stole it from Virmire when he fought a Geth Prime up-close. Tedra examined it slowly, making sure it still looked good. Good. He then picked out his favorite weapon- grenades. Tedra took the belt he had- his favorite one- and examined the fifteen or so disc-shaped explosives. He had concussive, fusion, toxic, incendiary, cryo, plasma, and high explosives. He smiled. Very nice. The Salarian picked up his torso armor... this job might be fun. ------------------ ((OOC/ Just everyone jump in by being somewhere on the citadel and getting a message from Aisha, almost identical to the one she gave Tedra. ))
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Post by Sparty McFly on Mar 7, 2010 13:18:47 GMT -5
Jordan was on his break at the bar in the Citadel. He wasn't a drinker, so he was sipping some soda. He loved the stuff: maybe it was the caffeine, or the sugar, or both, or the taste, or the whatever this shit is goooooood. He loved it. He chose water over it some times though, because water is natural: soda is not.
And then he recieved a message.
"Jordan Iginla, is it? Anyways, I've recieved an offer. And I'm passing that onto you, along with several other people. Meet me in the Rinara Wards Access Level 21 in approximately one hour. Oh, and bring your guns."
With that, Jordan felt his back, and his fingers found the heavily modified assault rifle stashed there. He always carried it, along with a Carnifex handcannon that he was in the process of modifying. That was enough, he didn't need the rocket launcher. The damn thing was overkill anyways: nothing compared to the Cain or Blackstorm though. Those things were damn awesome, and he at least wanted to test fire it. The Cain fired a nuke: the Blackstorm conjured a mini black hole.
He thought miniature black holes were impossible. He then looked back... way back in 2009, humanity had built a particle accelerator - the Large Hadron Collider, to be exact - for particle research, and some detrimentors said it would make a micro black hole and destroy the earth. That thing stretched across a border between two countries...
...and a missile launcher size weapon could do what the LHC couldn't. He mentally laughed. Technology's gotten this far.
Jordan then downed his soda and set his timer for exactly one hour. One hour... and then he'd head to the Wards. He keyed it in on his GPS, and headed off towards his ship to grab his N7 helmet. He wanted that Death Helmet or whatever the slit-eyed thing was: it looked awesome. Oh well, he'd make do with what he had then.
He ran. For a Shock Trooper, he ran pretty well... which is about the running speed of a normal human. Once the N7 had everything active, he'd be slowed down to walking pace when he tried to run.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Mar 7, 2010 15:48:12 GMT -5
Verdure Okarr sat at his usual seat at the bar. Besides that human who just drank soda nothing odd happened today besides the usual fighting and killing of a bussiness partner. He sighed his employeer was late as usual. A Salarian entered the bar and sat at Okarr's table. "did you take care of my problem" asked the Salarian. "yes I took care of your problem" said Wrex. "how can I be sure you really killed him" asked the Salarian. "I would of brought you a present but I think C-Sec would find it odd if I was carrying a body part around with me..so I grabbed his armor and put it in storage" said Okarr as he pulled out a "key" to the lock of the small storage area he rented. The Salarian reached for the key but Okarr knocked his hand away. "pay me first" said the krogan. "I can give you 500 up front and transfer the rest to you when I see the armor" said The Salarian. "what part of pay me now don't you understand" growled Okarr as he pulled out his shotgun. "I..I told you 500 upfront and I will pay you 500 when I see the armor..you..you can come with me" said The Salarian. "Pay me now or your head will be blown onto the wall" said Okarr. "I am afraid I can't do that Okarr" said The Salarian just as two Salarians and three Asari walked into the bar in full combat gear. "have it your way" said Okarr as he shot his shotgun and blew the Salarians head right off. He threw a Salarian out the door using his biotic powers and diposed the rest using his trusty shotgun. The bartender sighed and just simply continued cleaning the counters. "you can keep whatever credits his mercs had and their gear if you really want to" said Okarr. "fine" replyed the bartender. He walked back to the apartment he had rented to see if anyone had any job offers for him. He chucked the Salarian's armor he had just looted on the bed and he looked at himself in the mirror despite the toughness of krogan skin he had a scars from over all of his years of combat. He checked through his mesages mostly small time mercenary or security job. Two struck him as interesting one was from this Salarian who he hired to work on the a way to cure the genophage or at least decrease the low birthrate or as much as he hated it he allowed the scientist to look into cloning and as usual he needed money wired over to him and he reported that he made a little more progress. He replayed the other message from some Asari as it sounded interesting..much more exciting then killing some Crime Lord or protecting some rich dudes from the other scum of the Earth..normaly some Turian or Salarian. "Verdune Okarr...I have recieved an offer and I am passing it on to you and yes you will be payed just meet me in the Rinara Wards Access Level 21 in approximately one hour and we can dicuss payment..and there will be over people there..don't kill them". He checked the time it came to him...45 minutes ago. Good that gave him time to sell the Salarian armor(s) and weapons; wire more money to the salarian...contact his clan leader to get the other krogans back home to wire money to the Coperation as well. *** After he finished his errands he then headed to Rinara Wards Access Level 21 to get a new job. He cursed as he did not clean the Salarian and Asari blood stains from his armor..and you could tell they were fresh too. No matter it anyone had a problem with it they would have to have a personal talking to with his shotgun and of course if they made fun of his clans pink secoundary armor trim they would also get a talking to his shotgun.
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Post by Danny on Mar 7, 2010 16:00:24 GMT -5
(OoC: Robert Frost I believe)
"Meet me in the Rinara Wards, Access Level 21. This message is sent to you and certain others," Noah raised an eyebrow as the lovely Asari disappeared from his omni-tool. He looked out over the city; beautiful. Some can't stand the boredom or the... multiculturalism. But Noah belonged here, and he belonged in the Alliance.
That said though, he was curious to find out what the Asari wanted. He kept his Breather helmet at his side and hailed a cab.
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Post by Twisted Logic on Mar 7, 2010 19:27:08 GMT -5
Ysin'Xen nar Moreh sat in a C-Sec checkpoint interrogation room in the Rinara Wards. He'd been there for six standard hours and was getting tired of interrogations. He was told that people were suspicious of Quarians as a general rule of thumb, but this was ridiculous. All he wanted to do was to find something to help the Migrant Fleet, so that he may complete his Pilgrimage and return. These strange-looking aliens made him nervous. They'd already confiscated his weapon, strapped him to a lie detector, questioned him extensively, and done a full search of his environmental suit. But why did they leave? Then, he saw that he had received a message on his omni-tool. He opened the file attached and an Asari clad in a very modest dress, who said: "Ysin'Xen vas Moreh - we've received an offer for you. Meet me in the Rinara Wards Access Level 21. This message is sent to you and certain others who also received this offer. Meet me in approximately one galactic standard hour." His questions would have to wait.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Mar 7, 2010 20:19:34 GMT -5
Jordan had everything on. He was trying to get his hands on a Revenant... but that meant getting a Vindicator first. And he didn't want the Vindicator: it didn't compare to the fully upgraded Avenger he carried.
He walked like a tank through the place, heading towards Access Level 21. He then arrived there.
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Post by Ares on Mar 7, 2010 23:44:19 GMT -5
A pair of beings- a Turian and a human, to be specific- stumbled down one of the Rinara Wards Access corridors, obviously either inebriated or high... possibly both. These two, barely standing up, staggered foward, mumbling to each other. The human bumped directly into a krogan in black-and-pink armor... that smelled suspiciously like gore. The human, however, was simply too out of it to notice. He grinned stupidly at the hulking lizard before finally shouting, "BANANA TIME!!!" and, while giggling to himself, stumbled over to the Turian. His obviously drunken partner grumbled drunkenly, "Wh... whuzzis buna... bunan... bananner thing?"
The human replied in an equal stupor, "'s a human sthing..." before hiccuping. Tedra Mordin watched cooly from the other side of the small hall. Those two would probably be picked up by C-Sec for public intoxication and illegal drug possession... Didn't matter, though. They were worthless trash anyway. The Salarian scientist stepped from the shadows. He was clad in white STG armor, albeit with several maroon markings- obviously a personal touch. On the Salarian's back sat his M-98 Widow Anti-Material Sniper Rifle, fully folded and compact. A Geth Pulse Pistol rode comfortably on his waist, as did a belt literally crammed with highly illegal explosives- if a C-Sec officer saw those, he'd be in jail for the rest of a Salarian lifetime. Luckily, the average C-Sec officer was as slow as Elcor bueracracy.
Tedra Mordin strode foward quickly, his high metabolism granting him energy that no human would willingly muster at this hour. After all, to most turians, asari, and humans, this was a time of quiet and rest... ridiculous. Eight hours of sleep a night! Tedra thought two was pushing the limits of ludicrosity.. Lazy aliens. Regardless, the Salarian noticed the usual meeting place when he diiscussed a contract with Aisha. He hustled foward, and reached the center of the Wards Access of the Rinara Ward. Right now, there didn't seem to be anyone here... but he knew Aisha. She would have contracted at least eight high-class speacialists. If she felt the operation was small.
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Aisha Ni'ol stood behind an imported plant- straight from Thessia it had come. The Siluun bush, a glowing, semi-transluscent plant unique to the rainforests of the Asari homewordl. The Asari reached up to cup one of the glowing purple buds.. Then drew her hand back. She had no time to admire beauty. Not like them... The young asari snapped her head straight. Not those memories. She wouldn't remember those slimeballs. Aisha straightened her back, standing taller. Business. She was here on business.
The asari was young- she could only be about 150, at the oldest. Her eyes were a bright emerald.... but they had something in them. Cold, hard flint... but disguised as bright jades. Her skin was a lovely cyan, and she bore distinctive scarlet markings on her face. The result of having a Krogan from clan Urdnot father a child with an Asari. Notorious red markings. Aisha was clad in a long, dark orange dress with a white center section. Dark green markings bordered the white, and they seemed exotic, but... cold. Like a fire being held in by layer upon layer of frostbitten cold.
Aisha watched as her old associate, Tedra Mordin, entered the Rinara Wards access. Two minutes ahead of schedule... Probably scanning with his omni-tools to make sure there were no snipers. He was thorough like that. The Asari went over in her mind the various specialists she had contacted... Ysin'Xen nar Moreh, the Quarian Engineer. Brilliant machinist. Jordan Inginla, the human shock trooper. Vendure Okarr, Krogan battlemaster. Asling Hanatsuki, the reckless Eclipse outcast. She had also contacted a Supersoldier and a commando- both human- and a Turian Engineer and a female turian sentinel. A varied group, sure... but this was bound to be a hard job.
She saw the shock trooper stomp in like a Krogan- judging by her readings, he was close, too. So she decided to go over and make sure they knew where to go... it's not like they could hurt her, either way. She knew the ways to wipe the floor with any species, Asari to Vorcha. So Aisha Ni'ol stepped from behind the plant and made a beeline for the area where Tedra Mordin was standing.
The cold, young Asari strode foward, her movements clean and crisp. No emotion was evident in her actions.... she simply went over to the Salarian. He looked up without any surprise, and simply nodded in greeting. He didn't talk much- best of all, he didn't try to chat her up like so many others she had been "forced" to kill. Aisha nodded in response, and halted near him. The others should know where she was.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Mar 8, 2010 18:56:48 GMT -5
Okarr growled this Banana Time thing sounded like a human insult. "what did you say to me" growled the krogan as he pulled his shotgun out and pressed it against the humans face. "I..shaid Banana Time you pink armored freak" said the human with a drunken. "A shame" murmered Okarr as he killed the human. He then faced the turian and granted him the same death of his partner. Why because he was a turian the ones who damned his race...along with the Salarians they made the genophage but the Turians used it against his kind. He noticed a Salarian come out the shadows those sneaky bastards had a habit of doing that. He noticed he was with that Asari from the hologram and he walked over not showing any sign of shame for what he just did. He examined the Asari as she was different then most Asari he had come across...clearly she was part krogan he could tell by the marking on her skin. "at least these females were fertile" thought Okarr to himself as he laughed at his little joke he told to himself and made a note to write it down later to tell to his clan mates. "so your part krogan" said Okarr to the Asari to not start off by asking how much this job payed as that would be just plain rude besides with his gore stained armor..that now had human and turian blood added to the mix of Salarian and Asari blood not to mention he killed those two drunkards in their eyeshot.
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Post by Twisted Logic on Mar 8, 2010 19:05:00 GMT -5
Seeing no other option, Ysin began searching the walls and ceiling for structural weaknesses. Nothing, damn Protheans. The only way out was through the door, which was guarded on the other side by who knows how many C-Sec officers, and they had his shotgun. This would have to be quick, precise, and as stealthy as possible.
He got up and began hacking the door, when it suddenly opened. A tall Turian stood before him, and judging by the uniform, a ranking official. He looked slyly into Ysin's bright, red eyes, glowing from behind his red visor, and said, "And what might you be doing, Quarian?"
Startled, Ysin muttered in reply, "I was just checking your security systems. You may want to upgrade, it would have only taken me a few seconds to hack; albeit your structural integrity is sound."
"I was coming to let you go, but it seems that you're going to jail, my little Quarian." the officer laughed in reply.
Ysin smirked behind his mask. He laughed quietly and said, "I believe you have that wrong. You see, I have an appointment, and cannot be late."
With this he snatched the pistol from the Turian's waist and put it to his head.
"Now, if you please, I would like my weapon so that I may be on my way."
The Turian smirked and said, "You've got spunk, kid. I like that. I'll tell you what; I'll return your shotgun, and set you free; in return, you do nothing wrong. If you so much as lay a finger on something that does not belong to you, you can say goodbye to that little mask of yours. I've always wanted to know what you guys looked like."
Relieved that this was over, he promptly agreed, took back his shotgun, and went on his way to Level 21, brushing his suit and muttering about racial profiling the whole way.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Mar 8, 2010 20:39:24 GMT -5
After a few minutes jog, he arrived at the Rinata Wards. He had never found this place before... but he moved to the co-ordinates at the map. He saw two drunken humanoids, a Krogan, an Asari, and others.
'Oh boy... this'll be a long day indeed...' (OoC: When I use apostrophes to surround text, it means my character is thinking.)
"So, I was given an offer to come down here. Explain, please."
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Post by Ares on Mar 8, 2010 22:38:54 GMT -5
Tedra turned his head to observe the newcomer Krogan. The pink-armored hulk was rather... barbaric. The sheer sight of this gore-splattered behemoth disgusted him. The Salarian grenadier arched one brow ridge delicately, and sniffed disdainfully. Murderous brutes like this krogan were the reason that the lizards had the genophage unleashed upon them! Tedra noted the presence of dark green Salarian fluids, and the maroonish-red of asari blood, on the Battlemaster's armor. Disgusting... but he knew this Krogan by reputation. Vendure Okarr..... reknowned casual murdered.
Tedra spoke quickly- half to himself, half to the others present, "Quick, brutal... Effective. But reasonless! Casual murder. Not necessary." The fact that Okarr had randomly butchered two civilians was totally abhorrent to Tedra. He killed those who needed killing... not random aliens because he could. His lip curled slightly in mild contempt... but yet, slight fascination. The Krogan really were an amazing species. Yet they were very despicable.
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Aisha had been about to reply when the salarian Infiltrator commented on Okarr's bizzare "style." The asari waited for her old compatriot to finish before replying to the lumbering mountain of reptilian muscle.
"Yes. My father was krogan.... Urdnot Wram. He's dead, now." She was succinct- a trait her father had given her... but one her experiences had caused her to rely upon more and more. The red-marked Asari turned her jade gaze to look at the Quarian who was just walking in. Ysin'Xen nar Moreh. She raised her hand to gesture him over- she did the same for the human who shuffled in.... Jordan Inglina. Aisha coldly said to Jordan, "I will relay the message inside the building- less conspicuous." She then proceeded to swirl around in her dark orange dress, and activated the door she had to walk about ten feet over to. Aisha proceeded to wait in the doorway, waiting for the others to come foward.
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Tedra wasn't confused so far. On high-priority missions, she tended to be like this... At least he wouldn't be worried about a lack of danger. The Salarian shuffled after his old friend. His white STG armor would be conspicuous outside... as would the pink-armored Krogan, a human shock trooper, another human fighter, and a quarian engineer all together. Aisha was right to gesture them inside.
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Post by Oru-Hime on Mar 9, 2010 8:21:28 GMT -5
Asling Hanatsuki's morning was turning out to be much more lively than she had expected. Her eclipse uniform had several tears where she had been grazed by bulets. Right now she was crouched behind a rather short concrete barrier. A loud voice boomed across the area. "Asling, this is the absolute LAST time I am going to ask nicely! GET YOUR SKINNY BIOTIC BUTT OUT FROM BEHIND THAT WALL AND GET OVER HERE!" Asling peered out from the wall and saw a Turian screaming at her. She glared at him then said very slowly as though she was thinking hard about what she was saying "Tori Kao" (Japanese for Bird Face) This set the Turian off into to further hysterics. "Asling get over her RIGHT NOW!" Asling sighed and loaded her shotgun. "Alright" The next thing the Turian saw was a biotically charged Asling ramming into him. He went flying and hit a couch some 10 feet away. As Asling sprinted away, something at her waist started beeping. She pulled out her com, and a message flashed up. An Asari appeared before her and began talking about a job. Asling narrowed her eyes. She wondered if this was the kind of job where you get paid the big money for succeeding, or you got killed foor failing. Probably getting killed rather than getting paid was in the future. "Maybe later" she muttered and stowed the com in a pocket. She could deal with it later.
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Post by Twisted Logic on Mar 9, 2010 20:52:28 GMT -5
Recognizing the Asari from the message, wiped his red and black armor and strolled to the room into which she was walking. He noticed with her a Salarian, two Humans, and a Krogan with the most outlandish armor he had ever seen: pink and encrusted in the blood of multiple species.
These aliens were so strange...
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Post by Oru-Hime on Mar 9, 2010 21:51:03 GMT -5
Asling leaped over the fallen body of yet another idotic Eclipse member. She vaulted out into a busy "street" and spotted a likley cab. Grinning, she deftly jumped onto the back and kicked the driver out of his seat. She sped towards the decided meeting place musing over the difficulty of locating a secrect base, breaking in, stealing what she wanted, and getting back out. Alive of course. She halted infront of the building and walked calmly inside. She entered the room and looked around evaulating those inside. A Salarian and an Asari were the first two she noticed. Then her veiw was blocked by a rather large, disguting looking Krogan in lurid pink armor covered in, if she wasn't mistaken, was the blood of several differnt species. "Botu" she muttered. "Japanese for "Pig"). She walked past several humans and stood looking at the asari with her hip cocked, and tapping her chin with her index finger.
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Post by Twisted Logic on Mar 12, 2010 18:14:26 GMT -5
After looking at the strange woman who just entered, Ysin went up to the Asari who summoned him. The Quarian then snapped, "I demand to know how it is that you found me! I left the Flotilla not three days ago. Also, what do you want with us, the present parties."
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