East End. Where the prostitutes and their pimps lived in. Home to hundreds of strip clubs and drug dens dotted within the small district. The earthquake made this place more of a hellhole to live in because the damaged buildings haven't been repaired yet. The workers and police officers are too afraid to set foot on East End without being attacked. So everyone left East End to rot except for Catwoman, the protector of East End. Since the earthquake, Catwoman has been working hard to rebuilding the district and reducing the prostitute business. Much of the pimps and mobsters who own parts of East End despised her noble goal.
She has stole priceless things for those elite of Gotham and gave back to the needy of East End, unlike some of those members. Everyone has their opinion of Catwoman, but you can't decline that she has done some good for the district that needs it so much.
Catwoman stopped running when she got onto the rooftop but she kept walking back home. It was a successful night as she shook the bag of goods for the Harringtons. Some sort of wealthy songwriters and painters that spent their money like it was nothing. Catwoman knew that the older woman usually left the window to her bedroom wide open during the night time. It was luck that she wasn't spotted until their younger son caught the 'thief.' She already took some cash, a Chinese Dynasty statue, jewelry, and a rare vinyl record containing some unfinished songs. She had to be careful while jumping rooftop to rooftop without breaking the valuables, but she knew what to do.
The police sirens rang out below as she kept on running for a good five minutes until the flashing lights disappeared towards the docks. Catwoman followed the East End lights for the strip clubs until she saw the neon sign in font of the nightclub. It cost a fortune to rebuild her home but it was worth it. Especially for the ownerless cats that often stopped by.
Catwoman jumped towards the fire escape and opened the window to her small kitchen. She slowly entered the kitchen and closed the window before turning the lights. When the lights came on, a lone man stood in the living room with his eyes shut. Selina was startled by the man that she almost dropped the bag before placing it on the counter. She slowly and carefully walked towards the man while holding onto her whip.
"How did you get in here? What are you doing here?" she rudely questioned the man.
His eyes finally opened and saw his target: Catwoman. With a look of rage, he made a fist and threw a punch towards the woman. She was caught off guard by the punch and landed against the wall. She tasted blood and saw the man coming towards her. With her quick reflexes, she used the whip against him while walking towards the kitchen. The man got a couple bruises because of the whips but it didn't stop him for charging towards Selina. He managed to grab her waist and put her up in the air before slamming it towards the kitchen tile.
🇬🇪🇦🇷 With their weak immune system, Rol'Naaris rarely takes off any part of his armor unless he is fixing up his wounds. No-one beyond the Migrant Fleet knows what he looks like without that mask. Rol tried his best to get armor that made him stand out for the other Quarian on their pilgrimage. That's why he got Devlon Industries' Light Explorer Armor VII for a store in the Citadel during his pilgrimage. Despite being a outdated model, Rol made sure to update its' shields and protection for weapons and biotics. Even before he returned to the fleet, he managed to raise one of the shoulder pads up and changed it from a naval blue to a tan color. After the Reaper War, he still kept the same old armor on him and refused to change it for a better model. It had survived this war, it will survived for a long time.
Even when he joined the Spectres, he refused to use their Quarian armor since it was not better compared to the other armors on sale in places like Omega or Illium.
🇳🇦🇲🇪 Rol'Naaris nar Taazzor; Rol'Naaris vas Vaepal; Rol
🇦🇬🇪 Twenty-nine (in human years)
🇭🇮🇸🇹🇴🇷🇾 Rol'Naaris was born onboard the Taazzor in the year 2157 on the day that Relay 314 Incident (or the First Contact War coined by the humans) happened. Rol spent his childhood aboard on the Taazzor with his mother and father. His mother worked in the agriculture division while his father was in technical division. When he was old enough, his father took him to places like the Citadel to gather parts no possible to obtain within the fleet. This was Rol's first time that he had been outside of the Taazzor and saw other species in person. It was breathtaking and amazing. He often wondered off before his father chased after him and took him back home. When he learned of the pilgrimage, Rol was ready to venture beyond the fleet and live in the Citadel.
The truth was that life as a quarian was harsher than he expected.
When it was time for Rol to take part in the pilgrimage, his family and friends gathered around to give gifts before Rol left. His mother managed to get a book about what foods and drinks Quarian can and cannot eat and drink. While his father gave him a Kassa Fabrication Nexus omni tool and a Haliat Armory Stiletto pistol. Shortly after, he left behind his family and friends and headed for the Citadel. Despite facing prejudice for other races, he liked his pilgrimage. He found out so much about the history of Humanity and their culture that he planned a trip to visit Earth. While he was trying to gather the credits, Citadel was under attack by the Reapers.
Rol managed to survive the battle by following C-Sec into one of their police stations. As the pieces of Sovereign and the Geth fleet rain down onto the Citadel, his apartment was completely destroyed—his things were destroyed and his roommate was killed. All of the credits, that he had earned, were gone into repairing the damages and trying to move on. But he could not move forward and left the Citadel to complete his pilgrimage two years later. It took him six months to find some worthy to return to the fleet. It was some pieces for one of the Geth ships that he brought off of some scavengers.
He was accepted by into the fleet with open arms, joined Vaepal, and began work in both the technical and strategist division. When the Admiralty Board was talking about a possible war with the Geth, Rol supported the war and pushed other crew members to realize that war was the answer to their problems. A year after the talks, the Special Projects arm finally found a way to weaken the Geth. While the Board was voting on war, Rol was a vocal advocate for the war. After hours of debating, the Board had declared war on the Geth and Rol got to work.
Quarians on their pilgrimage had to return to the fleet to prepare for war. Rol was responsible for placing the returning into positions suitable to the Vaepal. The Migrant Fleet had updated with include weapons onboard civilian ships, an action that he strongly agreed with. They began their assault as the Reapers invaded Earth and burned Palaven. Things were going well for the fleet until the Geth accepted the Reaper's help, destroying any chance of an easy victory.
Everyone was too busy to deal with the Reapers that the Fleet suffered huge losses. Vaepal was attacked during one of many ambushes that nearly got Rol killed. He still believed that the fleet could win especially since Commander Shepard came to their aid. After several victories (with the help of the Commander), the fleet managed to push the Geth back towards their old homeworld, Rannoch. That was when the Battle for Rannoch began. Hours of fighting brought a major victory for the quarian, earning their homeworld back. Surprisingly, the Geth suddenly supported the Quarian conquest and joined Humanity in the battle for Earth.
Rol didn't support peaceful co-existence with the machines and requested that a Geth not board the Vaepal; however, he wanted to help with the fight against the Reapers. So, he applied and joined the Crucible project as soon as the Admiralty Board finally declared war on the Reapers. Rol was one of many helpers that updated both the Crucible's fuel and shields. When the time came to fight at Earth, he was selected to join a group of attackers that planned on landing in North Africa. Several attacks were planned all over the world so the Reapers could be spread out thin. He was apart of the attack on Earth; however, he didn't go to London at all. The battle itself was more difficult than the Battle for Rannoch. People were dying left and right as Rol helped held the line.
Then, the energy vaporized the Reapers and the Reaper ships stopped working. The war was finally over.
Rol'Naaris waited patiently for his shuttle to finally land at their location. It felt like they have been flying for hours since they left one of the human ships. Everyone aboard the shuttle could hear explosions all around them. Once in awhile, they could hear a shuttle getting hit and most likely crash landing onto Earth: human's homeworld. Rol felt sick whenever he heard the explosions getting closer towards this shuttle. And it did not help that he was the only quarian on this shuttle and surrounded by krogan, turians, and humans. A human sitting by Rol was looking at a datapad. Rol only noticed when he was checking on his sniper rifle and decided to take a peek at the datapad. It was a very old picture of a group of people with weapons, standing next to horses. It could of been from World War I or some other minor war fought during the time period.
He kept on checking out his weapons while some of the turians and humans started to pray as they felt the shuttle going down. Everyone gathered their weapons and readied themselves for the drop off. Before they left, one of the Alliance captains told everyone to get into cover as soon as possible and open fire. Sounds of a firefight got louder as the shuttle began to land while it was taking fire from marauders and brutes Soon enough, everyone stood up and waited for the doors to open up. Rol held his sniper rifle tightly and ready for a dash towards the nearest cover.
Before they opened, everyone heard the pilot's voice through the comms as he gave instructions on where the base is located.
"Alright, you are about to be fired at. Remember to fight carefully and remain calm; however, don't forget your main objective. Reach the command base. Your omni-tool should have the location marked. Once you reach the location, the commander of the base will issue you with a task to do and communicate with you. Good luck soldiers. May God be with you."
After that brief speech, the doors slowly opened as bullets could be heard hitting against the shuttle. Everyone carefully stepped out and dashed towards cover. Some of them were immediately shot and cried out in pain or died because of a well placed shot. Once Rol exited out of the shuttle and ran towards cover, it took off rather quickly and left the areas. Other shuttles began to land as soldiers exited out of it while one was shot down while leaving the areas. Rol went to a different cover and pulled out his omni-tool while soldiers left and right were getting shot at. The omni-tool revealed that the location was somewhere west and saw that a couple of soldiers were already heading there.
The night was still rather young and it was difficult to see anything. Suddenly, he heard screaming and a struggle as Rol went for his pistol. He ran towards the sound and saw that the human for the shuttle was pinned by a husk. Rol shoved the gun against the husk's head and opened fire, killing the creature for sure. It felt as the human pushed it away from him and processed to kick it several times. "Motherfucker!" he said angrily towards the husk.
"Are you alright?" Rol asked while grabbing the human's assault rifle and offering it to him.
"Yeah... Just took me by surprise." he pointed at the dead husk and grabbed his gun.
"Call me Rol." Rol just said while he was grabbing his sniper rifle.
"Rol... I am Hamdaan." Hamdann said while reloading his assault rifle. Both men began their walk on the abandoned street while other soldiers walked pass them. It was rather peaceful, even know explosions and gunshots could be heard all around. They were nearby the base because of the M35 Makos could be seen from afar, firing towards the Reapers. They have started to talk about being on Earth since the invasion. It turned out that his aunt and brother were on Earth during the invasion. They were traveling to Dubai just as the Reaper began their attack. Their ride took a detour towards the airport and they managed to get on a transport ship before the transmission died out.
Hamdaan knew that they were dead and mourned their deaths. Afterwards, he joined the Alliance and waited for this day to come since joining. Rol felt bad that the quarian were fighting the geth. He saw the footage of Earth while he was planning for the upcoming war with them. It was truly disgusting for him to hear the news then Palaven was hit as well. The breaking news made him stop working for the entire day and he wanted to throw up. Shepard was right the whole time and no-one—not even Rol himself—believed his warnings.
Rol said that the news made him work harder than ever to finish up with the geth; but, things never go according to plan. Gunfire got louder as both of the men rushed towards the base and saw the husk heading towards the Makos. Some of them got on top of them and Rol used his sniper rifle to pick them off. With one knee on the ground, he aimed and fired at the husks. Hamdaan charged towards the base ready for anything while others followed his lead. Rol got off of the ground and rushed towards the firefight.
It was going to be one hell of a battle. The one that he was going to tell stories about for years to come. If he survives the ordeal.
The sidewalks of Baker Street in London were full of people of all races and species, getting to their destination. A lone quarian turned the corner of Baker and Marylebone and kept on walking passing several homeless people. Baker Street was full of people that wanted to check out the Sherlock Holmes Museum. Rol'Naaris went to the grand re-opening of the museum a couple of days ago and loved it. The tan-colored armor made him stood out of place, not to mention the right shoulder pad being taller than the left one. Strangers took a quick glance at Rol'Naaris during his time at the museum. Normally, people would question why a quarian is outside of their fleet; since the Battle of Earth, however, people just smiled or mind their own business. It felt good to not get looks of confused and disgusted for once.
Rol'Naaris was not planning to stop by the museum today instead he was looking for some shuttle port station. He walked forward and used his omni-tool for directions towards the place. London was a new place that Rol'Naaris visited during his time at Earth since the battle. He was too busy rebuilding at Alexanderia and traveling all over to go to London. In fact, he had no plans on stopping there at the moment until the Spectre agents decided to set the meeting location there. The city was still healing for the Reapers and several skyscrapers were still under construction. He had dreamed of going to Earth during his youth. He just wished that they were under different circumstances.
The shuttle port was still under construction as tools and hardhats were on a table near the stairs to the old underground station. Rol'Naaris looked at the darkness and heard some noises. He decided to stay above ground and looked for anyone else that were apart of the meeting. Plus, he knew that there might be a shit ton of rodents. And he despised them since they were carrying diseases that could easily kill someone in the matter of days. It only lasted a few minutes until he heard more noises. He got off of the table and walked towards the stairs. While going downstairs, he pulled out his shotgun and carefully carried it. He wanted extra protection if things went south or it turned out to be a trap. Of course, it was not a trap but he wanted to plan ahead.
Just in case...
It was until Rol'Naaris got half way down before he heard something happening below. For his safety, he decided to stay at the winder rather than get caught in the middle. And he could serve as the guard and stop normal citizens from entering the underground. He leaned against the ceramic tile wall and played around with his omni-tool while his shotgun was placed near him. As soon as everyone got into place, he would go down and meet the others. For now, this was the perfect spot to be and it was near the entrance.