"Where am I?" A quarian asked, standing in the middle of endless darkness as he looked around in confusion, the only source of light being the soft glow from inside his opaque mask. Instinctively, he reached for his omnitool- But it wasn't there. In fact, he was just realizing he had no weapons and no equipment.

[b][i]Drip.[/b][/i]

"I guess I have to move now." He said softly, slowly lifting his head to be surprised. Instead of darkness, he now saw a panoramic view of the Homeworld, a small town on the horizon, far away, with a few lonely houses dotting the landscape. Insects flew around, and the sunlight shone upon a lake in the distance. 

[b][i]Drip.[/b][/i]

"Ken, let's keep moving." A voice called for Ken, as synthesized and masculine as Ken's while also being slightly higher pitched. Ken turned to look at the owner of the voice, and smiled to himself as he saw one of his fellow soldiers, carrying an average and outdated M-8 Avenger rifle and carrying a small bag of medical supplies. Ken followed him as he walked, off into the nearby plains. After minutes of walking, his friend perked up and stopped, gripping his rifle tightly. Ken did the same thing, looking around for sign of danger. 

Then a gunshot was heard, followed by the cracking of glass and a limp body hitting the ground in a softened thump. Somehow, Ken knew... But as soon as he turned, he confirmed it. His friends, on the ground. Shot cleanly through the head. 

[b][i]Drip.[/b][/i]

Then he heard more cracking glass. 

[B][I]BEEP, BEEP, BEEP[/B][/I]

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The loud and rather annoying alarm blared off right next to Ken's head, waking the sleepy and confused quarian up in an instant. He noted the need to change the alarm's tone before he blew an artery at the surprise, and quickly got up and out of his bed, turning off the aforementioned alarm and retrieving his face mask from the sterilizing machine, donning it on after taking in a last breath of the clean, sterilized bedroom air. 

"That was a nice deal." He mentioned, his voice changing from dull to synthesized and clear as the face mask's functions activated fully. 

"Sure, it's not big or luxurious, but it was made with quarians in mind! You were lucky to find this, Ken." He told himself, chuckling as he stretched out and entered the personal sterilization room and getting his own body and suit fully cleaned in an instant. 

"So..." He began, "Council Meeting today. Thanks for the reminder, Omni-Tool."

And with that, Ken'Koris made his bed, made sure to leave everything organized, and grabbed his personal M-5 Predator handgun, holstering it before pressing a button besides the small studio apartment's airlock and nodding to himself as the process started. In no time he'd be at the Council meeting, ready for his next assignment. 

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By the time Ken had arrived at the Meeting, some others were there already. He had read some of the documents, and some he knew who they were, like the Geth, but most were strangers to him. He did have a certain feeling of hesitation towards working with a Geth, but he could do nothing about it yet. So after getting through the initial greetings, he joined the line in the front, which was where he was instructed to stay. 

Eventually, rather late, a... Rather unprofessional looking Turian came into the meeting room, with signs of slight alcoholic intoxication. Though he couldn't particularly smell the air around him to feel the Turian brandy scent, he knew that he had been drinking. His feelings towards this Turian were mixed, but he knew better than to judge too harshly, so he stayed Silent and at attention.