And he is finally done!
[hider=Kolan Sentyk] Name
Kolan Sentyk

Call Sign
Anvil 

Race
Salarian

Age
30

Gender
Male

Creed
Silently in, Victorious out

Official Personal Description
[IMG=http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/038/3/e/incinerate_by_isil22-d5daf1q.jpg]

Kolan is a firm believer in the old Salarian ideology of doing what has to be done for the greater good. Something that his time working for the Salarian STG, helped reinforce this belief in. Calculating and analytic, always judging his surroundings and the world around him, what one may see as a normal bar. Kolan will see as a building assuming it is following galactic standards: two to three entry points, crowded with civilians, obstructed views, and a distressingly low amount of cover. He has the sense of professionalism around him, the job always comes first and when it doesn't it obviously means that somebody is doing something wrong. Some might find it off putting that he would rather save a squad of soldiers, then a orphanage filled with young children and three legged kittens. But in the end he puts the whole before the self, a firm believer in consequentialism. Though behind his exterior coating of gruff scary Salarian special forces professionalism if one talks to him they might find that he has a sense of humor about him, and he is even a fan of Earth poetry and can sometimes be heard quoting such works as T.S Elliot's The Death of Saint Narcissus. 

Armor: 
Standard Salarian STG armor (As seen in the picture above)

Weapons
M-11 Suppressor
M-99 Saber

Speciality
Engineer 

Powers
Incinerate
Overload
Cryo Blast 
Combat Drone 
 Sabotage 
 Sentry Turret 

Homeworld
Sur'Kesh

History
Kolan was born on Sur'Kesh in the Capital of Talat in a land were knowledge was coveted above all. Where snooping around in your clutch mates' belongings wasn't just considered proper edict, it was practically enforced. By the time he was ten years old, the STG already were looking into him for recruitment later on as part of their usually recruitment operations. Kolan was always from a young age fascinated with machinery, he was always tinkering with something from a young age. One of the more prominent moments in years growing up was his school project on Quantum Entanglement Communicators in which he attempted to addresses the limited bandwidth capabilities that such communication is dragged back by and henceforth unable to surpass the Commbuoys that are much more inefficient in the long term with too many people waiting and were severely crippled after the war due to the loss of AI’s that ran them after Shepard saved the Galaxy. If one was able to perfect the bandwidth problem of QEC commutations across the galaxy could be almost instantaneous. Kolan thought this to be an acceptable challenge and so he began to create and then modify his own network of Quantum Entanglement Communicators. He brought in and was showing it to his fellow students and instructor. and it seemed to be a dream come true he had somehow fixed the bandwidth problem. But then moments later half of the buildings within Talat lost power, including several government and military installations. Needless to say Kolan did not win first prize.

By the time Kolan joined the STG, he had created his own personalized data drone to be used with bookkeeping and taxes, among several other minor inventions. The STG at that point was focused on the reconstruction of their intelligence networks across the galaxy. All of which had been completely decimated by the Reaper threat almost 300 years earlier. The STG was the Salarian first and last line of defense and its restoration was of utmost importance to them. Using his earlier knowledge working with QEC he helped establish communication between listening posts as far out as the Terminus Systems, to be able to silently and quickly get information back to command. Through his life Kolan tried to live by the example set by former STG operatives such as Major Kirrahe who's beyond excellent assault on the Rogue Specter Saren's Base is still thought in STG training as the correct way to perform an operation and others such as Mordin Solus that helped all operatives such as Kolan remember that what they were doing was for the greater good and that sometimes sacrifice was needed by those brave individuals that heeded the call, and that when the call came for you, you would answer it with pride. 

Kolan was very fond of his experiences working with the STG, he was working with some the greatest thinkers, soldiers and comrades one could have. They were all like minded and dedicated to their duty, they did not let ethics or personal feelings get in the way of the mission. They found a sort of brotherhood in this unity, devoting every waking hero to the betterment of society. They were beyond efficient they were like one well oiled machine. And when they were not on missions, they debated scientific discovers, philosophy, xenobiology, every subject known to citadel space and then some. For most this would seem like torture, endless work and even when work was over they would still work. But for a Salarian it was their magnum opus, thousands of years millions of hundreds of thousands generations of collective information networking and intelligence gathering was culminating into what they were doing. They were raised from birth to seek and strive for knowledge and Kolan got to be at the forefront of this. 

But of course it was not always sunshine and rainbows, they were a special operations task force after all, a black ops organization and one of the finest the galaxy. The other part of their job beside snooping about gathering information was, the age old art of killing people. Specifically killing “troublesome” individuals. Troublesome being a rather large umbrella term for all those that the Salarian Union or the Council wanted to be taken care of discretely rather than blow up half the industrial district is in approach that the Specters seemed to enjoy so much. It was not the most glamorous part of the job, but in most cases the math spoke that it was more efficient resource and cost wise; to send in one STG team, to assassinate one high value individual to break the moral of an enemy army. Rather than just blindly marching one’s entire army at the opposition and hope for the best. The numbers worked out this way almost every time and Kolan was not one to argue with mathematics for it had served the Salarian people perfectly fine as of yet.

 In his time, he killed many individuals: some with blunt force, others with knives, guns, bombs, electricity, torture, and even by ramming with a shuttle. But he never killed without a reason, he did not kill for the sake of killing. That was selfish and that was not efficient, it went against everything he stood for. He had been to the edges of the Terminus system and back, had seen the back alleys of Omega, the inner workings of a cult to the long dead Reapers, a black market scientists den, children impoverished and in chains ready to be cut open to have drugs implanted inside of them, forced labor camps, the slaughter of countless innocent lives. Some would say that he had seen it all, everything the galaxy had to offer both good and bad, which of course he would disagree with this saying that their was only a 2.3% chance that he had seen all the Galaxy had to offer and 2.3% chance was no where close to satisfactory. But one mission would be ingrained in his memory.

The Assassination of Pernicus Karonis, a Turian militant turned terrorist after the experimental stimulants he was taking as part of a Turian soldier enhancement program drove him mad. Several bombings within Citadel -controlled space were attributed to Karonis. He was considered a threat to be taken care of immediately. Using their large information network they traced him to a prosperous trading hub in the Caleston Rift by the name of Perihelion. Kolan and the rest of his team were sent in to deal with the Turian. They spent two months gathering intel and tracking his movements and preparing to take him down. But something went wrong, something slipped, something fell through the cracks. Karonis knew something was wrong and so he fled to his ship. Kolan and his team give chase and evidently ended up bordering his frigate as it fled Perihelion. They went through the ship systematically, killing his crew and mercenaries he had recruited to his cause. By the time they had reached the bridge the ship was already in orbit above Perihelion. But what happened next Kolan nor his squad were prepared for.

As they stormed the bridge they found Karonis standing there smugly and unarmed, the rest of his bridge team focus on their duty, as if the STG team did not even matter. And that was when Karonis had explained to them that he had set up a dead man's trigger. A bomb placed back on Perihelion in the city of Archemus the largest city on the planet and basically the civic center. And not a small bomb but a very, large one. One that could cause catastrophic damage if allowed to be detonated. But it would only go off if Karonis vital signs went critical, only if he died. So he give them an ultimatum drop their weapons and let him go, or the death of thousands. 

Kolan stopped and thought hard and long for a moment. The math ran through his head even though he already knew the answer. He was torn and he did not know what do. He listened for command to give him the answer, but no response came. His team sat and watched guns raised waiting for their Captains go orders. In the end though it came down to the math, it always came down to the math. And statistically speaking it was thousands were going to die either way, but if he let Karonis go then millions more could perish. And... the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few.....

Pernicus Karonis never did see the bullet that killed him, it came too quickly enter through his eye and going out the back of his skull splattering the viewport behind him with blood. Kolan’s squad opened on the rest of the bridge crew and the mission was completed. But for the first time Kolan mind was not on the mission, for the first time Kolan stopped and did absolutely nothing. And did nothing but watch the viewport soaked in Turian blood. It was night time in the City of Archemus. Kolan knew where the city was and looked and all he could see from orbit was a little red dot burning brightly. He looked for a long time, before finally turning away letting one last shot into the skull of Karnois. 

500,000 people that was the amount of people living in Archemus he knew this from census statistics. When the death toll finally came in there was only 75,000 left. The official report was that a reactor of element zero went off. 6.6% of the population was left, 6.6% was a number that Kolan believed to be far, far too low. Never less the operation was considered a resounding Success by the STG Karonis and his entire cell was dead and millions of lives were saved, Kolan got a medal and a promotion for not putting personal feelings above the mission, for remembering the stakes. For doing the [i]right[/i] thing. And Kolan did his best to push it out of his mind, to forget about it but due to his species photographic near perfect memory it was a lot harder then it sounder. 

Kolan served with the STG for around three more years to the age of twenty seven, before he hung up his blaster. He was getting old and it would be more profitable for the younger generation to come in and fill in his place. He moved to the Cathedral where he opened up a small repair shop. Content with tinkering such as he did in his youth for the last of his years. But eventually three years later he got a request to join up with a new elite organization to defend the galaxy once again. [/hider]

[hider=Writing Sample] 
Omega
290 AR

The UT-47 Kodiak Drop Shuttle came in under the darkening haze of the cities neon lit sky. STG Captain Kolan Sentyk sat on one side of the row of seats. Around him the rest of his squad were checking their weapons, making sure their thermal clips were locked and loaded, omnitools engaged and programed for a moments use. They were going in to get information on a human black market dealer, specifically a slaver. Who was kidnapping citizens in the Attican Traverse and funneling them out into the Terminus Systems, to be sold to the highest bidder. It was a simple grab and interrogate of a Batarian informant they knew of on Omega that had been reported to have contact with the human. 

[I]Six[/I] that was the number of shots that his M-11 suppressor could hold in terms of capacity. Six was a nonprime number, the number of non prime numbers could be found by the equation theta(x) = sum_(k=1)^(pi(x))lnp_k (1) = ln[product_(k=1)^(pi(x))p_k] (2) = lnx#, otherwise commonly known by the human formula known as Chebyshev function, if the number of Primes numbers could be found which it cannot, the math going too deep ever for the likes of Kolan, one might be able to find the number of nonprime numbers such as Six. Never less Six was a good number, reasonable. Hexa is the latin prefix for Six which was where the Hexahedron got its name from. A Hexahedron was the first polyhedron Kolan had ever learned about. These brought back good memories of teachers, equations on boards, knowledge, nuclear potato clocks, good memories. Hence Six was a good number. And Six was the number of shots that his pistol could fire. Statistically speaking it only took two well placed rounds to take down a target, that is three targets before having to reload.....

“Captain Sentyk Sir?” Kolan was dragged out of his train of thought as he looked up at the private facing him. His clan name was Torix and hence he was known as Private Torix. Kolan examined the boy, he was twitchy, nervous, first real mission. They had picked him up on their debriefing back on Sur’kesh, he came highly recommended, perfect scores on combat, and aptitude tests, cool headed, perfect fit for STG. But something had to be done about his nervousness, nervous cause panic, panic caused fear, fear caused miscalculations. He looked like a boy trying to pretend to be a man, but of course wasn't that what they really all were? 

“Speak Private Torix” Kolan told the private as he pocketed his M-11 Suppressor, His eyes fixed on the private, though his mind was in a million other places. 

“We are coming in for a landing Sir” The Private explained clasping his hands in uncertainty in front of him. Here he was addressing Kolan Sentyk one of the most well renowned STG agents of his generation. His [b]commanding[/b] officer and here he was bumbling about like a just born clutchling. 

Kolan nodded his eyes flashing around to the rest of his team, going through final weapons check, standing prepping 75% of them had their eyes fixated on the back of Private Torix head. deceleration of landing craft, ears adjusting to lower altitude. The Private was right of course, it would seem they had reached their destination. As the landing craft came to a halt and a slow hover about an inch off the ground, Kolan stood up. His eyes met the private and nodded. “Thank You Private, go get into position we have a job to do.” 

The Private nodded and went back to his seat, readying himself like the others. It took a STG operative under ten seconds to be battle ready from an shuttle orbit entry to the doors opening. Kolan give to “go” sign to open the door at exactly eleven seconds. His squad was ready and write behind him and ready to move out. Time satisfactory, though it could be quickened, for efficiency, efficiency saved lives. They were dropped off on the outcropping of a back alley in the seedy bowls of Omega. Their destination was two and half kilometers to the east. Their target if their information was correct, and more often than not it was then, the batarian would be there. 

They moved quickly and with efficiency through the dark alleys of Omega. Light footsteps against metal walkways and the plop of footsteps going puddles being from leaking exhaust pipes dripping liquid of an unknown origin from high above. Drip, drip, drip went the little drops as they fell. Hazy flickering lights lit the streets and back alleys in an orange sickly glow. Neon lights shined high above as holographic image of sensual asari danced provocatively to draw in customers to their respective establishments.The out of breath wheezing sound of Volus merchants trying to sell their wares, most of which were at bargain prices all of which were illegal. The growl of Vorcha hiding in corners and the shadows waiting for prey, the looks and quiet whispers of gangs clustered against metal graffiti covered walls. Even after the destruction Omega faced after the Reaper Invasion, Omega never changed, it would always be a hellhole.

They finally came to their destination, the bar called Exodus. A seedy little joint between the intersection of one back alley and another. It was a favorite hole in the wall for black market dealers. gangs, scum, and yes Batarian informants. Owned by an aging ex-military Turian by the name of Methous. It had three points of entry and the interior had security cameras hooked up just in the of the very likely chance of a break in. Kolan quietly made a gesture with his hands translated as [I]”Alpha Front, Beta Side, Epsilon Back, Private You're with me”[/I] The soldiers nodded and took their locations. The Private surprised for a moment quickly followed behind the Captain as he approached the side entrance. A Krogan Bouncer sat guarding the door and eyed them as they drew closer. 

“What do you want Salarian?” The krogan bellowed in his deep gravelly voice, as he examined the two pesky frogs that had just interrupted his smoke break. One of them seemed calm and the other looked calm but from his eyes he knew that he was nervous for some reason.

“I want to use this entrance and for you to not come back inside until I leave” Kolan explained as he slowly without being noticed slipped a credit chip into the Krogan hand. The Krogan examined the chip which had a sizable amount of credits on it. He weighed his options over in his head before finally deciding on the option the seemed most suitable and profitable. 

“Sure frogs, just don’t cause too much of a mess.” Without another word, the Krogan pushed the door open and Kolan and Private Torix entered the establishment. The smell of turian liqueur hit their noses and a mouthful of smoke was inhaled as they entered Exodus. They came in through the staff entrance, behind the bar and the sitting. Before they came to the main area Kolan raised his hand signaling Torix to halt. Kolan engaged his omnitool and began swiping away his fingers dancing across the holographic interface. Finally there was a click and he brought the omnitool down. 

“The Cameras have been disabled, we have five minutes.” He whispered to Torix as they entered the bar proper. It was filled with a series of rough individuals, angry looking krogans, vorcha, turians, amongst others clustered at tables cards in front of them, drinks casted about. The singular light fixture above broken casting the entire area in a dim hue. The only light coming in through the tinted windows looking out onto Omega’s streets. Methous was at the bar, but Kolan wasn't looking for Methous, not today at least. His eyes scanned about until in one of the corners he found who he was looking for the only Batarian in the room sitting in a booth. To the left of him across the way two rather threatening looking Turians, his bodyguards of course, never went anywhere without them. Kolan flicked his head towards the bodyguards, and Torix moved on them intent to prevent the two from interrupting Kolan’s “chat”. 

Anhur Vesh looked up in surprise when he saw the Salarian STG agent sitting across from him. His four eyes widened and looked quickly in the direction of his bodyguards, that were currently in conversation with what seemed like another Salarian. He let out a curse under his breath and force a smile as he spoke. “Captain Sentyk, it is a pleasure to see you today and what brings you here?”

The Salarian captain looked at Vesh and wonder whether shooting him and just taking the data off of him would be quicker. But then he decided against it, would be more costly, less efficient, bad for the public image. So instead he smiled back and looked at the Batarian straight in the eyes and said. “Human, slaver, name Garret Polsh, works out of the Terminus System, he [I]is[/i] a contact of yours.” 

Vesh wanted to let out another curse. Of course he was here to talk about Polsh, he most profitable client and the most likely to shoot him if he double crossed him. So Vesh did what he did best he lied straight through his teeth. “ I have no idea who you are talking about? But a slaver? They are the worst of scum.”

The Captain was not in the mood for dealing with the lack of better term BS of a smooth talking Batarian the more he waited, the more people, the more innocent people would get captured and would never been seen from again. So he drew his M-11 under the table and fired one shot into his kneecap. The Batarian let out a cry of anguish, but true to the people that dwelled in Exodus no one even batted an eye. “Where is he Vesh? I don’t have time for your games.” 

Vesh looked back at the Salarain with eyes streaming with tears, the pain racing through his entire body making it harder to think. But he wasn’t about to give in that easily. He knew that lying to Kolan would be a bad idea, but it was better then what Polsh would due to him, far better. “Go [B]Fuck[/B], yourself.”

“It seems that my calculations on your willingness to calculate were correct.” Kolan told the Batarian with a sigh. He reached his hand under the table once again and found the hole caused by the M-11 and looked Vesh straight in the eye as he drove one long fingers into the wound grinding it against the muscle as the Batarian let out another yelp of pain. 

“Talk Vesh, and this can all stop....” Kolan spoke as he continued to grind his finger into the wound watching the Batarian expression as he seemed to be in a deep argument with himself. But after about a minute he finally broke and began to shoot off information.

“He... He is selling his slaves at one of the slave markets in The Phoenix Massing! Just for the love of all things stop!” He managed to gasp out as he was about near to pass out from the pain. Kolan withdrew his finger and nodded giving a small smile as he stood up.

“Thank you very much, for all your help in my investigation Vesh, I’m sure we will talk again soon.” Kolan explained before reaching out and slamming the Batarian’s head against the table before he left to prevent Vesh from trying anything stupid.. He turned to where the private was talking with the bodyguards, though now he just patiently the two turian bodyguards crumpled at his feet both knocked out. Kolan nodded his head in approval, and signaled him to follow him out. Before Kolan left he slipped some credits across the bar to Methous as an apology for the mess. Though by this point Methous was used to Kolan’s little intrusions in his establishment. As they left the security cameras came back online and it was as if they were never there at all. 

It wasn't a lot but it was enough to get them Started at least. Sooner or later they would come across Polsh and that would be the end of that. But for now he had a slave market to go investigate. As he and the Private walked out of Exodus slowly his team joined back up with him and they walked back towards the extraction point.

Kolan looked down at his M-11 

[I] He had five shots left, five was a prime number.....[/i] [/hider]