They were getting close to their destination, now. She sighs. Hope this goes better than the last fucking time and this team doesn’t get themselves blown up on day one. She flips on the comms once more, “We’re just about planet side, gets to the comms room for a briefing.” Alyssa gives her a thumbs up, “Very nice. Very Captain-like.” Sirin smiles, she has her moments, that’s for sure. She turns around, to head to the comms room. She stops in her tracks when she realizes Thomas is giving her a worrisome expression. “There an issue already?” she asks. “One of the assigned crew members never boarded,” Thomas begins. Fuck. Already a member down. The Citadel really knew how to choose them for this mission. She hails Thomas to follow her, as she heads to the elevator. “Remind me who we have,” she commands. “Ciann has the most experience as a soldier, merc too at some point in his history,” Thomas is trying to keep his voice down so as to not alert prying ears. “Right, he’s a given on the field,” she doesn’t want to know about the ground team already guaranteed to be on the field, “I don’t want to know about the given team.” “Er,” Thomas taps his tablet quickly, “Let’s see- -Sirin impatiently snatches the tablet out of his hands, while heading into the elevator, “I’ll do it myself.” He looks embarrassed. Actually he looks like a wounded animal, as he pouts, and slightly hangs his head low. While the doors close, she flips over the tablet to look over the crew. Alyssa is the first name that pops up. Alphabetical order, huh. Well that’s an automatic No. Can’t have their pilot dying on them. Who else is going to fly this hunk of metal around? No. Flip. Absolutely not. No prior combat skills. Thank you Citadel Counsel for that. No. No. Mmmm. Nope. Doesn’t know how to use a basic handgun. By the goddess. Did they just scrape together the crew from the bottom of the barrel? Nope. Nuh uh. Bad. Bad. Accuracy is a little low. So they are going to shoot their eye out?! Can she find someone at least semi-competent- -oh. This could work. Has had prior experience against Cerberus. Sure his marks aren’t the greatest and yes it’s a risk to just throw the Chief of Medical onto the field. But he can take care of himself and isn’t someone they have to babysit while on the ground. And she knew both Rith and Solorha. Neither of them would just send a Human toddler out onto a mission wearing diapers. He’d have some bite to him. Taking a detour before heading to the briefing room, into the medical office. He’s currently looking over a tablet himself. Seemingly busy with note taking, a mop of messy brown hair, with strands of electric blonde from a bad dye job. As if he was trying to quickly cover up the blonde with brown. “You’re needed,” she orders. He looks up at her, “Needed?” He raises a brow. “In the briefing room with everybody else,” she’s about to turn on her heels and walk out, but she notices him about to say something. “While I am a qualified as an EMT, am I getting a little more than I am needed- -oh I am sorry, did you want to retire in the medical office, have a nap, while everybody else did all of the work,” He briefly scowls, “Not what I was implying. I’ve never been trained for ground work- -well I guess you’re learning on the job,” she interrupts again, “Are you done whinging?” His professional mask slightly slips, as he gives her a deep furrow of his brows, “It wasn’t whinging. I prefer clear and concise information.’ “You’ll get that in the briefing room,” really this was the so-called son of Rith? She expected better. “Again, not what I meant, fine, I am coming,” [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310568770764537869/919593590408233030/text-1638935401899.png[/img][/center] [color=bc8dbf]Of course now she thinks he’s a baby who complains about going onto the field. The issue wasn’t about going onto the field or not. What did he need to bring along? What medical equipment is she expecting? He means unless she expects him to go onto the field as a common everyday soldier or something. Which he is not? You know who is, however, the big guy with the beard and bushy hair. Now that’s a proper soldier, has the look in his eye as well. The one Riegel knows all too well. The look that says they have seen it all, carnage, death, and so and so forth. That’s a bit dramatic, but it’s the truth. He’s seen it in the Alliance Soldiers he used to treat back at the Citadel. Then there is- -fuck the Goddess. Kaevius. The Turian he had been trying to avoid this entire time. If he could camouflage into the chair, he would. Kaevius knows every damn embarrassing secret about him there is to know and he can definitely use it as a moment's notice. He’s also very aware that he sang that damn song and if he has any copies left and distributes them amongst the crew - Riegel will cease to exist. He’ll find a way to utterly vanish. Then there is the bulkiest Quarian he’s ever seen, that’s not criticism. He just didn’t consider they could come in Would and Could probably kick his ass packages. Most Quarians he knew folded like origami. She didn’t look like origami. Only three people? Including him, that makes four? Where was their fourth? He’s the fourth? Then there is Ka’Sirin Aemoani. She’s too the point, which is fine, if she wasn’t just giving you the tip of the knife and not giving you enough time to process she had had one. She’s younger than Rith and Solorha, that’s for sure. She too is athletically built, with the attitude of a Krogan in heat. “Welcome to the SSV-Intervention, blah blah, I already did a speech earlier,” Ka’Sirin begins, she’s wildly waving what she is saying away with eager hand gestures, “You know why we’re here. To kick Cereberus in the face so hard the plastic of their visors digs into their face.” That’s one way of putting it, he guesses. “And we might have a lead on who is currently leading the new Cerberus. A beneficial benefactor, sent us information on a remote planet in the Arghos Rho System. Ebos. It was believed to be not inhabited, until recently. Someone has tipped us off on a Cerberus base. They seem to be working on a project. We’re not entirely sure what this project is. But your mission is to determine what they are working on, bring us any information you can, and destroy the base afterwards.” “Er ma’am,” Alyssa can be heard on the intercom. “Yes,” Ka’Sirin responds, “What is it?” “Someone has already beaten us to Ebos, and it’s a disaster,” Alyssa responds, “Cerberus has set their own base to be destroyed.” “Well get us down there as quickly as you can,” Ka’Sirin quickly turns her head, “On the ground Ciann, you’re in charge. You give the orders, you declare where you need to go. What matters is getting the information on what they are working on.” Great. Fantastic. First day of work. And it’s not as he intended. Which was getting down all the known medical information of the crew and getting the office organized for all sorts of potential emergencies. Instead maybe he’ll die today. Or maybe he’s being melodramatic.[/color] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310568770764537869/942554687255748639/text-1644792933980.png[/img][/center] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHP5_awxHlE&ab_channel=Togusa[/youtube][/center] [hider= Ebos][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310568770764537869/942548879604322354/Ebos.jpg[/img][/center] Although remote, the Ebos planet was originally looked at by Colonies as a place for food production. Ebos soil is fertile, and is well adapted to growing all sorts of vegetation. However, the oxygen level of Ebos is thinner than that of Earth, making it harder to breathe. The thin atmosphere makes life difficult for those not adapted to life on Ebos. Respirators on the planet's surface are recommended.[/hider] A sea of yellow grass swayed in the wind. A stiff wind, or maybe a wind with barely the strength to fully push the yellow wheat like grass. Only moving the tips instead. Creating tiny ripples on the surface of the planet. The sound of bullets ricocheting echoed from a window of a gray, dome facility. This wasn’t worth it. Kaiser, huffed. His men were being ripped to shreds by a Cerberus mech. “Get down!” he shouts at Lance, though it’s too late, as ammo rips through his bulletproof vest like it were made out of vapor. Blood splattering across the walls, clips ripping through metal like paper. Lokea ran off down somewhere? That hallway maybe. If he gets out of this alive, he’s tracking her down and shaking her off her Chips. She better not get that information and sell it to the highest fucking bidder. Without him. He knew that bitch was going to betray them. An alarm goes off; [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310568770764537869/942555654806179910/text-1644793172012.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310568770764537869/942555947988050010/text-1644793241017.png[/img][/center] Shiiiit! Rolling to the nearest cover. Attempting to dodge the spray of clips from the mech. When he found Lokea, he is going to- -He hears Ceberus marching down a hallway, “Quickly. There’s a shuttle!” Another damn group is coming to join the party. Too bad the fireworks set for the show is going to kill anyone in the process if they don’t get the fuck out. [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310568770764537869/934684010288926750/text-1642916424853.png[/img][/center] [color=7bcdc8][center][h1]Mission 1: Welcome to Ebos[/h1][/center][/color] [color=7bcdc8]You have been sent to Ebos, to obtain data about Cerberus current whereabouts. You are supposed to get into the facility and scrub their computers of information about their current projects, and their current future plans. You were supposed to destroy the base afterwards, however, it appears a Mercenary group has arrived before you to capture the data themselves. However, it is likely they are going to sell the data, rather than turn it into the Alliance. Deal with the remaining Cerberus security ,who are currently trying to evacuate after a self detonation of the facility has been activated, and Mercenary group as you feel is necessary. Secondary: Find out about the Mercenary group and who they were going to sell the information and determine what interested parties are involved. [/color]