[OOC] Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

[Silver Fox]

Woohoo Quarian :D now were just missing Asari, Salarian and a Krogan :P

[Silver Fox]

Woohoo Quarian :D now were just missing Asari, Salarian and a Krogan :P

[Vandy]

Fretzzo, Ken is accepted. I will most likely get the first IC post up sometime tomorrow evening. (U.S Central Standard Time) Also in the beginning none of us have ever met. We will be introduced in the council chamber and given our first mission. We will also see the new Normandy SR-3 and take her out on her maiden voyage. :)

[Weyr]

Room for one more?

Mads Tao

Name: Mads Tao
Race: Salarian

Age: 22
Weight: 85lbs
Height: 4'11"

Appearance: Mads Tao is fairly average salarian, Grayish green skin and large black and blue eyes. His armor is a slightly modified STG variant produced by Aegor Munitions colored in a tan and brown camouflage pattern.

Personality: In many ways Mads Tao is the atypical salarian, Fast thinking, fast moving, fast talking often interrupting or mumbling to himself while others are talking. He served 8 years in STG and was very much the company man. Assigned to a project monitoring Krogan growth post genophage, over the years he has grown to dislike the race and most members of it seeing them as brutes still high on a war that ended over 50 years ago. This was increased by his last mission which resulted in 2 month of imprisonment and torture by a small renegade Krogan clan. This has darkened his mood made him a more cynical man. But does enjoy his down time music especially. He plays over a dozen different instruments from all over the galaxy.

Class:Sentinel

Powers and abilities

STG tech specialist-
Weapon training-basic weapon training with most weapon types but especially skilled with pistols and small low-recoil shotguns.
Hacking-no real experience hacking AIs or robotic automatons,but very skilled with hacking security systems. Mads received specialized training infiltrating Krogan Military networks.
Offensive tech- along with a good omni blade app, Mads Tao keeps a good portion of his omni-tools storage with offensive virus designed to overload kinetic barriers, overheat weapons, or if he's lucky overloading the enemy's omni tool causing a neural shock.
Defensive tech- STG 'explosive' tech armor- omni tool controlled holographic shield that boost the effectiveness of the equipped kinetic barriers. These are powered by a battery that has enough power for three powerful detonations, each detonation decreases the effectiveness of the tech armor and once used three times the tech armor requires hours to recharge to be used again.

Biotics-
Mads Tao is not a very strong biotic even by salarian standards, but still uses his powers fairly effectively in combat.
Lifting or throwing an enemy isn't out of the question but a determined or charging Krogan could be a problem. A large shockwave is out of the question but he has the power to knock someone down. Barriers and warp fields seem to be hard for him to maintain, however Mads has been known to use his biotic powers to charge the enemy in tandem with his tech armor.

Biography:
His biotic potential was noticed when he was a young child on Sur'Kesh, and was put into early STG train and began operating as an agent at 14 in a small cell of sociologists and military agents who monitored Krogan expansion in the DMZ and the worlds sanctioned to the Krogan after The Reaper War. The KRUC seemed to be doing its best at controlling the populations, however not all clans were joining and those that did we're not in agreement with the KRUC Leadership.

While monitoring population growth and Krogan attitude to the council races, Mads tao's unit discovered planed pirate raids on long haul supply ships and shady mercenary groups some tied to the KRUC but never tight enough to draw in politicians. His captain sympathized with the Krogan and gave them the benefit of the doubt. Tao started out this way but over 8 years of assignments grew to dislike most Krogan, and it seemed there work brought them with some of the worst of the species.

One independent clan became the main focus of Tao's unit, Clan Udveks, A strong warrior clan who were present at both on Palaven and Earth during The Reaper War. After an argument with Urdnot Wrex/wrev?, Udveks Ling the clan leader left Tuchanka for good heading to Wrill taking with him several fertile females and gathering much of the local Krogan population support for the expansion of the empire including a large groups of Bloodpack mercs. Ling was proving to be dangerous and Taos group began focusing here efforts to monitor Clan Udveks. A three year black ops mission began monitoring traffic on the ungoverned planet of Wrill and performing hit and run raids on Krogan and Vorcha targets.

The small crew of salarians had several losses during this time and was eventually cut down to three, Mads Tao, the munitions specialist, and the XO. And late one evening it they found it. It was barley a blip in the static but it was enough. The commanding officer noticed it first, a strange signal on the planets communication network, that was almost hidden too well. when the group decoded the transmission they discovered something horrible. Ling had gotten ahold of cloning technology and imprinting technology that created Urdont Grunt developed by Dr. Okeer.

In the cloning facility he had striped the eggs from fertile women then fertilizing the embryos and using the clinging tech and imprinting to advance the age. The next decoded data pack showed the horrors, not only were a third of the females dieing during the egg harvesting process, but gestation was only taking 4 weeks. A trained Krogan army in matter of months.

Rigging an explosive and sneaking it into the base seemed easy. The XO brought in the shuttle and the munitions officer loaded charges and detonator into packs, and Mads Tao and the munitions expert began moving out. A air vent on the roof was an easy access. They climbed through the air ducts and dropped into the unoccupied cloning center 6 large chambers in ythe room each with juvenile Krogan clones growing inside. "You set the charges Tao, I'll prep the detonator."

He was setting the fourth charge when it happened. BAM! Then an electric hiss of kinetic barriers dropping. Mads looked over his shoulder the munitions expert lay dead on the ground. Clean headshot right through the sheilds. The Krogan guard had moved too fast, Mads missed. The Krogan grabbed a metal table in the he center of the room and threw it at Mads. He reached out grabbed the table with his biotics and redirected it toward a row of the cloning pods. Glass and the fluid in two of the cloning chambers crashed to the ground the clones gasping for life but appeared to be dying rather quickly

"No" the guard screamed and charged at Mads. Upon impact his tech armor detonated both men flewe to opposite ends of the room. Mads jumped to the center of the room grabbing the detonator from his dead friends hands and flipped the switch, the four charges exploded, glass metal, cloning fluid and bits of cloned Krogan flew across the room. Smoke filled the air and Mads made a break for the door, but as he turned he hit something hard...Krogan armor. His eyes looked up Udveks Ling.

A quick jump back and mads opened a comm line, "Commander, mission accomplished cancel evac, situation FUBAR" and detonated his tech armor again

Ling just laughed as he reached down and grabbed the salarian by the neck "Look what we got here boys, a new punching bag" the last thing Mads saw was a Krogan fist headed to his face.

The salarian awoke in a cage somewhere in the bowls of a the Krogan base, here he was beat and electrocuted daily for information Mads gave false info snide remarks. As far as the Krogan knew he was a c-sec officer tracking down leads on illegal cloning tech. It took 8 weeks before a the rescue came. Mads was sitting in his cell and the Krogan guard was taunting him with his rations on the other side of the kinetic barrier. Then a burst of blue and the Krogan went flying a second burst of mass effect energy and the krogans screams were silenced.

"Mads Tao?" The Asari asked as she looked in the cell.

"Hmmm... Asari, not what I expected. Let me guess... Spectre? This was STG black ops. Wasn't expecting extraction. Told commander abandon evac plans. Mission accomplished--"

The Asari shook her head"We can talk or get out of here. Let's just say the council didn't like the idea of someone with Okeers tech producing an army. And your XO pulled some strings to recover you."

Upon returning to the citadel he was offered retirement from STG and a position in the Spectre program

[Vandy]

Mass is in, I was hoping to get a salarian in the RP somewhere. Oh and shadow killer, the weapons are basically just upgraded. Think instead of M-8 Avengers we would have say M-10 Avengers. If you want to create your own go ahead. I'm open to ideas. Also studies have been trying to produce Javik's particle rifle for the Turians and Alliance. Prototypes have not been very stable however.

[Leodiensian]

Vandy said Leo I like Harken and he's in. I'm guessing you're from Britain huh?

Yeah, though I don't live there any more. I actually kind of just found the picture and built him from whole cloth around it. He's kind of a callback to a previous ME character I played on here who was also a totally weeaboo for humans; his father, Ahren Calibos.

'murica man myself.

Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. :P

[Dervish]

Leodiensian said
Yeah, though I don't live there any more. I actually kind of just found the picture and built him from whole cloth around it. He's kind of a callback to a previous ME character I played on here who was also a totally weeaboo for humans; his father, Ahren Calibos. Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. :P

Sorry for popping my head in here, but are you TheMidnighter on Old Guild? O.o

[Leodiensian]

Yarp. Sorry for my spotty behavior. I was doing a masters degree, then teacher training, then moving country and then the site went down! But I'm settled now and good for a regular schedule.

[jbeil]

Mjr.Claire Moore

Name: Major Claire Moore
Race: Human
Call sign: 'Flatcap' to her face, 'She-bear' to her back.
Age: 38
Weight: 58.50 Kg
Height: 173 cm
Appearance: Claire has been through a lot over the last twenty years, and it shows. She still stands with the authority and commanding aura drummed into her over time, but she's starting to feel her age; her face is starting to bear the first signs of age, with wrinkles appearing around her mouth and eyes, and her limbs are getting stiff; she can still run as fast as ever, but she'll complain about it afterwards while she's trying to get all her bones to click back into place.Her hair, which is always held in a tight ponytail just between her shoulders, has long since given up trying to retain colour, and is completely white. Her steel-grey eyes are not as sharp as they once were, though it'd be a brave soul who would challenge her on it, & a large burn scar covers the left side of her forehead and cheek, the souvenir of an argument with a plasma round that Claire still insists she won. Occasionally, the fingers on her right hand will twitch, which Claire has marked down as another unfortunate reminder that she isn't a young woman any more.

While she is not exactly a great physical specimen, Claire can still enter a room and instantly silence it with a scowl crafted by many years of wrangling recruits through their first combat operations, and rarely smiles, though she frequently smirks and laughs at her own Northern sarcasm - while being shot at, if possible. The entirety of her left leg and left hand are synthetic, with a curved foot-plate and a deliberately mechanical aesthetic, the inner workings protected by a transparent layer of plastic, while the whirring of her synth-limbs is an ever-present noise. When bored, Claire will tap her fingers against her metal thigh, making her sound like some sort of ghastly rag-and-bone man, which probably fits her complexion; while she is as pale as you would expect of a Grimbarian, it's usually hidden under grease, waste omni-gel, burns, ash, or some other dirt - she's got too much to do to be worrying about how she looks, especially in combat,
Personality: Claire is, though she hates the term, a 'she-bear'. Brutal, merciless and unremitting on the soldiers under her command, the Major inspires fear in her subordinates at first, but in combat she is rather different - a consummate professional, Claire insists on near-silence and speaks only to give orders or request information. In her younger years, her brash approach to combat frequently lead to a lot of losses, but she prided herself on getting the job done, no matter the cost. As time has dragged on, the wisdom of age has tempered her enthusiasm, and now she leads from the front, taking a cautious but never slow course to victory. Taking each loss personally, Claire still knows the names, dates of birth, and the personal details of every soldier she has lost, and keeps their photographs in a small book that she carries with her everywhere she goes - a reminder of past glories, but also a bitter recollection of when her actions have caused kids just out of school to meet their maker through the barrel of a rifle or the burst of an artillery shell. This still weighs heavily on her mind, and every few months, a night of sleep is stolen from her as their ghosts haunt her - not an experience she enjoys. Because of this, Claire is deeply offended by gung-ho commanders who throw men into dangerous situations, and has a less-than-healthy scepticism of authority, both political and military.

Despite being a hard-ass during drills, Claire does care about her soldiers, and just like her moniker, she will happily die for them if asked; she insists on being the last one out of any combat zone, and whenever someone comes to her with a personal problem, they will always have her ear with a sort of motherly patience, probably to replace the children she never got around to having. She would have liked to leave the military some day, met a nice gent (or a lady, even) and set about raising a family, but it's too late now, another heavy regret. While she appreciates that at least nobody will be hurt if she is KIA, the whole idea of marriage and familial bliss was always appealing. Her synth-limbs are something of a sore point, which is why Claire never takes leave any more - out of a military setting, she feels unable to deal with living as a civilian, and twenty years of combat have made her twitchy and nervous when on her own at home - even though the last seven years of civil war have made her jaded and dissatisfied, killing is all she knows how to do, and the only way she's going to leave her profession is on top of a mountain of bodies. Finally, being a northerner, Claire has a sarcastic, fatalistic sense of humour, frequently self-deprecating and irreverent, though she no longer insults enemy combatants on their poor marksmanship.
Class: Soldier
Powers: "'Ahm a dead keen shot, so I am - can 'it t'eye of a cow from t'hundred yards if y'need, though what you've got 'gainst cows baffles me."
Biography: Born twelve years after the Battle of Earth in Grimsby, a fishing town in the north of the UK, Claire had about as safe a childhood as the post-reaper Earth could offer. Grimsby wasn't terribly damaged during the war, but relative poverty had always been a problem in that part of the Union, so the stars always seemed like a promising prospect for the young girl - her father had been in the Alliance navy during the war, & did have stories of a time he enjoyed serving aboard various vessels as an engineer, though the refused to talk about the Battle of Earth itself. Fascinating though life in the Navy sounded, Claire was never a great intellectual, so a technical career was not the way to go - instead, the officer academy beckoned, and after a shaky first interview where Claire's accent and her lack of technical expertise almost scuppered the entire plan, she was inducted into the academy and graduated in the top half of her class - she didn't quite set the world alight, but her leadership qualities and her knack for reading a situation in a split second saw her through.

Her first station was on the SSV Atlantis, an old cruiser which had been relegated to gentle anti-pirate activities in her later years, bearing the nickname 'Old Betsy'. Usually consigned to escort duties, the were a few occasions on which the marines had to be sent in, mostly in boarding actions or to flush out a base hidden on a moon somewhere, and on these circumstances Claire proved herself a more than able officer, taking a dashing, aggressive approach to combat which was messy, but effective; within six years, she had made Lieutenant, and when Old Betsy was finally decommissioned and allowed to retire as a converted freighter, Lieutenant Moore was transferred to a first-rate destroyer, the SSV Genoa, dedicated to supporting fleet actions and capturing enemy vessels. By the 40 A.B.E. Claire had established her reputation as the vessel's 'She-Bear' after taking a plasma round to the side of her face and still fighting & joking about how the enemy were bloody poor shots, frequently tasked with being in command of the first unit to head into combat or onto an enemy vessel. It was during an operation against a largely pirate-controlled planet by the name of Hesperu, in conjunction with a Taurian fleet, that Claire found herself leading a team of forty marines into a charge across a largely open field under artillery barrage; as much as she didn't like it, someone had to do it for the 2nd & 3rd companies to seize the local headquarters.

It didn't go entirely to plan; after about an hour of struggling across no-man's-land under heavy fire, with 15 soldiers either down or in no condition to fight, Claire ordered a charge at a gun emplacement, which was partially successful; the emplacement was seized with few casualties. However, during the first attack, an artillery shell landed about six feet to her left and sent her a considerable distance into the air before pesky gravity grabbed hold of her again and dragged her down to the floor. Before she blacked out, Lieutenant Moore saw her company pressing forward as per her orders, and felt that she was going to die with a sense of immense pride as the darkness pulled her away. When she woke, it was on the Genoa medical bay, with Dr.Siggurdsen informing her that the blast had peeled away most of her left leg and the fingers on her left hand, giving him no choice but to amputate. Her first question was on the state of the mission, and secondly how long it would be before she could get back to killing the buggers who had relieved her of a limb. Despite her CO's recommendation that she take an honourable discharge, Claire insisted on being put back onto active duty as soon as possible.

After being awarded the Purple Heart (a medal which always confused Claire - surely the powers that be should have been rewarding the soldiers that didn't get hit?), Claire accepted a transfer to security detail on a planet in the Terminus systems, as the local commander of the militia forces, and for a few years, it all went swimmingly; just before the civil war broke out she was promoted to Captain, and was on Mars personally delivering news about a casualty due to pirate raiders when the separatist war began - immediately, Captain Moore requested a transfer to a front line combat unit, and was awarded with the command of a battalion near the border between the factions; at first, she took a great deal of pride in her work, but over the last seven years, watching humans killing humans has sucked the enthusiasm from her - she still appreciates the hard work of the soldiers underneath her command, but her promotion to Major in 48 A.B.E. was not one of pride or excitement but the bitter realisation that she would have to send even larger groups of soldiers into the field where some of them would inevitably be killed. Refusing to stay behind a desk, however, she remained a field-operating commander, and was due to lead a major offensive on Thymus towards the rebel-held capital when the Council called, and despite all of her weariness of soldiering, she felt it was her responsibility to answer them and become a Spectre.

With luck, she might lose her other leg for a sense of symmetry.

Let me know if anything's wrong - it's been a while, and I've never actually played ME3 'cause I dislike the idea of giving EA money - I suggest anyone who's into CRPG to take a look at some of Bioware's back catalog while they were operating under Interplay.

[Leodiensian]

You know jbeil, you could just pick it up preowned if you're opposed to giving EA money - all the money goes to the retailer in that instance.

Also, yesss northern England is proper English, none of the soft southern poofters!

[jbeil]

I happen to be one of those soft southern poofters, thank you very much, you cheeky bugger, go mine some coal or something :P

(Northamptonshire, actually. Not quite southern, but one of the local football clubs does play in the Southern Premier - does that count for anything?)

[Leodiensian]

jbeil said
I happen to be one of those soft southern poofters, thank you very much, you cheeky bugger, go mine some coal or something :P

Hey, we used to have an industry up there before Thatcher.

(Northamptonshire, actually. Not quite southern, but one of the local football clubs does play in the Southern Premier - does that count for anything?)

If it's not one of the Yorkshires, it's the south.

[AmazinglyVivid]

Hey, there! Just letting you know that I plan on submitting an asari vanguard character when I get home today.

[Vandy]

I'll get to reading that other CS when I can. Also an Asari Vanguard is always welcome.

[Vandy]

Claire is accepted. The only thing is I think you meant 48 A.B.E in the last paragraph of her bio instead of 38 lol. It might actually be a good idea to make her the ship's XO because of her experience. I want to know if everyone else likes that before I set it in stone however.

[jbeil]

Well spotted! Thanks for taking her aboard - I've got no huge feelings about her being XO either way, but if everyone else is okay with it I can imagine her growling and pressing buttons on the bridge just like she knows what she's doing!

[Vandy]

We'll see how it goes! :)

[Frettzo]

I see no problem with it, though Ken will probably feel intimidated by her for a while, at least until he finds out how to get on her good side :p

[K-97]

Any chance I could join?

[Vandy]

Sure you could join. However after you and Amazingly Vivid I think we'll have to stop recruiting new players. I will be home in about an hour and will get cracking on the opening IC post. After that accepted players are free to begin posting. I will also work to get all accepted characters on the OP for the OOC to make everything a little more organized. I'm also planing to revise the OP for the OOC to give more detail to the background. So everyone be looking for that. We are almost officially underway people!