Andreyich

Eden 2.0(Space NRP/Character rp hybrid)

Hmmm, fairly interested. Can man reuse his sheet from last time? Are we continuing the story from there if so? Although I'm also concerned it will die like the last time, I'm hoping we're going to be more rigorous this time.

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

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edit: discord.gg/fmhFFAH9GA

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

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@Mao Mao

No hop into the discord

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

Hmmm I'm going to be busy and unable to join this for a while but end December I think I'll have cleared time to give this my full attention, would it be possible to start working on a CS and such then or will this be closed for newcomers?

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

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Full name: Dreklei Harahn

Race: Turian

Citizenship: Citadel Registration

Aliases: None

Age: 40

Sex: Female

Psych. Eval.: Dreklei is atypical for a Turian. Though not possessing the traits of the rebellious outcasts from her race's society, her rather unique childhood meaning she was disconnected from Turian society and is nevertheless looked at with skepticism at best by her racial kinsmen. For her part she seems to not very much like her own kind very much either. Whether this is because of just variance in attitude and humours or because of resentment due to her father's absence from her life is unclear. The only thing she seems to have in common with Turians from the Hierarchy is species and a somewhat utilitarian outlook on life though what her application of it varies wildly. The woman is far less rigid and more adaptable than others of her race. She appears to be eager to make friendly relations with her colleagues though doesn't go far to consider them anything but exactly that: friendly colleagues. She joined the renewed Spectre Initiative after her more recent glimpses of the world outside of the Citadel convinced her that the world needed more fighters for what is right.

Phys. Eval.: About 200cm in height and 80kg in weight her carapace is beige and her eyes green with brown tattoos upon her face. Dreklei is more or less average for a Turian woman with perhaps a little more body fat lacking the Spartan regimen that most of the rest of her race have.

Biotics: None

Qualifications: From a very young age the Turian volunteered to aid C-Sec as an informant and in her time as a Duct Rat learning to be nimble despite being much taller than those around herself. After being taken into an orphanage it did not take very long for her to start once again aiding C-Sec as she matured and eventually go into their ranks. Starting in Enforcement and exemplary record lead to a swift transfer and promotion to Investigation. Therein she continued her service earning respect from all fellow officers in a very large list of references. Going through the ranks of the organization she was eventually made a C-Sec Investigation Liaison with C-Sec Patrol where she came to learn the ins and outs of flight becoming an accomplished pilot herself. Recently she was part of the long operation to catch the criminal kingpin rather ironically named Haymaker. Following this she was recommended to the restored Spectre program where now she shall be a shuttle pilot.

History: Dreklei's mother was a bureacrat in the Turian embassy in the Citadel who developed a relationship with an officer of the Hierarchy's fleets. It took time for their relationship to blossom as he only appeared for shore leave every so often but eventually their romance produced little Dreklei. The young Turian only saw her father once so young that she can't quite remember his face. Her mother passed away following a drunk pilot crashing his shuttle in a hangar, the man chasing the Turian youth hoping to eliminate the sole witness to his crime. Though successfully evading the degenerate she got lost and so became a vagrant dweller of the Citadel's air ducts and other spaces living off of petty thefts and trash. She eventually became an informant to C-Sec witnessing many crimes dwelling in the quiet places of the Citadel.

Eventually as she grew older she could not live solely on scraps of trash and dead rodents. Forced to turn to public shelters and kitchens being snatched and placed into an orphanage was inevitable. Though she was far too old to be adopted she did not particularly mind the experience, three meals a day and warm bedding making whatever lack of freedom that other duct-rats lamented being well worth it. As she grew on Dreklei knew that it was far too late for her to get some sort of formal education and get a traditional job, so she went forth with the only work she had ever interacted with before.

Narrowly passing the entry she became a C-Sec officer, a job she eventually came to do very well. Having very little concept of leisure after her youth she was willing to spend far more hours a day working than other officers and thus Dreklei's progress was very fast; it took only a few years to rise through the enforcement officers and become an investigator. For the very same reasons she did very well in this role she succeeded as an investigator making up for experience of the more senior ones by sheer volume of time and effort inputted.

The choice was eventually made by her superiors to have her fill a vacancy of a Liaison with the Patrolmen coordinating investigators to work with the patrol. Here she made many more acquaintances with C-Sec now having not only investigators but patrolmen and enforcers in great number coordinating with her. Further she became an excellent pilot in her own right, the flying of aircraft apparently being one of the things she had an undiscovered talent for rather than simply learning by putting in extraordinary time and effort.

It was at this point in her career that Dreklei's big break came. There were inexplicable shipments to the Citadel of high grade drugs and their chemical components with no apparent source vessel. Dreklei was able to find this operation however after weeks of investigating docking bays and hangars until noticing a far greater volume of outgoing cargo from one of the loading bays. Having some patrol vessels hang around the area along with some Enforcement officers she ordered them to record all the ongoing events. After looking through the footage for hours on end she noticed strange shimmers in the air around the bay, which she went to investigate in person. Waiting for a long time Dreklei eventually saw one of the shimmers again which she promptly shot with her rifle. Rather than flying through the air her shot struck something metal and it was apparent that before her was an advanced stealth ship.

Alerting patrol she went on a chase through space after the vessel eventually following it through the Mass Relay to a Salarian System embattled with the Rebel Krogan Clans. Following contact with STG it was discovered that an Officer of theirs had been corrupt, using a Stealth vessel to ferry drugs from the warzone to the Citadel for massive profits. Though satisfied with her takedown Dreklei had witnessed an all-out war and by now knew she was just small fry in a massive Galaxy. She felt like all of her past successes were hollow knowing that every bad guy taken down meant nothing when entire worlds of people were dying.

Dreklei was thus very much excited when she was called to an unscheduled meeting with her superiors. She was informed of the Spectre program being restored and that she was one of the people selected for such a team. Though she knows it will be far more dangerous than any job she took before Dreklei takes to it with the knowledge that perhaps now when she chases villains the world at large might become a better place. With a team and ship at hand she is ready to set out for the Galaxy at large.

Position: Shuttle Pilot

Recruited: No

Inventory & Logistics: In the hopes of better surviving crash-landings she wears medium Hahne-Kedar armour. An M-13 Incisor will usually be with her on the shuttler for crash-landings (more in the interest of survivalist purposes than self defences ones) and an M-3 Predator will be a quick sidearm about her person for self-defence. Beyond that she demands little of life.

Notoriety: 3. More or less nobody outside of the Citadel knows of her.

Misc.:
Theme song. Fun fact thinking of chick I was thinking more of Turians being bird people

[Blasts from the Past]: Yes she will rope you all into her own life >:)

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

Introductions: II

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Starring: @Andreyich@Lauder@DrRtron@KaiserElectric

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As the human and the Quarian turned they heard a noise that both would be able to recognize as Krogan. They were in the Engines so it must have been Urd, and rounding another corridor they saw the rather massive form of the space turtle. “Urd, Urd! What the hell are you yelling about?” He demanded, slightly puffing out his chest and flexing his musculature. Dealing with Urd and Sosa might have at first seemed hard, but apart from the level of intensity their personalities ultimately weren’t that different. Awaiting an answer he turned his head slightly to the Quarian: “Urdnot Shephurd, one of our Engineers. His dossier should appear on your hud now”

Urd whipped around at the sound of a familiar voice. He bared his teeth in a smile. “Eu! Just the person I needed! I’ve found a stowaway in the Engineering Bay. A sneaky little Pyjak thief I’ve encountered before. She’s a kidnapper from the Terminus systems, stole one of my clients when I was mercing. She’s doubtlessly here to steal from us or kidnap someone, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she snuck her little group of criminals with her. I tried to apprehend her and she snuck away into the upper rafters. Ruzad’s looking for her now.”

He gestured up towards the blocky drone, dutifully searching through the upper levels of the engineering bay. “He’ll find her, and drive her out like Varrens driving out Klixen for Rites. Then we can grab her and throw her out an airlock.” He paused, processing Eustace’s comment to the Quarian.

“One of your Engineers? I’m the only engineer you guys hired! You don’t need anyone else. I’m the best in the galaxy, after all!”

“Only engineer?” the Quarian repeated, looking over at Eustace for a moment as she brought up the files of the crew, and counting threw them quickly before looking back to the Krogan. Her head tilted as she looked back to the rafters, looking back to Urd in an obviously confused manner before speaking once more, asking Eustace, “I saw in that dossier it is said that he is assistant engineer. Our Chief Engineer is a drell, no?”

“And she’d very much like to NOT be thrown out the airlock,” came a voice from overhead.

“Your what is a what?” The Krogan’s eyes narrowed in confusion, before snapping back up to the drell’s voice.

She took in a breath and looked back to Urd, looking to the rafters and back to the krogan, as she realized what was happening. Sosa’Numos let out a long drawn out sigh, wanting to rub her temples but unable to due to her helmet being in the way as she took a step back. “Are you trying to throw out a drell, Shephurd?” Sosa’Numos asked in a slightly annoyed tone, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one side.

“Hey, I know that slightly annoyed tone,” the voice called out again. Osino emerged from behind one of the rafters and swiftly descended to the lower deck, swinging off the power conduits on her way down.

“What in the name of the Void is a ‘Drell’?” Urd replied, tracking Osino as she climbed down. “There she is. The little kidnapper.”

“Kidnap nothing, that was a high-value criminal target,” Osino said indignantly, effortlessly dropping behind Sosa’Numos with her arms crossed, glaring at the Krogan.

“It was the Terminus systems! There are no laws there, how can there be criminals?!” The krogan reluctantly lowered his weapon, now that Sosa was in the way, and glowered at Osino.

“By Arashu, am I going to have to worry about this merc trying to crack my skull open?” she said to Sosa’Numos. “Again??”

“Probably, if you keep trying to steal things!” Urd snapped as Ruzad descended to watch the Drell again.

“Keelah, we are off to a great start,” Sosa’Numos sighed, returning her posture to the bubbly personality that would become the normal face the others would see. She took a step forwards toward the Krogan, holding a hand out in greeting, disregarding the argument between the two for the time being. “My name is Sosa’Numos nar Suram, and I am going to be your captain!” she greeted in an otherwise bubbly tone despite having been annoyed a few seconds prior.

“And I would appreciate it if you did not vent anyone out into space or crack their skull open without my express permission,” the quarian finished, doing her best to defuse the situation before it got to her nerves too much.

“I...guess.” Urd agreed, with some difficulty. He turned his attention to focus more on Sosa, while Ruzad kept aimed directly at the Drell. His expression brightened, and he patted the Varren plushie on his hip as he reorganized his focus from the thief to the captain. “The Captain! Just the person I was wanting to see before the thief showed up! I’ve put in several requests for Varren and Kakliosaurs that have been erroneously rejected. I’m sure you’ll agree that both of those animals offer not only increased tactical flexibility to the squad and a way to lessen the teams reliance on easily knocked out electronics, but also have proven to increase the morale of the teams they are assigned with by several multitudes. Especially the specific Varren and Kakliosaur I’m requesting. Sparky and Grumpy are of the highest quality breeds of their respective species and have temperaments that would make even the kindest human ‘dog’ look-”

“If you three need a moment,” Osino interjected, leaning against the captain, “I still need to go over the upper bulkheads to check the shock dampeners. Especially if we’re turning this place into a zoo or something. Not that I’d mind, I have a Varren of my own back home, just-”

“Alright!” Eustace called out, his eye only now having stopped twitching since Urd had used an impropmtu abbreviation of his name. “First of all, it is Yeoman Dar Adal to you, Mr. Urdnot.” he said, before turning to the trio at large. Now he could of course do his best to mimic them and if they were needed Eustace was more than happy to appeal to any kind of people, but three of the playful sort in one space made his trigger finger itchy. Perhaps he shouldn’t have rejected Captaincy, after all then he’d have more authority in telling C-Sec “no” when he was getting such nonsense forked onto his plate. “The Drell Osino Kael is to be our Engineer and so is Mr. Urdnot Shephurd, the first person to continue to make a problem out of this is going to get kicked into the void between the wings of the Citadel. All of you were hired on the assumption you wouldn’t behave like fucking incontinent children. Now it would not be hard to call the office back on C-Sec, have the two boys just escorting our dearest Captain come back here, yeah?” he said, looking between the Drell and the Krogan.

“You’re not getting paid to have a go at each other but by all that’s holy I’m getting paid to kick your asses should you fall out of line. Now then, introduce yourselves to the Captain oh dearest employees.”

Urd looked between Eustace and Osino a few times before pointing a finger back at the source of his ire. “That’s a Drell? What’s wrong with her neck? Why does it look like she’s been cut? Nevermind, I don’t want to know.” He straightened up to a rough approximation of standing at attention and faced Sosa. “Urdnot Shepurd, call me Urd. Combat Engineer, the only one you’re going to need.” He gave a dismissive side eye at Osino.

“Powerful biotic, as both of my great ancestors Urdnot Wrex and Shiagur were. If you need something broken, send me in and stand back. If you want it fixed, I can do that too. You’ve got the best krogan in the galaxy aboard Captain.”

“Sounds like you’ll be more than useful to have around, Urd,” Sosa’Numos stated happily now that Eustace had sorted out the situation. She looked over to the drell that had been invading her space for the past few moments before giving out a little giggle as she adjusted her body to face her, though it was more of a pivot on the spot. The Quarian spoke to her in a teasing manner, “Listen, if you want to be this close to me you are going to have to get me some delicious dextro-food. Or give as much information as I desire.”

“Well, if you insist,” Osino began, only to break off and take a step back after a rather nasty look from Eustace. “Er, well you heard the angry one. Osino Kael, engineer, combat specialist, infiltration expert, part-time gravity defyer. Don’t know about being the best drell in the galaxy, but I’m fairly comfortable saying I’m at least in the top five.”Glancing over to the mass effect drive, she kicked the metal component she dropped earlier and lobbed it at the conduit overhead, which roared to life as the power level spiked back to normal. “Make that top three,” Osino said proudly, checking her work on the omni-tool. Urd scoffed while Eustace pinched the bridge of his nose.

The Captain watched as Osino did this before looking back down to her, speaking a bit of a neutral tone, “I’d advise you make sure that part doesn’t come off its place.”

“The ship was in perfect order when requisitioned.” Eustace sighed. “Can I trust you two to play nice henceforth?” the man asked. “But not to play with a very expensive ship?”

“I won’t hit the thief unless I catch her stealing something, if that’s what you’re asking.” Urd said, begrudgingly, as he waved at Ruzad. The drone beeped in response and flew back up, resuming its scans of the upper area. “But there’s already a few problems I noticed that will be mentioned in my next requisitions. ‘Perfect’ is far from what the Weiro is. Functional works better.” He gave one more annoyed look at Osino before turning around and lumbering back to the console. “I’ll resume my scans unless you’ve anything else you wish of me.”

“Whatever you happen to dislike about the Weiro doesn’t change the fact that the order of things on it was perfect when we got it. I do hope that it still works by the time we have to get to our first assignment.” Eustace stated as he slowly relaxed. “That’ll be all, thank you.” the Yeoman said to the Krogan before turning to the Drell expecting a similar response.

“I actually think the ship’s fine, just there’s a lot of vulnerabilities that need patching up before we get going,” Osino said, going over the data on her omni-tool again. “If someone like me came along-”

“Buh-buh-buh, someone like you did come along. You going to play nice with the good Mr. Shephurd or not?” Eustace said.

“I’ll be avoiding the airlocks for a few days, but sure I can work with him.” Osino smirked at the Krogan. “If he’s as good at working the engines as he is swinging that hammer around, we’ll be in great shape.”

“I am! Also, pick up your drink. It’s still all over the ground from when you threw it at me!” Urd yelled over his shoulder, not looking back at the others.

“Well that’s your own fault!” Osino sniped back.

“BUH-BUH-BUH” Eustace repeated, much louder over the Drell. He didn’t want an exhibition of the blood rage in these ever so expensive Engines, and he just hoped the Krogan wouldn’t hear what Osino said over the human’s interruption. “Right. That’s good enough for me.” Eustace said, turning to Sosa with a shrug. “I’ll be going to my office.” He announced to the Captain. “If you need me just call me up. The rest of the crew should be less… colourful, for the most part. I have some last minute paperwork to burn through, then we’re off.” he said, giving a lazy and quite frankly sarcastic salute before walking off hoping that the moment he was gone there wouldn’t be a display of biotic pyrotechnics.

Sosa’Numos watched Eustace walk away, looking over at Osino before shaking her head with a slight sigh. The captain began to walk following Eustace’s steps out of the Engine Room, but not before stopping and turning to Urd. “If you two play nice enough and you give me a full report as to why I should convince C-Sec to get your animals, then I will see about getting your varren and… other thing! Also make sure that piece is fit in place, Osino!” Without another word, the Quarian turned her back to the two engineers and began her hunt to meet the other crew.

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

Introductions: I

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Starring: @Andreyich@Lauder

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Sosa’Numos would be guided down the long hallways of the Citadel flanked on either side by a CSec guard. The walk would go on for quite some time until at last they reached a docking bay that had the faintest of scratchings of a cross under a circle under its number “49”, the sign that it was the one that held the Weiro. Spotting the guards Eustace raised a hand in something halfway between a salute and a wave finishing the last of whatever he was drinking and then throwing it into the small segment of abyss between ship and space station.

“Thank you officers, I’ll take it from here.” he announced, motioning them away. A slight smirk came across the human’s face as he held his hands behind his back. “Sosa’Numos, a pleasure. I am Eustace Dar Adal and this is the Weiro. Are you ready for your first assignment?” He would query, pressing his hands on the biometric scanner that opened the doors into the vessel. “On Earth we say ‘ladies first’.”

The new captain of the Weiro looked at Eustace for a mere moment before looking into the ship, almost giddy with excitement to be at the helm of one of her people’s ships. She seemed to almost disregard Eustace, except for the brief gaze, namely due to her clearly being more interested in the ship itself, because she has yet to actually set foot upon it due to CSec being concerned she would have run. When the two escorting guards had turned their backs, she was hopping back and forth upon her legs before she ran in. As she reached the secondary door, Sosa’Numos finally looked back at the human almost exclaiming, her bubbly voice holding true through her helmet, “Come on! I know your role is Mission Control, keep up!”

As Eustace followed her he pressed his omni-tool a few times, before the digital orange form of the device disappeared. “You should have been debriefed on the ship before but I have sent you all the clearances for it now.” he said. “Oh, and your friend is here.” he announced, closing the door behind himself. “The Geth I mean, Seraph.” he said. “We haven’t been able to requisition much for it yet. But you have a Captain’s cabin to yourself. You have about a day to familiarize with the place while the last preparations are being done, then we’ll have to get to work. I suggest we meet the crew.”

Sosa’Numos turned towards Eustace, a grin forming under her helmet as she stepped close to him almost invading his personal space as the barely visible eyes from behind the visor met his. “And to think a little bit ago you were arresting me for harassing a noodle bar,” she stated, the orange glow of her Omni-Tool coming to life as she suddenly repostured herself into a bit more of a professional stance. She would give a slight giggle, as she walked into the ship proper without looking up from her Omni-Tool until finally leaning against a wall and facing Eustace, though still clearly looking at her Omni-Tool.

“Y’Know, Eustace, I’m surprised they put you on Mission Control and not Hovius, given that he tends to be the one to always have to deal with my paperwork,” she laughed, finally deactivating her Omni-Tool to look at the human. Her hip pressed against the wall as she crossed her arms, a sly look clearly coming across her face as she mentioned one of the officers that would typically bring her in for doing something stupid.

“Citadel Security Officer Hovius is unavailable for the position, Captain Sosa’Numos,” a Geth tone chimes in from a nearby overhead speaker. “Welcome aboard the W-178. Crew have already taken to calling it the Weiro. It is a Frigate that is equipped with Thanix batteries and GARDIAN hardware. You will find it is highly modular and will be an acceptable form of transportation and light space battles for the coming missions. If you have any questions relating to the ship, virtual logistics, or the mission, I can assist you wherever you are.”

The quarian jumped at the sound of Seraphim’s voice coming through the overhead speaker, momentarily looking around to try and find the platform before looking at her Omni-Tool again. It was clear that she was already putting the skills that CSec knew greatly of to use as she fiddled through the ship’s systems remotely. She paused and looked over to Eustace, “You never told me that he uploaded himself into the ship.”

Eustace’ smile widened as Sosa got close to him, flicking her on her visor at about where the ridge of her nose would be. “The Geth is right in a sense. Personal reasons with poor Hovius were a factor too.” Then he too leaned against the wall, folding his arms nonchalantly; if a posture could whistle an innocent tune then this one would be. “It's a Geth, they can do that. I thought you’d take it as a matter of course.” he said. “Regardless, you’re being given a second chance, I hope you take it well. I know you don’t want a babysitter, so don’t make me have to be one and we’ll all have a nice time, yeah?” he said. “Let’s go to the Engines. Get the essay about Varren out the way now. Uhh….” Eustace paused, knowing this didn’t make much sense right now. “You’ll see what I mean. Come on, let’s go.” the man continued, motioning with his head and a hand to follow.

“Okay?” Sosa’Numos said in a bit more of a confused manner, she had a slight idea of what Eustace may have been talking about but one could never be too sure. The quarian followed Eustace, keeping her hands behind her back as she kept looking around, taking in the scenery of the ship that had been made by her people. Though, Sosa’Numos figured it would be polite to make some semblance of small chat as the two walked through the admittedly empty halls of the ship, a jokingly sarcastic tone coming to her, “Also what makes you think I’ll do anything that would warrant a babysitter, mister Csec?”

He laughed, picking up the same tone as Sosa. “Oh nothing, nothing save perhaps the fact I’ve had promotions on account of pulling you in by the scruff of your neck.”

“Wait… you got promotions from me?” Sosa’Numos asked in a genuinely surprised manner before crossing her arms and giving a demeanor of pouting. She kept her visor looking away from Eustace as they walked, seeming offended as she talked, speaking in a tone that would convey heartbreak, “I can’t believe you were just using me. Doing exactly as I would have done…”

She looked back over at the human, “I’ve taught you so much!”

“You make it sound like you’re proud of being used.” the man retorted with a snicker.

“Hey! I’m not the one who defends false noodle recipes!” Sosa’Numos countered, lightheartedly teasing the poor man before bringing up her Omni-Tool once more to look at things. Admittedly, while she was more than happy to deal with Eustace, really she was far more interested in learning more about the ship and those who would be under her command. Her tone became a bit more serious as she spoke, though retaining the bubbly nature of her facet, “So, do you want to tell me about the Varren essay?”

“I’ll let its author speak for itself.” said Eustace, ignoring the noodles comment while leading the duo to the Engines.

World of Light

Writing Ellis but still undecided on if hes the best guy

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

Preamble

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Starring: @Lucky@Lauder

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"Miss Sosa'Numos nar Suram, why is it that when I wake up in the morning that I half expect your file to be placed on my desk?" the voice of a turian came from the other side of the cell. This caused the quarian to turn her head from her position, laying upon the seating bench and only giving a laugh to the C-Sec officer. This particular officer had grown to see the mischief maker that was Sosa'Numos quite often during his time upon the Citadel as of late, each offense being strange and requiring a mind-numbing amount of paperwork.

"Maybe it's because you like me?" Sosa responded with a giggle, as she lifted herself from her laid down position. She sauntered over the glass wall, hands behind her back as if to indicate a proper lady was hidden beneath the mask. Her head cocked to the side before she asked, "Do you not miss me when I'm away?"

"The only time I like seeing you is when you are walking through those doors and getting away from me," the turian replied, sighing at the Quarian. His eyes went to the floor as he rubbed his temples out of the annoyance that this woman brought along with her. The officer took in a breath before finally meeting Sosa's gaze, his emotionless stare all to prevalent for Sosa's liking. He knew exactly what her game was, knowing that she would try to persuade him into letting her go with a slap on the wrist just so he would not have to deal with her.

"That said, it's your lucky day. Your bail has been payed," the officer said, his face contorting into what Sosa would have to guess to be a smile. Though, the words were the biggest shock to her as she had never had anyone pay for her bail as she'd always have to transfer her own money over. Curiosity began to envelope her mind, wondering who would be trying to get onto her good side by helping her.

"But who-," she started.

"I'm sure you'll find out. You do like finding things out yourself, right?" the officer teased as the door opened, allowing the Quarian to go free. As she exited, the officer gave a sly line of words, "Remember to gather your things from Simmons on your way out."

Standing in the front office is the imposing figure of a silver and blue statue; or rather, a Geth Prime waiting patiently for the arrival of a certain Quarian from detainment. Officer Simmons dutifully keeps busy behind her desk, though she can't seem to help glancing at the large robot that is respectfully keeping out of the high traffic area. With the slick hss of the door leading past the desk comes Officer Reban's recently-familiar voice. "Remember to gather your things from Simmons on your way out."

Expectantly, Seraph's head peers in the Quarian's direction, a quiet whir of servos for such an intricate and bulky being. There is a ring of smaller lights that encircle a singular large light, dimmed somewhat even in the sanitary-white structure. It doesn't even raise one of its heavy arms as it identifies Sosa'Numos.

"Sosa'Numos nar Suram," its gaze is fixed on the Quarian as she moves, turning its body with her approach. "A pleasure to see you healthy in captivity." Enough dealing on the Citadel has allowed Seraph to pick up on the pleasantries for ease in social interactions. The comment is not meant to be tongue-in-cheek.

"Sosa'Numos nar Suram?" The Turian behind the desk takes initiative on retrieving the bin that holds her personal effects as the Quarian is released. She places it on the surface and slides the bin beneath the security window with a tablet for sign-out. "Please gather your belongings before you leave," she says with practiced manner.

The Quarian stopped, looking at the large figure of the Geth Prime that had stated her name. It was clear that Sosa'Numos had a more than confused face behind her mask as it took her a moment to process the presence of the Geth. She looked over towards Officer Simmons motioning to the Geth to find answers, but the C-Sec officer merely shrugged in response.

With a huff, Sosa'Numos looked back to the Prime before finally asking in a semi-annoyed tone, "Do I know you?"

The Prime turns ever so slightly, its head mimicking a slight rotation. Its joints all begin to bend as it lowers its body to be as close in height as it can Sosa; at this point it looks like it is fully sitting in some crouched position.

"You may recognize my designation: Seraph." Its tone has no deflection, only reverb.

“Seraphim... Seraphim,” Sosa’Numos contemplated the name, snapping her fingers as she said the name to try and force a memory to come to her. She looked directly into the Geth’s eye before she would repeat the name one last time, her voice inflicting a bit of happiness as it came out of her mouth.

“Seraphim!”

It had been a fair bit since she had to remember the name, and it had been much longer since she had anything to prompt such a memory. The Quarian put her arms behind her back as she went to speak, though her eyes did look towards Simmons and she could only give a small laugh.

“Let’s get out of here before catching up,” Sosa’Numos said, walking past Seraphim to gather her effects from the patiently waiting C-Sec officer. It was not much, in fact it little more than restoring her Omni-tool, making sure that it was working properly after being confiscated after an unknown number of times. The Quarian signed the tablet before turning and walking towards the exit of the precinct with a light skip in her step.

The massive unit stands to its height as the Quarian leaves, giving only a single nod in response to her suggestion. Its gaze stops on Simmons as it turns, though shortly it begins its following of Sosa. It hunkers down some as it crosses the doors out of C-Sec's waiting area, precisely low enough so as not to bump or scuff its pristine white. It allows a pause as they make some distance from the office, gait and stature stoic and purposeful. Most pedestrians quickly step aside, fearing that the behemoth would not see or care about stepping on them.

Finally it speaks, "Sosa'Numos. According to my research on the ExtraNet, your adventures have led you, once again, into the confines of Citadel Security. This seems counter-intuitive to the way you exercise your free will."

"They just don't know how to have fun, Seraph," Sosa'Numos stated with a light-hearted chuckled as she looked onto her omni-tool, typing in a few words before the orange hue of the tool disappeared before she would look up. Her walk showed that she knew precisely where she was going, being on the Citadel for quite some time since she had settled down from her time galivanting around the galaxy of an information broker, not that she technically stopped since she still needed money to live that is. However, she kept it small-scale and legal, doing her best to avoid eyes despite her constant in and out of the C-Sec holding cells. Of course, there was very little that she knew she could before she would be shipped off to some penal colony so she made sure that what she did could be taken as a prank just so she wouldn't get thrown behind bars forever.

She continued walking, though she spoke to Seraphim, "So, how have you been, Seraph? I see you finally have a body now that you aren't maintaining my suit environment!"

"Affirmative. I tended to your kind's suits for four years after we parted. Additional VI were allocated to my platform as I was assigned to be a liaison of sorts to the Citadel. This is a recent development." Seraph simply walks alongside the Quarian, in a manner of following wherever she felt like leading them. He watched her as she did some inputs with her omni-tool and decided it irrelevant for the moment.

"I am in a refurbished Prime platform. The exact reason is unclear, although I suspect that it is related to my releasing you from detainment." As they walk, his head is rarely turned from her. An almost unnerving amount of staring, some may say.

"That reminds me," the Quarian started, looking over the Geth as the two walked, "How exactly did you get the credits to pay for my bail?"

"To be able to act independently, one must have a sum of credits. I have never worked a job, unlike most organics, but the collective has entrusted with me with funds to do what I need."

"I didn't think the Geth even have credits," Sosa'Numos murmured, wondering what the Geth did to get credits, regardless, she swept the thought away as the two walked. The smaller of the two stopped, thinking to herself for a moment before inquiring, "Would you need help acting as a 'liaison'?"

The Geth opted not to comment on her murmur, assuming it to be a moment of reflection rather than a direction question. Seraph stops his gait as soon as Sosa'Numos does, his head fixed on her and his body turning to match. His ocular panel watches expectantly until she speaks.

"Affirmative. I sought you out as I have been requested to find a suitable companion. Our past experiences together, as well as evidence collected on the ExtraNet, inform me that your skillset will prove beneficial."

Sosa’Numos went silent for the moment as she took in the words of the Prime. Her gaze went up and down amongst his form as she silently pondered his words. The Quarian nervously began to tap her foot upon the ground before the words nearly burst from her mouth.

“How much do you about me?” The Quarian asked with a nervous breath the tapping of her foot quickening.

"Only your public record, courtesy of Citadel Security, and our time together on Rannoch. In fact your lack of additional information has helped me come to the conclusion that your incognito work has been in play for as long as you have been around. Again, a valuable asset."

The platform is motionless as it allows for the answer to sink in, a brief pause. "Also the local restaurant proprietors have few positive reviews on your character."

Sosa'Numos let out a laugh, "What can I say? There wasn't any secret ingredient in the ramen. I had to out them at that point. Also the one Volus had it coming, wanting to bill me for a wrong order!"

"You have been blacklisted from thirty-seven eating establishments upon the Citadel, and one on Irune." It seems to rotate its head in a manner of needing clarification. "I was not aware that you have been to Irune, Sosa'Numos."

The Quarian, unbeknownst to the Geth, was blushing under her visor as she remembered her time on Irune. She turned away from Seraphim as she contemplated as to answer why she had been to the Volus planet at all. Eventually, she’d let out a sigh as she turned towards her old friend, staring at him for a few more silent moments.

“I, ugh, I had gone there to... with Rar’Jilan,” she stammered, looking down to avoid the Geth’s singular eye, “I don’t know if you know him.”

"I am unfamiliar with Rar'Jilan." Seraph watches her as she looks away, though it does turn from the Quarian as she continues not meeting his gaze. Its body stepping heavily as it faces a new direction, it begins their walk again; this time toward the promenade. "Is that an acquaintance of yours?"

Sosa'Numos was hesitant to answer, "Of sorts."

She looked back to the building behind her, then took her gaze the Seraphim where she shifted her weight to one side. The quarian walked towards the Prime, looking up at his flashlight of an eye before holding up a hand to Seraphim. It was clear that it was a sigh for a handshake, even a simple Geth program would understand that.

"It was good to see you again, Seraphim. If you need me, I live in these little hab-spaces. I look forwards to helping you!"

Having observed norms for greetings and farewells over the many years, it is simply second nature to the Geth. It lowers itself a few feet to make the gesture more comfortable for Sosa and takes her offered hand. With a firm and careful shake, it nods its head.

"Mutual feelings, Sosa'Numos nar Suram. We will interact again soon." With this, it retracts its arm and resumes its full height. Seraph simply turns and walks away to some other part of the Citadel.

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