Made up some information about this mission in my latest post.
Let me know if you guys want to change or add anything, and I can either edit my post or just proceed for now.
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Sarnella felt the slight jolt of the ship as they propelled through the relay, which was rather amazing considering how fast they must have really been going. She looked up from her station and watched the busy crewmen take their places. They went directly to their consoles and assumed an impressive down-to-business demeanor, faces drawn taut and fingers flashing across various controls.
Just when Sarnella was beginning to wonder exactly where the ship was headed, the human commander approached her. His footsteps were hard and heavy against the metal floors. He came to a stop next to the asari specialist. His cold stone-like eyes focused on her from under the shadow of his military cap. Sarnella straightened and gave him a salute. He responded with a curt nod, then turned to the galaxy map and held down a button for the intercom.
"This is your commander. We are headed toward the Caleston Rift in the Talava System for a rescue mission. Combat specialists, report to the conference room on deck one A-S-A-P." He removed his hand from the button and directed his gritty voice toward Sarnella. "I've forwarded you all the files on this current mission. Familiarize yourself with the information."
"Yes, sir," Sarnella obediently replied. She watched him go, his arms barely moving beside his blocky torso as he walked toward the elevator. She wasn't a big fan of the commander yet; he seemed unduly cold and hardened, though Sarnella supposed she preferred that over wishy-washy authority. It did irk her a bit that he had told her to get to know the mission, since that was in her job description and she knew to do it already. She filed the thought away; she would give the commander more time before forming any more judgments about him, purely out of hope that he wasn't the total hard-ass he seemed to be.
Her fingers flit across her console, opening and scrolling through various documents pertaining to their mission. Speed-reading was a handy talent in her line of work; she was able to get through most of the information in five minutes. They were headed toward a colony in the Talava System called Benry. The first thing she checked was the atmosphere. Turians, humans, and krogan wouldn't need survival masks, but the volus would, as usual. The area they were headed to was a station in the southernmost part of a triangle-shaped continent. The area was colored by plentiful plant life and mountains, most of which had pathways carved into them by the settlers. The rest of the colony had been evacuated, but this station had gone dark just an hour prior to their planned departure. The files said the station was where the colony's militia was based, which would explain why they were evacuated last. There had been reports of Reaper cannibals, similar to the ones seen on earth. Sarnella wondered what else might be lurking amidst the dense vegetation of Benry.
She frowned; she didn't feel entirely comfortable with such a small amount of information. She would have to rely on the ground team to be her eyes and ears and, while they were investigating or fighting off Reaper scouts, she'd have to make sense of their observations. She called up the doctor from her console. She ordered up Dr. Crowley to the command center to go through the files on Benry's insect life with her. She wanted to know if any of the insects could infect the crew with any kind of chemical that might harm them, and Crowley was the closest thing to an expert aboard the Unity.
Just when Sarnella was beginning to wonder exactly where the ship was headed, the human commander approached her. His footsteps were hard and heavy against the metal floors. He came to a stop next to the asari specialist. His cold stone-like eyes focused on her from under the shadow of his military cap. Sarnella straightened and gave him a salute. He responded with a curt nod, then turned to the galaxy map and held down a button for the intercom.
"This is your commander. We are headed toward the Caleston Rift in the Talava System for a rescue mission. Combat specialists, report to the conference room on deck one A-S-A-P." He removed his hand from the button and directed his gritty voice toward Sarnella. "I've forwarded you all the files on this current mission. Familiarize yourself with the information."
"Yes, sir," Sarnella obediently replied. She watched him go, his arms barely moving beside his blocky torso as he walked toward the elevator. She wasn't a big fan of the commander yet; he seemed unduly cold and hardened, though Sarnella supposed she preferred that over wishy-washy authority. It did irk her a bit that he had told her to get to know the mission, since that was in her job description and she knew to do it already. She filed the thought away; she would give the commander more time before forming any more judgments about him, purely out of hope that he wasn't the total hard-ass he seemed to be.
Her fingers flit across her console, opening and scrolling through various documents pertaining to their mission. Speed-reading was a handy talent in her line of work; she was able to get through most of the information in five minutes. They were headed toward a colony in the Talava System called Benry. The first thing she checked was the atmosphere. Turians, humans, and krogan wouldn't need survival masks, but the volus would, as usual. The area they were headed to was a station in the southernmost part of a triangle-shaped continent. The area was colored by plentiful plant life and mountains, most of which had pathways carved into them by the settlers. The rest of the colony had been evacuated, but this station had gone dark just an hour prior to their planned departure. The files said the station was where the colony's militia was based, which would explain why they were evacuated last. There had been reports of Reaper cannibals, similar to the ones seen on earth. Sarnella wondered what else might be lurking amidst the dense vegetation of Benry.
She frowned; she didn't feel entirely comfortable with such a small amount of information. She would have to rely on the ground team to be her eyes and ears and, while they were investigating or fighting off Reaper scouts, she'd have to make sense of their observations. She called up the doctor from her console. She ordered up Dr. Crowley to the command center to go through the files on Benry's insect life with her. She wanted to know if any of the insects could infect the crew with any kind of chemical that might harm them, and Crowley was the closest thing to an expert aboard the Unity.
Awesome.
Can I ask what time zones everyone's in? I'm EST
Can I ask what time zones everyone's in? I'm EST
Cool. If you want you can just write in that the commander told you to fly to ___ planet in the Terminus systems.
Fabricant, can you fly us out to say the Terminus systems or somewhere when you're ready? We can invent a mission for there
That is fine. When you say "go out in a blaze of glory," do you mean he's going to die or he's going to be, say, critically wounded and has to be hospitalized on the Citadel for a long time?
I'm looking over the abilities of all the combat specialists so I can think up a mission that would put all of them to good use.
That's a good point, I like it.
Once our pilot gets us off the Citadel, I'll have Sarnella and Kruschov talk, and then we'll head towards our mission, whatever exactly we decide it to be.
Once our pilot gets us off the Citadel, I'll have Sarnella and Kruschov talk, and then we'll head towards our mission, whatever exactly we decide it to be.
On the exterior, Sarnella was as composed as the person next to her. Inside, she was buzzing with nervousness. She was never a fan of these military ceremonies. She thought they were too flashy and too impersonal to ever mean anything. Every single time she had to participate in one of these ceremonies, her and her colleagues would commiserate about the uselessness of such things afterward, with the exception of funeral and memorial services.
She snapped upright and brought her hand to her brow in a salute. She wasn't sure who exactly she was saluting, though she supposed the gesture was directed towards the audience: a mix of politicians, reporters, and who knows who else. The thought that a salute might be going to people who weren't necessarily deserving of her respect disappointed her, but she would play this game so long as these people provided something for the fight against the Reapers.
As she stood with her hand frozen above her eyes, she wondered what her group must look like from the other side. She imagined the most mismatched group she could; Krogan physique next to Volus, her own purple skin juxtaposed with the gray Turian beside her. Did they look imposing and inspirational or absolutely ridiculous? It wouldn't matter; she had read all their files, and she knew the people aboard this vessel were all very capable. She had familiarized herself with their histories, abilities, and duties aboard the ship. It was her job to know the capabilities of those around her. Their lives often depended on it.
Nikolas Kruschov concluded his speech and, as rehearsed, the crew made their way into the ship. Sarnella joined the queue of crewmen making their way through the airlock, each one only needing a second to be decontaminated by the scanner (the Citadel was very clean to begin with). Upon entering the body of the ship, a familiar feeling stirred inside her bones. The sleek interior, the glowing control interfaces, and the elaborate construction of the Command Center brought her back to her Thessian military days. It held the promise of two things: danger and dedication. The first Sarnella could handle. The second she depended on. She desperately needed something to devote herself to; her last three years of aimless existence had nearly driven her insane. The jitters rattling her bones were a thing of excitement, not apprehension.
She noticed a group of aliens forming off to the side. She noticed that it was a rather hilarious poster image of the cooperation the project was trying to promote. She considered making her way over to join them, but she figured there were enough in the group already. Sarnella decided to make her way to her station instead. There was a metal ring in the center of the Command Center. It had several control panels built into it and a large projection system bolted to the floor. She fiddled with the buttons. A large holographic map of the galaxy beamed up into the space above the metal ring. She gave a nod of approval and assumed her position at the main panel, looking up from the control interface every now and then to watch the group of Combat Specialists conversing a few feet away.
Just got home (finally). I'm going to catch up on the IC and post something soon.
What are you guys thinking for a first mission? I'm thinking something that can be completed fairly shortly, but still be elaborate enough to give everyone something to do. We should brainstorm ideas.
One idea I have is that the Unity goes to some colony to evacuate it before Reapers hit it (let's say Reapers have been hitting nearby colonies), and we get there only a few hours before Reaper soldiers swoop in.
Just an idea. What do you guys think?
What are you guys thinking for a first mission? I'm thinking something that can be completed fairly shortly, but still be elaborate enough to give everyone something to do. We should brainstorm ideas.
One idea I have is that the Unity goes to some colony to evacuate it before Reapers hit it (let's say Reapers have been hitting nearby colonies), and we get there only a few hours before Reaper soldiers swoop in.
Just an idea. What do you guys think?
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