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Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

And I know what Ken's is :p

Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

Damn. I am already imagining this to be like ME 2 and their little suicide mission. So many of us have the possibility of dying with untied ends!

Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

"Where am I?" A quarian asked, standing in the middle of endless darkness as he looked around in confusion, the only source of light being the soft glow from inside his opaque mask. Instinctively, he reached for his omnitool- But it wasn't there. In fact, he was just realizing he had no weapons and no equipment.

Drip.

"I guess I have to move now." He said softly, slowly lifting his head to be surprised. Instead of darkness, he now saw a panoramic view of the Homeworld, a small town on the horizon, far away, with a few lonely houses dotting the landscape. Insects flew around, and the sunlight shone upon a lake in the distance.

Drip.

"Ken, let's keep moving." A voice called for Ken, as synthesized and masculine as Ken's while also being slightly higher pitched. Ken turned to look at the owner of the voice, and smiled to himself as he saw one of his fellow soldiers, carrying an average and outdated M-8 Avenger rifle and carrying a small bag of medical supplies. Ken followed him as he walked, off into the nearby plains. After minutes of walking, his friend perked up and stopped, gripping his rifle tightly. Ken did the same thing, looking around for sign of danger.

Then a gunshot was heard, followed by the cracking of glass and a limp body hitting the ground in a softened thump. Somehow, Ken knew... But as soon as he turned, he confirmed it. His friends, on the ground. Shot cleanly through the head.

Drip.

Then he heard more cracking glass.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

_______

The loud and rather annoying alarm blared off right next to Ken's head, waking the sleepy and confused quarian up in an instant. He noted the need to change the alarm's tone before he blew an artery at the surprise, and quickly got up and out of his bed, turning off the aforementioned alarm and retrieving his face mask from the sterilizing machine, donning it on after taking in a last breath of the clean, sterilized bedroom air.

"That was a nice deal." He mentioned, his voice changing from dull to synthesized and clear as the face mask's functions activated fully.

"Sure, it's not big or luxurious, but it was made with quarians in mind! You were lucky to find this, Ken." He told himself, chuckling as he stretched out and entered the personal sterilization room and getting his own body and suit fully cleaned in an instant.

"So..." He began, "Council Meeting today. Thanks for the reminder, Omni-Tool."

And with that, Ken'Koris made his bed, made sure to leave everything organized, and grabbed his personal M-5 Predator handgun, holstering it before pressing a button besides the small studio apartment's airlock and nodding to himself as the process started. In no time he'd be at the Council meeting, ready for his next assignment.

_____

By the time Ken had arrived at the Meeting, some others were there already. He had read some of the documents, and some he knew who they were, like the Geth, but most were strangers to him. He did have a certain feeling of hesitation towards working with a Geth, but he could do nothing about it yet. So after getting through the initial greetings, he joined the line in the front, which was where he was instructed to stay.

Eventually, rather late, a... Rather unprofessional looking Turian came into the meeting room, with signs of slight alcoholic intoxication. Though he couldn't particularly smell the air around him to feel the Turian brandy scent, he knew that he had been drinking. His feelings towards this Turian were mixed, but he knew better than to judge too harshly, so he stayed Silent and at attention.

Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

Whew, I can just imagine Ken interacting with the Geth...

Ken'Koris: What the hell are you trying to say? I treat the Geth just like I treat every other guy out there!

Yeah, sure. Remember that time you 'accidentally' deactivated a Geth program database?

Ken: It WAS an accident! I was running around and BAM! This crazy Geth stumbled into me and sent me flying towards the console! It's not my fault that I wasn't as heavy as one of them!

I'm pretty sure the console was about twenty meters away from that 'crazy Geth'

Ken: ... Screw you.

You can't, you'd likely catch a lethal sickness if you did as much as take that fine mask of yours off!

Ken: ... Double screw you.

Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

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

Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

Ken

Name:
Ken'Koris vas Yaska

Race:
Quarian

Call sign/ nickname:
Officially, it's Arrowhead, but he keeps telling people to call him 'Ken' instead.

Age:
26

Weight:
181 lbs, 82 kg.

Height:
5'8

Appearance:

Sometimes he will wear a few buttons on his chest. These vary from Shepard-era recruiting campaigns to buttons picturing Tali'Zorah as Shepard's crew member or one of the many Flotilla spaceships.

Personality:
Ken'Koris is a very outgoing and sociable Quarian, always looking for the right moment to speak with others and make new friends, often quickly warming up to them and treating them like the family he never had just after a few weeks of knowing them. He attacks problems head-on, letting feelings guide his rational mind, effectively mixing the two and often coming out of problems in an ethical (yet sometimes brutal) way. His profession has many times led him to dangerous places and many near-death situations, which have bolstered his natural courage and inner strength. Oh, and he's also straight-forward. He's got repressed depression issues deep down ever since having to escape from his parents.

Class:
Soldier.

Powers:
Adrenaline Rush, Concussive Shot, Fitness, Combat Mastery, Disruptor Ammo, Incendiary Ammo, Grenade.

Biography:
Born in 24 A.B.E to a family of stable position in the Homeworld due to their status as renowned mechanics, Ken'Koris always had whatever it is he needed. Brought up and educated to become the next big mechanic, Ken never really liked the dull and uninteresting long hours of tinkering with machines- Beings that didn't even speak or think.

The prospects of having such a boring life in the future always turned Ken off, and he often managed to find ways to get himself into trouble- Fun trouble. Exploring, petting unknown creatures, disturbing swarms of insects. The kind of trouble that a kid could cause to have fun in a place where isolation from the Galaxy was the norm.So the years passed with Ken banding up with other kids to explore and play while he was free, and studying boring subjects while he was at home. Eventually, at the age of fifteen, Ken decided to let his parents know of his decision. He'd told them that he'd join the Quarian Army. Not because of any ideal, but because through all of his life, he had seen some dangers in his Homeworld. Dangers that had to be controlled if they would have a chance at living in peace.

But his wish was denied. His parents, worried about his safety, prevented him from joining the army, crushing his dreams for the first time. A year passed, with Ken's resentment growing each day. When his sixteenth birthday came, he was fed up. Tired of being forced to study something he didn't even like, he escaped, and with the help of one of his friends, he managed to get a pass off-world in a not very trustworthy ship. The ship moved for days, stopping only when it needed to refuel or resupply in one or or another pirate station.

Eventually he ended up in the Citadel, landing a job with a very shady man. The job was simple. He would stand in front of doors, carrying a pistol and pretending to protect whatever was behind. Surely, he never actually knew what was behind the doors, but it was a job that fed him and allowed him to rent a place. A meager living, poor and barely hygienic enough to not die of exposure... But it was a living nonetheless.

it was in the Citadel that he came into contact with Galactic History, after going to a museum and finding out about Tali'Zorah and Shepard, and the many other crew members that helped save the Galaxy all those years ago. From that moment, he did whatever he could to get enough credits to start a small collection of relics of the ReaperInvasion and Shepard's bravery. Eventually they were the only possessions he had that he felt he was connected to.

Weeks passed, months even, and everything was fine, until one fateful day, he heard screams, agonizing screams from behind the doors. Naturally, he was scared, wary, and after minutes of hearing the screams, when his partner went off into the restroom, he left.

He was quick to contact his few friends and get a passage off the Citadel with whatever credits he had left, and returned to the Homeworld.

It was easily a year after his original escape, and once he arrived, without meeting his parents, and never planning to, he was gladly accepted into the army. He went through boot camp, medicine classes, three years of outstanding service in field of Search & Destroy and Reconnaissance, two years in Spec Ops training, followed by three more years of outstanding field service as an Special Operative.

His service gathered the attention of the Citadel Council, and he was discreetly offered to be recruited into the ranks of the Spectres. He accepted, and after a few months of Spectre training and a few missions, he was offered a place in the Normandy SR3, the reincarnation of Shepard's vessel, the reincarnation of the fine ship that allowed Tali'Zorah and Shepard to save the galaxy. He didn't waste a second in accepting the offer.

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

I've posted :P Not my best, but I'm in a block regarding Kinsakwi at the moment :c

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

KINSAKWI'TEKSA

Silence.

Why was it so terrifying now? Maybe it was the only true time that she had experienced it? She knew for sure that she had never quite gotten the technique of meditation down, as she could never actually clear her mind before... But now? This time she was clear, and it scared her. It had only been a few minutes since her encounter with the Sith Lord, and she was afraid she had changed. Things didn't quite feel the same, and she was confused.

She sighed, shaking her head and standing up to pace around her small cell. After a few minutes, she pulled a small metallic finger out of one of her new attire's pockets, looking at it intently, before pressing it lightly against the nub leftover from her actual ring finger and letting a tiny smile graze her lips.

"I still have my friends..." She whispered, but before she could continue, the familiar sound of the bulk doors of the cell block opening was heard, making Kinsakwi spur into action, hiding the finger and sitting on the cell's bed. Fifteen soldiers, all armed to the teeth, and a single one of them had an insignia marked on his chest. So many soldiers in one place couldn't be good, certainly something was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be good.

Her suspicions were proven true as the higher ranking soldier deactivated the shields and three soldiers aimed their weapons at her. For a second she froze up, staring at the barrels pointing at her oh so menacingly. Her heart rate shot through the roof, and she felt her breath quickening- At least until the officer moved to one of the cells, containing the other Twi'lek, and spoke of her worth to the Emperor, and got her executed.

"... Oh shoot..." She muttered, gathering her thoughts and keeping her breath under control while the officer kept going through the cells, each time he spoke the verdict being a moment of extreme tension. And when the officer finally reached her cell, and gave his own verdict, the relief she felt was immense. Relieved because she got to live another day? Relieved because she was told she was useful? Because she would still have a chance to live through this nightmare? She had no idea.

Then they left, with no further word. LEaving the dead Twi'lek behind... Like waste.

Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

Quarian: Uuh, yeah S'up brot.

*minutes later, to other staff*

Duuude, I swear these bots give me the heebie jeebies!

But seriously, I'll start working on the sheet now!

PS: Damned hard to choose endings! I loved all of them, but the consequences were too huge :c

Mass Effect: Spectre Strike Force

I suppose Quarians can't be Spectres, since they're not a council race, right? If so, is there any chance at having a Quarian Character? (I don't need to be a Quarian, but it'd be pretty cool :p)