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[Jedi] Tython

“What do we have here, master Vondin? Taking your padawan out at a dangerous time like this?” A male twi’lek asked, his skin a dark green, clad in the signature robes of the Jedi. A smirk on his face, a notable scar running across his right cheek all the way down to his chin. His left hand a cybernetic, eyes lit with curiosity and sarcasm. Kyla shook her head as Jedi knight Elav Chiyoa approached them.

“I’m surprised you’re not already out there Elav, its your kind of business.” She said to the scarred twi’lek as he walked up to her, giving San a brief glance.

“I was just on my way and now it seems a convenient transport appeared in front of me, and I guess you’re my chauffeur.” He joked with a deep laugh. Kyla once more shaking her head as another rare smile escaped onto her lips. Elav was a comedian, but he was a damn good Jedi as well. She’d fought alongside him in some of her later battles during the war.

“You’re San right? Be careful with your master, she climbs mountains for fun.” He added with a nod towards the Kel Dor. Then glanced back at Kyla.
“I-I don’t think she does,” San Anin said in a soft voice, the joke going over her head completely as her social awkwardness forced her to be more reclusive as she stayed close to the battlemaster. Her eyes did not leave Kyla, at least, they kept the master in her field of view as she thought of what else to say in response to Elav. Her hands continued to play with each other as she tried to clear her mind, though it seemed impossible with her nerves getting to her. Her hands stopped playing with each other as she realized what she was doing, embarrassed at being so helpless in the situation. San Anin’s mind raced as to what they might face in the Rift.

“Yep, now you’re driving, have fun. The Rift isn’t far.” Kyla replied as Elav rolled his eyes, strolling to the cockpit and sliding into the pilot’s seat.
With Elav out of the San Anin’s sight, she relaxed a bit before she found a spot to sit and cross her legs to try to meditate. Gradually, as she closed her eyes, her worries of the day began to fall away as her mind became one with the force once more. She could feel the conflict that the intruder brought to the planet as San Anin honed her mind. Never before had she felt the planet so conflicted, as if it shared the same worries of facing the dark side that the Kel Dor had.

“I’m sorry for being so shy, master,” San Anin said in an unnervingly calm voice, her eyes still closed behind her protective goggles. At least her shy nature faded away when she meditated, a natural stress relief for the reclusive padawan. “I will try to be more confident in the future,” she continued, the calm voice persisting.

“Don’t worry about it San, you have a gentle soul. There’s no shame in that. I’d rather you were calm, composed and quiet than boisterous and unpredictable.” Kyla stated with a nod, sitting across from her padawan as the shuttle door closed and the vessel rose upwards off the ground. As it rocketed up more she heard Elav exclaim something from the cockpit, over the roar of the thrusters.

“You know I’m serious, I’ve seen that battlemaster climb up one of those snow capped mountains single handedly. What do you think she does in her free time?” The twi’lek said as he pushed the controls forwards and piloted them over the very mountain range he was speaking about.

“Ignore him. He’s just ridiculous.” Kyla said to San Anin as the transport continued heading towards the Rift.

Even now the three Jedi could sense the peculiar sensations within the Force caused by the mysterious crash landing. Beneath them the planet rocked gently from a Force storm caused another arthquake, which was strong enough to topple over smaller trees and knock over shelves. She feared if they didn’t put a stop to the disturbances then these quakes would only grow in strength, literally ripping fissures in the ground at its worst point. The veteran Jedi closed her eyes, slowing her breathing as she attempted to meditate on the light side.

In her mind she saw the oceans of Tython, the waters now ravenous with waves. The deep blue seas rocked powerfully, slamming tides into the shores with increasing furiosity. In the desert sandstorms kicked up, spraying dirt, rock and sand across the waterless wasteland. It seemed the entire planet was trembling, only increasing in furiosity. Still, she managed to find some peace in the Force. Just enough to focus her thoughts, calm her nerves and ready herself for whatever challenges they would soon face.

“We’re close!” Elav shouted as the ship rocked gently, signaling they were indeed drawing nearer to the Rift.

Fierce winds swept through the fearsome, mysterious gorge in the ground. Kyla could sense others strong in the Force deep within the canyon, though it was too chaotic to figure out exactly who or what their intentions were. She slowly opened her eyes, and rose to her feet, grasping onto a side-bar as the transport began to lower to the barren ground. With her free hand she carefully grasped one of San’s then looked her teenaged apprentice in the eyes with pure certainty.

“The Force is with us.”

“The Force is always with us,” San Anin said, nodding her head to her master, looking at the shuttle door with a clear mind. Her mind focused on the task at hand, not the consequences or challenges that they may face, only that they needed to know what was happening. With her hand being held by her master, the padawan grabbed her lightsaber with the other as she prepared herself for any hostilities.

Kyla nodded confidently, pleased with how San had put her worries aside in order to focus on the mission at hand. The shuttle came to a stop in its descent as its landing gear deployed and the ship’s back door slowly began to open. From out of the cockpit walked Elav, clenching a lightsaber in each hand as he glanced at Kyla and San.

“I didn’t pick up signs of any other ships in our vicinity, whatever craft crash landed is deep down the Rift. Hope you both like walking.” The twi’lek said with another smirk, then was the first one to step outside of the transport. The battlemaster and her apprentice not far behind.

“We should be able to hop right down, follow the signs of the crash and the activity within the Force.” Kyla said as she walked across the barren rocky ground surrounding the Rift. Jagged rocks shot up from the ground around them, long dead trees littered the landscape near the gorge. A scentless smoke emitted deep from the depths of the fissure in the planet before them.

“Hey, do you see this?” Elav exclaimed, his voice echoing from below. The Jedi knight already having begun his descent into the canyon.

A set of ledges and sturdy rocks allowing the trio to make their way into the depths, carefully of course. One misstep or slip could prove fatal. As Kyla peeked over the edge down towards Elav she noted he was holding up a large piece of metal with both hands. A piece of the ship that had broken off as it fell into the gorge. Apparently having hit one of the jagged rocks which shot from the sides of the canyon. It was dented and scratched, the rest of the vessel couldn’t have been far.

“We’re on the right path then, let's get going.” The battlemaster stated, then leaped down to the same spot as Elav, waving her hand cautiously for her padawan to follow.

The twi’lek Jedi continued ahead having discarded the metal from the ship, descending to another ledge below them. Kyla blinked as the Force echoed as they went deeper into the Rift, finding it to be an intense sensation. Only amplified by the disturbance from the crashed ship. Suddenly the canyon shook, the Force momentarily screaming out to them before settling itself as quickly as the quake arrived.

“I have never felt the Force do something like this. What could we be tracking that caused this?” San Anin asked to nobody in particular as she carefully maneuvered around an outcrop. She looked to her master before she stopped, allowing herself to feel the sensation that the force imposed upon them. It was a conflicting feeling, though very clear in how much it was unnatural to the planet as a whole. The padawan shook herself free from the force’s hold as she followed closely behind her master, lightsaber hilt still in her hand.

“Likely a powerful dark side inclined force user. The sudden arrival of one would shake the balance of the Force on the world,” Elav stated from below, pausing in his descent to turn and glance back at the San Anin. “One steeped in the dark side.”

“So you think it may be a Sith?” Kyla asked as she carefully dropped down from a steep ledge.

“Possibly. Not all who dwell on the dark side align with the Sith though. Could even be a fallen Jedi. That’d explain how they found this world.” He replied, as unsure as anyone else was about the new arrival to Tython. Another tremble shook the canyon, causing the trio of Jedi to pause in firm stances until it subsided.

“We have to put a stop to the quakes before it rips the world apart. We’ve already lost one temple.” Kyla stated, referring to the sacking of the Coruscant temple. A horrifying incident that seemed to only upset her the more she thought of it, though she was not there during the attack.

“Oh we will. I believe they aren’t far, that looks like a ship.” Elav said with another sly smile, extending one hand to point out a badly damaged starship in their sight. Grounded and dented all over, it seems whoever was piloting it managed to skid it across the rocky floor. A short distance from a side tunnel, the likely destination of whoever made it out of the ship alive.

“Lets go. That has to be it,” Kyla said as she darted downwards, until she was on the same level as the crash landed vessel. Elav alongside her as they cautiously walked towards it, their lightsabers in hand. “Augh, the Force is pulsating down that cavern.”

The strength of it caused Kyla to grab her temples momentarily, causing an intense dizziness which faded after a few seconds. Elav experienced similar issues but both the experienced Jedi brought themselves back to focus. The battlemaster trekked back to find San, making completely sure that her padawan was ready for whatever they may soon encounter within the Rift. Meanwhile Elav looked at the remains of the crashed starship, attempting to look for any pieces which bore a ship name. While badly damaged, the ship did not resemble any Imperial designs he could recall.

“San, I want you to stick close to me once we head into that tunnel. We’re both in uncharted waters here and I need you to be strong for me and for yourself. You see or hear anything unusual let me know immediately.” Kyla said, ensuring her words came out clear and precise.

“I-I’ll be with you, master,” San Anin nodded to Kyla, clearly concentrating on remaining focused and not letting the pulsating feeling of the force get to her. Clearly, the padawan was having a harder time grasping the power and conflict the further they descended into the Rift, though it seemed she was willing to push on despite the dizziness and general unease she felt. With her eyes forward, she stepped past her master to look at the Rift and the crashed ship to examine it from a distance before letting out a sigh.

“I’ll follow your lead,” the padawan said, turning to her master.

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Mass Effect: Renegade

“Fuck yes.” Was all that Vash muttered as he was carefully handed the syringe. His fingers gripped it gently, with a joyous, excited shake to them as he quickly clipped it to the belt of his armor. If his face were not covered by his helmet then the others would’ve seen the wide smirk on his reptilian features. He was already planning where the inject the biometric into the powerful asari, Kolya was damn right that he was more reliable than some sniper. Krogans didn’t miss at point blank range.

He let out a whistle of surprise as his eyes took note of the tall structure they were approaching. The destruction prone krogan briefly fantasized about bringing down the entire thing with some well placed explosives, then quickly brought himself back to reality with the not so appetizing thought of the entire Asari military coming after his ass. Though it was a beautiful sight to imagine. He pulled his missile launcher off of his back, then fired off each of the grapple canisters. He ensured each one was sufficiently latched, with a light tug of each line as they impacted. The last thing he needed was for his teammates to plummet to their death before they even fired a single shot. Heights never minded him, so long as he didn’t look down.

Still, the climb was long and arduous, not his idea of fun. Not an ideal ask for someone of his stature and armament. Every step upwards he took slowly and precisely, dirty water collecting on the visor of his helmet as sweat dripped on his face inside of it. He was one of the last ones to ascend fully up, breathing heavily as he pulled all of his large mass on top of the ledge. There weren’t many buildings like this to climb back on Tuchanka, they’d all been blown to smithereens. Vash went down on one knee, composing his breathing as he yanked his trusty M - 76 off his back. Running his gloved hands across it as he rubbed off any of the water which had collected on its beautiful crimson metalwork.

Hann’s body came over the ledge shortly after Vask, cursing at the heat that could be felt seeping into her suit in a most unnatural fashion. It was a level of uncomfortable that she was not quite used but it was not worth complaining too much about, despite her desire to. At least she could do something to get her mind off the damned heat. A faint display of a rather large list came into her helmet before there was a faint whisper, “Turian March.” Music began to softly play within her helmet as an old Turian war song began to take the place of proper background noise.

“Let me to the front,” Vash muttered with eagerness, holding his heavy assault rifle with one hand as he moved with his squad. “We very well might be walking right into an ambush, they probably had eyes on us as soon as we made our climb. In any case, any and everyone here will know that we are here as soon as the shooting starts.”

His eyes briefly shifted to the recently dead human, just executed and thrown into the sewers. Such was all too common a fate among drifters that ended up in the wrong crowd, out of their element out here in the Terminus Systems. This nobody was lucky in some regards from what Vash could tell. He’d seen enough brutally mutilated, dismembered corpses in his lifetime. They frequently were missing limbs and important body parts. That was part of the reason he enjoyed working in such a notorious part of the galaxy, pretty much every single soul that he’d fought was dirty or fucked up in some way. ‘Good guys’ were far and few in between. Vash could say the same for himself.

“Let me up front as well, I can get us through security silently,” Hann said, moving closely behind Vash as she avoided looking at the dead human. She held her M-3 Predator close, keeping her sniper hidden away since the sewers were too close quarters for her to effectively use. It seemed that she followed behind Vash, using him more as cover than anything else even if she was otherwise actively looking for threats that her helmet would pick up. Other than the numerous contaminants that was listed off to the side of her visor that gave her a very mild worry on what would happen if Hann ever got a suit breach in these sewers.

“We couldn’t have gone in a more… sanitary entrance?” Hann complained into the comms, though her voice held more annoyance than worry.

[Jedi] Tython

Jedi battlemaster Kyla Vondin

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[Jedi] Tython

Wind swept through the skyscraping mountains of the fortress world of Tython, the original homeworld of the Jedi Order. Fate had now brought the Order back to this planet, tucked safely into the Deep Core arm of the star system. Away from the unpredictable Sith Empire and to a lesser extent, the Galactic Republic who had placed the blame of losing the war squarely on the Jedi’s shoulders. Tython was a fresh start in some ways for the Order, a real chance to recover and prosper. The new Jedi temple stood tall in the Tythos Ridge mountain range, sturdily built with proper defenses installed around it. The Temple was bustling with activity, as it was most days.

The entire world seemed to pulsate with the Force, stronger in some areas than others. At the moment the planet was at peace, ever since the Order had returned the world seemed serene. The immense Force storms and groundquakes which rocked the planet to its roots were silent. The oceans rocked gently and the forests echoed with the natural sound of animals. The Masters’ Retreat sat northwest of the Jedi temple, perched above a lake filled with ancient, sunken ruins of the old Order. A getaway of sorts for the master Jedi to relax and discuss issues pertaining to the order in peace.

Kyla stood perched on the left hangar of the retreat. Her arms rested on the rails as she gazed at the mountains, deciding which one she would try to scale next. Her robes and hair flowed gently in the breeze, a tightly knotted ponytail swept over her shoulder. A rare smile was on her face, albeit only a slight one. Birds chirped and danced in the air above her, as fish darted and dived in the waters below her. She could spend hours out here, in nature simply observing all of its beauty. But she had duties to attend to, Grandmaster Shan had left for Dxun a few days ago, leaving Kyla and the rest of the council running the day to day operations on Tython.

As the battlemaster turned to head inside the retreat she paused in stride, blinking slowly as she felt a strange sensation in the Force. She swirled herself rapidly around, eyes cast to the sky. As her pupils swept across the deep blue skyline, her gaze stuck on what she had sensed. A falling object, rapidly descending as it tore through orbit and rocketed through scattered clouds. It was small and left a fuming trail of smoke as it fell downwards. It clearly not a meteorite, those occasionally landed on the world but tore apart as they went through the atmosphere. This entity stayed in one piece as it drew closer and closer to smashing on the surface of the new Jedi homeworld. It was a starfighter, of which origin she did not know.

Birds screeched and a shiver crept its way through Kyla’s bones as the falling vessel disappeared behind the massive snowcapped mountains in the horizon. Her eyes went wide as the planet itself shook ever so slightly, confirming the disturbance. Not a powerful quake but one that told the Jedi all she needed to know. She suspected whoever crashed in the Rift had done so on purpose. Which brought up plenty of disturbing questions to the now highly concerned battlemaster.

Could it be the Sith?

There was no chance it was. They had no knowledge of Tython’s hyperspace coordinates, even then the planet was a fortress world. Even the Sith weren’t idiotic enough to send one of their own fighters careening through orbit in a scenario where they found Tython. All Kyla knew was that the other Jedi must have seen it, they had placed sensors all across the planet, especially along the Rift. None of the Order was allowed in that jagged tear in the ground without permission from the council. The canyon echoed with mystery and danger, the Force especially vibrated around the area. The one time she decided to explore it herself the Force seemed to go haywire with an increasingly disturbing feeling the further she went down in it.

Kyla climbed onto her speeder bike, slammed her foot down on the ignition then launched herself away from the Master’s retreat. Her expression scrunching in focus as she rocketed towards the Temple, zooming through the plains with intent.

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Mass Effect: Renegade

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Mass Effect: Renegade

Drayak Vash

_{D r a y a k V a s h
⟁ 301 ⟁ ♂ ⟁ Krogan ⟁ Soldier}

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

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Most often clad in armor, and armed to the teeth, Vash casts an imposing figure. He never leaves home unarmed, and always seems ready for a fight even when in the midst of a drunken haze. His eyes are a fierce golden shade, with focused irises like that of a ferocious predator. His head plates are a medium green, skin a muted brown. The right side of his face is scarred with multiple short cuts and burns, the markings a warrior bears. Another small healed cut sits on the left lower side of his jaw. A cocky smile often persists on his lips, and is often accompanied by a deep, hearty (frequently drunken) laugh. Depending on his mindset and which side of his allegiance you stand on, his smiles and laughter can either be soothing or terrifying.

A sturdy, physically powerful specimen, Vash stands 2.2 meters in height and weighs in at roughly 350 pounds. Like the others of his species he has a muscle bound, sturdy figure. He is in shape and immensely strong in regards to raw physicality. His armor is scratched and scarred, the paint scuffed in parts, but it is still in fine working condition. He refuses to get these markings fixed, seeing it as adding 'character' to his armor. On his right forearm he has a black tattoo of a krogan skull with a scar over the left eye. Its a tribute to his fallen brother, though he always keeps it covered.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

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Born on the harsh krogan homeworld of Tuchanka, he was brought into the world alongside a twin brother, Kriash. Their births were a cause of great celebration amongst clan Drayak. A single healthy child being born to the genophage stricken species was already a remarkable occurrence, but two in the same brood was another thing entirely. They were both given the traditional krogan rite of life, signifying they were healthy and strong enough to grow into proud warriors. The twins were inseparable in their childhoods, rarely not at each other's side. The krogan homeworld is an especially brutal place, nuclear hellfire has left the world nigh inhospitable to non-krogan. With no centralized government to speak of, it is an especially chaotic place to live. Childhood was relatively calm for the twins, Vash and his brother were raised almost exclusively by their mother. Fertile krogan women were cherished within society, treated as prizes of war.

Upon reaching adulthood Vash and Kriash were put through the rites of passage, signifying they were their own man. Both brothers remained on Tuchanka and thrust into important positions within clan Drayak. Their father Drayak Gax was an esteemed and proud warlord, who led frequent raids of neighboring clans. Noted for his brutality and raw skill on the battlefield, he took it upon himself to raise his sons as he saw fit. It was the same way he was brought up, harshly. Both of the brothers were put through intense and constant training, Gax molding them into the best damn warriors he could. Any failures were met with immediate berating from their father, demanding they did better. Needless to say neither Vash or Kriash had much love for their father. Still, his rough methods were a success as both young krogan would become deadly combatants on the battlefields the clan fought in. Vash still able to recall the first kill he made.

They each spent their first one hundred years on Tuchanka, but their dreams laid beyond their barren homeworld. The stars called out to them both. They'd heard tales of strong krogan fighting across awe inspiring worlds, becoming some of the finest warriors the galaxy had ever seen. Together the twins made a pact, that they would not die on their volatile homeworld, to end up just another set of forgotten corpse vanishing into the sands. That together they would venture through the stars and make something of themselves. Achieve a life of success, wealth and victory they both desired. They piled what they could together and purchased a spaceship, leaving the planet behind. Krogans who had returned to Tuchanka spoke of a opportunity filled part of the galaxy where mercenary work aplenty could be found, the Terminus systems. Arriving on Omega was a stunning experience for both brothers, the slew of alien races, the bustling streets and endless stream of denizens, many of which were fellow krogan. The duo as they always had done stuck together, seeking to find work in the only field they truly knew, warfare.

They took a variety of jobs, the most common being bodyguarding and mercenary work. Any wealthy person unlucky to find themselves in Terminus space would happily take two imposing krogan as bodyguards. Vash had been fighting on his homeworld for decades, savagely killing his own people for decades. It was a natural transition for both him and his brother to this occupation. There was always a need for soldiers for hire in the Terminus systems. The money was good, and the excitement was constant. They were not without their drawbacks or failures though, such as some nasty run ins with the Blue Suns and Eclipse. Missions which inadvertently ended with them conflicting with these more powerful groups. The Blood Pack also tried several times to recruit both brothers, but were turned down each time. As targets were painted on their backs the duo decided to formally create their own crew of mercenary warriors.

The krogan had enough contacts to draw in some hungry freelancers as well as outcasts from bigger mercenary groups. With an established, well fortified base on Omega constructed, Drayak's Fist was born. Recruits were put through rigorous training much like the brothers were by their father many years before. Promising a fair dividend of 'profits', Vash and Kriash found more success and opportunity running their own band than they ever did as an exclusive duo. The credits rolled in more than before, as did the infamy. Vash showed a fierce prowess in battle, a fierce presence that mowed down any who stood in his way. Kriash was damn good as well, albeit even more brutal and ruthless. Drayak's Fist frequently did pirate work, raiding ships and outposts for whatever they could loot, kidnapping and ransoming off any people they captured. As well as doing mercenary work for wealthy companies with interests in the Terminus systems.

While still smaller than the Blue Suns, Eclipse and Blood Pack, conflicts were common. One advantage of Drayak's Fist being a group was that they could move much more inconspicuously through the Terminus systems. The trio of the largest mercenary companies were common raiding targets for them. Each one had bases scattered across worlds in the system. Easy targets for rapid 'hit and run' operations. Retribution was expected, so the two krogan invested credits into purchasing multiple penthouses across Omega. Small buildings in which they would rotate between staying in as well as housing loot, supplies, weaponry and other items. Things were going smoothly for Vash, his brother and their 'associates'. For decades they flourished, raking in money, power and infamy across the Terminus systems.

As the credits piled up, and their band of rogues grew Vash noticed a change in his brother. Kriash had become more violent, and picked up a mean addiction to red sand. The addictive substance empowered his brother with temporary biotic abilities which were incredibly useful in battles. But at the cost of Kriash's sanity, emotions and ability to be without the sand. Vash spoke to his brother multiple times about stopping ingesting the drug, and even seeked out other ways of help but nothing seemed to get through to Kriash. Worse, the deadly trio of big time mercenary groups were putting more pressure on them, locating and assaulting some of their penthouses. Still, the brothers kept going. Vash taking more of a leadership role as Kriash's addiction crippled him more and more. Addling him with paranoia and a particularly vicious anger, tensions grew between them. Despite this Kriash joined his brother on a raiding operation on the planet of Zada Ban.

Tucked in the Xe Cha system of the The Shrike Abyssal, Zada Ban served as a weapons manufacturing plant for the Blood Pack. It was an ideal target for Drayak's Fist, they could hit the world, take whatever weapons they found then either use or sell them off throughout the Terminus systems. All while dealing a blow to the Blood Pack. It was a typical hit and run operation, drop at night time when the defenses are lulled, strike, then flee as quickly as they arrived. Vash, Kriash and small group of ten of their finest men deployed on the world. Dividing into two teams of six with each brother leading a team, the raid started off positively. They managed to make an advanced charge, getting a drop on the bulk of the Blood Pack forces. A rapid firefight ensued, the red sand aided Kriash hurling vorcha across the battlefield while Vash took down the enemy krogan squad leaders. Both brothers striking with brutal efficiency as did the brave men alongside them. The raid complicated as they moved deeper into the facility, gathering whatever weapons they could get their hands on.

The radio chatter lit up informing them of the arrival of Blood Pack reinforcements, greatly outnumbering them. Ships descended from the sky carrying soldiers, and others appeared from other parts of the facility. They had walked into a trap. Another more chaotic firefight ensued as Vash and his squad took cover, holding off whatever Blood Pack troopers they could. As he desperately tried to communicate with Kriash and his men all that Vash heard in reply was silence. The simple raid had taken a major turn for the worse. It had drawn out longer than Vash wanted, they were running low on ammunition with every swarm of Blood Pack troops they killed. As the fighting raged, he was left with only two men at his side. His mind went to retreat more than it had before. They were pushed back by Blood Pack forces and running out of room to run.

As their hope of survival dwindled Kriash appeared, uninjured and heading towards them. A cautious smile appeared on Vash's face, his twin brother was alive. That smile quickly vanished as Kriash quickly gunned down the remaining two men beside Vash. He had betrayed Vash, turned to join the Blood Pack. Promised a great deal of power, money and all the red sand he could snort. The addiction became too much for the krogan, it had worsened the tensions between the once very close brothers. He wanted to take Vash in alive, hand him over the Blood Pack's leaders as a prize. Vash replied with a rapidly bashing his shotgun into his brother's face, and a brutal brawl ensued. Punches, bites and kicks were exchanged as the twins scrambled to take the other one down. He'd never thought it'd come to this, blood turning on blood.

Kriash seemed to take the upper hand, kneeling on top of his brother with a fierce, cocky grin. He slowly drew his own shotgun from his hip and prepared to finish off Vash. But he hesitated, looking into his brother's eyes. A glimmer of remorse and second thoughts etched through his drug addled mind. Still his finger grazed over the trigger, and Vash reacted as one would in a life or death situation. He slammed his knife into his brother's left eye, driving it as deep as he could. Kriash fell backwards howling in shock, as Vash moved to finish the deed. He kept pushing the knife through his twin's eye socket with all the strength he could muster, until the screaming and shaking stopped. Vash pulled himself to his feet, breathing heavy, tears forming in his eyes. Adrenaline pulsed throughout his veins and sadness filled his heart. He was given no time to immediately grieve as more Blood Pack troops arrived, and he fled.

Vash ran until he found a ship, any ship. Luck smiled upon him on the worst of his days as an empty cargo vessel came into view. He dashed inside, took the controls and hit the ignition. Rapidly pressing the buttons with intent as he tried desperately to escape death. The Blood Pack emptied shots into the ship's outer plating, as Vash finally launched the vessel off the surface the gunfire followed him into the air. Pushing the thrusters as hard as they could go, he flew out Zada Ban's orbit with intent, rocketing through the stars until he found the mass relay. Then with a push of the button he returned to Omega, tearings streaming across his face.

Upon his return to Omega he disbanded Drayak's Fist, needing to take the heat off of himself. He went into hiding after that, recommending any other surviving members to do the same. Vash spent much of this time grieving, his brother had been at his side his entire life. He didn't know he could honestly survive on his own, or live with the intense regret surrounding his death that overcame him. He vowed to not let the pain stop him, that he'd push on. His brother would have wanted that, his real brother, not the man that had been savagely twisted by red sand. As the hunt for him subsided, Vash slowly returned to mercenary work. He knew no other line of work, it was the only thing he honestly could do.

For almost the next two decades he worked as a freelance mercenary, taking whatever jobs he could which paid well. He lived a subtle lifestyle during that time, a hard addiction to alcohol helping to cure the intense regret and sadness which still coursed through him. Recently he's found himself aboard the Achilles, the prospect of an honest job appealing to him.

_{S K I L L S}

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• Close range combat - In his decades of mercenary work, and even stretching back to his time on Tuchanka, Vash has always excelled with firearms. Particularly in close range situations which is his specialty. Right in the heart of the fight where the imposing krogan is a force to be reckoned with. Whether armed with his M-76 Revenant or M-27 Scimitar he can be an absolute terror for any opponents unlucky enough to find themselves in his range.
• Explosives expert - A personal favorite, and a forte in which the krogan is well versed in, Vash knows the ins and outs when it comes to blowing things up. He carries a missile launcher for a reason, knowing when to deploy it. You give him explosive charges, he'll know just where to place them in order to breach a building, or even take it down.
• Hand to hand - In part due to his raw strength Vash is a tough foe to handle even unarmed. He can throw smaller opponents around with ease and deliver powerful blows with the best of them. He is someone that you would want alongside you in a streetfight.
• Mercenary leader - For nearly six decades Vash was the co-head of an esteemed mercenary company, Drayak's Fist. He was considered a great leader by those under him. He knows how mercenaries work and is a veteran of the lifestyle, able to sympathize with others in the field. He's also able to inspire those that fight beside him, and effectively lead them to do their best.

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

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• Elanus Risk Control Services heavy Warlord armor - Scratched and scarred, Vash has had this set of armor for as long as he can recall. Its survived him reliably for awhile now, and he has no plans to phase it out. With powerful shields it gives the fierce krogan strong protection on the battlefield, allowing him to do damage right in the brunt of the action.
• M-76 Revenant - His personal favorite firearm, taken off a Blue Suns' commander who 'didn't need it anymore'. Its an ideal weapon for Vash to lay down relentless suppressing fire as well as eliminating multiple foes and holding down an area. While less accurate at longer ranges, it makes up for it in the sheer amount of bullets it can unleash at a high damage rate.
• Ariake Technologies M-27 Scimitar - The first weapon he purchased, it holds sentimental value to the krogan mercenary. Capable of rapid fire, Vash has equipped his own with a makeshift bayonet. Essentially a large knife taped to the bottom of the front of the shotgun.
• ML-77 Missile Launcher - Ideal for an explosion loving mercenary like Vash, the ML-77 allows him to obliterate enemies as well as more heavily armored targets. The krogan will often use the weapon to disrupt enemy encampments, causing chaos on the battlefield.
• Aldrin Labs Bluewire omni-tool - Basic and fitting his needs, Vash made sure his variant came equipped with an omni-blade. Further increasing his deadliness in close quarters.
• Food rations - Ideal for longer missions, Vash carries a supply of rations in case he needs to quickly sate his hunger. They are kept in pouches on his belt and are various dried fruits and meats.
• Metal flask - Often containing some kind of hard liquor, Vash keeps it tucked on his belt. Its an 8oz flask, ideal for an alcoholic on the go like him.

_{A B I L I T I E S}

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• Incendiary Ammo
• Frag Grenade
• Defense Matrix
• Adrenaline Rush

<sub>PSYCH PROFILE

T R A I T S</sub>

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+ Amiable
+ Honest
+ Resolute

- Blunt
- Reckless
- Unpredictable

_{V I C E S}

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• Alcoholic - His worst vice, Vash is frequently drunk when not on mission. Its especially rare to find him sober while onboard the Achilles. While he may not be totally wasted, he will more than likely have liquor in him. He's more of a happy, friendly alcoholic than a sad one, though when it is bad he isolates himself. He's pretty good about not drinking during missions, where he tries to keep a professional standard.
• Destruction/Explosion prone - When Vash is on mission, explosions are a common sight, they seem to follow him on the battlefield. While capable of subtlety, he much more prefers causing fire and explosions. He's found it is a much more 'certain' way to ensure success. As well as simply enjoying causing such acts. Collateral damage be damned.
• Kinslayer - Vash carries the infamy of having slain his twin brother, Kriash in combat decades ago. He's never discussed the exact details, and refuses to go into the incident. Still, others do know that he did kill his own brother. Bringing it up is a surefire way to get on his bad side.
• Bloodrage - The raw brutality of the krogan in combat is well known throughout the galaxy. When combat is at its absolute most frantic and Vash is taking a beating he will enter a heightened state in which a battle rage adrenalizes him. He will fight until every single enemy is dead on the floor, or he himself is. Ignoring pain, instead seeming to feed off it. As well as losing self control and logic. Its rare for him to enter it, but its an innate, well known trait of his species.

_{H A U N T}

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Vash takes residence in the lounge on the Achilles. A quaint area, filled with a few pieces of comfortable furniture, a bar and a card table. The krogan has molded part of it into his personal dwelling. Turning a large couch in the back into a makeshift bed he crashes on as well as dragging in a larger metal table which he places his gear out on. Weapons, equipment, ammunition and tools haphazardly spread across the tabletop. An old team poster of the Usaru Maestros has been taped on one of the walls, Vash a biotiball fan despite not being himself biotic. A television has been hooked up on another wall and often plays old action or horror movies. A speaker frequently blares rapid, heavy metal music throughout the room. He's taken personal care to stock the bar (often with Krogan liquor) while making frequent use of it.

He's welcoming to visitors, and leaves the furniture besides his couch mostly untouched. The bar is kept tidy, minus some empty bottles stocked to the side. Vash likes the room in part because he drink all he likes, as well as relax in a calm, stress free space. Much of his time is spent gazing out the portside window at the stars.

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At face value, and if you ask Vash he'll simply state money. As well as pure enjoyment of doing what he does. He's not the kind of person to walk on a beach and grow old. While none of that is dishonesty, he does indeed value money and enjoy his work, deeper down its more of a fatalistic, almost nihilistic slant. That his species is a dying race, doomed to kill each other into extinction. He might as well burn out rather than fade away, there's no point in trying to build for the future. Make something of himself and live life to its fullest. That realization bears down hard on him. As well as the fact that he's still haunted by thoughts of killing his own brother, and will ultimately never escape them.

Mass Effect: Renegade

@Xanadu yeah I didnt intend to write them as being a powerhouse. They were a strong gang but not near E, BP or BS. Sorry if my wording made it seem that way. I saw it as because the loot was so good in these bases they raided. They also figured they were too down the ladder for the big 3 to retaliate hard. They were wrong.

I havent been able to get on my laptop since thurs otherwise I wouldve cleared it up. Appreciate the kind words on the sheet :)