Name
Kolan Sentyk
Call Sign
Anvil
Race
Salarian
Age
30
Gender
Male
Creed
Silently in, Victorious out
Official Personal Description
Kolan is a firm believer in the old Salarian ideology of doing what has to be done for the greater good. Something that his time working for the Salarian STG, helped reinforce this belief in. Calculating and analytic, always judging his surroundings and the world around him, what one may see as a normal bar. Kolan will see as a building assuming it is following galactic standards: two to three entry points, crowded with civilians, obstructed views, and a distressingly low amount of cover. He has the sense of professionalism around him, the job always comes first and when it doesn't it obviously means that somebody is doing something wrong. Some might find it off putting that he would rather save a squad of soldiers, then a orphanage filled with young children and three legged kittens. But in the end he puts the whole before the self, a firm believer in consequentialism. Though behind his exterior coating of gruff scary Salarian special forces professionalism if one talks to him they might find that he has a sense of humor about him, and he is even a fan of Earth poetry and can sometimes be heard quoting such works as T.S Elliot's The Death of Saint Narcissus.
Armor:
Standard Salarian STG armor (As seen in the picture above)
Weapons
M-11 Suppressor
M-99 Saber
Speciality
Engineer
Powers
Incinerate
Overload
Cryo Blast
Combat Drone
Sabotage
Sentry Turret
Homeworld
Sur'Kesh
History
Kolan was born on Sur'Kesh in the Capital of Talat in a land were knowledge was coveted above all. Where snooping around in your clutch mates' belongings wasn't just considered proper edict, it was practically enforced. By the time he was ten years old, the STG already were looking into him for recruitment later on as part of their usually recruitment operations. Kolan was always from a young age fascinated with machinery, he was always tinkering with something from a young age. One of the more prominent moments in years growing up was his school project on Quantum Entanglement Communicators in which he attempted to addresses the limited bandwidth capabilities that such communication is dragged back by and henceforth unable to surpass the Commbuoys that are much more inefficient in the long term with too many people waiting and were severely crippled after the war due to the loss of AI’s that ran them after Shepard saved the Galaxy. If one was able to perfect the bandwidth problem of QEC commutations across the galaxy could be almost instantaneous. Kolan thought this to be an acceptable challenge and so he began to create and then modify his own network of Quantum Entanglement Communicators. He brought in and was showing it to his fellow students and instructor. and it seemed to be a dream come true he had somehow fixed the bandwidth problem. But then moments later half of the buildings within Talat lost power, including several government and military installations. Needless to say Kolan did not win first prize.
By the time Kolan joined the STG, he had created his own personalized data drone to be used with bookkeeping and taxes, among several other minor inventions. The STG at that point was focused on the reconstruction of their intelligence networks across the galaxy. All of which had been completely decimated by the Reaper threat almost 300 years earlier. The STG was the Salarian first and last line of defense and its restoration was of utmost importance to them. Using his earlier knowledge working with QEC he helped establish communication between listening posts as far out as the Terminus Systems, to be able to silently and quickly get information back to command. Through his life Kolan tried to live by the example set by former STG operatives such as Major Kirrahe who's beyond excellent assault on the Rogue Specter Saren's Base is still thought in STG training as the correct way to perform an operation and others such as Mordin Solus that helped all operatives such as Kolan remember that what they were doing was for the greater good and that sometimes sacrifice was needed by those brave individuals that heeded the call, and that when the call came for you, you would answer it with pride.
Kolan was very fond of his experiences working with the STG, he was working with some the greatest thinkers, soldiers and comrades one could have. They were all like minded and dedicated to their duty, they did not let ethics or personal feelings get in the way of the mission. They found a sort of brotherhood in this unity, devoting every waking hero to the betterment of society. They were beyond efficient they were like one well oiled machine. And when they were not on missions, they debated scientific discovers, philosophy, xenobiology, every subject known to citadel space and then some. For most this would seem like torture, endless work and even when work was over they would still work. But for a Salarian it was their magnum opus, thousands of years millions of hundreds of thousands generations of collective information networking and intelligence gathering was culminating into what they were doing. They were raised from birth to seek and strive for knowledge and Kolan got to be at the forefront of this.
But of course it was not always sunshine and rainbows, they were a special operations task force after all, a black ops organization and one of the finest the galaxy. The other part of their job beside snooping about gathering information was, the age old art of killing people. Specifically killing “troublesome” individuals. Troublesome being a rather large umbrella term for all those that the Salarian Union or the Council wanted to be taken care of discretely rather than blow up half the industrial district is in approach that the Specters seemed to enjoy so much. It was not the most glamorous part of the job, but in most cases the math spoke that it was more efficient resource and cost wise; to send in one STG team, to assassinate one high value individual to break the moral of an enemy army. Rather than just blindly marching one’s entire army at the opposition and hope for the best. The numbers worked out this way almost every time and Kolan was not one to argue with mathematics for it had served the Salarian people perfectly fine as of yet.
In his time, he killed many individuals: some with blunt force, others with knives, guns, bombs, electricity, torture, and even by ramming with a shuttle. But he never killed without a reason, he did not kill for the sake of killing. That was selfish and that was not efficient, it went against everything he stood for. He had been to the edges of the Terminus system and back, had seen the back alleys of Omega, the inner workings of a cult to the long dead Reapers, a black market scientists den, children impoverished and in chains ready to be cut open to have drugs implanted inside of them, forced labor camps, the slaughter of countless innocent lives. Some would say that he had seen it all, everything the galaxy had to offer both good and bad, which of course he would disagree with this saying that their was only a 2.3% chance that he had seen all the Galaxy had to offer and 2.3% chance was no where close to satisfactory. But one mission would be ingrained in his memory.
The Assassination of Pernicus Karonis, a Turian militant turned terrorist after the experimental stimulants he was taking as part of a Turian soldier enhancement program drove him mad. Several bombings within Citadel -controlled space were attributed to Karonis. He was considered a threat to be taken care of immediately. Using their large information network they traced him to a prosperous trading hub in the Caleston Rift by the name of Perihelion. Kolan and the rest of his team were sent in to deal with the Turian. They spent two months gathering intel and tracking his movements and preparing to take him down. But something went wrong, something slipped, something fell through the cracks. Karonis knew something was wrong and so he fled to his ship. Kolan and his team give chase and evidently ended up bordering his frigate as it fled Perihelion. They went through the ship systematically, killing his crew and mercenaries he had recruited to his cause. By the time they had reached the bridge the ship was already in orbit above Perihelion. But what happened next Kolan nor his squad were prepared for.
As they stormed the bridge they found Karonis standing there smugly and unarmed, the rest of his bridge team focus on their duty, as if the STG team did not even matter. And that was when Karonis had explained to them that he had set up a dead man's trigger. A bomb placed back on Perihelion in the city of Archemus the largest city on the planet and basically the civic center. And not a small bomb but a very, large one. One that could cause catastrophic damage if allowed to be detonated. But it would only go off if Karonis vital signs went critical, only if he died. So he give them an ultimatum drop their weapons and let him go, or the death of thousands.
Kolan stopped and thought hard and long for a moment. The math ran through his head even though he already knew the answer. He was torn and he did not know what do. He listened for command to give him the answer, but no response came. His team sat and watched guns raised waiting for their Captains go orders. In the end though it came down to the math, it always came down to the math. And statistically speaking it was thousands were going to die either way, but if he let Karonis go then millions more could perish. And... the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few.....
Pernicus Karonis never did see the bullet that killed him, it came too quickly enter through his eye and going out the back of his skull splattering the viewport behind him with blood. Kolan’s squad opened on the rest of the bridge crew and the mission was completed. But for the first time Kolan mind was not on the mission, for the first time Kolan stopped and did absolutely nothing. And did nothing but watch the viewport soaked in Turian blood. It was night time in the City of Archemus. Kolan knew where the city was and looked and all he could see from orbit was a little red dot burning brightly. He looked for a long time, before finally turning away letting one last shot into the skull of Karnois.
500,000 people that was the amount of people living in Archemus he knew this from census statistics. When the death toll finally came in there was only 75,000 left. The official report was that a reactor of element zero went off. 6.6% of the population was left, 6.6% was a number that Kolan believed to be far, far too low. Never less the operation was considered a resounding Success by the STG Karonis and his entire cell was dead and millions of lives were saved, Kolan got a medal and a promotion for not putting personal feelings above the mission, for remembering the stakes. For doing the
right thing. And Kolan did his best to push it out of his mind, to forget about it but due to his species photographic near perfect memory it was a lot harder then it sounder.
Kolan served with the STG for around three more years to the age of twenty seven, before he hung up his blaster. He was getting old and it would be more profitable for the younger generation to come in and fill in his place. He moved to the Cathedral where he opened up a small repair shop. Content with tinkering such as he did in his youth for the last of his years. But eventually three years later he got a request to join up with a new elite organization to defend the galaxy once again.
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