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"'Pay' is a strong word, I feel." Andrea muttered, their first mate having done little to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. Nevertheless, she dropped the discussion. If the captain wanted to be a damn fool and take a someone whose sole existence was to crack down on criminals and rebels onto the flagship of the rebellion, that was her business. Andrea just hoped that the captain's business didn't get everyone else killed, jailed, or worse. She glared right back at Socket as the narcissistic, nasty, troll began his almost unintelligible rant. It was bad enough he was stupidly arrogant enough to go fucking around in the ship's engine without any consideration on how the Lux would fly, but he could barely get two sentences out without sounding like a drunken Glao being dragged face first through a pile of mud. Her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched in fury as he threw the words 'taxi driver' in her face. Who did this ugly little illiterate goblin thing he was?

He only said one thing that made sense, and that was that the Judge was going to leave them alone until he decided that he wasn't. Ansgar might've been an arrogant bastard but he at least knew when not to do something as stupid as trust a Judge when they were the flagship of the human rebellion. As soon as she saw her chance to retort, Andrea leapt at it.

"Yes you should give up on the 'slightest repairs'," She made mocking air quotes at him, "when every other slightest repairs screws up the flight system so much that she goes from flying to tumbling through the sky and from turning like a spaceship to turning like a damn semi-truck being driven by a drunken cow, you stupid bastard! You should beg because your grasp of what happens to the Lux's flying when you make changes is so nonexistent a toddler's imaginary friend knows more! Go crawl back under your little troll bridge and try not to screw us up while we're flying." Andrea, her cape flaring behind her, and headed towards the cockpit with a huff, shooting one last insult back over her shoulder at Ansgar. "Jumped up, useless, plumber school reject!"

She only spared the Judge a quick dirty glance, before heading onward. The lawman wasn't her problem to deal with. If everything went right, she wouldn't ever have to acknowledge his existence.

Andrea's irritation faded as she saw Teg's childlike glee at the prospect of watching yet another take off. The mercenary's joy at flying rivaled Andrea's own, and Teg didn't even know how to fly a space ship. The majesty of the stars was something that they could both agree on.

Andrea sat down and touched her prized figurines one by one, and gave her lucky coin a rub. It was a ritual, when she had time, before flying. It brought good luck, and helped her focus. She saw Cookie running by and narrowed her eyes at the cat. "If you try to mess with my figurines again, I'm going flay you alive you mangy furball." She was certain that the little scoundrel had been trying to steal figurines from her room, as much as Maria claimed she was just being paranoid. Andrea waited until everyone was seated and buckled in (everyone in the bridge. She could care less about Ansgar and the Judge's comfort.) and began to take off. The Lux came to life beneath Andrea's fingers and she smiled, confirming that she was cleared to leave with Hub docking officials.

Sometimes the idiots tried to get more money from the crews that docked there, using their docking rights to try and bully smuggling crews. This time they seemed content to leave them alone, and Andrea began to take the Lux away from the Hub. The dull thrum of the engines became a small roar as they burst into life, the ship shaking slightly as it left the artificial gravity of the Hub. Stars began to whip by as they picked up more and more speed, the ship smoothing out and the roar becoming a consistent thrum once again. Andrea loved that feeling. The feeling of a ship coming to life beneath her hands and the knowledge that freedom was in her hands.

"We're on our way, Captain. No problems to report."

As the ship touched down Kopris was checking over his weapons and gear a final time, making sure to remove his chemical and incendiary rounds. He had declined Ardan's offer to store his weapon in the armory. It wasn't that he didn't trust the Turian, Ardan was an asshole but at least a professional asshole. The Turian wouldn't let pettiness get in the way of doing his job, unlike some of the other crew members. Old habits died hard, however, and the SIU had stressed the importance of self-sufficiency especially on operations that would see him with limited to no support.

Speaking of limited, Kopris looked around at the medbay with a scowl. He had finished his check over of their general medical supplies last night. Or rather, the lack thereof. The cabinets and drawers were either empty or had the bare minimum for medical supplies. He'd searched through them all to no avail. The tiny excuse for a medbay barely had anything and the search had only made the Batarian ever more glad he had brought his own general supplies. He'd be able to string them along till he could buy the actual supplies on Illium. That was assuming that the Matriarch didn't turn anyone to paste while they were trying to bring her in.

"Pathetic. Typical Ex-Alliance. More focused on the shooting than the aftermath." He muttered, standing up and activating his Enforcer gauntlets. The small area was illuminated in a bright orange glow as his fists were covered in an armored gauntlet covered in blades. Giving them a few practice punches, he nodded in satisfaction and deactivated them. He paused a brief moment, luxuriating in the increased heat and humidity. Kar'shan had been a hot planet, and it had been far too long since he'd been this warm. There was no time to waste, however. Kopris lit a cigar and headed down to the loading doors with the rest of the crew waiting for the Captain and listening to his synopsis when he arrived. It wasn't something he entirely agreed with.

Koyla seemed competent, but Kopris had to question the wisdom of a man who decided that the best first mission for a crew that had never worked together and had so much friction between its members was to take down an Asari Matriarch who had been fighting longer than any of them had been alive. He had to question that wisdom even more when the same man decided to give a delicate object like a syringe to a Krogan and entrusted that Krogan with the relatively delicate task of injecting the contents of said syringe into their target. Kopris gave a light shrug and put out his cigar as Koyla hopped off of his crate. It wasn't his job to plan the proper missions for the crew or worry about how well they'd work together. It was his job to put people back together when things went wrong. Kopris popped a piece of candy into his mouth, putting on his helmet and feeling his entire suit seal, and glanced over at Firu. Not that everyone seemed to want to be put back together.

He merely grimaced at the long climb into the sewers. It wasn't the first time he had climbed into a supposedly secure area through its waste removal system, but he had hoped never to do it again. The climb itself wasn't terrible. Plenty of handholds, secure lines. He went second to last, moving methodically and keeping an eye on the people above him. While Koyla may not trust him with anything, his biotic lash was far more likely to catch anyone who fell than Ardan was. They might have a dislocated limb at the end of it, but that was better than breaking on the ground below.

He barely spared the maintenance worker a glance, pulling out his Punisher. Of course there was someone else going for Sarsi. The Matriarch had a lot of credits on her head, and if they could get the information of where she was, so could anyone else. He snorted softly at Hann's complaint, taking Ardan's advice and allowing her to create some space before following her. "Would you prefer we knock on the front door? 'Hello, we're here to take the war criminal you're hiding illegally. Could you please hand her over?'"
I don't think I'll have the time for this RP. Apologies for the inconvenience and any issues I may have caused.
Andrea

Andrea was nervous, and afraid. After the knock down drag out argument between her and Maria (ending with Maria firmly not rescinding the offer to take the Judge anywhere and Andrea sulking off to her pilot's seat to seethe) she had been on edge. In an attempt to reassure herself about their cargo, Andrea had spent most of her day off checking over the ship to make sure there was nothing she had missed, or Ansgar had added when she wasn't looking. Reassured that there wasn't anything new or concerning, she went into the Hub to buy a new cape. They were gonna need good luck, and nothing brought better luck than a new cape. Coming back last night with a vibrant purple new cape, she felt a small modicum of calm return. Everything was going to be alright.

The next morning, with the realization that they actually were going to haul a Judge across space the panic returned. This morning, she had done no less than seven checks of all of the ship's operating systems, five checks of the ship's mechanical systems, and reorganized her display of model ships on her dash twice. The only thing stopping her from doing an eighth and sixth check and a third reorganization was the fact that Maria had ordered her to start helping load the supplies onto the ship, something Andrea did with only minor complaint. "Shouldn't have the pilot doing grunt work." She grumbled, picking up a box with a slight grunt and heading up the ramp. "I can fly this ship through a damn meteor shower and come out without a scratch, yet here I am, loading boxes like a farm boy on his first trip to space."

Her three drones buzzed around the ship, keeping an eye out for any trouble. And trouble would be coming, of that Andrea was certain. They had picked up a damned Judge of all people. Judges only brought trouble and death. While a rebellion wasn't exactly the cleanest of affairs, she had at least expected most of the dying to be on the other side. Judges usually meant death for those on the opposite side of the law.

Standing off the side of the ramp, her box successfully loaded onto the Lux, she gave a slight side glance at Maria. "We could just kick him off. Don't want any undue tension or stress on our cook. Or the rest of the crew." Her thumb was rubbing the coin around her neck, nose slightly wrinkled at the smell of the hub. "Really, its only good policy. Like not letting Ansgar change things on the Lux without talking to me first."

Bit late with my response due to work and other RL things, but thanks for the kind review! I'm glad you liked him!

What type of unit did he serve in?


Regular infantry. Kopris' father was a very determined man, but not too exceptional of a solider.

My question here would be where did he work then? I'm assuming a high class hospital? And if that's the case how did he get a job there if he had a relatively low position in the social ladder? Merit alone? Did he make friends during his education. etc


Mixture of both. While he was born in the lowest echelons of society, being raised to the higher levels at such a young age allowed him to make friends with higher society, without the same level of sneering that his parents received. Those connections, coupled with his merit, allowed him to get his foot into the door of a high class hospital and provide for his family. Though it wasn't enough to embed him firmly in the hospital and prevent him from being cut.

Why was he shipped of to the SIU? I'm assuming because of his medical experience?


Medical experience,general intelligence, and high scores on tests. I imagine the Hegemony has a test similar to the USA's ASVAB, which indicates aptitude for the military and scoring higher opens the door for better positions.

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I wrote the CS well into 4am several times, and my fingers would wander. I didn't catch this one in my tired stupor. :p It's meant to say 'Hegemony space'.

Why did he get transfered? Was it kind of an all hands on deck situation?


Yes. Order had largely been restored to the Hegemony by this point, and now was the first major strike against the Alliance that they could do. Plus, they were planning on an extended offensive in the Verge against the Alliance, and they wanted to get as many deniable units as they could into there for that purpose.

Was he not allowed to return to his family during this time?


No. The Hegemony felt its resources were spent better in other areas, rather than shipping a soldier quietly back to Kar'Shan only to send him back a few months later.

Can...can.. he make cupcakes?,


Yes.

Why did he replace it with the black one?


Most Batarians will know the significance of the white marble, and begin to question what someone who had sacrificed so much for the Hegemony was doing on random merc jobs in the terminus systems. That would lead inevitably to the revelation of Kopris' desertion and betrayal of his unit, which would only lead to complications that Kopris doesn't want to deal with. Easier to have the black, unassuming, one.

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Daily Update:
Sorry for the real lack of activity on my part today. My brain hates me sometimes and is like let's go to bed at 7 even though you need to be up at 9. And I've been busy with a bunch of other stuff so I really haven't had time to hop on until now. That being said, I currently feel if I look at a screen for too much longer, my eyes will melt and so I'm going to step away for a bit and maybe take a nap. If y'all need anything from me just shoot me a PM or tag me here and I'll address it after I sleep.

Judging from my current time line for reviews I should be able to get most of them out tomorrow and those that I can't I'll finish up on Friday. Cause I wanna try my best to get in as many of them I can before applications are due!

Anyway talk to y'all later!



Do whatever you gotta do to take care of yourself! We super appreciate all the hard work you've done (especially since you only expected like a max of eight people.)
I've got a character idea going. Helmsman with aspirations to be pilot. Older. It's a bit late right now to start on anything, but I've got an idea ready to start being put down to paper.
@Xanadu I finally got finished with Kopris, and he awaits your early review whenever you've the time and energy!


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Be like Dervish.

Love Dervish.

Worship Dervish.

Build temples to Dervish.

Start a doomsday cult to Dervish.

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