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omg it's been a very long time since I've been on here...
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"A creepy old man cut my hair off!" - Thor
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My OOC is complete. I will now go outside and enjoy the beautiful sun, until it gets too hot, then scuttle back inside where Horizon Zero Dawn awaits me. Finally, I get to play you!
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Zetram - IIum

The Salarian Justicar watched as Jedi Knights Rozalia Éathliel and Krios Gerulin entered the Council Chamber. The room was silent for a moment, and as the youths joined Zetram and the other two Jedi in the center, a collective whirl of thought could be sensed among the masters in attendance. He only hoped they expressed the same pride he felt for his former padawan. The Drell had grown much since their time together, both spiritually and mentally it seemed -- the force flowed through him more strongly than ever. And while he couldn't personally vouch for the Avalian, Zetram had heard nothing but high praise with regard to her skills in stealth reconnaissance. He nodded approvingly to both as they greeted him. With the remaining pieces finally gathered, the briefing immediately began...

***

As the five exited the Council Chamber, Zetram remained in silent reflection about the mission they were tasked. Csilla was in the frontlines of the Jedi-Sith war, and judging by the encrypted reports coming in, the situation was not looking good. The Grand Master's orders weighed heavily on the Salarian's thoughts. He had hoped to further inquire about the mission's specifics, but the vagueness conveyed from their leader was meant to temper overly inquisitive minds. Such was the way of this guild of force-users.

Becoming a Jedi Justicar meant unlearning everything for Zetram. As a former STG operative of his home galaxy, the Salarian believed in the absolution of knowledge, to function strictly by intellectual constitution -- nothing else. His transition into this newfound practice was difficult, to say the least. If it were not for the patience of his former master, Zetram wouldn't have continued his training. He'd more than likely be in service to the Rebel Alliance, functioning in the same capacity as he served the Salarian Union. But in the end his persistence outmatched the desire to remain complacent, and through hard work and perseverance, Zetram unlocked a conduit within himself that channeled the force in ways unimagined. Even now he struggles between his past and present ways of thinking, but over the years he has learned to keep the two in synchronous harmony.

Zetram overheard Rozalia's question aimed at Krios. Rather than offering his own opinions on the matter, he opted to listen to what his former padawan had to say.
Name: Admiral Karn Anuvis

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Race: Turian




Personality: When it comes to being a leader, Karn is a strict disciplinarian with a hard work ethic. He is an exemplary turian that has a strong devotion to the Rebel Alliance, invigorating those that serve under his command with fiery charisma. Karn is a military man of action, and while he is known to be a slave driver amongst his fleet, he also encourages his subordinates to think unconventionally.

Faction: Rebellion

Rank: Fleet Admiral of The Chimera Spear

Gear: DH-17 blaster pistol & HMOT Grade X Omni-Tool

Skills: Veteran leadership, brilliant space fleet strategist, and diplomacy.

Flaws: Managing/maintaining interpersonal relationships. Not a seasoned hand-to-hand combatant like most of his kin.

Bio: To be revealed in RP...

Other:



I'll try and have a post up by tonight!
Yup. Sent my reply seconds ago.
Yeah that sounds good to me.
Hey everyone, apologies for my sudden departure!

My schedule got a little hectic the past week. Work/School/Volunteering has been killer, but I'm starting to adjust to this schedule now.

I hope I can still be onboard!
Catharyn said
I'm always on the look out for sci-fi vehicles that match the BESC color scheme of black and orange:Isn't she beautiful? Demeter, goddess of the harvest.


I'd love to go off road with that thing and jump some serious dunes.

I'm currently working on a Sinclaire post, but don't know when I'll have it up. I'm also thinking about putting in a more action-oriented character. He/she will most likely have some history with the Knight's Cross.

I do want to put this guy to use though. He'll more than likely remain an NPC to flush out the character I have in mind.

I'm still here aswell. I plan to have a post for Zetram up sometime either late tonight or tomorrow. Focus on the sith and jedi conflict sounds good to me too.
Dr. Ayah Lau sat in cool silence, a stark contrast to the information blitz whirling about in her cyber brain. Messages were being exchanged between the board of EIS about the G-II virus, contingency protocols and reprimand for Dr. Mantronillo’s actions, or lack thereof, being the gist of their communication. At the same time, she was coordinating with two BESC Hazard Squads that were also en route, briefing their commanding officers on mission specifics for quarantining the virus. What little room the neural implant HUD provided was spent issuing statements to major media correspondents. She of course made sure to blanket the truth, stressing limited travel in the outerlands due to ‘a virulent pathogen spread by pesky Dagar Phalanx.’ Should a G-II outbreak occur, its origins would be able to momentarily disguise itself under this fake disease; Dr. Ayah’s fabricated creation for the media.

BESC was already catching heat for rep Illugia Faux’s controversial resignation, and the recent Project Tower incident. A civil war would breakout if the public found out that their government was manufacturing bioweapons. It would be the last incentive the factions needed to take up arms and oust the regime. Therefore, successfully quarantining the G-II virus couldn’t have been stressed enough by her superiors. When all of this was over, she was going to pay Dr. Matronillo a visit. Incompetent Bastard.

“Mam.” Dr. Lau shook her head, clearing away thoughts and all other manners of business. A woman with long lavender hair stood before her, the white, skin-tight envirosuit worn was almost as pale as her own skin. “We’ll be approaching LZ in 5, tops.”

“Thank you, Lucy.” Ayah said, grabbing ahold of the railing above her. She stood up and faced her bodyguard, who she was identical with in height. As far as the doctor was concerned, it was the only thing the two had in common. She preferred to keep things impersonal with her subjects, especially the expendable ones. No use working up a relationship if they end up dead today.

“Have Edgar fly low.” Lucy nodded with lifeless eyes, then walked toward the cockpit. Edgar was Dr. Ayah’s other bodyguard. The two of them came as a set from BESC’s new military program. She didn’t care for specifics; it was practically a given that the two were products of a morally unethical training regimen. They could’ve been grown out of a lab for all she knew.

“Roger that.” Edgar’s grizzly voice said over the intercom.

For a moment Dr. Ayah thought the man had somehow read her mind, until she quickly realized he was only responding to her order, relayed through Lucy. She chuckled for being so obtuse, blaming the confusion from spending too much time accessing her neural implant HUD. The notion of laughter lifted her spirits and momentarily put her at ease. Then she felt her stomach lurch from the transport's sudden descent. Minutes away from what could potentially be a catastrophic nightmare, Dr. Ayah put on her game face, mimicking Lucy's emotionless stare.

"Easy in, easy out." She whispered, double-checking her gear while going over the plan in her head. After a quick rendezvous on foot with the two BESC Hazard Teams, they'd swoop in less than a klick away from the extraction site and quarantine the G-II. She sighed before sealing in her helmet. If only it were that simple. Not only was the bioweapon's current state undeterminable, but it was also potentially in the hands of outlaws. A number of scenarios came to mind, and none of them involved the word: easy. The doctor no longer felt confident in her little mantra, but she said it aloud anyways for good luck.

"Easy in, easy out." She grumbled in a half-assed tone.
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