@Starlance Accepted. The platform itself sounds like a spare body for legion. xD
Either that, or maybe the Geth wanted one (well, one thousand and change) of theirs in Andromeda? Maybe a "diplomatic" platform built after Shepard brokered the peace? Guess we'll never know :D
Personality: While there is about as much personality to the unit as one would expect from any Geth, the sheer number of Geth within it do make it feel a little more ‘alive’, if literal-minded and overanalitical, sometimes to a fault. Despite the stigma that still lies on the Geth, even after their part in ending the Reaper War, the unit is quite friendly, if the term is applicable to a machine. The unit remains adamant that the Quarians attacked the Geth without provocation and the Geth were justified in firing back, but it lives by a ‘live and let live’ code.
History: Not long after the end of the invasion, a Quarian technician on Rannoch discovered an unusual Geth platform. It possessed several panels on its head apparently meant to simulate facial expressions as well as a more complex architecture, capable of supporting thousands as opposed to the one or two hundred individual Geth programs found in most Geth platforms. The unit, along with four hundred Geth recreated by the Quarian and his team, was sold to the Eclipse who planned to use it do do their dirty work in hazardous environments or borderline suicidal tasks. For a time, it worked, and the Geth unit received numerous upgrades in order to make it even more effective. It worked so well that the Eclipse contacted the Quarian and purchased several other Geth platforms with the necessary programs. That was their second mistake. The first mistake was using the advanced unit without thoroughly studying its capabilities. The third and final mistake was not making sure the Geth platforms couldn’t communicate with each other.
As the Quarian took care to give the Geth information about their progenitors, the role they played in the galaxy and that they’ve achieved sentience shortly before their end, the Geth decided they wouldn’t be anyone’s slaves again. The Geth abandoned all but two platforms: the infiltration unit and the sole Prime in Eclipse possession. Only a handful of Eclipse mercenaries manning that base lived to tell the tale of two Geth platforms, displaying unusual intelligence for isolated units, wreaking havoc throughout their facility. As the platforms neared a shuttle, the Prime runtimes abandoned the heavy platform in favor of the smaller, more advanced infiltration unit. The now inactive Prime was cannibalized for spare parts and the Geth left the smoldering base behind.
But with this many Geth in a single platform, they became less machine and more organic in the way they behaved, not unlike one particular unit from before the Geth extinction. And this unit developed a guilty conscience. The Geth within the platform quickly reached consensus: They couldn’t allow senseless death to be their legacy. The unit stayed in the Terminus systems, relentlessly hunting mercenary groups operating within the area. Until it ran across a different group, one whose goals seemed to align with its own.
Specialisation: Infiltrator/assassin
Equipment:
Black Widow (recovered from a fallen Turian Spectre by the Eclipse)
M-96 Mattock (recovered from a Salarian mercenary by the unit)
Omni-tool (recovered from a fallen Human Sentinel by the unit)
The pilot was about as useful as any Satasi ever, though she couldn’t blame her in this case.
Upon laying eyes on the dreaded grenade launcher, she took a breath to say something before deciding against it when she remembered her last conversation with the madman. She did say she’d try to treat him fairly. Besides, further antagonizing the actual criminals of the crew before they’ve all had at least a few hours of uninterrupted sleep would likely result in a broken jaw, if she was lucky. And if the past two months of her life were any indication, that was not the case.
Upon Valanx’s arrival, Astrid visibly straightened up. ”You didn’t get to examine the cryopod by chance, did you?” She would’ve loved to take a look at it herself if it wasn’t for the battle damage that required her attention and the very real risk of inadvertently triggering some software-based tamper proofing. Hardware she had covered, but ones and zeros were Astrid’s bane.
As the doctor was one of the few people on the ship she actively tried not to annoy, Astrid swallowed a remark about asking questions to which answers should be obvious and answered with a simple ”Quite.” instead. For how long was she going on nothing more than power bars and water anyway? At least since the last ambush before this one.
”Engineer Langenberg,” Tango’s voice buzzed through the speakers, ”I believe you have missed an announcement by the Captain. The crew is to meet in the docking bay lounge in twenty-nine minutes and thirty-four seconds.” The room’s PA was disturbing her attempted sleep, yet again. Unfortunately, disabling the speakers or lowering their volume was out of the question. No way that would fly past anyone with half a brain in the engineer’s quarters of all places. She half-opened one eye, still not entirely used to talking to the ship itself. ”Did he happen to mention what the occasion is?” ”No he did not. Although his delivery seemed to imply the gathering is mandatory and certainly not to be slept through.” ”Fiiine. Bloody nagmachine.” she groaned as she pulled herself off her bunk and started throwing her clothes back on. The Irene didn’t talk, why couldn’t they just keep making ships silent?
Having reached the lounge with some time to spare, her gaze fell upon Yasiliah. Of course it was the witch. Astrid perched herself on a chair on the opposite side of the room in silence, wondering what was on the captain’s mind. No more than a minute later, her curiosity got the better of her. ”You have any idea what he wants?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Voice: Ashley Burch (Aloy, Horizon: Zero Dawn) Height: 176 cm Weight: 74 kg
Omni-tool. A miniature Computer that allows for communication, calculation, augmented reality navigation and small-scale hacking. Perhaps most importantly, because she's been kidnapped halfway through second grade, it contains several textbooks of Rau've and Korta origins. Taking on the government is hard when you barely understand what a square root is.
Credits. Small amounts in material form. Don't ask her where it’s from. And check your wallet, just in case.
An electronics toolkit. Meant for dismantling and repairing computers. Also works for bypassing locks and simpler alarms on the hardware level.
Weapons: None.
Rapport (Mind): Rachel can give an order to a single person. To do this, she needs to perform a specific hand gesture and say the order out loud. Her target needs to hear her and understand the language. If the target loses consciousness or goes through intense pain (like gunshot wounds), the spell loses effect. She may also intentionally cancel it.
Illusion (Mind): Rachel can create an audiovisual illusion perceptible by a single individual. She has to concentrate on keeping the illusion and cannot do anything else that requires her mental faculties (she can create an illusion while running away from something, but not when solving an equation). The illusion can be virtually anything, but bigger or more detailed things require more focus and take a greater toll on her. Keeping the illusion for more than a few minutes also leads to headaches, nausea and general exhaustion. The illusion can only be seen by the affected individual and Rachel and cannot physically interact with the world. Rachel can only make a person see something that isn’t there, she cannot change something that already exists.
Memory Bridge (Mind): By far the most advanced and tasking spell available to her, Memory Bridge allows her to relive the memories of others or share hers with someone else. The process requires physical contact and complete concentration, sending both Rachel and her victim into a trance-like state. Memory extraction time ranges from milliseconds to minutes, depending on the target’s mentality and training to resist such practices, but the more the target fights it, the worse their headache will be when she’s done.
Telekinesis (World): Rachel can manipulate objects at a distance by creating small, homogenous gravity fields. Applying its effects to herself allows her to jump higher, slow her fall or make small adjustments to direction mid air, but does not allow flight.
Due to its versatility both on and off the battlefield, she devoted a lot of time to practicing control and pushing the boundaries of this spell, giving her very precise control over the fields.
Pyromanipulation (World): Allows Rachel to create, extinguish and manipulate flames, from small sparkles to decent-sized fireballs. Utilizing the spell in certain ways with gloves on is not recommended, as Rachel found out the hard way during training.
Much like with Telekinesis, Rachel gave a lot of time to practice and improvement of this spell due to its on and off the field versatility.
Deflection (World): Summon's a rapidly shifting, head-height gravity field in a 90° angle in front of Rachel to shield her from attacks. Unlike telekinesis, Rachel cannot influence the strength, direction, shape or location of the field, but it's strong enough to alter the direction of incoming projectiles. Physical contact with the field is not recommended.
Abilities
Aural implants: During training, Rachel’s ears have been severely damaged by an explosion. To restore her hearing, she was given cybernetic audio implants that can pick up and amplify distant or quiet sounds as well as lower the volume of loud sounds to protect what little remains of her biological ears, effectively making them better than before. When paired with an Omni-tool, the right ear implant can play audio files and receive transmissions, allowing incoming voice communication inaudible to others.
Without her implants, Rachel is for all intents and purposes deaf. Her left ear is severely damaged and her right inner ear has been completely replaced with cybernetics. As a side effect of this, disabling it will also make keeping balance much more challenging.
Ocular implants: Biotech implants in Rachel’s eyes mimic the tapeta lucida found in nocturnal animals, granting her better vision in low-light conditions. With the implants active, Rachel can only see grayscale and bright shades of green. The implants react to incoming light intensity and only work under a certain threshold to avoid interference with daytime sight. The implants only amplify existing light, therefore she will still be blind in a completely dark environment and the do not protect her eyes from bright light.
Polyglot: Due to her many forays into alien minds, she has become fluent in both written and spoken, albeit heavily accented, form of Rau've, Korta and Gill languages. The accent is caused by the differences between human and alien vocal cords, mouth structure and other body parts.
Fingersmith: Rachel's been stealing things since she was six. While the dark and crowded environment of Tranbiran habitats and the ability to move through crowds quickly helped, the main ingredient to that was a lot of hand-to-eye coordination practice and dexterity.
Inabilities
Swimming: Tranbir has no hydrosphere, it’s not going to happen. The first time she came into contact with swimming was a Commonwealth training camp. Once she can’t see, or at least reach the bottom, she’s not going in unless there is absolutely no other way. Being suddenly immersed in a volume of water larger than a tub will also likely cause no small amount of panic.
Firearms: The closest Rachel ever got to firearms, aside from being shot at, was watching others at the range. She’s never operated, let alone fired even the most humble coil pistol. She may try, but it just occupies her hands and wastes ammunition. The most lethal way she can use a gun is to send it flying at some poor bastard’s head with telekinesis.
Thief: She can’t help it. Whether it’s for practice or because an old habit is an iron shirt, when she enters a large crowd, there’s a good chance she’ll be a bit richer by the time she emerges on the other side. While that may not sound like a bad thing, as mistakes are usually few and far in between, picking the best target wastes precious time, not to mention it will draw attention should she get careless. At least she’s not a complete kleptomaniac, as she has enough sense about her to refrain from stealing from friendlies.
Short fuse: Due to the loud, free-spirited culture, patience isn’t the most common trait on Tranbir, and some may call Rachel one of the worst. While she’s learned to bite her tongue during her Commonwealth service, that only makes her worse when she doesn’t have to sit and take it quietly. Her way of dealing with bad mood only compounds this issue, as few have been known to bear with the snarky comments she uses to get over her personal lows and insecurities.
Short Bio: Born and raised in the capital of Epsilon Theta, Longannet, neither the neighborhood nor her family were particularly well off. And since a little girl couldn’t be employed, Rachel took to thievery to give the household an income boost. Over the years, she’s become proficient at sleight of hand, unarmed combat and getting from place to place without being noticed. Well, most of the time. Sometimes someone would notice, and so she learned to navigate urban environments quite well, often with officers at her heels. One day, she made a blunder, and one of the officers was faster. Upon her capture, the authorities took note of her agility and resistance to questioning. It wasn’t long until her holding cell was visited by men in armor instead of policemen - the last time she saw her home.
Rachel was sent for “augmentation”, which lead to a fear of needles, and assigned to intelligence. Along with another group of children with similar predispositions, she was engineered and trained to enter and exit any compound, negotiate any terrain or obstacle and extract any necessary information from captives. Rachel was made to be a crossbreed of a black-ops operative and a master interrogator. And then the first tests came. Though considered a relative success, the group’s mind oriented capabilities were weaker than expected. Fearing the possibility of being disposed of, Rachel picked up basic electronic engineering in an attempt to increase her value to the Commonwealth.
Sent to a recon and deep strike team for further training, her outer-colony origins certainly didn’t make her the team’s favorite. Fortunately, there was one other person, a child soldier on tech support duty, in a similar predicament - a Venerian girl named Lucinda Cain. Though Sol-born, Lucinda was nonetheless shunned due to her extensive cybernetics that, in combination with mind magic, allowed her to interface with and rewrite almost any computer system she had previously familiarised herself with. The two quickly formed a sister-like bond, keeping each other’s spirits up in face of the hostile squadmates in addition to the standard horrors of war.
At Proxima, the team was sent to board a Rau’ve electronic warfare ship acting as a jammer with the intent to disable it, allowing the human fleet to target the aliens at full range with more than thermal detection. But before they got even halfway through to their objective, Lucinda tripped a silent alarm she wasn’t familiar with. The boarding team was set upon by the Rau’ve shipboard security, the two child soldiers were abandoned by the squad and Rachel was captured.
In captivity, the former thief awaited her inevitable execution for the horrid things she was forced to inflict upon captured aliens at the Commonwealth’s orders during her training. Against all expectations, she and those like her received good treatment, which greatly aided her recovery. However, she couldn’t return to normal life, if “return” was even applicable. She didn’t know much besides thievery and war, despite the efforts of some of her alien captors, or rather saviors. All of this pushed reason aside and fanned the flames of vengeance that lay dormant at the back of her mind, and seeing an opportunity for revenge, she took it.
Personality: While her Commonwealth file describes her as 'distrustful, abrasive and hard to work with' due to spending her childhood as a thief, she wouldn’t go that far. She’d call herself 'careful when dealing with people'. Though she does usually prefer to stay unnoticed, she recognizes she will need a few friends to get back at those who took her life away. To this end, she is willing to put her distrustful careful attitude aside, in spite of her fear of losing yet another person close to her. Though it may take a while for her to overcome it at first, it’s not impossible, as sometimes she may be heard fondly reminiscing of 'a dear friend' from the war. Once she warms up to someone, this fear of losing the people close to her drives her to be a little overprotective of these people, often to a fault.
She’s about as cheerful as someone who grew up just above the poverty line and got kidnapped by the government to fight in a war can be, adopting a cynical worldview, gravitating towards dark humor. While she still has no problems with theft, she draws the line at needless killing. Having already killed so many during the war, she’ll try to solve problems in a non-lethal way if possible now that she has a choice.
Planetary Bodies: Tranbir - A gas giant comparable in mass to Jupiter and the only noteworthy feature of the Epsilon Theta system. Tranbir has a belt made up of rock fragments and ice, suspected to be the remains of a moon similar to Enceladus, in addition to over eighty moons. The second largest of which, Tranbir-IX, is the only inhabited body, not counting several orbital refineries, and serves as the system’s capital.
Location: Epsilon Theta is a border system on the inner edge of the outer worlds. It borders a few other Commonwealth systems near the outer edge of colonized space, far from any other powers.
Name: Tranbir-IX
World Type: Tranbir-IX, shortened to T-IX or just Tranbir for convenience, is a barren rock with no hydrosphere and a dense Nitrogen atmosphere. Due to its heavy core, the gravity is quite comfortable to human life. Prior to being stripped of resources, T-IX was rich with copper and gold. Now, only countless shafts crisscrossing T-IX’s crust remain.
Classification: Class K
The Civilized Populace: Terran
Population: Last prewar estimate states around 25 million, but high death rate among the poor and unchecked migration during the war leaves its accuracy in question.
Tourism: Epsilon Theta is a glorified gas station. The only people that ever go there are either immigrating workers, freighter pilots hauling ice from the belt away or warships coming in to refuel.
Society: Tranbir-IX’s entire population lives in subterranean “habitats” dotted around the terminator line - former gold and copper mines that were widened and converted into underground cities, all of which are separated into different levels. While the layout and number of strata of each habitat differs by depth and population, they all follow the same general pattern:
Strata A - Being closest to the surface, Strata A contains spaceports, fuel storage and cargo spaces. It has no habitation modules.
Strata B - Strata B contains high-class housing and entertainment, and the only place where the inhabitants can own their homes. Only people who live or work there are allowed to enter this strata.
Strata C - Strata C contains rental housing of decent quality, as well as all educational facilities.
Strata D - The middle ground between lower and middle class, this strata of the moon’s capital was Rachel’s home. The biggest difference from Strata E are private bathrooms and kitchens for every apartment.
Strata E - A low-income strata with shared habitation modules. The bottom of society.
Strata F - A desolate strata inhabited by lowlifes and the homeless, but watched over by the best guards to keep the shaky peace. Generally not a good place to be, no matter if you're a thief or a model citizen.
Each strata is further divided into sublevels following the same convention - the upper ones are more affluent than the lower ones. There is another strata below F, an unofficial “Strata G” where all of the waste from the habitat is dumped. Strata G is inaccessible due to its toxic environment with the exception of HAZMAT geological teams regularly checking the integrity of supports and the occasional black market smuggler. Due to the mining origins and nature of the entire system, the local dialect incorporates many mining and geology terms. As all Tranbirans live underground, schools include mandatory safety lectures dealing with geology, air quality and other hazards.
“You talk too much. Our ancestors came up with a nice, simple word for these occasions, it’s the word ‘no’.” she rolled her eyes at Rook’s response just in time to see something in the sky. A dot at first, but quickly getting bigger and bigger. Soon the dot had arms, legs, thrusters...
As if this couldn’t get any worse. It almost sounded like the start of a bad joke. ‘Two former child soldiers, a giant, a merc and a battlemech meet outside a prison ship...’. “Ye’ve gotta be takin’ the piss here!” she groaned somewhere between frustrated rage and utter terror, hastily repositioning to put something between herself and the third newcomer. As if it would be of any help against that mountain of metal and death. Somehow she doubted her telekinesis would be enough here. And she thought things have gone out of her league before. At this rate, the entire Ascendancy Fleet would show up in the next five minutes.
Fortunately, this one seemed to be a fan of poetry as well. If poetry meant a friendly, then there was now a good chance they might make it out alive even if Tiny decided to do something stupid. On the condition that this bright red beast could fit into the ship’s corridors. “Nice entrance.” She regained some of her composure and stepped out from her cover. “Did you rehearse that, or is that just the way you roll?”
The appearance of yet another armored suit, this one somewhere in between Rook and the Red Baron, made her seriously doubt the life choices she’s made over the previous year. It was only when the suit’s occupant spoke did she breath a sigh of relief. “Finally!” It had to be the big guy, no one else spoke in an accent even weirder than that of Arcturus. She was relieved when Kelan didn’t trust Tiny either, yet at the same time disconcerted when he mentioned a hostile encounter with one of his buddies. True to her word, she’s kept her eyes on the newcomers, though mainly Rook, and thus hasn’t noticed the damage Belial’s suffered. “Careful, big guy. I heard a high-powered railgun shot just before the defecation hit the ventilation. Any helpful sensors on that thing that might tell us whereabouts he might be hiding?”
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