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“We two are like rubber and glue, whatever you throw at me, bounces back and sticks to you. I am not here to pretend that I want to be a hero, I am here because of one thing. My own survival.
If I stay in prison with no access to my powers, I'll be dead within the week. Only reason it didn't happen before was because Cyborg and Jinx watched over me constantly but even they'd slip up at one point or the other...and then I'd die-
-At least he wasn’t the one to give his entire backstory to the room. Took, about what? Six minutes. At least he doesn’t have to sit on the couch with her any more. Here he thought he was going to have to sit down, have a heart to heart. Here he thought she was going to be the type with all her walls up, and she pushed people away. Seems her walls are paper thin, if that’s all it took.
Oh look. More speeches. From Tony Stark.
We’re all chosen for a reason. He’s paraphrasing because it sounds like the same schtick he has heard before. Maybe he believes it more from Tony Stark because he is the rebel Avenger. His name is plastered on everything he touches, but he didn’t like the attempt to pacify him by calling Batman a hypocrite. When it seemed everyone idolized him, but him. Like he had a vendetta against Batman. Like he had something against heroes.
Like Niel is the villain.
Take it down a notch Niel. Starting to sound bitter again.
So, what from what he can gather. Attempting to direct his mind elsewhere; Iron-Man clone - he said it himself, a goody-two shoes Tony said it himself she is on the right path, well the are three he pointed to. And a person who turns into a four armed monstrosity with a shaky past, as shaky as Ashe’s defensive foundation.
And Ashe. In her own category still making herself as unlikable as ever. And all he did was kick an elevator control panel; “Well...technically, I'd just be going back to where I came from. So, no change there for me but I get what you mean. I'll play nice, Mr. Stark. I do need everyone here to keep me alive, better if everyone wants to do it instead of me having to use you as human shields. "
Oh. Oh they are doing introductions now. Shit he’s not prepared. Feeling himself relax just a little once Melissa begins to introduce herself.
So another villain looking to redeem themselves. Tony Stark seems to have a type. When there’s no immediate response from the others. He sighs. Fine. Fuck you can do this.
“Hi, this is my first AA meeting,” Niel snorts a laugh, okay that was lame, “Okay I admit. Not my finest material. But I can’t go back down the elevator and try to get it again. Cause I. uh. Yeah, let’s not talk about that. It spontaneously combusted. Weird how that happens with fancy super tech. Since someone outed me and didn’t even give me a chance to expose my own sad backstory. I am Nathaniel Quinzel, and yes, I am the Son of Joker and Harley Quinn. But, interesting fact, I am not a reformed villain. So, that’s a start, be weird if there were three in that role. Then they would have to fight for the spotlight.”
If I stay in prison with no access to my powers, I'll be dead within the week. Only reason it didn't happen before was because Cyborg and Jinx watched over me constantly but even they'd slip up at one point or the other...and then I'd die-
-At least he wasn’t the one to give his entire backstory to the room. Took, about what? Six minutes. At least he doesn’t have to sit on the couch with her any more. Here he thought he was going to have to sit down, have a heart to heart. Here he thought she was going to be the type with all her walls up, and she pushed people away. Seems her walls are paper thin, if that’s all it took.
Oh look. More speeches. From Tony Stark.
We’re all chosen for a reason. He’s paraphrasing because it sounds like the same schtick he has heard before. Maybe he believes it more from Tony Stark because he is the rebel Avenger. His name is plastered on everything he touches, but he didn’t like the attempt to pacify him by calling Batman a hypocrite. When it seemed everyone idolized him, but him. Like he had a vendetta against Batman. Like he had something against heroes.
Like Niel is the villain.
Take it down a notch Niel. Starting to sound bitter again.
So, what from what he can gather. Attempting to direct his mind elsewhere; Iron-Man clone - he said it himself, a goody-two shoes Tony said it himself she is on the right path, well the are three he pointed to. And a person who turns into a four armed monstrosity with a shaky past, as shaky as Ashe’s defensive foundation.
And Ashe. In her own category still making herself as unlikable as ever. And all he did was kick an elevator control panel; “Well...technically, I'd just be going back to where I came from. So, no change there for me but I get what you mean. I'll play nice, Mr. Stark. I do need everyone here to keep me alive, better if everyone wants to do it instead of me having to use you as human shields. "
Oh. Oh they are doing introductions now. Shit he’s not prepared. Feeling himself relax just a little once Melissa begins to introduce herself.
So another villain looking to redeem themselves. Tony Stark seems to have a type. When there’s no immediate response from the others. He sighs. Fine. Fuck you can do this.
“Hi, this is my first AA meeting,” Niel snorts a laugh, okay that was lame, “Okay I admit. Not my finest material. But I can’t go back down the elevator and try to get it again. Cause I. uh. Yeah, let’s not talk about that. It spontaneously combusted. Weird how that happens with fancy super tech. Since someone outed me and didn’t even give me a chance to expose my own sad backstory. I am Nathaniel Quinzel, and yes, I am the Son of Joker and Harley Quinn. But, interesting fact, I am not a reformed villain. So, that’s a start, be weird if there were three in that role. Then they would have to fight for the spotlight.”
They were getting close to their destination, now. She sighs. Hope this goes better than the last fucking time and this team doesn’t get themselves blown up on day one. She flips on the comms once more, “We’re just about planet side, gets to the comms room for a briefing.”
Alyssa gives her a thumbs up, “Very nice. Very Captain-like.”
Sirin smiles, she has her moments, that’s for sure. She turns around, to head to the comms room. She stops in her tracks when she realizes Thomas is giving her a worrisome expression.
“There an issue already?” she asks.
“One of the assigned crew members never boarded,” Thomas begins.
Fuck. Already a member down. The Citadel really knew how to choose them for this mission. She hails Thomas to follow her, as she heads to the elevator.
“Remind me who we have,” she commands.
“Ciann has the most experience as a soldier, merc too at some point in his history,” Thomas is trying to keep his voice down so as to not alert prying ears.
“Right, he’s a given on the field,” she doesn’t want to know about the ground team already guaranteed to be on the field, “I don’t want to know about the given team.”
“Er,” Thomas taps his tablet quickly, “Let’s see-
-Sirin impatiently snatches the tablet out of his hands, while heading into the elevator, “I’ll do it myself.”
He looks embarrassed. Actually he looks like a wounded animal, as he pouts, and slightly hangs his head low. While the doors close, she flips over the tablet to look over the crew. Alyssa is the first name that pops up. Alphabetical order, huh. Well that’s an automatic No. Can’t have their pilot dying on them. Who else is going to fly this hunk of metal around?
No. Flip.
Absolutely not.
No prior combat skills. Thank you Citadel Counsel for that. No.
No.
Mmmm. Nope.
Doesn’t know how to use a basic handgun. By the goddess. Did they just scrape together the crew from the bottom of the barrel? Nope. Nuh uh.
Bad. Bad.
Accuracy is a little low. So they are going to shoot their eye out?! Can she find someone at least semi-competent-
-oh. This could work. Has had prior experience against Cerberus. Sure his marks aren’t the greatest and yes it’s a risk to just throw the Chief of Medical onto the field. But he can take care of himself and isn’t someone they have to babysit while on the ground. And she knew both Rith and Solorha. Neither of them would just send a Human toddler out onto a mission wearing diapers. He’d have some bite to him.
Taking a detour before heading to the briefing room, into the medical office. He’s currently looking over a tablet himself. Seemingly busy with note taking, a mop of messy brown hair, with strands of electric blonde from a bad dye job. As if he was trying to quickly cover up the blonde with brown.
“You’re needed,” she orders.
He looks up at her, “Needed?” He raises a brow.
“In the briefing room with everybody else,” she’s about to turn on her heels and walk out, but she notices him about to say something.
“While I am a qualified as an EMT, am I getting a little more than I am needed-
-oh I am sorry, did you want to retire in the medical office, have a nap, while everybody else did all of the work,”
He briefly scowls, “Not what I was implying. I’ve never been trained for ground work-
-well I guess you’re learning on the job,” she interrupts again, “Are you done whinging?”
His professional mask slightly slips, as he gives her a deep furrow of his brows, “It wasn’t whinging. I prefer clear and concise information.’
“You’ll get that in the briefing room,” really this was the so-called son of Rith? She expected better.
“Again, not what I meant, fine, I am coming,”
Of course now she thinks he’s a baby who complains about going onto the field. The issue wasn’t about going onto the field or not. What did he need to bring along? What medical equipment is she expecting? He means unless she expects him to go onto the field as a common everyday soldier or something. Which he is not?
You know who is, however, the big guy with the beard and bushy hair. Now that’s a proper soldier, has the look in his eye as well. The one Riegel knows all too well. The look that says they have seen it all, carnage, death, and so and so forth. That’s a bit dramatic, but it’s the truth. He’s seen it in the Alliance Soldiers he used to treat back at the Citadel.
Then there is-
-fuck the Goddess. Kaevius. The Turian he had been trying to avoid this entire time. If he could camouflage into the chair, he would. Kaevius knows every damn embarrassing secret about him there is to know and he can definitely use it as a moment's notice. He’s also very aware that he sang that damn song and if he has any copies left and distributes them amongst the crew - Riegel will cease to exist. He’ll find a way to utterly vanish.
Then there is the bulkiest Quarian he’s ever seen, that’s not criticism. He just didn’t consider they could come in Would and Could probably kick his ass packages. Most Quarians he knew folded like origami. She didn’t look like origami.
Only three people? Including him, that makes four? Where was their fourth? He’s the fourth?
Then there is Ka’Sirin Aemoani. She’s too the point, which is fine, if she wasn’t just giving you the tip of the knife and not giving you enough time to process she had had one. She’s younger than Rith and Solorha, that’s for sure. She too is athletically built, with the attitude of a Krogan in heat.
“Welcome to the SSV-Intervention, blah blah, I already did a speech earlier,” Ka’Sirin begins, she’s wildly waving what she is saying away with eager hand gestures, “You know why we’re here. To kick Cereberus in the face so hard the plastic of their visors digs into their face.”
That’s one way of putting it, he guesses.
“And we might have a lead on who is currently leading the new Cerberus. A beneficial benefactor, sent us information on a remote planet in the Arghos Rho System. Ebos. It was believed to be not inhabited, until recently. Someone has tipped us off on a Cerberus base. They seem to be working on a project. We’re not entirely sure what this project is. But your mission is to determine what they are working on, bring us any information you can, and destroy the base afterwards.”
“Er ma’am,” Alyssa can be heard on the intercom.
“Yes,” Ka’Sirin responds, “What is it?”
“Someone has already beaten us to Ebos, and it’s a disaster,” Alyssa responds, “Cerberus has set their own base to be destroyed.”
“Well get us down there as quickly as you can,” Ka’Sirin quickly turns her head, “On the ground Ciann, you’re in charge. You give the orders, you declare where you need to go. What matters is getting the information on what they are working on.”
Great. Fantastic. First day of work. And it’s not as he intended. Which was getting down all the known medical information of the crew and getting the office organized for all sorts of potential emergencies. Instead maybe he’ll die today. Or maybe he’s being melodramatic.
A sea of yellow grass swayed in the wind. A stiff wind, or maybe a wind with barely the strength to fully push the yellow wheat like grass. Only moving the tips instead. Creating tiny ripples on the surface of the planet. The sound of bullets ricocheting echoed from a window of a gray, dome facility.
This wasn’t worth it. Kaiser, huffed. His men were being ripped to shreds by a Cerberus mech.
“Get down!” he shouts at Lance, though it’s too late, as ammo rips through his bulletproof vest like it were made out of vapor. Blood splattering across the walls, clips ripping through metal like paper. Lokea ran off down somewhere? That hallway maybe. If he gets out of this alive, he’s tracking her down and shaking her off her Chips. She better not get that information and sell it to the highest fucking bidder. Without him.
He knew that bitch was going to betray them. An alarm goes off;
Shiiiit! Rolling to the nearest cover. Attempting to dodge the spray of clips from the mech. When he found Lokea, he is going to-
-He hears Ceberus marching down a hallway, “Quickly. There’s a shuttle!”
Another damn group is coming to join the party. Too bad the fireworks set for the show is going to kill anyone in the process if they don’t get the fuck out.
You have been sent to Ebos, to obtain data about Cerberus current whereabouts. You are supposed to get into the facility and scrub their computers of information about their current projects, and their current future plans. You were supposed to destroy the base afterwards, however, it appears a Mercenary group has arrived before you to capture the data themselves. However, it is likely they are going to sell the data, rather than turn it into the Alliance. Deal with the remaining Cerberus security ,who are currently trying to evacuate after a self detonation of the facility has been activated, and Mercenary group as you feel is necessary.
Secondary: Find out about the Mercenary group and who they were going to sell the information and determine what interested parties are involved.
Alyssa gives her a thumbs up, “Very nice. Very Captain-like.”
Sirin smiles, she has her moments, that’s for sure. She turns around, to head to the comms room. She stops in her tracks when she realizes Thomas is giving her a worrisome expression.
“There an issue already?” she asks.
“One of the assigned crew members never boarded,” Thomas begins.
Fuck. Already a member down. The Citadel really knew how to choose them for this mission. She hails Thomas to follow her, as she heads to the elevator.
“Remind me who we have,” she commands.
“Ciann has the most experience as a soldier, merc too at some point in his history,” Thomas is trying to keep his voice down so as to not alert prying ears.
“Right, he’s a given on the field,” she doesn’t want to know about the ground team already guaranteed to be on the field, “I don’t want to know about the given team.”
“Er,” Thomas taps his tablet quickly, “Let’s see-
-Sirin impatiently snatches the tablet out of his hands, while heading into the elevator, “I’ll do it myself.”
He looks embarrassed. Actually he looks like a wounded animal, as he pouts, and slightly hangs his head low. While the doors close, she flips over the tablet to look over the crew. Alyssa is the first name that pops up. Alphabetical order, huh. Well that’s an automatic No. Can’t have their pilot dying on them. Who else is going to fly this hunk of metal around?
No. Flip.
Absolutely not.
No prior combat skills. Thank you Citadel Counsel for that. No.
No.
Mmmm. Nope.
Doesn’t know how to use a basic handgun. By the goddess. Did they just scrape together the crew from the bottom of the barrel? Nope. Nuh uh.
Bad. Bad.
Accuracy is a little low. So they are going to shoot their eye out?! Can she find someone at least semi-competent-
-oh. This could work. Has had prior experience against Cerberus. Sure his marks aren’t the greatest and yes it’s a risk to just throw the Chief of Medical onto the field. But he can take care of himself and isn’t someone they have to babysit while on the ground. And she knew both Rith and Solorha. Neither of them would just send a Human toddler out onto a mission wearing diapers. He’d have some bite to him.
Taking a detour before heading to the briefing room, into the medical office. He’s currently looking over a tablet himself. Seemingly busy with note taking, a mop of messy brown hair, with strands of electric blonde from a bad dye job. As if he was trying to quickly cover up the blonde with brown.
“You’re needed,” she orders.
He looks up at her, “Needed?” He raises a brow.
“In the briefing room with everybody else,” she’s about to turn on her heels and walk out, but she notices him about to say something.
“While I am a qualified as an EMT, am I getting a little more than I am needed-
-oh I am sorry, did you want to retire in the medical office, have a nap, while everybody else did all of the work,”
He briefly scowls, “Not what I was implying. I’ve never been trained for ground work-
-well I guess you’re learning on the job,” she interrupts again, “Are you done whinging?”
His professional mask slightly slips, as he gives her a deep furrow of his brows, “It wasn’t whinging. I prefer clear and concise information.’
“You’ll get that in the briefing room,” really this was the so-called son of Rith? She expected better.
“Again, not what I meant, fine, I am coming,”
Of course now she thinks he’s a baby who complains about going onto the field. The issue wasn’t about going onto the field or not. What did he need to bring along? What medical equipment is she expecting? He means unless she expects him to go onto the field as a common everyday soldier or something. Which he is not?
You know who is, however, the big guy with the beard and bushy hair. Now that’s a proper soldier, has the look in his eye as well. The one Riegel knows all too well. The look that says they have seen it all, carnage, death, and so and so forth. That’s a bit dramatic, but it’s the truth. He’s seen it in the Alliance Soldiers he used to treat back at the Citadel.
Then there is-
-fuck the Goddess. Kaevius. The Turian he had been trying to avoid this entire time. If he could camouflage into the chair, he would. Kaevius knows every damn embarrassing secret about him there is to know and he can definitely use it as a moment's notice. He’s also very aware that he sang that damn song and if he has any copies left and distributes them amongst the crew - Riegel will cease to exist. He’ll find a way to utterly vanish.
Then there is the bulkiest Quarian he’s ever seen, that’s not criticism. He just didn’t consider they could come in Would and Could probably kick his ass packages. Most Quarians he knew folded like origami. She didn’t look like origami.
Only three people? Including him, that makes four? Where was their fourth? He’s the fourth?
Then there is Ka’Sirin Aemoani. She’s too the point, which is fine, if she wasn’t just giving you the tip of the knife and not giving you enough time to process she had had one. She’s younger than Rith and Solorha, that’s for sure. She too is athletically built, with the attitude of a Krogan in heat.
“Welcome to the SSV-Intervention, blah blah, I already did a speech earlier,” Ka’Sirin begins, she’s wildly waving what she is saying away with eager hand gestures, “You know why we’re here. To kick Cereberus in the face so hard the plastic of their visors digs into their face.”
That’s one way of putting it, he guesses.
“And we might have a lead on who is currently leading the new Cerberus. A beneficial benefactor, sent us information on a remote planet in the Arghos Rho System. Ebos. It was believed to be not inhabited, until recently. Someone has tipped us off on a Cerberus base. They seem to be working on a project. We’re not entirely sure what this project is. But your mission is to determine what they are working on, bring us any information you can, and destroy the base afterwards.”
“Er ma’am,” Alyssa can be heard on the intercom.
“Yes,” Ka’Sirin responds, “What is it?”
“Someone has already beaten us to Ebos, and it’s a disaster,” Alyssa responds, “Cerberus has set their own base to be destroyed.”
“Well get us down there as quickly as you can,” Ka’Sirin quickly turns her head, “On the ground Ciann, you’re in charge. You give the orders, you declare where you need to go. What matters is getting the information on what they are working on.”
Great. Fantastic. First day of work. And it’s not as he intended. Which was getting down all the known medical information of the crew and getting the office organized for all sorts of potential emergencies. Instead maybe he’ll die today. Or maybe he’s being melodramatic.
A sea of yellow grass swayed in the wind. A stiff wind, or maybe a wind with barely the strength to fully push the yellow wheat like grass. Only moving the tips instead. Creating tiny ripples on the surface of the planet. The sound of bullets ricocheting echoed from a window of a gray, dome facility.
This wasn’t worth it. Kaiser, huffed. His men were being ripped to shreds by a Cerberus mech.
“Get down!” he shouts at Lance, though it’s too late, as ammo rips through his bulletproof vest like it were made out of vapor. Blood splattering across the walls, clips ripping through metal like paper. Lokea ran off down somewhere? That hallway maybe. If he gets out of this alive, he’s tracking her down and shaking her off her Chips. She better not get that information and sell it to the highest fucking bidder. Without him.
He knew that bitch was going to betray them. An alarm goes off;
Shiiiit! Rolling to the nearest cover. Attempting to dodge the spray of clips from the mech. When he found Lokea, he is going to-
-He hears Ceberus marching down a hallway, “Quickly. There’s a shuttle!”
Another damn group is coming to join the party. Too bad the fireworks set for the show is going to kill anyone in the process if they don’t get the fuck out.
Mission 1: Welcome to Ebos
You have been sent to Ebos, to obtain data about Cerberus current whereabouts. You are supposed to get into the facility and scrub their computers of information about their current projects, and their current future plans. You were supposed to destroy the base afterwards, however, it appears a Mercenary group has arrived before you to capture the data themselves. However, it is likely they are going to sell the data, rather than turn it into the Alliance. Deal with the remaining Cerberus security ,who are currently trying to evacuate after a self detonation of the facility has been activated, and Mercenary group as you feel is necessary.
Secondary: Find out about the Mercenary group and who they were going to sell the information and determine what interested parties are involved.
@Timemaster
“The Rude Witch of the West? Not funny...daddy should've taught you how to make better jokes.”
Has she ever met his Pops? His jokes are never funny. Gruesome, sure. The punchline always ends up in someone’s torment. Or it’s extremely corny and no one is laughing, there’s just dead silence. The literal kind of dead silence and then the not so literal dead silence.
Sure he recognizes Ashe. From his Teen Titan days, but nothing seems to have changed. Sure he had a meltdown in an elevator, but he wasn’t openly hostile to people. What a way to make friends. Let’s douse someone with water or illusionary water. Let’s pretend to drop a guillotine -
Looking back at the “guy” who had attempted to weasel his way in without being noticed, is now a hulking four armed monster. Chie freaks out, she jumps into the air like a mouse before toppling over.
“You have an odd way of making friends,” Niel tells Ashe, “Being openly hostile with others.”
He takes another second.
Watching her interact with the rest. Sure he’s not always the best person to be around. Yes, he is a walking neon sign of mental issues. But treating one girl right, and the rest the way she did. Didn’t sit right with him. And there’s no way of making that funny. He steps forward as she is interacting with the other young woman he doesn’t know by name.
“Hey Ashe, since we’re airing people’s laundry out,” Niel begins, “How long are you going to stay here before you decide that the hero's life isn’t for you? Yeah I broke an elevator panel, not my finest moment I admit, but I am not trying to catch ants with a magnifying glass and hot sauce.”
“The Rude Witch of the West? Not funny...daddy should've taught you how to make better jokes.”
Has she ever met his Pops? His jokes are never funny. Gruesome, sure. The punchline always ends up in someone’s torment. Or it’s extremely corny and no one is laughing, there’s just dead silence. The literal kind of dead silence and then the not so literal dead silence.
Sure he recognizes Ashe. From his Teen Titan days, but nothing seems to have changed. Sure he had a meltdown in an elevator, but he wasn’t openly hostile to people. What a way to make friends. Let’s douse someone with water or illusionary water. Let’s pretend to drop a guillotine -
Looking back at the “guy” who had attempted to weasel his way in without being noticed, is now a hulking four armed monster. Chie freaks out, she jumps into the air like a mouse before toppling over.
“You have an odd way of making friends,” Niel tells Ashe, “Being openly hostile with others.”
He takes another second.
Watching her interact with the rest. Sure he’s not always the best person to be around. Yes, he is a walking neon sign of mental issues. But treating one girl right, and the rest the way she did. Didn’t sit right with him. And there’s no way of making that funny. He steps forward as she is interacting with the other young woman he doesn’t know by name.
“Hey Ashe, since we’re airing people’s laundry out,” Niel begins, “How long are you going to stay here before you decide that the hero's life isn’t for you? Yeah I broke an elevator panel, not my finest moment I admit, but I am not trying to catch ants with a magnifying glass and hot sauce.”
@Timemaster
Embarrassingly looking at the control panel for the elevator. Real smooth there Niel. In fact that’s the smoothest you’ve ever been. “Smoothly” walking in attempting to be more graceful, as Chie looks like she’s going to hurl on the nice rich man’s carpet. Are we still eating the rich or not eating this richy rich? He notices another guy trying to sneak in.
Does he think he’s going to go unnoticed in a room?
Let’s see. We have a kid. That reads Trauma waiting to happen. Yes, he read the age restrictions, yes he is aware that there would be kids. No he didn’t realize anyone would actually hire kids. This world is kind of fucked if you think about it. No one is outright objecting to getting kids killed or injured. Guess it makes sense, superheroes have never heard of child labor laws.
Got a guy who gives him the impression of the one in charge. Younger than him, but he knows that stance and that eagerness in his eye. Fuck. He’s feeling old and he’s only fucking twenty. Guess twenty is the new sixty and sixteen is the new twenty.
Another seventeen year old.
Chie.
“Oh my, oh my. Looks like we’ve got the baby Joker in person. Hey there kiddo!”
Baby Joker? His eye twitches a little and doesn’t register what else Ashe is saying. Baby Joker is fighting words. Now Niel remembers about being smooth. Smooth personality. Not your smooth brain.
See be cool. You can be cool. Not an absolute nutcase. See. Chill. Not everyone who mentions Joker is-
-Did she just pour water over Chie!? Even though he has his limits, “Baby Joker is a nice one. So, what do they call you? The Rude Witch of the West.”
Embarrassingly looking at the control panel for the elevator. Real smooth there Niel. In fact that’s the smoothest you’ve ever been. “Smoothly” walking in attempting to be more graceful, as Chie looks like she’s going to hurl on the nice rich man’s carpet. Are we still eating the rich or not eating this richy rich? He notices another guy trying to sneak in.
Does he think he’s going to go unnoticed in a room?
Let’s see. We have a kid. That reads Trauma waiting to happen. Yes, he read the age restrictions, yes he is aware that there would be kids. No he didn’t realize anyone would actually hire kids. This world is kind of fucked if you think about it. No one is outright objecting to getting kids killed or injured. Guess it makes sense, superheroes have never heard of child labor laws.
Got a guy who gives him the impression of the one in charge. Younger than him, but he knows that stance and that eagerness in his eye. Fuck. He’s feeling old and he’s only fucking twenty. Guess twenty is the new sixty and sixteen is the new twenty.
Another seventeen year old.
Chie.
“Oh my, oh my. Looks like we’ve got the baby Joker in person. Hey there kiddo!”
Baby Joker? His eye twitches a little and doesn’t register what else Ashe is saying. Baby Joker is fighting words. Now Niel remembers about being smooth. Smooth personality. Not your smooth brain.
See be cool. You can be cool. Not an absolute nutcase. See. Chill. Not everyone who mentions Joker is-
-Did she just pour water over Chie!? Even though he has his limits, “Baby Joker is a nice one. So, what do they call you? The Rude Witch of the West.”
I cannot guarantee I'll join, but I saw this and I am very tempted considering I love this game so much and the world lore - let me think about this. I really hate you [playful tone] putting up a RP based on a special interest of mine.
@xXSINXxAnd I did consider it.
@xXSINXx Denied - Thank you for your interest. However, I forgot to switch the RP to Full.
Scars still rippled across the galaxy. People were beginning to rebuild, some did so because they sought closure, putting and end of tragedy behind them. While others did so in order to tackle their own grief. While others remained angry through their sorrow. Four years wasn’t enough time to heal, four years was still fresh in the minds of many. Countless lives lost. Countless sleepless nights for some. Buildings could be rebuilt, but the hearts and minds of people couldn’t be rebuilt.
This collective mission that gathered those of the SSV-Intervention, felt like that in some ways. A mutual few who shared hardships and trauma, whether or not they knew how much in common they shared. To some the SSV-Intervention seemed like the Alliance’s inability to let things go. A cause for vengeance that wasn’t necessary, the events that had spurred those on their destiny were from events that happened a few years ago. Couldn’t they let bygones be bygones? Some wondered.
Whatever the case may be, today the SSV-Intervention departed from the Citadel, collecting the select few who had been chosen to soar across the galaxy tracking and seeking an enemy with multiple heads. While one of the heads of this hydra had been cut off by Shephard, some years ago, some heads remained and had slithered back hiding in shadows. Cerberus was out there, somewhere. In the vacuum of space, hiding in wait, like the lurking predator they were. Some were chosen to track this hydra down. Some were chosen to safekeep this crew. Some were chosen to lead this crew. And some were chosen to safeguard the ship, keeping it maintained.
The SSV-Intervention glided through the stars. This was it. Those that had been chosen now looking out the windows as the Citadel became a speck. Just another piece of space debris floating alongside sparkly rocks they called stars.
Ka’Sirin stood behind the pilot of the cockpit, a young spunky, human woman who had been chosen for this particular role. Orange glasses sat on her face which was dotted with enough freckles she looked like the stars they were setting course for. Her uniform wasn't Alliance colored approved, pink, and white. If Sirin cared, she would have reported her. But Alysa was a bright, pink, speck in a sea of dark colored steel.
Alysa looks up at her, “You should do a speech?” she suggests excitedly.
Sirin studies Alysa for a second, she wants her to do a speech? She didn’t have the natural military bravado for something like a speech.
“What am I Commander Shephard now?” Sirin scoffed with an airy laugh.
“It’s not actually a bad idea,” the Navigator, Thomas states, overhearing their conversation, “Could lift the spirits of those who just left home.”
Sirin sighs. Fine it seems she outnumbered on this one. Turning on the Intercom.
“Eh hem,” Sirin clears her throat, “SSV-Intervention this is your acting captain Ka’Sirin Aemoani. I have been informed more - like pressured into giving a speech.”
“You’re not supposed to say that on the intercom,” Alysa states.
“Godde- I mean,” she clears her throat one more time, “I know the enemy might seem nebulas. They have many forms and Cerberus has slipped through our grip like trying to grip onto sand.”
Alysa gives her a thumbs up in approval.
“But this time, once and for all we will slay this mythical beast for good,” Sirin pauses, “For now get to know your fellow crewmates. Who knows when you will have the time to chat with each other once we reach our destination. That’s it, that’s all I have for a speech, I didn’t write one down.”
“I thought it was very good, poetic,” Alysa tells her.
“Comms are still on,” Thomas tells her.
Goddess. Fuck.
“Right, let’s go kick some Cerberus ass,” she clicks off the intercom. That could have gone much better, could have gone much worse too. Sirin sighs. Though her reasons for piloting this ship were not entirely selfless, as she was sure many of those that accepted the roles on the ship also didn’t choose to be here mostly for altruistic reasons herself.
Anyone who thought otherwise was fooling themselves if they believed themselves to be the next big hero. She wasn’t planning on going anywhere either to be replaced. Their current destination is Ebos in the Arghos Rho system. Perhaps she can selfishly find information on what she is looking to find as well.
For now it was best to get to know the crew before they arrived at their destination
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