Roslyn sat at her swiveling chair, her desk scattered with pages consisting of scribbled, messy jottings, some pages complete facial sketches, others paragraphs and paragraphs of handwritten notes. She scribbled at another piece, looking up at the wall of screens, all different models, all varying in size. Some were really old, some the most recent of technology. Anything she could salvage, really. She constantly alternated from looking from her notes to the screens above her. Each had a number written in indelible ink, from one to twenty two, she continued to write, almost violently now as she jumped to a facial sketch within seconds. Her constant obsession over her job was more of an addiction, for hours on end she sat and never stopped writing, her wrists were plagued with aches often, but nonetheless did this stop her. She stopped after a continuous hour of writing nonstop, smiling slightly as she zoomed into screen four; a news reporter stood outside in the center of the markets of Illium, her current residence due to Omega being under more threat, from what she'd heard. She turned on the sound to hear yet another report on her, when press was slow these often came about, it was nice to know people considered her a superstition, and that many think it's true.
'The Observer. This name is often whispered in hushed tones on Omega, and Illium. Rumor has it that he has cameras everywhere, and see's everything despite the fact he's rumored to be eyeless. Apparently he charges major amounts of money to those who seek information. And despite the authorities attempts to track him down, wherever he is, he's never left a trace. Those who have met him before say that he moves from his two bases on a bi-monthly basis. But is this fact, or a widely believed superstition?'
A knock at the door made her jump, another customer, most likely. She was already scraping in at least ten thousand credits each month, her clients, or those who wanted to make an appointment, firstly had to pay off her broker, Morikei. A well known and trusted socialite here, no one would suspect the turian of working for her. He'd then blindfold them and drop them off inside her apartment building. They'd then have to pay to come in, then for every hour. But those who were desperate did.
The knocking continued again, Roslyn got up to reveal her biomechanical forearm and shin from the dark silk dressing gown she hung round her shoulders, along with a pair of grey shorts and a plain white tank top, she tied the belt of her gown and looked through the peephole of her door. Despite the fact that she sat watching screens all day, she managed to keep her toned, slim figure.
Jona Sederis, the leader of Eclipse, stood at the door. Roslyn smiled as she propped herself against the doorway, her arms crossed. "Well well, look who's back."
"I need some info, T-O, now. I don't have much time." Her tone was serious, unlike her last visits. She walked in past her and sat on the chair next to her desk. Roslyn followed the Asari back and sat in her usual chair. "Okay, what for, what information, be exact." She looked at her face once more, she was worried. "Don't have much time until what?" Roslyn questioned her.
"I need to see the activity of the police force here, they're on my tail. I need to know what they've been doing to find me."
Roslyn nodded, she recorded the Authorities' activities often. "I bet you're glad we ended on good terms" she smiled as she flicked through her many folders, finding the one entitled 'Authorities - Illium'
"I am, at least you're useful compared to the ex's that tried to rat me out." Jona replied as she took the folder and began to read through Roslyn's notes.
"They've been around asking alot of people, new members also were recruited. Citadelian badges on their sleeves. Bailey's after you, no doubt about it. But the little bitches are clueless about me, so they'll still be doing what they were doing last."
Jona nodded as she put the file down, "If you don't hear from me again, presume me imprisoned or dead. And if I manage to get outta this, call me, I wanna get a drink with you sometime." The Asari stood up now.
"I'm looking forward to it." Roslyn smiled again, she gave Jona a quick embrace before she left, shutting the door behind her.
Roslyn walked to her wardrobe, getting dressed into a casual leather jacket with her favorite
crop top which finished in a turtle neck, along with a pair of skinny jeans and high heeled boots. She always dressed up when going outside, or when meeting a new client. First impressions were, from her experience, actually rather important. Within the first fifteenth seconds of seeing someone, the mind begins to form a judgement of some sort. There weren't any meetings scheduled for today, but it was better to be prepared.
Another knock came from her door. Possibly Jona again. Though probably another unscheduled client Morikei forgot to inform her of. She looked through the peephole.
Citadelian Authority Figures, from the looks of them. Roslyn reached for her pistol, keeping it hidden behind her back as she creaked the door open slightly.
"Are you Miss Roslyn Reteck?"
"Who wants to know?"
"We are Councillors, recruiting for Project Seraph. May we come in?"
"No."
"Oh- okay then, well, we are here to recruit you, Miss Reteck, to-"
"What is this 'Project Seraph'?"
"A team to deal with the attacks of Cerberus."
Cerberus. This word made a pang of anger.. and fear in Roslyn's heart. She turned away now, looking at the floor, then rubbing her hand across the black box which covered her face. She dropped the pistol, her (cybernetic) hand formed a fist. She looked down once more.
"I.. I thought they'd faded-.." She muttered,
"The terrorist organization known as Cerberus is a threat we can no longer afford to turn a blind eye to. While the Reapers invade our galaxy and our worlds burn, Cerberus has proven to be a thorn in the side of the races of Citadel space! It is for this reason the Council has approved the creation of a new unit. A team to deal with the Cerberus threat and snuff them out of existence before they cost us an even greater war. You, Miss Reteck, have been chosen to enlist in Project Seraph. A team hand selected to deal with this enemy before they cost us everything." One said, reading from their tablet."
Roslyn nodded.
"Do we get paid?"
"I presume so, yes."
"I guess I have nothing to loose, then. Give me a moment to pack a bag." She left the door open, accidentally stumbling and hitting her shin off the table, she went to her room and packed a bag of clothes and essentials before putting it on her back and setting her cameras to record once more. She then walked out and met them in their vehicle, they drove to their ship and off to the Citadel.
Once there, Roslyn made her way to the 'meeting room', slipping in quietly and leaning on the wall, her arms crossed as she watched the members converse.