The Starfire T-7 was a fine ship, Turian made, it had the well sleeked frame of any sleath ship, and yet had the brute power in it's glow to be used as any ship desired to be on the front-lines. This made it an exclusive and elite vessel, and one that many top of the line scientists had worked on for years to perfect. The ship was run by a Turian named Admiral Hystron, a bit of a stubborn one, with no acceptance of anything less than perfection. He was the captian and corrdinator of the opts mission in which he lead. Him and his team had searched the galaxy for many months to try and build the ulimate fighting team. Whatever struggles they had faced were now in the past, and they had developed a strong fighting force. One that would reek terror on their main objective, "Project: Synthesis" run by a lunatic human named Egeus. Whatever they did they could not fail this mission.. Failure was no longer an option. __________________________________ Axis did not like this, he didn't like this at all. This ship had been made for smaller humans, and other of those tiny species, not for a large Yahg like himself. It was crammed, and he found himself having to turn to the side whenever he would go through one of the doors. "Damn Turians." He would often mutter to himself, whenever he got stuck in one of the doors. More than once some of the crew even had to try and help him get through the doors, which was more and embrassing in itself. Though he knew that there was nothing that he could do about it, it was clear that they had not expected to find a Yahg willing to help them in their goals. The Yahg were pre-spaceflight, and had the technology of what the humans had about two hundred years ago. They lived in tightly-knit packs, with one alpha to watch over them all. This alpha was choosen when the biggest males would fight, and the stronger would come out as the new leader. The loser would then accept their defeat and follow their new leader with all the respect in the world, as was proper. Of course, this was only what Axis had learned from the Salarians and Turians who had raised him, they had implanted him with this knowledge, and often shocked him to see what his brain would react to this new information. This was some of the weaker testing that they had done on him. He once remembered a test in which they had shot him over and over, in the arms and in the legs, to see how much pain it would take for him to fall. It was intense, and the shock-bullets that they had used had done damage to his nerves in his limbs, often making him walk and move funny. For the first few years after the experiment he had, had a slow reaction time when using guns as his nerves wouldn't pick up on the signal from the brain until a few seconds later. This had been corrected by another body of tests, but still there was some damage that could not be repaired. One thing that Axis did like about this ship was how friendly the crew was, sure he probably looked like he wasn't in the mood to speak most of the time, though that did not mean that he didn't understand and thank others (silently of course) when they were being generous to him. You would never guess that he was actually a kind and brave soul, given his rough and dangerous looks. He had not been rasied with the Yahgs, and had instead been brought up in a place where brilliance was madatory. He had an advanced knowledge of almost everything one could speak of about races, and the galaxy itself. He knew the different systems by name, and could list off which planets had been explored, and which still remained unknown. Of course, he didn't like people knowing that he was more than just a brute mercenary, and so he played off the "aggressive and tough" act quite well. He wasn't sure why he didn't want anyone to know that he was actually a genius, he just figured... well, he'd figured that he should play his role as the only Yahg aboard the ship, and that, that role be as someone who desired nothing more than to fight. Fighting was okay, but only when it was an ends to a means. For this reason he approved of what was being done here, and he knew that they needed to stop Egeus. The main was clearly demented, and needed to be destroyed. But he would try and spare as many innocents as he could while going after the man. If the innocents had to bleed for getting rid of the wicked, then wouldn't that make you as bad as those you opposed? Yes, this was all very deep stuff for someone of his "nature" to ponder, but he couldn't help but think of life in the bigger scope like that. He would do as these people asked - for now, but if time came that they asked him to go against his better natures, and kill for no reason then he would leave the operation. No questions asked. Right now the giant alien was on his way to the com room, where he would be formally meeting with the rest of the members of this operation. He had seen a couple of them around. A Quarian, a Turian, a couple of Humans, a Drell, a Elcor, and a Prothean. What an odd squad, and yet he figured that they had all come together from different and somewhat extreme backgrounds to be able to prove themselves worthy to be choosen to be in this squad. It was that reason that Axis respected his fellows, even though he had yet to meet any of them truly. He wondered what they would think of him, surely they had seen him around on the ship, and yet none of them had yet to speak with him. Maybe they were put off by his size, and of the nature of his people. Of course, he would allow the stereotypes, as they ran off him like water now. As long as he knew that he was above the standards in which people claimed him to be, then nothing else mattered. As the only door big enough on the ship for the alien to pass through opened, he walked into the room with nine chairs set up. It appeared that he was the first one here, save Admiral Hystron who sat on the center chair, looking up at Axis as he entered, Axis growled softly. He was not happy that this mission head was a Turian, he hated them almost as much as he hated the Salarians, after everything that they had done to him. "Welcome Axis." The Turian said in a calm voice. "I bid you no harm." He spoke as if he knew what Axis had endured. He only knew what the records had said, he knew nothing off the pain, and agony that the years in captivity had done to him physically and mentally. "I am no friend of yours Turian. I am here only to fight." ___________________________________________ This place was.... well, terrible. Styles hated this ship, hated the crew, hated everything. Why? Well that is a bit of a board question. Styles had never been known to be the most happy and understanding of creatures, even before the Reapers had attacked her and her people and she had been forced into stasis. She had been a proud warrior once, one of the last in the remaining Prothean army following under Commander Javik. She had made a name for herself as one of the best, and a celebrated female warrior. Her father had been a Commander once, however he was killed when she had still been young. Her mother - a scientist had spent all her time on some project which she had was classified information whenever Styles would ask on it. She trained in all her spare time with her fellows, and soon shot up the ranks in the military, along with her lover and friend another Prothean named Advar. The two of them soon became two of the last of their species, and on one day they had been asked to go into stasis. However on the way some of those abominations came, those she had once fought side by side with, now turned insane. They had slaughtered Advar in front of her, but not before he had told her to get to the safety of her stasis, and so she did knowing full well that there was no saving him, and that she needed to think about herself. That always haunted her now, the fact that she had managed to survive, and so many others had died. She could still hear Advar's shrieks in her ears, and it felt like only a couple of months ago and she bore witness to the tragic fall of her people. But she didn't like to think on that, it always made her get more upset when she did, and when she was upset, she got angry, and no one liked her when she was angry. Well no one really liked her period, but that was besides the point. Now she was on this ship, mainly because she needed somewhere to hide from Cerberus, a bunch of idiots who thought that she was valueable. They had found her, and taken her out of stasis, only to be killed by her. However that didn't stop them, they seemed to send out more, and more people to find her, and eventually she had taken peace in a place called Omega. It was a slum, and the people there were mostly criminals, though she didn't care, she just needed somewhere to hide from those who were hunting her down. She found safety with a group of Krogan mercenaries, in which she had remained with for two months before being offered a place on this mission. Truthfully she didn't much care for their cause. The Reapers and this 'Cerberus' were the main threats, and they were both coming. No matter how much she had heard of this 'Shepherd' who tried to convince humanity that the Reapers were coming, it did no good. She had once or twice even thought to go public with herself, and offer information that this man was correct and that the Reapers had been what wiped out her race. But she had decided better against it, it would make Cerberus be able to find her that much easier. I know what you might say, was she that selfish that she would put her safety over knowledge that the galaxy needed? The answer was simple: yes. Styles was not a kind and considerate person, she cared not for what anyone else wanted or needed, as long as she was safe. The only ones she had cared about were her mother and Advar, and they were both long dead. But regardless of what she thought, she was here now, and she had to put up with them no matter what her personal opinions of them and their silly fights were. They offered her safety from Cerberus, and that was all that mattered. Now though, she had to put up with the nagging of the crew, oh how many questions they had asked her. She didn't know how many times she had said; "oh just shut up." To someone here. It seemed like some of them couldn't get it through their thick skulls that she didn't want to speak with them, and that she just wanted to be left alone. They were stupid little creatures, no wonder the Reapers hadn't destroyed them all those years ago. They were just as stupid now, as they were back then. Still she knew that they had advanced, (even though most of their technology was based off of what she and her people had), and as along as they were skilled fighters she would fight with them. Right now she was making her way to the comm room where she had been called to meet with the rest of those who she would be fighting alongside with. She was eager to get to see how they compared to the rest of the crew on her 'stupidity' scale. Of course her hopes weren't set too high, as she was sure that they would rank very low. Especially the fact that she had heard that a Yahg and Elcor were part of the crew. How silly, those two slow and stupid creatures. Pssh, she could do better if she was blind, deaf, and couldn't even hold a gun. But regardless it seemed that they had proved themselves good enough to fight alongside the rest of them, and as long as they were able to fire and duck then they were good enough for her. Entering the room, she smirked seeing that she was one of the first, only behind the Turian running the thing, and the Yahg. She rolled her eyes a bit at the both of them, and as the Turian welcomed her. "What? No hug? No kisses? No love for good ol' Styles? Ah, what a shame. This thing isn't starting off well."