MOEBIUS (Lithël Aelfwine x CJ Liston)

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This is a story based in the Mass Effect universe...

Plot: The Moebius crew has been tasked by the Citadel Council to undertake a low-key yet dangerous mission. Objective: entering an uncharted mass relay on the border of the Terminus system and exploring the region to which it leads to.

Taken place after the Reaper wars, their official mission statement is to discover new worlds for which the krogan can begin to rebuild and populate, while looking for other worlds suitable for species also rebuilding. However, the presence of a foul-mouthed asari Spectre complicates their goal, along with the Moebius's motly crew that include a krogan acting the Citadel's head military counselor, turian siblings who are the captain and pilot, a salarian xenologist, yahg chief engineer, and one human doctor. If the racial tensions on a long voyage weren't bad enough, a mystery saboteur begins creating mayhem that could threaten to tear the Moebius crew apart...

Cast:
Name: Urdnot Lakhar
Age: 120
Race: I... AM... KROGAAN!!
Gender: Male
Appearance: Taller than others, with a spike crown on his plates. He has scars all over his body, but the more distinctive one is one of his spikes cut short. Plasma railgun hitted him, never grew again.
General personality: Harsh but amicable, need a couple of battles to get to know you and decide what you're worth. Before that, it's just about your attitude, but he tends to be polite as far as you're polite with him. He's calmed when with others, but is a steaming ball of bloodrage when time comes for him to fight.
Power(s): Biotic soldier with good training with weapons
Weapon(s) of choice: White weapons (Hammers, Axes, Swords... Always has at least one on a mission) and assault rifles.
Occupation: Citadel head military counseler
Significant History: Developed On Role.
Desires/Other: Help advance the krogan relationships with the rest of the galaxy, breed as much little urdnots as he can and find a place for him in the songs and tales of his people.

Name: Ja'thavi Noresse
Age: 485, Matron stage
Race: Asari
Appearance: head is a greenish-teal with her face and rest of her body a lighter tone. Ja'vathi has orange, splotch-like markings that extend across her forehead to the outermost corners of her eyes. Her bottom lip is the same orange color, with a stripe extending from its center to her chin. She has almond-shaped eyes, the color of dark amber, with a furrowed brow that makes her neutral expression look permanently irritated. She is about 5'8" and muscular. Armor- Ja'thavi wears deep purple armor with black matte underneath; gold-painted trimmings and the Council symbol on her right arm. She has a right shoulder guard that rises about nose level and an utility belt for grenades, ammo, and standard combat knife.
Personality: lazy and hot-tempered are her primary attributes. Arrogant, ruthless, provocative, brash, independent, selfish, vengeful, smart, patient
Powers: biotic charge, pull, throw, barrier, warp, shockwave
Weapons of choice: M-22 Eviscerator shotgun, M-12 Locust SMG (both with incendiary ammo), inferno grenades, omni-tool blade
Occupation: Council Spectre
Significant History: Most will be revealed/developed in RP but I'm going to list her past occupations, as these are mostly common knowledge and have added to her bloody reputation and questionable induction to the Spectres; (chronologically) Asari huntress, gun-for-hire, galactic bounty hunter, stripper in Afterlife, part of Aria T'Loak's personal vanguard, Eclipse merc, Spectre.
Desires: Fighting, money, high-grade weapons, sleep

Name: Colev Balear
Race: Salarian
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: She's tall to a salarian, with smooth red skin (she uses smoothing stones to make her scales feel totally smooth) and always has trendy clothes that she tries to renew at every shore leave.
General Personality: She's like the salarian version of a royalty queen. IN human terms, she'd be the trophy wife, always looking gorgeous and with the manners of a princes.
Power/Skills: Able technician, and loves dirty fighting (she likes how the flurry of blows knocks enemies off guard and how fear can instigate enemies to become allies.
Weapons of choice: bare hands, small handguns, stealth packs and drons
Current Occupation: Xenoantropologist... and STG/LoO infiltrate
Significant History: she turned into a military specialist on aliens because she loved to see the world and knowing other peoples. At any rate, it has paid off and she learnt a lot of things...
Desires/Other: Unknown/TBA

Name: Dru'kala Brootrean
Race: Yagh
Age: 54
Gender: male
Appearance: A hulking bulk of muscles with one of his horns missing from a shot. Uses an adapted armor all the time and likes to invent and try new gagets as much as he can, so he's always carrying some new toy, somethin new.
General Personality: he's cool and just liked to go with the flow, but takes the oportunities as they come with daring selflesness, and what he likes most is to explore the new delicacies a whole galaxy has to offer.
Power/Skills: expert on primitive weapons, hand to hand, and shooting ship cannons
Weapons of choice: The ship, of course. And more primitive ones.
Current Occupation: Chief ingeneer
Significant History: Dru was the yagh that got to scape from the salarian facility when everyone was trying to make the krogan female scape, so he's weary (but not angry, he recognizes he'd have done the same) of the salarians. After his scape, he took a freighter and it's pilot hostage, got his hostage to teach hi the tecnology of the ship, selled the pilot as a slave on omega and the freighter (and salarian technology) to the Turians and got to the citadel. He asked to be accepted as a citizen from now on and revealed what the salarians had done to him. After that, he started to work as a technician and learned as much as he could of alien technology. WHen the reaper threat erupted he got into the united militaries' and tried to save as much lives as he could to make the Yahg look good. After the war was over, he was already chief ingeneer of the MOEBIUS after her captain beat him on kills in a battle.
Desires/Other: Unknown/TBA

Name: Nytine Epogius
Race: Turian
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing 6'2", Nytine has black and dark grey skin with very pale facial markings extending from her forehead to her mandibles. Her eyes are gold and green, but one was damaged and blinded, with much scarring and she keeps an eye patch over it.
General Personality: pragmatic, calculating, cold, strategist, honorable, dutiful, straight-forward
Powers/Skills: A range of tech skills including overload, sabotage, cryo blast and tactical cloak. Excellent pilot and infiltrator.
Weapons of choice: prefers using M-98 Widow sniper rifle; uses Phaeston rifle with cryo ammo and flash bangs when in close quarters combat.
Significant History: In accordance with Turian tradition, Nytine joined boot camp at age 15 and joined the military one year later. She ended up serving in the Turian equivalent Black Ops group and was considered a top-notch assassin and infiltrator...until a mission based on false information lead her team into a trap. While they managed to survive and complete the mission, few of their number were left and Nytine lost her left eye. This forced her to retire from the Black Ops unit but instead of leaving the military, Nytine requested a transfer to the navy so she could serve along her brother. After another year of training, she was assigned pilot of the ship her brother served on at that time.
Desires/Other info: Serve the Turian Hierarchy to the best of her ability and protect her comrades. Tantius Epogius is her older brother

Name: Tantius Epogius
Race: Turian
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'5", has black skin with pale gold facial markings extending along his forehead down to the tips of his mandibles- of which one was broken off. His eyes are gold and green. Is more broad and muscular than a standard turian male physique, with longer horns on his head but some of their tips have been broken also.
General Personality: like all turians, honorable and dutiful, but tends to be laid back by their standards, patient, open-minded, charismatic, talkative, extroverted, assertive
Power/Skills: No powers; knowledgeable in space warfare, respected leader, expert in hand-to-hand combat
Weapons of choice: proficient in all weapons
Current Occupation: Captain of the Citadel frigate,
Significant History: Joined the turian boot camp at age 15 and graduated to the navy branch two years later. Having a peculiar interest in other species, Tantius knew he always wished to go the Citadel and serve as part of their main military force. When he was only 20, after four years of service, he became one of the youngest turian captains of the scouting frigate named Resolve. Five years later, he was transferred to the ship, Moebius.
Desires/Other: serve the Turian Hierarchy, serve the Citadel, learn about other species

Name: Doctor Filipe Battagalia
Race: Human, Italian
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Filipe is considered extraordinarily handsome by human standards- and by a minority turians- due to the deep tan of his skin. He has a toothy grin, dancing hazel eyes, and usually unkempt with disheveled long dark hair and trimmed facial hair. He often dresses him poorly or in haste. His physique is lean and fit; stands about 5'11".
General Personality: charming, flirtatious, flippant, irresponsible, spontaneous, empathetic, fun-loving, caring
Power/Skills: Eidetic (photographic) memory, skilled physician, boxing
Weapons of choice: only a pistol and medi-gel
Current Occupation: Doctor at Huerta Memorial Hospital in the Citadel, on loan to the Moebius by personal request of Captain Epogius
Significant History: An Earth national, Filipe and his family moved to the Citadel on a spontaneous venture that turned into discovering their new home. When they entered Filipe into a school, his family and him lived in the Zakera Wards. By age 16 Filipe entered an university for medicine and his family moved to a Ward closer to the Presidium. Filipe's smart, charm, and eidetic memory vaulted him through education until he graduated med-school at only 18 years old and earned his doctorate one year later. Filipe has been working at Huerta Memorial Hospital since his graduation though many people look down on his youth and rather flippant personality.
Desires/Other: Unknown/TBA


World Information:
*Please note: This contains only ideas that we, as the roleplayers, created. We claim no ownership of anything and everything that is already exists in the Mass Effect universe.

-Krogans are left unchecked and the Salarian-Krogan diplomacy never happened.
-Turians and humans are being charged for that, and Krogan have shown to say "if you fuck with them, you fuck with me"
-Asaris say "Well, whatever! Salarians never suffered anything in the reaper war" so they have helped the other council races to search for new worlds for the krogan (and keeping an eye out for other council races) but keeping the Salarians at the back of the list
-The Quarian/geth familly helped rebuild the Citadel, now without the Keepers but with Geth-enhanced Quarians to do the support, as well as adding a Quarian spectre: Tali Zora vas Rannoch
-Hanar have declared themselves detached from the citadel control after letting the last Inkindler to seek his own death in one of the fields in an abandoned world when some 50.000 years ago his people fought a glorious battle.
-It has been discovered that the genophage plans are still a thing, just that nobody claims to know who has them
 
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Name: Tantius Epogius
Race: Turian
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'5", has black skin with pale gold facial markings extending along his forehead down to the tips of his mandibles- of which one was broken off. His eyes are gold and green. Is more broad and muscular than a standard turian male physique, with longer horns on his head but some of their tips have been broken also.
General Personality: like all turians, honorable and dutiful, but tends to be laid back by their standards, patient, open-minded, charismatic, talkative, extroverted, assertive
Power/Skills: No powers; knowledgeable in space warfare, respected leader, expert in hand-to-hand combat
Weapons of choice: proficient in all weapons
Current Occupation: Captain of the Citadel frigate,
Significant History: Joined the turian boot camp at age 15 and graduated to the navy branch two years later. Having a peculiar interest in other species, Tantius knew he always wished to go the Citadel and serve as part of their main military force. When he was only 20, after four years of service, he became one of the youngest turian captains of the scouting frigate named Resolve. Five years later, he was transferred to the ship, Moebius.
Desires/Other: serve the Turian Hierarchy, serve the Citadel, learn about other species

Name: Doctor Filipe Battagalia
Race: Human, Italian
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Filipe is considered extraordinarily handsome by human standards- and by a minority turians- due to the deep tan of his skin. He has a toothy grin, dancing hazel eyes, and usually unkempt with disheveled long dark hair and trimmed facial hair. He often dresses him poorly or in haste. His physique is lean and fit; stands about 5'11".
General Personality: charming, flirtatious, flippant, irresponsible, spontaneous, empathetic, fun-loving, caring
Power/Skills: Eidetic (photographic) memory, skilled physician, boxing
Weapons of choice: only a pistol and medi-gel
Current Occupation: Doctor at Huerta Memorial Hospital in the Citadel, on loan to the Moebius by personal request of Captain Epogius
Significant History: An Earth national, Filipe and his family moved to the Citadel on a spontaneous venture that turned into discovering their new home. When they entered Filipe into a school, his family and him lived in the Zakera Wards. By age 16 Filipe entered an university for medicine and his family moved to a Ward closer to the Presidium. Filipe's smart, charm, and eidetic memory vaulted him through education until he graduated med-school at only 18 years old and earned his doctorate one year later. Filipe has been working at Huerta Memorial Hospital since his graduation though many people look down on his youth and rather flippant personality.
Desires/Other: Unknown/TBA

Name: Nytine Epogius
Race: Turian
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing 6'2", Nytine has black and dark grey skin with very pale facial markings extending from her forehead to her mandibles. Her eyes are gold and green, but one was damaged and blinded, with much scarring and she keeps an eye patch over it.
General Personality: pragmatic, calculating, cold, strategist, honorable, dutiful, straight-forward
Powers/Skills: A range of tech skills including overload, sabotage, cryo blast and tactical cloak. Excellent pilot and infiltrator.
Weapons of choice: prefers using M-98 Widow sniper rifle; uses Phaeston rifle with cryo ammo and flash bangs when in close quarters combat.
Significant History: In accordance with Turian tradition, Nytine joined boot camp at age 15 and joined the military one year later. She ended up serving in the Turian equivalent Black Ops group and was considered a top-notch assassin and infiltrator...until a mission based on false information lead her team into a trap. While they managed to survive and complete the mission, few of their number were left and Nytine lost her left eye. This forced her to retire from the Black Ops unit but instead of leaving the military, Nytine requested a transfer to the navy so she could serve along her brother. After another year of training, she was assigned pilot of the ship her brother served on at that time.
Desires/Other info: Serve the Turian Hierarchy to the best of her ability and protect her comrades. Tantius Epogius is her older brother

Name: Ja'thavi Noresse
Age: 485, Matron stage
Race: Asari
Appearance: head is a greenish-teal with her face and rest of her body a lighter tone. Ja'vathi has orange, splotch-like markings that extend across her forehead to the outermost corners of her eyes. Her bottom lip is the same orange color, with a stripe extending from its center to her chin. She has almond-shaped eyes, the color of dark amber, with a furrowed brow that makes her neutral expression look permanently irritated. She is about 5'8" and muscular. Armor- Ja'thavi wears deep purple armor with black matte underneath; gold-painted trimmings and the Council symbol on her right arm. She has a right shoulder guard that rises about nose level and an utility belt for grenades, ammo, and standard combat knife.
Personality: lazy and hot-tempered are her primary attributes. Arrogant, ruthless, provocative, brash, independent, selfish, vengeful, smart, patient
Powers: biotic charge, pull, throw, barrier, warp, shockwave
Weapons of choice: M-22 Eviscerator shotgun, M-12 Locust SMG (both with incendiary ammo), inferno grenades, omni-tool blade
Occupation: Council Spectre
Significant History: Most will be revealed/developed in RP but I'm going to list her past occupations, as these are mostly common knowledge and have added to her bloody reputation and questionable induction to the Spectres; (chronologically) Asari huntress, gun-for-hire, galactic bounty hunter, stripper in Afterlife, part of Aria T'Loak's personal vanguard, Eclipse merc, Spectre.
Desires: Fighting, money, high-grade weapons, sleep


Captain Tantius Epogius glared at what he considered the most challenging moment of his life. A polished board checkered with black and white squares tauntingly sat before him, spotted with many round black pieces, some stacked on top of each other, and very few red pieces. Tantius glanced at his side. Three black pieces were neatly stacked at his knee. He glanced up at his opponent. Doctor Filipe Battagalia smirked as he folded his arms and leaned back into his chair, pushing his shaggy hair from his eyes. A haphazard pile of red pieces gifted his end.

"Come on, king me already," prompted Filipe. He reached over and tapped the black piece on Tantius's end of the game board. "I got to your side. You have to give my piece back and king me."

Tantius scratched his chin. "Well, that hardly seems fair," he complained.

"It's not my fault you can't play checkers," Filipe laughed. The turian captain relented and placed one of his few captured black checkers onto Filipe's. Filipe rubbed his hands enthusiastically. "Thank you. Now, it's your turn."

Sighing, Tantius scanned the board and moved a red checker. Filipe immediately picked up his new king and jumped Tantius's remaining checkers, which he'd ignorantly maneuvered into a line for Filipe's benefit. He stared open mouthed at the board as Filipe crowed with victory and swept up the last of the red, adding them to his pile. "I win," he grinned.

Tantius shook his head. "I will never understand the ingenuity of human board games."

"Remind me never to introduce you to chess," Filipe chuckled.

The captain blinked about asked chess was, when the ship's speakers crackled on. "Captain Epogius: you're needed at the bridge," a cool feminine voice spoke.

"Nytine, I'm in the middle of an important cultural lesson with the doctor. Can't it wait?"

"May I remind the captain that he has a job to do?" Nytine snapped, causing Tantius to wince, "And it's Lieutenant when I'm on duty."

Tantius sighed. "Alright, Lieutenant, I'll be there as soon as-"

"Now, brother." The comm shut off.

Filipe whistled. "Sounds like someone's in trouble."

Tantius laughed as he stood up and cracked his neck. Glancing at the old fashion clock on Filipe's desk, he noticed that they'd been playing for a few hours. Perhaps his sister had a right to be annoyed. Within the next hour, the Moebius was meant to get underway for her voyage yet Tantius did little more than take a sharp tour of his ship, ensuring everything was in working order, make exchanges with his crew, then became side-tracked with Filipe's human game of "checkers".

Tantius found his sister, and pilot, in her chair analyzing screens of ship maintenance. Her arms were crossed and one eye flickering endlessly across her ship's status. "Captain," she acknowledged without turning around.

His mandibles clicked and he leaned on the back of Nytine's chair. It tipped back, causing her to start then glare at him. He ignored her look. "You summoned me?"

Nytine narrowed her eyes. "You've been with the human doctor. Why is he here anyways?"

Tantius shrugged. His attention zeroed on the side board cameras which currently viewed the docking bay of the Citadel. "According to our Councillor, we'll be needing a medic for the voyage. Seems to be this will be a long trip. The specifics weren't given," he added as he saw Nytine's eye narrow once more.

She snorted. "You expect me to believe we are about to undergo a mission without even a destination?"

"I expect you...to be patient," Tantius paused then released a grunt of surprise, "It seems the last of our crew is arriving," he commented as a krogan appeared on their aft cameras, followed by an asari in purple armor.

Nytine's mandibles click. "That asari...is she a Spectre?"

"Ja'thavi Noresse, yes. And that's Urdnot Lahkar, military counselor for the Citadel," Tantius stood straight which caused Nytine's chair to snap forward, "Open the air lock, Lieutenant. Things are about to get interesting."
 
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Xenoanthroplogist:
Name: Colev Balear
Race: Salarian
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: She's tall to a salarian, with smooth red skin (she uses smoothing stones to make her scales feel totally smooth) and always has trendy clothes that she tries to renew at every shore leave.
General Personality: She's like the salarian version of a royalty queen. IN human terms, she'd be the trophy wife, always looking gorgeous and with the manners of a princes.
Power/Skills: Able technician, and loves dirty fighting (she likes how the flurry of blows knocks enemies off guard and how fear can instigate enemies to become allies.
Weapons of choice: bare hands, small handguns, stealth packs and drons
Current Occupation: Xenoantropologist... and STG/LoO infiltrate
Significant History: she turned into a military specialist on aliens because she loved to see the world and knowing other peoples. At any rate, it has paid off and she learnt a lot of things...
Desires/Other: Unknown/TBA

Chief Ingeneer:
Name: Dru'kala Brootrean
Race: Yagh
Age: 54
Gender: male
Appearance: A hulking bulk of muscles with one of his horns missing from a shot. Uses an adapted armor all the time and likes to invent and try new gagets as much as he can, so he's always carrying some new toy, somethin new.
General Personality: he's cool and just liked to go with the flow, but takes the oportunities as they come with daring selflesness, and what he likes most is to explore the new delicacies a whole galaxy has to offer.
Power/Skills: expert on primitive weapons, hand to hand, and shooting ship cannons
Weapons of choice: The ship, of course. And more primitive ones.
Current Occupation: Chief ingeneer
Significant History: Dru was the yagh that got to scape from the salarian facility when everyone was trying to make the krogan female scape, so he's weary (but not angry, he recognizes he'd have done the same) of the salarians. After his scape, he took a freighter and it's pilot hostage, got his hostage to teach hi the tecnology of the ship, selled the pilot as a slave on omega and the freighter (and salarian technology) to the Turians and got to the citadel. He asked to be accepted as a citizen from now on and revealed what the salarians had done to him. After that, he started to work as a technician and learned as much as he could of alien technology. WHen the reaper threat erupted he got into the united militaries' and tried to save as much lives as he could to make the Yahg look good. After the war was over, he was already chief ingeneer of the MOEBIUS after her captain beat him on kills in a battle.
Desires/Other: Unknown/TBA

Name: Urdnot Lakhar
Age: 120
Race: I... AM... KROGAAN!!
Gender: Male
Appearance: Taller than others, with a spike crown on his plates. He has scars all over his body, but the more distinctive one is one of his spikes cut short. Plasma railgun hitted him, never grew again.
General personality: Harsh but amicable, need a couple of battles to get to know you and decide what you're worth. Before that, it's just about your attitude, but he tends to be polite as far as you're polite with him. He's calmed when with others, but is a steaming ball of bloodrage when time comes for him to fight.
Power(s): Biotic soldier with good training with weapons
Weapon(s) of choice: White weapons (Hammers, Axes, Swords... Always has at least one on a mission) and assault rifles.
Occupation: Citadel head military counseler
Significant History: Developed On Role.
Desires/goals/Any other information you want to share: Help advance the krogan relationships with the rest of the galaxy, breed as much little urdnots as he can and find a place for him in the songs and tales of his people.


Lakhar knocked on the ship, not because they were going to hear him out, but because he was impatient. He had been summoned early and has had not the time to kick as much ass as he had been required and now a gang in the Zakera Ward was able to regroup and take some new recruits to keep their activities. He needed to take care of that, left the chase early because he was late for the Debrief before they got out... and now it had been 5 minutes since they were in the docking area of the Moebius, and yet, the airlock was not opening. Something in his second pair of guts told him the captain was a pyjack, and it might be his job to set him right.
The other one that might accomplish that was his companion right here, miss Ja'thavi Noresse. As a military counselor for the citadel, he was concerned with the security on the Citadel and he was the boss of the C-seg head, so he was well informed on the movements of the spectres (more than anything, so they couldn't get rogue as one has already done) and he knew she was a strong, determined and handy spectre. I think we deserve at least an open airlock. He remarked on a sour tone of voice.

Colev was priming her markings around her horns and otherwise getting ready for the travel. As she did so, she had a videocall to attend and she did so. Dalatrass Lovune. She greeted. The other female salarian looked at her through the comm a she kept doing her work. Miss Balear. You're already on board and have already made out the specs? Asked the dalatrass.
Yes, Councelor. My intel says the Yagh in the place, working as our chief ingeneer is also our Yagh, the one we lost. Dru'kala. You'd like me to act on him? She asked without as much as a look. Not for now. Send the dossier over. Scout for us, for now, and keep an eye for who the Asari picks as her trainee. The Dalatrass said. Colev simply nodded and cut the transmission. Although the ship was a regular high performance frigate it had capacity for 5 fighters, one luxury/diplomatic shuttle, one Kodiak Drop shuttle, a Mako and a Hammerhead, just in case. Since they were heading the unknown, there were enough raw materials and crew, as well as equipement to fund a colony if need be. Other than that, already known to the Dalatrass, there were nothing strange. Colev sighted at the thought that, maybe, there was not going to be something interesting to do for the Salarian STG. Oh, well... she'd had to find her fun.

Dru was having tea (on a mug the size of a bucket) sitting on the floor of the cargo deck. It was the best and more comfortable place for him, and he was with the humming of the engines and the roaming of people that made him feel calmed. It was about time, so he asked one of his technitian assistants to pass him the intercomm with the bridge. Are we getting someone else or could i go to the bridge and check the pressure so we can go?
 
Ja'thavi glowered at Lahkar's insistent knocking, feeling each like a mini-explosion against her skull. After five minutes of it, the asari flicked her fingers and a biotic barrier blossomed between the krogan's fist and the ship's airlock. "Bang that fucking ship one more time and I'll melt your brain like butter," she threatened then flinched and groaned. "Hangovers' such a bitch."

At that moment, the airlock hissed open. Tantius stared baffled at the new biotic barrier preventing him from leaving the ship. "Well, this interesting. Nytine did we acquire biotic shields for the airlock?"

"No, sir," Nytine's announced over the comms.

"I didn't think so. Well, what an interesting development considering it appears as a standard barrier made by a biotic user. Perhaps by the Urdnot Lahkar or Ja'thavi Noresse both considerable biotic users, but for what purpose-"

"Bloody goddess, shut up," snapped Ja'thavi. She dissolved the barrier and brushed past the captain. "I'll brief you assholes where ever your conference room is."

"Spectre Noresse? It's the other way," Tantius pointed and Ja'thavi stormed behind him, faint biotic aura lighting her skin as she did. Tantius watched her go with curious eyes, then turned to Lahkar. "I do apologize for that. We only received changes in our orders moments ago. I'm Captain Tantius Epogius." He offered his hand to shake.
 
Lakhar chuckled Try Rincol, if you've got a kroggan heritage. It makes you hurt before but not after. Lakhar said with a wry smile. Oh, how many times he had been in a fight with Rincol hangover and cursed under his breath.
Before he could overthink it, the airlock opened with a... Turian. Oh, fuck, nobody told him the captain was a Turian. At least he wanted to start things right, although the Asari had an attitude. Military counselor Urdnot Lakhar he presented himself shaking hands with the captain. She'll work her shit out, or i will.

After some confirmation from other people, Dru and Colev went through the ship to welcome the new people. They were in the main crew deck, waiting for the new crew members. As the "young" asari went over them to the comm bay, they tried to greet her, and the captain. Colev felt a little intimidated by the Asari, since asaris always tend to be seen as perfect mistresses. In the other hand, she was so much more than just a pretty face and knew the Asari didn't wanted to eclipse her, nor that she had even noticed Colev yet.
In the other hand, Dru thought the asaris were more tall and felt a little disapointed, but he liked those blue beauties and this one was no different. Maybe he would invite her to go do something. Maybe he could show her his collection of rare motor parts.
 
Nytine folded her arms as she stood behind Dru and Colev, watching the asari spectre with a chilling eye. How...charming, she thought coldly.

"I'm sure once we get underway, things will smooth out," replied Tantius to Lahkar. He stepped back to allow the krogan admittance to Moebius and reviewed his other members. "Well, I suppose we can all follow the charming Spectre. After you, Urdnot Lahkar."

As they began making away to the conference room, other members of the crew peeked from their stations, pausing in corridors to step aside and gape and the latest collage of crew members, all wondering what exactly was the kind of mission they'd assigned. Doctor Filipe Battagalia arched his eyebrows at Tantius as they passed. The captain merely shrugged; he had no more notion than the rest of his crew. Well, at least Urdnot Lahkar believed me when I said our orders just got changed...not that I was playing human checkers and forgot when he and Noresse were meant to arrive, Tantius folded his arms behind his back and hummed contentedly.

Meanwhile, Ja'thavi found a bottle of water and gulped it as she waited for the others. "What a fucking waste of my time," she muttered to herself, "exploring uncharted relays, colonizing other worlds, this job is suited for any other Spectre like the quarian git." She swallowed the rest of her drink and crushed the bottle in the palm of her hand with a biotic field.
 
Mistress Nytine, did i say something wrong? Asked the towering ingeneer. He liked the asaris, but she didn't even notice him and his hopes got slammed into the ground.

So, ¿what are our orders? And who gave them? asked the kroggan to the captain, obviously eager to go away and have some free time. A graze was itching over his shoulder and he wanted to clean that, but the day had been less than ideal for him. When do we leave?
 
"I doubt it, Chief Engineer Dru," Nytine sniffed, "doubtless she is nothing more than a bitch, like all asari."

"Now, now Nytine isn't that a bit xenophobic," the captain commented.

"I prefer to call it stereotyping, sir. All stereotypes are based on some level of truth."

"Well, I'll have no more hearsay of 'stereotypes', Lieutenant."

Nytine bowed sardonically. "Yes Captain."

Tantius merely shook his head before turning to Lahkar. "I'm sorry, what was your question? When were we leaving, what's our mission? To be honest, I have no idea-"

"Took you long enough," Ja'thavi interrupted the captain. The rest of the members had turned into Moebius's conference room, which served as a communications platform as well. The asari had sat herself on the table, using a chair to prop her feet up, and at least looked less glowering than before. Slightly. She waited for all of them to enter the room before continuing eloquently, "Alright, listen up swines."

"What did she call us?" Nytine snarled. Tantius placed a restraining hand on his sister's shoulder.

Ja'thavi continued with an indomitable smirk. "Get use to it, darling, because we're going to get to know each other real well. Whether or not you may of heard- and most likely at least one of you has-" Ja'thavi glanced at Colev, but continued smoothly, "this ship's next grand venture is starting not far from the Pylos Nebula in the Terminus system. A second mass relay in that region has recently been discovered. It's uncharted. For all of you slow of mind... our mission is to explore it."
 
Ah, well then. I'll just take a look at the engines before we leave. Declared the Yahg, asking himself what stereotypes might there be around Yahgs and their glorious hierarchy.

Lakhar was about to answer the captain but the asari started ranting. Hear me, Pyjak: call me that again and i'll put your tentacles inside your lame pussy. I got jurisdiction over all citadel security personal, even spectres, so you better hold your bitchy tongue. Lakhar wasn't taking that shit from nobody. Even though, he saved the worst insults for whatever might come next.

Colev have a sugar smile to the asari before the krogan's snapping, and got behind the table before he got berserk and started killing everyone, starting with her. She could phisically stop him should he attack her and would enjoy it, but she was playing the part of an oblivious sugar queen for now, and they we're affraid of krogans
 
"Fucking try it, varren scum. I might actually actually enjoy it," Ja'thavi got the krogan's face, her biotics flaring across her body as she grinned maliciously, "Spectres work outside the law, dumbass. It's the only fucking purpose we have to the Council. So sorry pal but I don't answer to you or fucking anyone else-"

"You'll answer to me."

Ja'thavi stopped as Tantius suddenly appeared between the two, holding a shotgun at the asari and the assault rifle at Lahkar. She growled and looked ready to rip his head off- when she took a second glance at the shotgun. Her hand whipped to the small of her back. It felt for a weapon that was no longer there.

"Hey! That's my fucking piece! How the hell did you get our weapons from us?" she yelled, pointing at him.

Tantius met her with cool, golden green eyes and shrugged. "Luck, I guess? As I was saying, though, if we're traveling together on this ship then my authority supersedes both of yours. This is my ship. My command is the only command. If any of you have a problem with that," he flipped the guns, offering the handle grips back to Ja'thavi and Lahkar, while also pointing the barrels at himself, "- then by all means, petition the Council to have my captaincy removed. Am I to be understood?"

Behind them, Nytine hovered, one hand in the shadows gripping a rifle in case either decided to attack her brother. Tantius has gotten even faster last time we had a bout. I didn't even see him take their weapons, strangely, the thought made her want to smile. She suppressed that emotion quickly, only her mandibles twitched.

Ja'thavi snatched her shotgun back and re-holstered it. "You know, I used to work for Aria T'Loak. On Omega, she the reigning bitch...but she did have odd respect when she was another's ship. If she can respect that, I guess I can too." She sat back down on the table, folding her arms, "don't think I won't make that petition though if I decide you're worth less than a vorcha's ass."

"Fair enough," agreed Tantius. He turned to Lahkar, offering his assualt rifle back to them. "What about you, Urdnot Lahkar?"
 
Look blue waffle, after the incident of Saren all spectres are assigned a partner to control them, and i'm yours. So suit yourself for a loooooong voyage together. He told her with a wry grinn If you had read that memo, asshole, you'd know and would have been able to say you were on a compromised mission where you couldn't get anyone like the rest. now we're stuck together. Said Lakhar looking at her reaction. In his eyes, her horrible temperament and that disregard for anything else than the task at hand would kill her and him, if he was going to have to accompany her.

Of you being a captain, i have no problem... as long as you have one of those arenas you Turians love. Kroggan battleships had their fights over dominance or simply to ease their burning blood around the ship. Nothing protected a Kroggan from others away from the honor of their fellow brethren.

In the mean time, Colev collected the intel: master fighter the captain, the asari worked for T'loak and might still work for her or at least owe her some, the Urdnot is a ball of self bloating... control will have lots to hear tonight.
 
As Ja'thavi released a long string of curses and insults, Tantius nodded at Lahkar and stepped out of his way. "Alright. Now that's out of the way, is there anything else we should know? Like why we are going on this mission? The Moebius is a dreadnought known for more strong-armed diplomatic missions, not exploration."

"Not that we aren't equipped for it," Nytine muttered, remembering the rude awakening she and the rest of the crew received early that morning when they Council had sent all the provisions they would need for the trip. There was so much supplies they had to reallocate part of the crews' quarters. That also meant they had to ground some of their crewmates. She glared venomously at Lahkar and Ja'thavi, as if it were their fault, but went unnoticed in the shadows.

Ja'thavi worked her jaw. She was sorely tempted not to reveal more for her own satisfaction...but then, she was not interested in accompanying a voyage when the captain only understood half of the mission's parameters. I was going to ignore the Councillor's order about telling them the other thing...but I don't think they need to know, the Spectre thought. She snorted and folded her arms, glowering at each of them. Non of these fuckers seem half as decent anyways.

"Yeah, there's one other thing," retorted Ja'thavi, "you might have noticed this is one of the most diverse crews since SSV Normandy. Our exploration is of political nature." Grudgingly, she turned to Lahkar. "Thanks to the cure of the genophage and the krogan's part in the Reaper Wars, the Council has agreed to allocate new worlds to them. We're here to find new habitable worlds not only for the krogan, but any races, even those not considered of the Council."

Tantius scratched his chin. "That's...unexpected."
 
That's our mission!? The kroggan asked with a grinn This will be fun. ALthough this all made the Kroggan great again after so many years of barbaric rule, now the whole race was going better, but the cost had been great and he though that maybe it was going to take some toll still.
Where have we been assigned for that? Near Tuchankka? IT had to be near Krogan space or it would make their colonies very difficult to protect and maintain. Or worst, it would produce that, in a couple of generations, Tuchankka became difficult to maintain.
 
Ja'thavi looked at him with blatant contempt. "The fuck I just say? It's an exploration mission. All I or the Council knows is the uncharted mass relay is somewhere in the Pylos Nebula. It's marked in fucking Moebius's galaxy map-"

"Well, there's no need for name- calling my ship," murmured Tantius.

The asari ignored him. "But fucking really, know your star charts, krogan. " She spat.

Tantius, sensing another potential confrontation, quickly stepped between them again. "Alright, thank you, Ms. Ja'thavi. Nytine check with our chief engineer to ensure all preparations are set and we can be underway. I think sooner the better."

Nytine gave a crisp salute and quickly ducked out, setting out to find Dru. If we survive each other, this will be the worst mission of my career, Nytine thought sourly.

Meanwhile, Tantius folded his hands behind his back and looked at those left in the conference room. "Well, as eventful as this meeting has been, I think it's best if we adjourn. Colev would you mind showing these two their quarters-"

"I prefer a room on your lowest deck with a view," Ja'thavi quipped.

Tantius glanced at her. "Please, put them where ever they like or find another crew member to do it. Is our xenologist, I understand it's not your job to, er, escort. I'll be on the bridge if anyone needs me." Tantius gave them all a half-wave, half-salute, and disappeared before a word of protest could be utter.

Ja'thavi snorted. "Cuckold ugly bird," she muttered beneath her breath then turned to Colev. "So you're the xenologist, eh? Figures it'd be the salarian. What's the name?"
 
Last time i looked i was a warrior, not a navigator. I can name shotgun models, not Nebulas. Not that i need it. He had no idea where the Pylos nebula was, but his pride told him that was the last time he could care about it.

Colev bounced energetically to then, out of the shadows. Companions! It's marvelous to have you on board with is! Even with those high fighting spirits of yours i bet we'll get plenty of exitement to film you both. Colev waved her arms as trying to embrace, but as she saw their reactions towards the prospect of a hug, she desisted.
Want to have a tour around the ship or we go directly to tour quarters?
 
"Just show me to some suitable quarters," Ja'thavi grumbled, feeling the hangover encroaching again. She rubbed her forehead, the enormity of the mission starting to dawn on her. How long will I be trapped with these fuck alls? Months, years? I don't care if a century is one shitty blip in asari life, I'll commit suicide if this lasts longer than a decade!

Nytine's crisp, cold voice cut through her thoughts over the ships' comms: "Chief engineer, to the bridge ASAP."

It was followed by Tantius's apologetic tone. "If you'd please, Dru."

Ja'thavi sneered. "Worse than a bunch of zealous, jack ass jellyfish."
 
Colev dragged them down, and when she touched the elevator's button, it was occupied. They waited until Dru went out. Ah, Hello both of you. I'm Dru'kala, Chief Ingeneer. If you need anything, please come see me to the cargo Hold. he said, bended over to fit in the place, and went to the bridge.

They went down to the level before the cargo hold, near the boiler room. This is a place as you requested. There are 2 quarters here. I spect it's nice here for you, Lakhar? Colev asked, knowing that Kroggans liked heat. Awesome. he discharged his things in one fo the quarters and laid on the little sleeping cot. It's ok to you, Ja'Thavi?
 
"There's no way I'm bunking with him," Ja'thavi sneered but as she looked around, it was an ideal place, and doubtless there would be anywhere else that met her specifications. With a growling sigh, she threw her own pack on the bed and sat down on it. "Fine. We'll see how this...arrangement works," she stared at Lahkar as she took out her Locust SMG, discharged the thermal clip and unloaded its ammo chamber, and proceeded to clean it.

On the bridge, Captain Tantius turned and greeted his chief engineer as he came up. "Ah, Dru'kala. I'm glad to see you could join us on this trip."

"One of few," Nytine muttered from her pilot's seat. Tantius shot her a warning glance, which she elected to ignore. "Chief engineer, are we set for departure? The sooner we get underway is the sooner we can be done with this nightmarish assignment."

"Now, now, sister, have a little optimism! This could be an adventure of our life time."

"And you're spending too much time with the human doctor. Brootrean, are we ready for departure?"
 
Dont worry princess, i'm just going to sleep down here. He sat there and started to look into a data pad, looking for any updates from citadel control.

Whenever you like, Captain. Answered the Yagh. As all systems were set and ready, there was little to do. Now, all they had to do was comply and take off. Who are our two new crewmates? they look rather uninterested on our mission
 
Nytine released an undignified bark of laughter at the yahg's comment.

Her brother folded his arms, but decided against any attempt to curb her jaded personality. "Your observation isn't far from the truth Dru, except they're perhaps the most important people to this mission," his unbroken mandible twitched and the captain gave a half shrug, as if asking himself what else could he do about it. "Depart from the dock, Lieutenant. Let this get this expedition underway."

"Aye aye sir. Departure granted by Citadel transportation. Detaching...now."

Tantius nodded as he stepped onto his captain's platform in the center of the bridge. Immediately, all other crew except for Nytine turned their attention to him. Tantius carefully kept his eyes on his command console as he keyed ship-wide comms and took a deep breath. Now then. "Listen up everyone. The Moebius is about to commence a journey which we have never been on before." And why we were chosen is beyond me.

The captain dismissed his doubts and continued telling his crew of their mission through an uncharted mass relay. Down in the medic bay, Filipe choked on his coffee at hearing this unexpected turn of events. Mio Dio, no wonder that mean looking asari and grumpy krogan are on board! Gah, I'm going the shortest living thing on here! There aren't even any cute human girls on here ugggh. The doctor thumped his head on his desk, wallowing in self-proclaimed misery. Through it, though, he heard other crewmates muttering with similar surprise and uncertainty, but mixed acceptance and dislike. Already some low heated arguments were traveling down the hall in front of the medical lab. Filipe frowned and lifted his head to watch them. I should warn the captain though doubtful anything serious will happen...
 
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