Mass Effect Universe

Varal'zhan looked at the group as they walked of all the members in the group only one started a raging fire inside him. There was a Geth among them, "A GETH? Why is there a Geth here of l places." He thought. He looked at the geth to make sure that his eyes weren't deceiving him. It was still there so it couldn't be a illusion. He thought of what to do. Neither the krogan squad leader or the woman seemed to care that it was there.

His body became tense and he didn't know what to do, but he couldn't let this "thing" just walk there like he was one of them. He needed to do something. Clouded by anger Varal'zhan's biotics flared up and surrounded him in the usual blue field and he said in a slow and threatening voice, "Give me a good reason why there is a geth or by the homeworld I will crush it with my powers."

Kyril looked up as he saw his two new "owners" walk in. According to the Warden, he'd been "bought" by some corporation. Next thing he knew, he'd been put through a very realistic simulation and then directed into this room. He'd been there the longest, having waited several hours and ordering several glasses of Turian brandy, supposedly on the house. Looking up, he saw krogan, a human, a quarian, and a geth. The last two were a very peculiar combination, and had a high chance of fatality for one of them. The krogan rambled on about some job they had been given, and then the rather sassy human made some remarks and told them to follow her. Maybe it was all the alcohol in his system, or perhaps he just didn't care, Kyril pulled out his M-12 and pointed it at the human.

" That so? And why should I even come along with you? I could kill both of you right here and leave. I don't know much that can survive a couple shots to the face."

The quarian and the geth had started bickering, and surprisingly enough, the quarian was a biotic. " And you two shut up, especially you flashlight head."

Ragnarök turned to the turian, unsuprised by the former prisoner's wariness of the "flashlight head". Angry at the moniker, he lashed out with lightning fast speed. First reaching for the M-12 with one hand, and sending the punch with the other, aiming straight for the nose ridge. Though his internal consensus had warned him about the consequences later, violence was the choice that he made now, the geth acting in rage, rather than logic.

Draith heaved a sigh and turned around when he heard "Give me a good reason why there is a geth or by the homeworld I will crush it with my powers." Before he could calm the Quarian that had spoken down though, Ragnarock the geth began to rant something that sounded like an insult at the Quarian. Before Draith could even begin to really process what was happening the Turian, Kyril he though his name to be, pointed a gun at Ava and began demanding to know why he should even come along with the group. Draith's eyes widened in anger at having a gun pointed at him but the anger turned to surprise as the Geth struck out a Kyril for his passing insult. Draith's temper snapped at that and he let out a roar or rage as his biotics flared into life around him. He cast a stasis field onto the group as a whole hoping that it would take a hold of everyone and would freeze them long enough to let him get a word in edge wise. He had never been disrespected this much by one of his groups before and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it happen now in a crowded casino with all the CMC workers watching him.

Ava's eyebrows shot up in surprise when she heard the quarian, Varal she believed his name was, threaten to crush their geth teamate. Before either her or Draith could intervene in the age old argument, the geth began spouting nonsense then a gun was pointed at her head by the turian. Ok, what the fuck was going on here. Oh great, and now the geth is trying to fight with the turian! She gritted her teeth at the sheer lack of control their newbies were already showing and thankfully Draith flared his biotics in an attempt to seperate their bickering. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she locked eyes with him for a second before she began speaking quickly, hoping to disarm the situation before an all out brawl started in the middle of the crowd.

"What the hell do any of you think you're doing?! We're in the middle of a crowded, and I repeat crowded, casino with bystanders ALL AROUND! You can't even hold in your raging hormones until we get to our station below? You're all soldiers to some degree so act like it for god sakes! Jesus, mercenary doesn't mean a moron who will fight and bitch at any chance they get! And you" She faced the turian Kyril and folded her arms. "You really wanna pop one off in my head and end back in Purgatory then fine, by all means do so because that's exactly where you'll end up if you off me in front of, and once again I emphasize, this crowd you all have attracted. Be part of our team and earn wages you can spend how you want or go back to being a slave at that hell hole of a prison because frankly I don't care where you go. Now once again." She slapped an elevator button on the wall to emphasize her anger as she spoke and angrily gestured for them to enter the small box when it opened. "you can kick the shit out of each other AFTER we're out of the public eye." Damn, for once there was a huge fight and Kyvar hadn't been the source of it. He'd be sorely disappointed.

Ragnarök: He dropped his head, letting his sniper instincts kick in. Following the others to the elevator, he stood in the far right corner. Watching. Waiting. Finally choosing to speak, he spoke to Draith. "This different world we're going to...Why need a sniper in a remote jungle climate, with thousands of carnivorus species?" Two vanguards and a squad leader would suffice, but a sniper, A sniper'd only be of use if expecting heavy opposition and/or backup for a huge firefight. In case A, the Isle we are planning to go to is a heavily guarded paramilitary/mercenary outpost or base. In case B, another team or faction is also planning to get to our objective. Thoughts?" He folded his huge, massive arms and lifted his head briefly. If Geth had expressions, Ragnarök's would be of curiosity. Simultaneously, however, he was also downloading any available information on their locale to his omni-tool.

Kuril listened to the human lecture him and then the geth attempted to smach him in the face. Although drunk, Kuril had been trained to fight for a very long time and survived much more lethal scenarios. With honed reflexes, he ducked the punch and stumbled back into the wall, waving his gun wildly. The Krogan had cast a statsis field stopping all of them. Running possible outcomes through his head, Kuril realized nearly every single one would end up with him dead, thrown back into Purgatory or another hellhole, or on the run from the law. After mulling over his predicament, he said,

" So you're saying that if I work for you, I'll get paid, and I won't ever need to worry about retuning back to the hellhole the Blue Sun's run?"

He felt the statsis field wear off and he holstered his gun, but all the same looked cautiously at the geth.

Varal'zhan was still very angered. They never told him why there was a Geth there, but there was work to be done so in a more calm attempt to gain more knowledge he looked at the Geth and said, "Geth why are you here? I thought your "Kind" prefered my homeworld over the rest of the galaxy."

Ragnarök responded in kind. "I am here, Varal'zhan, because I broke away from the geth collective. I am here as an individual, I am here as a fully sentient single geth unit. I am here as a sniper. I am here because I want to be. My name is Ragnarök" He rose back to his full 12 foot height and let them take in the fact that he was clearly a modified Geth Prime. "I know your name, Varal'zhan, because I downloaded your file. Check your omni-tool, I sent you mine." The huge geth sat back on his haunches and began to truly take in their casino surrounding. Batarians were cheating at poker, credit chits were being thrown about like frag grenades of old. Ragnarök noticed 12 different spaces he could kill anybody from and not get caught. Security was lax here in the casino, but he had the suspicion that there was far, far more security where they were headed. Rising back he sent his file to everyone else's omni-tool. Then the huge Geth began to speak. "My name is Ragnarök. I am one of the few fully sentient single geth units in existence, with 13,000 programs in me. I was origionally platformed as a Geth Prime. Legion came along and modified me into a Geth Prime Sniper. I am the only one in existence. Questions?"