Setting
The Jitterbug is a modified cargo vessel. It is slow moving, but highly efficient in its fuel usage, making it preferable for travel within star systems. It has comfortable occupancy for thirty people, along with equipment for various purposes. One of the holds has been sectioned off and modified to be a laboratory. There is a small dining area and kitchen, two bathrooms with meager showers, and a small private quarters that has been turned into a sort of rec room for the comfort of the crew. The Jitterbug houses no weapons other than what individuals bring with them on their person.
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Mass Effect Universe.
"Orbital Distance: 3 AU. Orbital Period: 5.3 Earth Years. Keplerian Ratio: 0.961. Radius: 7,484 km. Day Length: 40 Earth Hours." Norik Calos leaned back on his arm chair and stared at the ceiling of his private chambers. For the past hour, he had calculated the variables of the excavation site while cross-checking the team's inventory to ensure all equipment met the environmental standards. He still couldn't believe the preposterous amount of funding received for this dig - especially the tools and equipment charitably donated from high grade manufacturing companies.
"If only these corporations were as generous when I first started." The Drell scoffed as he returned to his work. The terminal mounted on his desk displayed a satellite image of a red, chalky planet. Carcosa. He slouched forward and stared into the screen as if trying to scan the planet with his own eyes for anything remotely Prothean. If only it were that easy. Norik would want nothing more than to plot a course directly to Carcosa and start the dig right away; The anticipation had gnawed at him the moment they disembarked - but Norik was no fool. A weaponless, retrofitted cargo vessel full of expensive equipment was an easy target. Manned by four scientist with close to no combat experience? It was a space pirate's wet dream. The team knew excavating without some form of security was idiotic, but to go recruiting mercenaries in the terminus systems was something else entirely.
A grin surfaced his lips as he recalled the team's reaction to his decision. The outright doubt, anger and fear would slowly thaw out as he explained his reasons. Quite simply, the geth attack on the Citadel scared a lot people in the the galaxy. Reputable private military corporations racked their prices up and restricted themselves to a more lucrative clientele. Getting paid to babysit a bunch of rich slags in their penthouse estates was more low risk, high reward than a group of scientist on a hazardous planet. The Council didn't bother with Norik's request for a convoy escort; Reconstruction of the Citadel and it's defense fleet was their number one priority. He tried negotiating with mercenary groups he had done business with in the past, but they were all afraid of another geth attack. With the amount of resources contracted into this venture, he'd be hard pressed to back out now. Norik had exhausted all avenues save one: The Terminus Systems, Omega. The central hub for drugs, trafficking and arms dealing. Jam packed in a turf war between three infamous mercenary groups, all ran by the notorious Asari, Aria T'loak. The team had every right to be concerned but they knew the potential risks this line of work required. So long as they played it smart, they'd all make it out of Omega alive with a bunch of competent mercenaries. Hopefully.
"We're here." said Mul Karin over the intercom. Norik felt the low humming from the Jitterbug's propulsion system die off, making the room much more quiet. He rose from his chair and shut the terminal down then grabbed the coat from the bed. After fastening the straps of his science coat, he turned and reached for his pistol by the night stand.
"Lets hope I don't get the chance to use this." Norik said as he momentarily held the firearm, getting a feel for its weight before holstering it.
"If only these corporations were as generous when I first started." The Drell scoffed as he returned to his work. The terminal mounted on his desk displayed a satellite image of a red, chalky planet. Carcosa. He slouched forward and stared into the screen as if trying to scan the planet with his own eyes for anything remotely Prothean. If only it were that easy. Norik would want nothing more than to plot a course directly to Carcosa and start the dig right away; The anticipation had gnawed at him the moment they disembarked - but Norik was no fool. A weaponless, retrofitted cargo vessel full of expensive equipment was an easy target. Manned by four scientist with close to no combat experience? It was a space pirate's wet dream. The team knew excavating without some form of security was idiotic, but to go recruiting mercenaries in the terminus systems was something else entirely.
A grin surfaced his lips as he recalled the team's reaction to his decision. The outright doubt, anger and fear would slowly thaw out as he explained his reasons. Quite simply, the geth attack on the Citadel scared a lot people in the the galaxy. Reputable private military corporations racked their prices up and restricted themselves to a more lucrative clientele. Getting paid to babysit a bunch of rich slags in their penthouse estates was more low risk, high reward than a group of scientist on a hazardous planet. The Council didn't bother with Norik's request for a convoy escort; Reconstruction of the Citadel and it's defense fleet was their number one priority. He tried negotiating with mercenary groups he had done business with in the past, but they were all afraid of another geth attack. With the amount of resources contracted into this venture, he'd be hard pressed to back out now. Norik had exhausted all avenues save one: The Terminus Systems, Omega. The central hub for drugs, trafficking and arms dealing. Jam packed in a turf war between three infamous mercenary groups, all ran by the notorious Asari, Aria T'loak. The team had every right to be concerned but they knew the potential risks this line of work required. So long as they played it smart, they'd all make it out of Omega alive with a bunch of competent mercenaries. Hopefully.
"We're here." said Mul Karin over the intercom. Norik felt the low humming from the Jitterbug's propulsion system die off, making the room much more quiet. He rose from his chair and shut the terminal down then grabbed the coat from the bed. After fastening the straps of his science coat, he turned and reached for his pistol by the night stand.
"Lets hope I don't get the chance to use this." Norik said as he momentarily held the firearm, getting a feel for its weight before holstering it.
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