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Dr. Aves Hennessey

"Healing is a longer process than you really think it is."

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a character in “Mass Effect: A Galaxy In Pieces”, as played by Fear of a Female Planet

Description

Name:  Dr. Avery Edith Hennessey

Gender:  Female

Species:  Human

Age:  29 (turning 30 shortly)

Birthplace:  Atlanta, Georgia | Earth

Birthdate: July 1, 2171 (7/1/71)

Height: 5'1"

Nicknames:  Aves

Occupation:  Deputy Medical Officer, NES Armando Bailey

Rank:  2nd Lieutenant

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Description/Identifying marks:  Her visible discerning features include a pop of a scar between her eyes, very light freckles on the apples of her cheeks. Remaining unseen are large tattoos of a red phoenix and a blue sparrow in flight cooking about her back and ribcage, colored intensely as an oil painting style of work. She's small and possesses a slight frame, with dark hair, dark eyes, and very light skin. She speaks with an easy Southern accent at a slow, calm pace.

Clothing Details:  For psychological evaluations, Aves typically wears a standard long navy blue dress with quarter sleeves and a simple black belt. Black leather boots round out the look. When on shift at the clinic for trauma or pathological response she typically wears a white tunic over a standard-issue dark blue and silver decontamination suit.

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Weapons: M-5 Phalanx

Role: Engineer

Powers: Unity, Combat Drone, Overload, Incinerate, Cryo Blast

Abilities: First Aid, Medicine, Decryption, Electronics

Equipment: Omni-tool, satchel with field supplies and medical gel. Light Explorer armor for combat situations.

Omni-tool: Blade, Cryo/Incinerate rounds, medical interface / medi-gel application mechanism.

History/Dossier:  Dr. Hennessey grew up in a spacer family, living in different duty stations scattered across the galaxy before she finally returned to Earth to attend medical school. She's recently graduated from medical school and has recently been pinned as a newly-minted 2nd Lieutenant, specializing in neurology/psychology primarily alongside basic trauma response. A little bit of an oddball amongst her peers--a quiet "free spirit," if you will--she had originally not set out to attend medical school; instead, she changed her mind at the last minute, after at first accepting an offer to attend journalism school, for reasons she never chose to disclose aloud. Primarily she found herself in Atlanta training in neurological conditions at the Center for Disease Control (resurrected and rebuilt), in one of the first medical classes allowed to access the facility post-Reaper, and in various schools and courses around the galaxy dedicated to patching the tenuous alliance between humans and others to keep it even the slightest bit stable. Just after graduation, the newly-certified Dr. Hennessey was offered a spot in the prestigious medical corps of the new government's officers' candidate school, reluctantly accepting it despite a slight resentment of the turbulent nature of her childhood spent moving frequently. She accepted a position as the Deputy Medical Officer aboard the NES Armando Bailey a mere handful of days prior to the decision to break from the fleet; her feelings toward the conflict are ambiguous, but her loyalties lie with those who she believes are fighting for the right cause. Personality classification: Counselor/INFJ

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So begins...

Dr. Aves Hennessey's Story

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"What's that you're eating?"

A pause.

"Oh, this? It's a sandwich."

"... sand. Which. What's it got to do with sand?"

"Nothing."

"Where does the sand factor in?"

"Nowhere."

"Is it crunchy like sand?"

"... not really."

"Is it... is it a part of the food?"

"No, it's... flour."

"That's kind of a sand, right?"

"... no, not really."

"Well, it was worth a shot."

Dr. Hennessey let out a laugh through her nose as she shook her head. "Very funny," she drawled back brightly, rolling her eyes upward as she leaned back straight up from the open doorframe, turning around to walk to the small clean counter inside the kitchenette unit. With a quick roll of a nearby vibroknife, she easily sliced the little rectangle of bread in half and stuck part back into the food storage unit before rubbing her hands together and striding back out into the main room.

The doctor had made it a point to keep things light in the clinic during her shifts. Dr. Valova took care to run a smooth operation in the Armando Bailey's medical bay, but if he was displeased with her relatively soft-handed approach at receiving intakes, then he would have vocalized his disapproval long, long ago. Besides, it was often difficult for other medical officers on shift to find someone to give quick breaks to do simple things, like eat something, or watch the desk for five minutes to catch up on filing post-treatment reports on the designated terminal... and, of course it was the one in the second chamber inside the facility. And if there was one thing that Dr. Valova was surely firm about, it was that eyes were on the front desk at all times when not treating a patient.

The small brunette offered the quarter section of the sandwich to the turian sergeant who'd volunteered to give her a ten-minute break. "Here. If it contained anything deadly to you, I wouldn't have it here in the clinic. Want to try it?"

The gray avian beak-like mouth turned up with a laugh. "Oh. Well, fine." He stood, towering over Dr. Hennessey as he accepted the "new" food. "Why do you make this when there are perfectly good rations out there?"

"Sometimes I like doing things the old way," she sighed quietly with a grin and a shrug. The truth was, she rather liked them. Rations sometimes made her sick to her stomach, anyhow. "Besides. Maybe you'll like it."

The turian laughed a little before stepping respectably around the side of the desk and toward the front entrance of the clinic, pulling his clutched hand up to his mouth to chew exploratively. Dr. Hennessey smiled as she smoothed the front of her white tunic and settled down in her chair, then cupped her hands beneath a sanitizing dispenser before settling down in her light ergonomic chair. "Hmm," the sergeant grumbled through his closed mandibles as they mulled over the small bite. "It's... what is this? Pudding?"

"Turkey, actually," Dr. Hennessey corrected gently.

The turian laughed again. "I don't know a thing about human food," he scoffed self-deprecatively.

"Well, the two aren't often confused," she answered sweetly. She smiled, then nodded gratefully. "Thank you for your assistance, Sergeant," she politely acknowledged. "It's helpful to have breaks."

The alien saluted respectfully. "Of course, Ma'am," he responded before he turned about on his heels to exit.

... until the intercom toned out a warning.

"ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP! ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP! FALL BACK TO THE FRIGATE."

The tones and bells continued to ring out jarringly. "Dammit," the turian zapped out bitterly before nodding his head at the doctor. "Ma'am, you'll have to grab your kit. Follow me," he ordered politely, making a mad dash to continue toward the doorway.

Dr. Hennessey promptly stood and grabbed her pack, cringing as she thought of the scant personal belongings left in her cabin, but felt a moment's relief when she remembered--her most valuable item was always in her bag. She couldn't think of that now, anyhow.

"Come on!" the marine barked, prompting her to give the desk one last look-over before she reached down to clutch her worn leather surgeon's pack, slinging it over her white-sleeved arm and taking off toward the door. Before disappearing through it, she took one last look at the row of metal beds behind the semi-opaque partition behind the desk, eyeing what had been a first good clinic to work in during her career. Fighting back a tear of nostalgia--despite the fact that she was trained to understand that moments like this could happen anytime--she slapped the illuminary panel and let the room go dark before bolting after the turian.

The setting changes from NES Armando Bailey to The reopened Frontier

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Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Commander Elana Selani Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey Character Portrait: Irgol Vuji Character Portrait: Dock Officer Lt. Natasha Heal
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The turian leads the Doctor to a shuttle in the main hanger just as a fire brakes out. Lt. Natasha starts directing the damage control teams as the turian loads the Dr. onto the shuttle. The shuttle quickly takes off, making the turian who had no time to sit fall out. Part of the celling collaped, killing the turian, as the pilot closes the doors and flies out of the hanger as fast as possible. The shuttle makes a quick landing in a hole in the unknown frigates hull.

The Salarian ship makes its way to one of the few docking ports thats still working. As the commander orders Roran and Neeha off the ship, a damaged escape pod collides with the Salarian ship. The impact renders the bridge crew including Irgol unconscious and damages the docking tube. Neeha grabbed Roran and ran into the frigate incase the tube depressurizes. The commander ran to the bridge grabbing Irgol and carring him to the docking tube. Once there she could see that the tube was going to break at any moment and that she couldn't make it well carring him so she used her biotic push to throw him. Just in time for the tube to break, and due to age and damage the Salarain ship couldn't seal the door so she was spaced along with most of the surviving Salarian crew. Luckly Neeha was standing by to seal the door on her end with a tech override and some juice from her suit.

As Gemli throw Blake into the shuttle Val turns and carfuly uses her shockwave to push Gemli into the shuttle. Thankfully the co-pilot had grabbed his sidearm and was waiting by the door. So when Blake was thrown he was there to catch him and get him out of the way, as Gemli lands on his stomach on the floor of the shuttle. sortly there after before Gemli can more Val uses her biotic charge to bridge the gap and uses him as a landing pad. Once she pulls herself off of him she yells to the pilot, "Ok We're on let go." With that order the co-pilot jumps to his seat closing the door and launches the shuttle. They make their way to the frigate in time to see the commander get spaced. The pilot goes to bring them in for a landing in the hanger but notices the wreck of a fighter, but due to the damage cant pull away and instead aims the nose away and crashes into the wall. Both pilots are killed on impact and the shuttle is beyond repair as it is half in the interior wall of the hanger.

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Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Commander Elana Selani Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey Character Portrait: Irgol Vuji
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Roran had heard Irgol's plan to return to the damaged frigate. Of course it would be the one he didnt want to be in, with his luck, anything could happen.

He watched as the shuttle from the bailey Docked with the frigate through the gun visor and Irgol docked with the damaged frigate. As it docked the entire salarian frigate was rocked and Roran was thrown out of his seat. "Woa! Are they still shooting at us?" he said as he stood up, But before he could regain his foothold Neeha took him and they ran across the boarding tube that was most definantly going to implode.

And to make it better he got to watch Commander Elana and the Salarian Crew get spaced as Neeha sealed the door. Roran sat down and sighed. then looked up at Neeha and murmmered "What the hell just happened?"

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Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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The Docs pilot calls back to her, "Ma'am I'm not sure how good these reading are but Im picking up a downed gunship in the hanger with inconsistent life signs. There is also a faint reading of resent gun fire from a corridor between us and what's left of the bridge. Possible faint life sign in that same area. Also got three life signs moving on the bridge with two more near the remains of a docking port. I'm gona stay here and try to coordinate with the incoming shuttles since I cant raise dock officer Heal or anyone on the Bailey."

Val tried to reach the commander on all channels well following Blake to the bridge. "Cant reach her. She'll be fine. She knows how to handle herself and I'm sure she will call when she can." Inside she felt that some thing bad had happened but kept a positive out ward appearance.

Blakes call to the bridge goes through but there is no response.

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Particles of dust flickered in the intense blue beam that glared out from the flashlight mounted atop the M-7 Lancer clutched in a pair of nervous armored hands. Footsteps clamped on the floor and echoed hollowly as the small group advanced ahead into the hallway of the abandoned ship, apprehensive about what it was that they could find.

Dr. Hennessey hid behind the larger crew members with the weapons and crept along behind them quietly, her large dark eyes open wide and searching for any movement, anything at all, to signify that anything was amiss. She raised the nose of her M-5 Phalanx toward the ceiling as she stepped forward softly. A blanket of silence stifled the entire ship, leaving a stillness beneath their feet that felt entirely different from either the shuttle or the Bailey. Her omni-tool blipped quickly as they approached the shadowed outline of a doorway. "In here."

The door hissed open. The faces of the group gathered all wrinkled tight as a distinct smell curled their nosehairs. "What is that?" someone coughed raggedly.

Dr. Hennessey shoved a sleeve up to her face to block the stench from further invading her nostrils. It was hard to tell what it was; dead vermin, perhaps?... that had to be it. Clearly, the ship had been quite stuck for some time. The idea of what might be alive among the stillness formed a hard ball in the middle of her chest. She kept the pistol pointed upward, then glanced back at the screen at her wrist. There was indeed a thermal point in this wing of the ship... not too far away. She gestured wordlessly ahead.

Finally, after meandering through a couple of hallways, deeper into the ship, and without the stench, the thermal detection radar toned again. Without warning, a bullet bounced from down an open hallway, hazardly zinging from wall to wall until finally connecting with the chestplate of the crewman holding the flashlight and sent him flying backwards. WHOMP!

"Doc! Get back!" a voice screamed as the light beam spindled up clumsily toward the ceiling and swiveled around wildly as the rifle dropped down upon the ground. A couple of errant rounds popped off with a few bursts of light. Dr. Hennessey felt a rush of air blaze close to her shoulder as she resigned herself to paralleling herself down upon the floor.

The rifle clattered down noisily on the ground, finally, after several suspenseful seconds. Dr. Hennessey lifted her head up and pulled her elbow behind her head to shove her long dark locks out of her face, and began to crawl toward the downed crewman. He lay sprawled out on his back, dazed, while the others sprang to their feet and took off running down the hallway, sidearms drawn, to investigate the source of the gunfire. She propped herself up on her knees next to him as she reached an arm behind herself to grab a hold of the knapsack strapped about a shoulder and thrust a hand inside of it to grasp a small attachment to affix upon her omni-tool, pacing along at a brisk and efficient speed.

A gloved hand raised up as a tired laugh emitted sheepishly from the downed figure. "Hey, Doc," he sputtered as he pointed toward his chest. Dr. Hennessey blinked, fingers still clutching the palm-sized piece she'd retrieved seconds prior. A little smile broke out of the corner of her mouth when his knuckles rapped on the soft superalloy mesh beneath his uniform. She breathed a sigh of relief as she quietly reached out a hand to clasp one of his. She pulled him up to a sitting position and blinked at him, boring her eyes into his to check the dilation of his pupils. Nothing abnormal.

"Doc!"

The crewman tilted his head toward the sudden outburst of voices and cracked a grin. "I'll be fine. Just a little bruise."

"Respectfully, Ma'am, NOW!"

Dr. Hennessey nodded to him, quickly patting his shoulder as she left him to sit up against a wall to catch his breath. She was relieved that he ended up being all right, after all, but the urgency of the others' tone was indeed alarming. She picked up the pace as she wound through a set of dark corridors, the only light being a faint illuminary shimmering along the floor. Finally, she met the trio that had scouted ahead at an open door. "What's wrong?"

One of them nodded and lifted a finger to indicate a pair of red feet slacked limp. In an instant, Dr. Hennessey dashed toward the figure, nodding idly as two of the three announced that they'd continue to explore around the ship. She plopped her bag next to the unconscious man's shoulders and dropped down next to him, her knees planted on the floor against the side of his right arm, and carefully lay a softened corner of the omni-tool against his forehead to check his vitals... low pulse; dehydration; undernourishment of an extreme nature. His complexion looked ashy even in the dim light. She quickly took a breath and fixed the back of her right hand against his cheek. The bumpy ridges of a massive scar scraped against her skin. His felt cool; not even clammy. Poor health.

"Doc! Doc! Doc!" came the panicked cry, "DOC!"

Dr. Hennessey gasped frantically and jerked her head in the direction of the fearful shouts, then stumbled forward on the heel of her hand, face-planting upon the floor. What had they found?

"Doc! There are bodies!"

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Dr. Hennessey cast a confused glance to the crewman perched alertedly on his toes, who mirrored the expression back. "What?" she mouthed to him after furrowing her eyebrows together. She flattened her palms on the cold floor to push herself up. As her legs moved along with her body she felt her left leg bump against the unconscious stranger's red armor--and promptly a pair of hands grasped forward, one clamping on the outside of her thigh and the other on the inside of her knee. Very quickly the hands yanked her backwards while she still faced the floor, smashing her face once again on the floor and dragging her backwards.

"Help!" she called out faintly as the wind rushed from her lungs suddenly. How the man had charted as nearly-dead but now seemed as alive as anything was almost unnatural; perhaps his subconscious had awoken somehow, ignited by fear or pain. She'd seen patients coalesce peacefully in states of extreme states of sedation only to come out of it wildly, unconsciously, under certain conditions.

But the flash of metal caught her eye. She reached her right hand forward, her large brown eyes burning with fear as she saw it happen. "Jesus Christ, no, stop!"

The pistol came out of the other man's holster and the bullet shot swiftly. The single round soared swiftly toward the doctor, causing her to twist her body and dive off to the other side of the stranger. It barely grazed her forehead as she flipped on her back, clipping a slight touch before narrowly missing the other man's head. Thankfully he slumped over and loosened his grip on the terrified doctor, who at once scuttled backwards out of his grip to huddle against the nearby cool metal wall.

Dr. Hennessey's eyes first balked at the newly-unconscious stranger, then turned and narrowed angrily at the crewman. "Marine, what do you think you're doing, firing your sidearm in a confined space at an unarmed civilian?!" she demanded frantically, her voice uncharacteristically rising in pitch and volume as her heart palpitated fast. "You could have killed him!"

She sprang to her feet and again kneeled down in front of the stranger, checking his pulse on the side of his bare neck with an exposed hand, her fingertips probing lightly to find any sign of a pulse. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips before she cast a sidelong glance at the crewman, who was clearly pensive about the matter. He took in a deep breath as he raised his eyes to return her anticipatory glance. "But he could have killed you, Doc," he said softly, almost like a child scolded despite having tried hard to help.

Dr. Hennessey frowned and sighed. Perhaps she'd been difficult on him. This entire situation was one that not everyone had asked to be in; she certainly hadn't put herself through the trouble of Medical Officers' Candidate School ultimately to end up turned against possibly everyone she'd ever known or grown up with... however, these were the circumstances that everyone found themselves in, and she knew it might be a wiser investment of her time to be careful with others' feelings. "It's okay," she responded at a matching tone and volume, then tilted her chin to point toward the red-armored man. "Tell you what. Let me apply a subcutaneous patch with a sedative and a nutrient boost. I've got a rehydration packet in my bag here," she said, indicating it as she returned to the man's side, "and there are more that I can dig up shortly, I think, back on the shuttle." She pulled the aforementioned treatments from her satchel, peeling a membraneous layer from a thin transparent strip to patch upon the side of his neck, and then swabbed a light anesthetic on the top of his hand after pulling off a glove before inserting a little needle and a light attachment of nutritional fluids. "Now, would you mind taking him back, maybe restrain him or something?" she added with a smile.

He schlepped him on his back and returned her smile appreciatively before heading back the way they'd come. Before she could even finish dragging the back of her hand across her forehead, one of the other crewmen filled the doorway, a drawn expression stamped across his pale face. "Look, Doc, I don't mean to alarm you, but there are... bodies... in this other closet, over here," he said grimly. "Lots. Picked clean to the bone. No survivors, but... but we need to know what happened."

"Christ." She blinked and tilted her head as she regained her composure after hearing the sickening news. The dark consolation was that there was no use for her in this case. "Is the area secured?" He nodded, and she returned the bob while briefly lowering her eyes to the ground. "Well, let's worry about that later. Readings say there are more lifeforms on the ship. There's more, just along the outer length. Seems to be coming from some kind of some other craft, or something. You game to help?"

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A gray screen of smoke greeted the small group after the door fizzled open. Whatever it was that was in there, though, was still alive--one individual, from the looks of it, if Dr. Hennessey had to make a guess. Her stomach still churned from the brush with the unknown man less than a half hour prior; the journey to the hangar had taken some time to navigate on an unfamiliar ship.

"Geez," one of the crewmen breathed as he noticed the angle of the ship compared to the ground. It should have been a bad omen, but the fact that any indication of life was showing up at all was a wondrous thing. Both bolted ahead as Dr. Hennessey walked pacedly behind them, cringing to herself as she wound an arm behind her back to calmly extract a facemask, a pair of sterile gloves, and a mini-canister of extra-concentrated field trauma-grade medi-gel to attach to her omni-tool. She smoothly equipped the items as she made her way aboard the craft's crooked ramp.

Remain calm, she repeated over and over inside her own head in a desperate attempt to reassure herself.

The crewmen knelt and hunched over the form of a hulk of a turian sprawled out on the open floor. They rose to their feet once they heard the doctor's footsteps. The sight once again sent her stomach into a twist of knots--the turian's blue blood stained his armor, along with the floor in a trail from the cockpit, with gaping holes carved out along his shoulder. His left hand was impaled by a free-standing cylinder, thin enough to pierce forcibly through thanks to some kind of impact.

At least, that's what Dr. Hennessey spotted visually as she gently took his vitals. She slapped a thin film upon his forehead, intending to release various painkillers and sedatives to help dullen the pain while transporting him to safety. "Get the board in the emergency kit," she commanded quietly as she inspected the turian's wounds. She spotted a couple of chunks of metal in his shoulder, and quickly reached into the bag to pull out a set of tweezers. She made quick work of them, and eyed his other wounds, quickly applying the medi-gel from her omni-tool, intending to stop blood loss and kickstart the healing process before better medical facilities could be located.

The flat board was set next to the two. The doctor glanced up and nodded. "Mind a little help?" she asked as she gestured down to the impaled hand. They frowned deeply as they reluctantly pressed their hands down upon his, firmly pinning it to the ground as Dr. Hennessey yanked the stick upwards. One's face turned green as the doctor immediately set to applying the medi-gel to the indigo mess left behind.

"Onto the board, please. We need to get him to the shuttle. Then somewhere safe." She hated being so direct. It didn't feel natural. But if they didn't move fast, one thing was for sure--he would die if they didn't move fast.

They started ahead, with Dr. Hennessey following fast on their heels, keeping an eye on the turian's half-open mouth and closed eyes. Hang on. Just hang on.

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#, as written by Jacoopi
The ship's main engine that had been overheating burned itself out and was now trashed. Luckily the MAC core eventually cooled down to stable temperatures and remained operational. The ships alarms and HDDs (head down displays) finally went silent, returned to the default black background, and powered down to lower chances of another fire.

The Dr's efforts were not in vain however. The external bleeding had stopped and a majority of the shrapnel pieces had been removed from his body and armor. His pulse/heartbeat was low but had stabilized indicating he was in no immediate danger of death. He was also breathing roughly but didn't start coughing any blood. (a usual sign of near-death condition).

From an external view various limbs on Jacoopi twitched to a slightly notable degree. (excluding cybernetic legs and left hand). Life was visibly present in him as he moved on the board. At one point while still unconscious he slid his right hand onto his torso where his heart would be and rested it there on top of his armored chest piece and then he balled his hand up almost as if he was trying to grab his armor part and take it off.

On the inside, or perhaps in his mind, he dreamed and thought, the brain kept his memories running.....

He was laid out on his back, outdoors, on the lush ground of his homeworld, Palaven. It was only a month previous to him joining the military. He'd seen the power and destructiveness of the Reapers, from his view, they weren't going to stand a chance. Yet in the future he'd be proven wrong. The scene faded and went to a similar location. Again he was on his back, laying on rough and solid rocks of Palaven's moon. His home was ablaze, he could see the city on fire from here, the Reapers did all this. His stare was broken by a Turian fighter trying to shake a Reaper fighter off his tail in the field of stars. Now he remembered where and when this was, he glanced down at his feet only to find them charred beyond belief surrounded by the burning wreckage of his old fighter that was shot down. His head fell back and watched as the stars slowly disappear into a dark void.

The third time he opened his eyes his vision was blurry and hard to keep his eyes open due to the sedatives and other drugs. The interior roof of a spaceship flew by his sight. Finally he returned to the real world and out of dreamland. He could only make out the lights moving past and the outlines of multiple figures. At this he gave a small unintelligible mumble as he was moved along.

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Val was taken back by the message but managed to pull herself back when she heard Blake speak up. "Kid calm down, we're going to be ok. The captain did what he had to do. Now get on that control panel and tell me what we got. Can the ship move and what systems do we have. Krogan check the weapons systems then guard the door. We don't need anyone getting us in the back." She commanded as her training kicked in. Carefully she removed the captain from the chair laying him on the ground face up. Seating in the command chair she started to try and gain control, which to her surprise was rather easy, the captain never locked the system out.



As the Doc and her team approached their shuttle the pilot calls out to them, "Hey some things up. The ship is coming back online. Life signs have moved to the bridge and engineering. Scans read that the engine room is unstable and any one in there is at high risk, recommend you move there immediately. Also been trying to reach you looks like when who ever started the core started a disruption field limits coms. Got a one way message from the rest of the fleet." The pilot plays the message he recorded. "Captain we just lost the Salarian ship. We also cant raise anyone who landed on the unknown ship." "Sir the enemy, their launching an other wave." "All ships that can have moved off and are heading toward the relay. We still have the two York class and one Turian cruiser that were unable to leave. The Turian ship has minimal power at best." Orders Sir" Captain Theryrus in a very angry determined voice, "FOR THE HOMEWORLDS!!" Then the comms go dead. A look at the scanners reveals a massive fight between the Bailey, her few sister ships and large wave of fighters and bombers. The shuttle pilot, "Ma'am I cant raise anyone any were, and I don't know were to go or what to do."

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Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic
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"Neeha, Wait!" Roran said as he chased after her. Although he was a Quarian Marine, he was kinda outa shape. Half way down the hall of twist and turns, he started to slow to a halt. "Nee....Neeha! Wai-Wait up!" he shouted as he halted and placed his hands on his knee's. "Damn, i shouldnt have spent all that time on Ichar...."

Roran stood back up and started running to the engine room, fueled by the thought of Neeha being endangered. He arrived at the door, that was glowing blue, a sign of instability. He stepped in side and shaded his suit visor. He saw Neeha and her power cord hooked up to her suit. "Neeha! What are you doing!" He shouted as he took a step forward but slowly, the Element Zero core was increasing the Gravity levels on the ship.

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Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic
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As Blake and Gemli moved into position the ship scanners along with the shuttles pick up a corvette class starship ship on intercept course. As it gets near a call is heard on all channels, "To anyone on board the unidentified frigate, this is the scavenger ship Crow. Heave to and prepare to be boarded. We mean you know harm. If anyone is still alive please respond. Again if anyone is still alive please respond." "Sir still no answer" "Very well, lets board. I will take the security team and head for the Bridge, I want a medical team to search the med bays, and scavengers to spread out, start with hangers and engineering. I also want a receiving team to hold the ship, no turrets this time but keep your suits on and sealed. Techs standby with barriers. Ok hock on." The ship attaches to the same hatch the Salarians were hooked to.

Val turns to Blake, "Get to the pilots seat. Gemli stand near the door, but hold till I say so. Lets make it seem like we have control of the ship."

Just as everyone got into place, the door to the Bridge opened. In came three men, the first man entered from the right and crossed to the left side of the door. Well the second came from the left and crossed right both scanning the room with their guns. The third man came from the right going up the middle, as all three moved in a few feet one of the flankers spotted Gemli right away, "CONTACT KROGAN!" The man who moved up the middle spotted Val but not Blake whose chair sat lower then hers. Val spun her chair around as the man yelled, "CONTACT FRONT ASARI!" The group could see that their new "guest" were all human wearing Terminus Assault Armor and caring M-96 Mattocks. The flanking not facing Gemli flanks around his side to the front of the bridge to finish clearing the room, and spots Blake. "CONTACT HUMAN... KID!?" Just then a fourth man enters caring a N7 Typhoon, "No one do anything stupid, we are not here to hurt you. I am Captain Adham Sabatello of the..." He is interrupted by a beep from his omi-tool. He quickly takes a look and then fixes his eyes on Blake. "This cant be right. Techs verify. Copy. Sorry about that. MEN LOWER YOU WEAPONS! I am Captain Adham Sabatello of the SSV Crow, ASPD repair and recovery ship. One moment please. All teams this is now call sign SSV, medical teams do what you can all teams prepare for tow back to base." He turns to the three men, "OK LT you and your team stay here and protect the package till we're home then rejoin us. The rest of us will do a sweep and get out." With that the captain leaves and the three men post just outside the door.

A few moments later the medical team arrives at the shuttle and with an override opens the shuttle doors. Seeing the injured the team gets to work with Dr. Aves help. Jacoopi should still get to a med bay or hospital but will be fine same with Kearan. As soon as the team gets done with everything they can do, they pack up and leave.

At the same time an engineering team arrives near main engineering. But with one scan, they decide that whom ever is already inside can handle it and leave not wanting to risk more lives.

After the captain is done with his sweep, he re-boards his ship along with they team he had guarding it and the other two teams. Once on board he unhooks and moves to the bow were he hooks a tow cables to the frigate. They slowly and carefully tow the ship to a large asteroid. They unhook the cables and let the frigate drift towards the asteroid, but instead of crashing they pass through a shield and are greeted by unmanned drones that guide the ship to its dock. Once there the automated docking system kicks in and a tube is extended well the drones examine the ships hull.

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Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic
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The Stations Drones did more then guide the ship, but they opened all airlock doors that were connected to station docks, as well as turning on all the lights, as if its some sort of greeting. Further more, one of the drones came to them, and in a female voice, started talking to them. The station itself seemed old, yet strangely highly active. On

"Welcome to Shipcove Station. Please wait as you are scanned" it told them, before scanning anyone at the airlock, including Blake and Gemli. "Access Granted. Please be advised, a dangerous krogan is onboard. Please ensure there is no threat to station".

"Racist program" Gemli muttered.

"Please enter. Would the holder of the Blackfile please report to the control room for decoding and to reactive station operations" the voice told them. "Would the commanding officer please ensure the Krogan is properly restrained as well, and that any military personell would ensure all prisoners are accounted for in the Prisoner Containment Area and that no volitile components are at risk in the labs. Please do not enter sector D of the station without access from the Command Room, or the defenses of the station will be forced to purge all unregistered personell and destroy any ship without any of the specialized IFFs".

"Okaaay" Blake mentioned. "So, I think we should be really careful what we touch".

"I think we should blow up this stupid piece of crap VI who thinks all Krogans should be restrained!" Gemli yelled.

"Please restrain the Krogan!" the voice said. "It is displaying active levels of aggression!"

Gemli frowned.

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After eight slow and slightly painful steps, he reached Neeha and pulled out the power cells. "Neeha! Thank god you hadn't Drained your Suit power...I have these..." he said as he pulled out a small cylinder and placed it in the place of the power cells on the Element Zero Engine Panel. " Kinetic Stabelizers." He stated and looked down at the Exaughsted Neeha.

"One step closer to getting this ship moving..." he said before taking a quick glance at the power cells he had removed. Then he looked away, then looked back. One, two, three, four...Five! all five Power cells were removed! Neeha's suit would soon suffocate her if he couldnt make some sort of airway.

Roran stood there. He raised his hand to his head and looked around. "Ah...Uhm..." he stuttered as he reached down and grabbed her mask. "Oh hope she will forgive me for this...." Roran took her visor and removed it from her helmet. Of course he had no idea she was still fully self aware...

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In case anyone is still checking.
Neeha'Shiro (NPC Quarian engineer) & Roran Vas'Neema (Fallout Decree) are still onboard the heavily damaged ship that is about to be ejected into space cause its hull cant take a jump to FTL and the Quarians cant stop it.

Valarirae Saburo (My PC), Urdnot Gemli & Blake Harrows (Both Mr. Baneling Squishy) are onboard the Alliance station talking to a VI.

Dr. Aves Hennessey (Fear of a Female Planet), Jacoopi Kerdros (Jacoopi), Othesat (Capn Morgan), & Kearan Dekotovic (zeph_gm) are also still on the ship in the medbay.

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Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Othesat Seal
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(Post incoming later today. Please stand by)

(EDIT: WAIT A DAMN SECOND! Navy, its your post. :3)

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#, as written by Jacoopi
((gasp)) we still here guiz? :)

Cause I'm still here, and Othesat y u no in chatzy?

(EDIT: Do you mean Kearan's abandoned ship? @FAN)

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Val turns to Gemli, "Urdnot stay here and watch the kids back but don't do anything till I get back. Kid watch yourself. I'm going to do a quick search of the ship." She ran back onto the ship to see if she could find anyone.

Well Val returns to the ship, Neeha gets an alert on her Omni tool. With a quick look at its fading display she turns to Roran, "Somethings wrong and some one just boarded. I need to stay here and do what I can. Without my power cells, or compatible backups I'm as good as dead anyway. You go, find anyone left on board and get them off the ship before its to late." She kisses his face mask then gentle pushes him away as she makes her way to whats left of the engineering control room and seals it. Plugging into the system she sends an alert to all station and screens on board the ship, "This is Chief engineer Neeha'Shiro vas Armando Bailey. To anyone receiving this, abandon ship. We are currently docked wit a station, it is your best bet. If you do not leave now this ship is going to be ejected and is set to make a FTL jump. In the ships conditions it will be torn apart as it makes the jumps. I will do what I can to delay it but you must move quickly. This is Chief engineer Neeha'Shiro vas Armando Bailey signing off, Keelah se'lai."

The setting changes from The reopened Frontier to Shipcove Station

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Val made her way to the med bay were Dr. Aves was trying to get Jacoopi off the ship. "Here Doc let me help you." Taking I'm under the other arm she helped them into the station. They set him down against the wall around a corner. Well the doc worked on her patient, Val started back towards the ship. As She did Roran was making his way out of the airlock as the ship is ejected from the station. Over everyones Omni-tools, Neeha said in a sad voice, "Forgive me Roran Vas'Neema Nar Rayya. Everyone else, I'm sorry, Keelah se'lai." Once she finished, the ship made a FTL jump and exploded due to too much damage. Val stood in shock as she watched the ship.

After a second or two she snapped out of it and turned to Gemli, as she secured her Omni-tool and com system, "WERE IS BLAKE?" Just then she noticed the scorch make by the door to the control room, with her biotics flaring as much as she safely can, "SOVEREIGN!! THIS TIME, ONE WAY OR AN OTHER YOUUUU DIE!! AND DONT EVEN THINK OF HURTING THAT BOY!!"

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Blake watched as a large rapid fire style gun dropped from the ceiling, and pointed at him. Sovereign spoke to everyone now. "Do as I say, or you all die".

Blake learned a lot more then Sov had probably expected or wanted from that one sentence. One, Sovereign could not immediately kill them all, which meant Life Support was isolated. Outgoing comms must have been too, because he could not contact them until they reached the station. Two, he needed something from them, which meant he wasn't going to kill all of them. Hopefully. Three, Sovereign could not, at least currently, indoctrinate people.

He got on comms. "Its okay, I am fine. Clearly he needs something, so he won't kill all of us. Nor can he. Otherwise, he would have already made his point by starting to drain oxygen. Life support systems must be isolated, with no ability to link to it. I think outgoing comms must be too, which means Sovereign is trapped here just like I am in this room".

Unfortunately, it appears Sovereign had a contingency for that. "Do as I say, or I start killing off the survivors one by one. How many friends do you want to lose?"

And now Blake knew Sovereign wanted him to do something. Which meant it was everyone else he was threatening. As he realized that, a monitor showed a security camera showing Gemli and Val, as four YMIR mechs came out of the various hallways surrounding them. As worried as Blake was, disbelief came over him. "Are you serious? The life support systems are isolated, but not the damn mech controls?!"

Gemli took cover behind a doorway as another rocket got fired. The YMIR mechs were making their usual annoying comments like "Unauthorized Lifeform Detected" and "Initiating Extermination Protocal. This one, Gemli understood. Unless Sovereign was playing them, which was actually highly likely. Still, he had hope.

"No, he just has access to the User Database. We don't have clearance for the station, so the entire security system wants us dead reguardless of what he wants. It also means he can add us to the list...or remove others" Gemli mentioned. "That said, the door between you and us is shut down tight. He clearly has access to the door controls, there is no way we can blast through it!"

Blake decided to at least find out Sovereign's intentions. "What do you want?"

"Re-enable the Hardlink connections".

Meanwhile, at Roran, as a drone approached them weapons primed, one of the doors shut close at such a velocity that the drone was completely destroyed, and emergency lighting showed up on the ceiling, where the cameras could not see. Roran then got a secret message on a secure channel to his Omni-Tool. "To the hanger. Hurry".

(Revelation of Sovereign deserved a long post)

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Val ran over to Jacoopi and the doctor putting up a biotic barrier. "Sovereign. Why kill us when we can help you? As the commanding officer Blake listens to me. If I tell him to sit down and follow my orders as the new station commander per the project overload initiative. Then he would have no other choose then to let me and the Krogon, into the rest of the station under Atlas directive, so I can carry out your will under Prometheus Protocol. Isn't that right Blake?" Well she waits to see everyones reaction she turns to Jacoopi, and whispers, "You combat ready? Cause I could use your help."

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#, as written by Jacoopi
Jacoopi finally found himself fully conscious after having his limp body dragged around various parts of the station seeing multiple faces, and at one part Othesat's outlined body shape. He was surprised to find himself alive, there was no way he should've survived hat crash unless... The doc... His gratefulness flew throughout him, but before he could thank her Val's barrier was thrown up around him and the doc. Time to get back in the action, no time to slack off. Luckily his modded Phaeston was nearby and loaded, but the holes in him and the armor; that was a shame, he could buff that out later. For now, he stuck to the fellow Lieutenant's back, with rifle in arms.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He pulled himself up from is sitting position. "I got your back. Now I have appeared to miss alot of uh... things happening. For now don't explain anything, we'll get to it later."

He leaned to her shoulder and whispered, "What's the plan? I'm ready to kick Reaper ass once again." She was kinda cute for an Asari, no no, pay attention we'll get to that stuff later. He smiled, ah... The good old days, well some of the worst and best days were fighting Reapers and their robot-fuck fiends.