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Kearan Dekotovic

Ill Survive, the only question is whether you will.

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a character in “Mass Effect: A Galaxy In Pieces”, as played by zeph_gm

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Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 34

Eye color: Hazel

Identifying features: Series of vicious scars along the left side of his face received after a fragmentation grenade exploded nearby prior to reaper war.

Born: Omega

Raised: Omega

Occupation: Mercenary (freelance)

Residence: Unassigned

Armor: Red Inferno Pattern Armour

Visor color: Clear

Weaponry: M-6 Carnifex with penetration module and high caliber barrel, Large combat knife, Frag grenades, trip mines.

Abilities: Throw, biotic charge.

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History: Born on Omega to a pair of (mostly) law abiding parents, Kearan was sucked into the life of a petty criminal from a young age, as many children are forced to in the depths of Omega. His mistake was robbing the wrong person at the wrong time, that being a Vorcha captain of the Blood Pack, on payday. He paid for his foolishness soon after, when the Captain and his goons tracked him to his home. Retribution came in the brutal murder of his mother and father before his eyes, after which he was locked in a storage room with nought but his parents corpses for company. He was found a week later by a pair of Blue Suns, who heard his screams and beating on the door of the room. What they found was a grisly scene, to stave of starvation Kearan had begun to consume his parents corpses. They took him in and trained him how to fight and use his budding biotic powers. When he was 15 he left the Blue suns and went freelance, roaming the galaxy as a gun for hire. He spent the majority of the Reaper war on the pirate frigate "Anubis" as part of the boarding squads and the gunner on a mantis gunship team. while the battle raged around earth, Kearan and the Anubis fought agaisnt a fleeing cerberus frigate in a nearby system. During the battle the "Anubis" suffered irrepairable damage to its engines, meaning that when the cerberus frigate went critical and exploded they could not correct their course. Lacking Comms and any way on contacting those in the surviving fleet after the reaper war ended, denying them even the knowledge of the the final victory over their foe. they drifted through space before theywere caught in the gravity well of a nearby planet. Rations were strict, but luckily the survivors on the wreck of the Anubis were depleted far more than their supplies. However, even with strict rationing, no food source could last forever, and before long Kearan returned to the only way he had survived as a child, and the only way he would survive now.
Password: Talon mercenaries

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So begins...

Kearan Dekotovic's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Captain Theryrus Siethis Character Portrait: Commander Elana Selani Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Othesat Seal Character Portrait: Irgol Vuji Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic
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#, as written by zeph_gm
Kearan sat in the dark and the dank of the ruined ship, his eyes sunken and dark, his skin an unhealthy grey colour from malnutrition, his mind flitting in and out of conciousness in the dark of the ship. He was the last, the last one left, out of a crew of 800, he was the only one left standing. Or sitting rather. Then again, there had certainly been less crew alive on the ship when this whole mess began. Only about 250 crew members survived the crippling of the pirate ship Anubis, and it was of those surviving few that Kearan was the last of. Power had been simple, the reactor was still functional, it was just the engines that had been trashed by the Cerberus cruiser, not that they hadn't given as good as they got. Life support was functional on those decks not blown open into the vacuum of space, and although initially to conserve power they had switched off the artificial gravity, as their numbers dwindled, it was switched back on. Nobody expected to survive the ordeal, and it was at least nice to have your feet on the ground, and not have shit gliding through the air. The few Salarians on board were the first to go, their hyper metabolisms succumbing to the strict food rationing set in place. They were bagged and ejected out the airlock. That decision was soon regretted. Food supplies ran out quickly even with tight rationing, and it wasn't long before starvation and hunger took their natural course. What little Command structure was left on the ship quickly broke down as the crew began to split into warring factions. Most of the humans did no fare well in the ensuing conflict. Assaulted by a combined force of the Batarians and Krogan, they were decimated and most scrambled into hiding, Kearan amongst them. The Quarians were the next to go, their life suits giving them a unique advantage in the area, but lacking medical and technical supplies meant that even small wounds laid them low. They also refused to do what the other parties accepted. Eating the dead. With food rations all but non-existent at this point, the Krogan/Batarian alliance and the Asari/Turian group began to attack one another over not just space and control, but in order to gather food. Kearan was not exempt from the situation, unlike others, he simply adapted early. Stray turian scouts and batarian hunters met their end on the tip of Kearans combat knife, their bodies dragged away to the dark corners of the ship Kearan survived in. What remaining human crew were left he soon hunted down. Easier targets than the powerful krogan or biotic Asari. As the two opposing sides ground themselves down and dwindled in numbers, even the fractious alliances began to erode, and soon it became every man for himself. Eventually, it became just one man and himself. Kearan killed them. Every last one, kept their corpses cold in the medical bay, rationing himself. That was when the real struggle began. It had been different knowing that there were at least other living beings on the ship, but being the only living soul for thousands of lightyears was... straining for the mind. Soon the voices came, tormenting him for the crimes he had committed to stay alive, in time, eve they left him. All that remained was the silence, and it had been silent for a long time.

Kearan had run out of "food" over a fortnight ago.

He didn't think he would last much longer, the pain in his stomach had left, but now it was gone, he almost missed it.

He had sat in silence for so long, that the hiss of an opening airlock was so alien he almost didn't notice it. Had he missed someone? Was there another survivor who had eluded him? No, no surely not... Who...

He tried to stand but his legs failed him and he slumped back down to the floor. He tried to cry out, but his voice wouldn't come, all that came was a hoarse whisper. They wouldn't find him, he was in his hiding place, the place he had used to elude the rest of the crew in the early days of the wreck. They would come through, scavenge, and leave. He would die here. Alone in the dark, with not even the voices to keep him company...

The gun.

He wasnt even sure where the thought came from, or if it was even him that thought it, but it was right. His hand slipped down to the pistol at his hip. Carnifex model with extended barrel and ultralight materials. He was glad for the lightness as he struggled to raise the weapon away from his body. He squeezed, the trigger depressing with a slight click just before the mass effect accelerator blasted the bullet down the hall, ricocheting around the hall with a deafing rattle and ping of noise, echoing throughout the hollow ship, But Kearan heard nothing, his mind having already succumbed to darkness.

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Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Commander Elana Selani Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Othesat Seal Character Portrait: Irgol Vuji Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic
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As the Salarians board the frigate they are meet by a hurt Vorcha guard leaning against the opposite wall. "Turn back. Ship broken, engines broken, most crew dead, no hope. Engines not ours, all going to die." Just then Volus tech emerged from a maintenance hatch, "We were boarded some how and they waited till we fell back to strike. They took what was left of engineering. With so much damage the crew is having a problem keeping the ship together and trying to retake engineering isn't going well. I recommend you if you have men to spare great other wise leave now. We picked up a ship in need, cant tell which frigate it is but it is better off then we are. Help them we got our ship." With that the Volus reenters the hatch, and the Vorcha starts down the whats left of the hall towards engineering.

Commander Elana and chief Neeha followed the Salarians.

As Gemli takes out drones, a Geth runs into the room well typing on its omi-tool, and yells out, "Hold your fire! The system activated when you landed with out authorization. One moment." just as he finishes deactivating the system four shot come through the door hitting the geth in the back. As it falls to the ground it yells out. "RUN! WAVE OFF! SHIP LOST!" It types a few things in to its Omni-tool and as it hits the last button it lays flat on the deck, motionless and its light slowly fades out. A second later everyone there receives coordinates of what looks like a powered down frigate.

Val runs you to Blake and Gemli, activating her Biotic Protector to cover the three of them. "Fall back, we are not here to retake her. That geth sent us coordinates of an other ship. I would rather try and help the other ship then try and clear this entire ship with just the three of us. Now fall back to the shuttle." She covers Blake regardless of what his next move is.

Jacoopi picks up a faint signal coming in slowly from off the fleets six o'clock. His ships VI reads it as a frigate class ship that's gone dark.

Othesat makes it to the med bay to a find a horrific scene. Crew laying all over the place in mixed conditions, with medics running from person to person in an attempt to help everyone they can. One of the human medics walks over to her, "Let me take a look... Ok... you seem fine nothing critical. You can stay and help or report back to your station." With a nod he ran off to help a hurt Turian with third degree burns all over his body.

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Having been all but ignored by the medics Othesat moves to a desk and sits, trying to wrap her head around what is going on. Dieing due to a ship failure or an attack from another ship where she can do nothing is one of her biggest fears. Well sitting at the desk in the med-bay she leans on the com button and hears the conversation about the drifting ship...thinking that might be a safer adventure. Moving back to the shuttle bay, she does not have to sneak much as everyone is running around with all the troubles. Finding an empty shuttle, after bribing one of the deck officers to open the bay doors, she hopes into the shuttle and flies it to the coordinates given to the other group.

Upon landing on the dark ship, she searches for a light on the ship. Once she has found one she starts to explore the ship. A flashlight in one hand and her Scirpion in the other hand.

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Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Captain Theryrus Siethis Character Portrait: Commander Elana Selani Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Othesat Seal Character Portrait: Irgol Vuji Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic
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Over every com channel, with a Japanese accent "This is Admiral Katsumoto Yamamo to the Bailey and her fleet. I call you now as a courtesy from one worrier to an other. You are in possession of an item of great importance, stand down, turn it and its carrier over to us or be destroyed. If you hand it over we will leave you alone, do the honorable thing and live to fight an other day. We will withdraw for one hour, any ship that tries to flee will be destroyed for being cowards. I Await your response. Endurance out." With that every attacking ship disengages and jump into FTL.

Captain Siethis to all ships. "ALL HANDS! NOW HEAR THIS! ALL HANDS NOW HEAR THIS! All small craft find harbor. Begin fleet wide repairs if need be scuttle the ship. All away teams your on your own find shelter and hunker down. Frigates and cruisers to the rear. I will hold the Bailey here, everyone give us a wide berth and for no reason approach us. No matter what happens its been an honor to serve with you all." On board the Baily, the captain looks at a report, most boarders have been repelled on the baily.

Fleet started with status change
2 York class Cruisers 1 boarded
1 Berlin Class Cruiser badly damaged
1 Turian Cruiser no power or coms
4 Quarian Cruisers no fighters or shuttles left
6 Turian Frigates 1 boarded (has the away team on it for now), 4 destroyed
2 Alamo Class Frigates all lost
2 Geneva Class Frigates 1 badly damaged

As the remaining ships that can, move to the rear of the fleet, the captain, "Baily what do we have on the Endurance and this Admiral?" A holo image of Baily appears next to the captain. "Sir. All we have is a mention that he is a fleet Admiral currently attached to the Special Projects division, and who has never lost a fight since the rank of captain, nor has he back down from a fight regardless of the odds. As far as the Endurance goes there is a romor it was to be the biggest carrier ever built, not just having a larger capacity but have the fire power of a dreadnaught. Sorry sir but that's all I have."

As Baily gives his report Blake's datadrive gives off a low beep.

Commander Selani turns to Roran, "Back to the ship." Turning to Irgol, "With respect, lets head to the unknown contact and holdup there, if there are any other teams out or survivors looking for shelter they might head there."

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Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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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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Character Portrait: Captain Theryrus Siethis Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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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: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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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: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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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: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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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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Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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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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Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Othesat Seal Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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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: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Othesat Seal Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey
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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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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Roran Vas'Neema Character Portrait: Jacoopi Kerdros Character Portrait: Othesat Seal Character Portrait: Irgol Vuji Character Portrait: Valarirae Saburo Character Portrait: Urdnot Gemli Character Portrait: Blake Harrows Character Portrait: Kearan Dekotovic Character Portrait: Dr. Aves Hennessey Character Portrait: Coracia Kerdros Character Portrait: Egil Ghede
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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."