Mass Effect: Uprising, based on Bioware's new RPG.... Options

[Lord Revan]

Mass Effect: Uprising

<<Civilian Transport: Yucatan-en route to Caleston, Hades CGA 12506, Hades G Cluster>>

<<Captain’s log: 2186/ [Data Corruption]>>

Cpt. O’Brien: The voyage has gone smoothly enough so far, it’s been two days since we left Sol. I am somewhat anxious about all this; I’ve clocked more hours in the Traverse than most captains these days, but ever since the Geth came out of the Veil three years ago, I’ve been getting this sinking feeling it’s only a matter of time before they give wiping us all out another shot.

<<Corruption>>

Cpt. O’Brien: That feeling’s getting stronger the closer we get to Caleston; it feels like something’s hovering over my shoulder but there’s nothing there.
Some of the crew have been talking about similar feelings they’re getting..... It’ll only be a few more hours before we land..... I don’t know if I’d feel better spending a few days with firm ground beneath my feet or heading right back for real civilization ASAP.

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“Come on, move it! The faster you all haul the cargo, the sooner we get paid and be able to live comfortably for a couple months!” Lundro, the Yucatan’s salarian first mate shouted at the armored lifters.

“Lundro? What’s the status on the cargo dump?” Captain O’Brien asked through the com-link in the salarian’s headset.

“We’re getting there, Captain; Marquis and the others are working as fast as they can without being more clumsy than usual.” No sooner did the alien finish then a very heavy cargo crate, plus two armored humans slammed unceremoniously into the dirt of Calestine.
"What are we going to do about them?" Lundro muttered, shaking his head as the two humans struggled to their feet.

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<<Infiltration Drone- Alpha_2832-5316/ Status: Online/ Location: Human Cargo Transport- Yucatan>>

Unit Alpha’s orb-like eye lit up. Its mandibles flexed outward, as if yawning. Rising to its full height, Alpha ran a brief self-diagnostic.
When the systems check was complete, the synthetic scanned the room it was in. The space was small, an unused space between a layer of ablative armor and ship hull.

Without pause, Alpha crawled through a small hatch and sealed it shut after entering the ship. The Yucatan was dimly lit, a common trait of human vessels, energy conservation was a keyword.
Alpha’s mandibles clicked together, reducing the glow of its spherical optical receptor to a small enough point that it wouldn’t give away its presence.

The synthetic life form leaped up to the ceiling, its hands and feet adhering to the metal alloy. <<Priorities: 1. Eliminate target vessel’s crew and any other organic sentients. 2. Remain undetected unless there are extreme circumstances.>>
Infiltration Drone Alpha found a maintinance terminal and sent a remote hacking signal.

The Yucatan’s VI noticed a new user enter the system. Before it could begin to follow protocols and query the new user, an override command went out through its systems.
The command was identical to the one Cpt. O’Brien would use, so the VI waited for orders that were expected to come with an override..... It waited forty nanoseconds before its code was suddenly erased from memory.

Alpha flexed his mandibles into an expression similar to a smile, the ship’s VI was out of commission, and the crew was still unaware of any of these events.
The data-eating virus had been attached to the override, which had forced the VI to idle. Now that the annoyance it could pose was out of the way, Alpha could concentrate on its objectives, one of which, was gathering intel on the organics in Citadel Space.

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<<Citadel News Report>>

ExoGeni has denied reports that their mining operation on Caleston has been attacked. Corporate officials claim that the sudden loss of communications with Caleston is due entirely to technical difficulties.
And that the ship being sent to the Hades Gamma Cluster is a simply intended to supply and repair the facilities.

Many investors have pulled much of their funding until confirmation from ExoGeni that their report is not a cover-up.....

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Dec 6 2007, 10:47 PM

[Lord Revan]

Well, unlike Revan these plotlines will meet and merge together. Can't say more than that. The collosus has a different color-scheme and is built by a different company (better materials/design, better armor all-around).

<<Citadel Station: The Wards- Flux Nightclub>>

Flux had excellent sound-dampening; the din from the club was barely audible unless you were right beside the entrance.
Garrus walked up the stairway to Flux; he remembered stopping here a few times with Tyrus and the others when they weren’t hiking with extreme prejudice on alien worlds in search for Saren.

Instinct had led him here; if there was a place the old crew of Commander Shepard knew well, it was Flux. The turian glanced around the bar area, then made his way to the casino upstairs. As soon as he reached the top he spotted Tali, sitting alone at a table, staring plaintively at the dancing patrons below.

“Are you thinking of joining in?” Garrus asked as he scooted a chair over and sat opposite of the quarian.
“I wish that was what was on my mind, Garrus...” Tali replied softly, turning away from the rail to look back at him.

“Hit me, what’s bothering you, Tali? You wouldn’t leave your people just to see me or mope around a nightclub.” The turian muttered leaning forward.
Tali shook her head, “I'm here on behalf of my people, what’s left of them. We need to talk to the Council because things are going to get very complicated for everyone in a short while.”

Garrus peered at the faceplate veiling his old friend’s face, just making out the lights where her eyes should be. His face became grim and stoic, preparing himself for anything. “Okay, I need you to give me every detail before we go to the Council with this.”

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“Come on, Dragus. Le.... Let’s jus..... Just take a moment to talk this through!” Roland knew smuggling was risky, but the nightmare staring him in the eyes was beyond his worst imaginings. They told me I was covered, they said they kept their assets anonymous!

“You’ve got the time it takes for my shotgun to charge up, better hurry.” The krogan muttered dryly.
“I’ll..... I'll give you everything! All the credits! The mods are worth a fortune too! If you'll just let me access my comp.”

Dragus’ shotgun winded down, and he lowered the barrel slightly. The smuggler didn’t need the bounty hunter to say anything; he nearly tripped trying to get to his private extranet terminal. Sweat glistened on the human’s face as he hastily typed out a series of potentially life-saving commands. He was so focused he didn’t hear Dragus draw his pistol.

“Ok... Ok, we’re good, everything’s here, you can pick up the mods in the lower market and the credits are right there.” The human pointed at the wall-safe in the corner. “It’s unlocked.”

“Good boy,” Dragus muttered in a dangerously pleased voice, if Roland knew anything about his reputation, he would have known what was coming.
"You got what you wanted, now le-” The smuggler never got to finish his last sentence before Dragus blew his head off. Roland's headless body collapsed onto his desk, his own life-blood short-circuited his computer terminal.

Beneath his helmet, the krogan mercenary smiled, “That will all make a well-deserved bonus.” Dragus strode over to the safe and popped it open. If krogans could whistle appreciatively, he would have done so, there had to be over $50,000 worth of credits in there.
Dragus settled with a gruff grunt of satisfaction and scooped up the credits into his pack. [i]Humans are so stupid; he actually believed I would let him go after he'd been marked.[b] Anyone who'd been in the business for more than a few months knew about bounty hunters, some would accept bribe money, most would just take it and the price on your head to boot.

The krogan was in his prime right now, a middle-aged bull who'd yet to be scarred by his quarry. But then Dragus hadn't gone hunting for primal game, he prefered the kind that walked on two legs and knew to respect the hunter with his gun sights on their head.
Korgan were often considered brutal and unforgiving, not that those were false descriptions, but many prized virtues like honor in battle and strength. Dragus was an extreme of the low end of the spectrum, he prized credits over honor and not one non-krogan had ever crossed him and lived long after that. Even among his people, he was a sadist and barabric with his targets..... and obstacles in his way.

Before the krogan could walk out the door his comm. unit chimed. Silently, the mercenary answered. “I just killed Roland, I’ll be at the docks in-”
The voice that interrupted him was not his employer, but familiar none-the-less. “It’s Tuhrus, I don’t care what you’re doing right now, Dragus, but you have to get you’re a** to the Artemis Tau Cluster! I don’t have time to spell it out for you, but the warlord is going to bring down so much hell right now; a fair share will be on you if you show up late!”

Tuhrus cut the line the moment his ranting was finished, Dragus sighed for a moment. “Alright, I’ll just pick up those mods and be there as soon as I can persuade some unlucky pilot to give me a lift.....” His fist clenched as he reflected on exactly which parts of the body he'd ruin for the poor b****** pilot that would be taking an unscheduled flight to the Artemis Tau Cluster.......

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Dec 17 2007, 01:46 PM