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]

This isn't a long post, even though it's been about a month. I cite lack of commentaries as an excuse, now that I've established (somewhat) the krogan subplot, I can get back to the main characters.
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<<Artemis Tau Cluster/Knossos/Therum
Infiltration Drone- Theta_8301-6372>>

An explosion shook the world around Theta; the synthetic was tossed through the air. It hissed as it stumbled back to its feet, glancing in the direction of the krogan.

The Geth drone spun and scrambled away as the young bull’s shotgun cycled out its waste heat. Theta could hear the other krogans nearby.
The rocky terrain of Therum offered some brief relief, but Theta had realized by now that there was little chance of surviving this operation.

The mission had been rather simple, infiltrate the krogan base and kill the coven of female mistresses of the warlord here.
It hadn’t been difficult to get inside, and overcharge the power grid. The coven was electrocuted and the primary power had gone out; everything had gone wrong since then.

Theta’s synthetic musculature was compromised, that last blast had burned much of it away. The infiltration drone had never felt true agony before, discomfort yes, but not the searing sensations lancing through his form.

It had underestimated the fury of the warlord here, Theta had expected a challenging retaliatory action, but the krogans’ wrath was truly terrible now that he’d felt pain for the first time.
After the females were dead, the surviving krogan had mobilized almost instantaneously. Theta had only finished transmitting his report when the krogan discovered it.

Above the roars and battle cries of the krogan, the erupting volcanoes of Therum shook the sky and earth. Theta spotted one of the warriors in his periphery, then the reptilian alien stalked out of sight.

Infiltration Drone 8301-6372 stared at the starry sky above, either the krogan would find him or power would run out, fate was a cruel mistress indeed.
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Tuhrus scanned the area again; doing his best to ignore the warlord was beside him. He wouldn’t put it past his leader to shoot the next clan-brother to show up if they didn’t find the infernal machine that had killed the coven very shortly.

“It’s somewhere behind those rocks, I watched crawl there with my own eyes.” One of the younger bulls insisted over the comm.
Tuhrus gave a start when the black, grey blur of the warlord stormed past him and over to the ridge the others were referring to. He immediately followed his leader; silent, dutiful submissiveness could save you an unexpected and sudden death when it came to this clan.....

The warlord grabbed the bull’s shoulder and spun him around so their gazes met. “Search those rocks for that synthetic hrakhor; when you find it, you’ll tell me where it is so I can throw its pieces in the d*** lava to burn!”

The bull and many others scrambled up the ridge into the rocky labyrinth. Tuhrus watched silently, not drawing unwanted attention to himself. His effort failed miserably as the warlord turned his way. “When will the others get here? I’m rip them open and sell their organs to a salarian if they don’t get here within two days!”

For the millionth time Tuhrus wished he hadn’t qualified for the warlord’s assistant..... AKA: personal subject of him to vent his spleen. At least he vents everything else on the others; I’m too important to shoot and/or kill for no reason.

He was about to reply when there was a blue flash from atop the ridge, accompanied by a fair amount of cursing and bellowing.
Then the entire ridge ceased to exist with another flash of light and a thunderous shockwave. Tuhrus threw himself against the ashy ground. He squinted through the blinding dust cloud that enveloped him and the warlord.

His helmet kept him from inhaling any potentially harmful micro-shrapnel. From his knowledge of technology and explosives, Tuhrus could guess what had happened. The synthetic drone had used whatever remaining power and its element zero power core to destroy itself and take the unfortunate clan-brothers with it.

As the ash and dust dissipated, Tuhrus picked out some very large pieces of volcanic rock jutting out of the ground that hadn’t been there three minutes ago.
The wonders of element zero... He mused silently; nearly jumping when a booming shotgun report echoed right next to him.

Dragus better get here before the warlord really feels like blowing someone’s head off..... Tuhrus thought grimly, setting a waypoint at his location for the others to rally for the warlord’s inevitable tirade.