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[Caellath]

"Be careful. Cyborg human relations difficult. Humans not as...durable. Will prepare salve for friction burn."

((This medic is very caring and observant. I like him/her.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Our medic is Mordin? O.o)

"Right. You do that if you want, doc. I have other places to be." Jim ticks off a sarcastic salute over his shoulder as he leaves to head back to the main room.

[Tiruin]

(Our medic is Mordin? O.o)

(Glad it wasn't only me who read that in his voice )

[piecewise]

(Our medic is Mordin? O.o)

"Right. You do that if you want, doc. I have other places to be." Jim ticks off a sarcastic salute over his shoulder as he leaves to head back to the main room.

((Not everyone who speaks in a strange way is an alien I thought up his character without Mordin in mind but now that I think about it he is somewhat similar. Oh well. Also we don't have a "main room" per say))

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

[SeriousConcentrate]

(To me the main room is where I was sparring. Also, it wasn't his way of speaking so much as what he said. It just reminded me of the speech he gives Shepard, that's all. ^^^)

[Yoink]

Spoiler: Sheet! (click to show/hide)

Name: Charro Hootzal
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and fairly strongly built, with well-groomed black hair, green eyes, a strong aquiline nose and a rather arrogant air. Has a large adam's apple and soft hands uncalloused by any kind of physical labour. Can play piano.

Personal information: Poor kid, he didn't do anything to deserve this. Born into a life of luxury as the only son of a sector governor, Charro thoroughly enjoyed the first 18 years of his life. The latest VR-game machines, mountains of toys, holo-comics, and later on, the richest girlfriends and the fastest hover cars; nothing was too much for the lad. But if Charro himself, surrounded by a crowd of laughing, well-dressed friends at all times, was indulgent, his father was doubly-so. Governer Garlack Hootzal, an idle, violent-tempered aristocrat, would stop at nothing in his quest for material fulfilment and general debauchery. He scandalized the galaxy for many a year with his wild parties, his drug use and his mistresses, but he overstepped the line when he was found guilty of funding and supporting black markets all across his sector in a breakthrough enquiry by the law enforcement.
Garlack himself was punished by way of a rather creative execution, broadcast live to homes throughout the galaxy, but there was some confusion as to what to do with his son. The Magisters didn't feel quite right executing the boy for his father's misdeeds, and eventually the problem was solved by an up-and-coming Magistral Aide, who boldly suggested that the young man be sent off to join a certain organization just one step off from an execution.
Thus, the Magisters celebrated with champagne and cigars and congratulated themselves on taking care of the whole Hootzal mess, the Aide received a much longed-for promotion, and poor, pampered young Charro was shipped off to join the HMR Corps.

Reason assigned to HMRC: His father's numerous and varied crimes as a sector governor.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 4
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 1
Skills:
Speech: 3
Intuition: 1
Conventional Weapons: 1
Profession:
Grunt: +1 to Auxillary Systems, -1 to Exotic Weapons

Hope this is all okay.

[Ehndras]

DERP.

Alright, here's my gear.

Microwave Psychokinetic Amplifier (3 token? - exotic weapon), Scout Eye ( 1 token? - auxiliary), Coagulant Boosters ( 1 tokens - Meditech).

Psychokinetic Fleshtech combat medic with a penchant for leadership and a fiery ambition, ho!

[Tiruin]

((Have fun with those Scout Eyes, people. I know I did.

Somehow, I have a feeling I should deliver this IC...))

[Caellath]

((Gotta take those Arch-Conservatives down a way or another.
Edit: In case of emergency, use the scout eyes as weapons. It works, Faith's ribs are the living proof of that.))

[piecewise]

Spoiler: Sheet! (click to show/hide)

Name: Charro Hootzal
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and fairly strongly built, with well-groomed black hair, green eyes, a strong aquiline nose and a rather arrogant air. Has a large adam's apple and soft hands uncalloused by any kind of physical labour. Can play piano.

Personal information: Poor kid, he didn't do anything to deserve this. Born into a life of luxury as the only son of a sector governor, Charro thoroughly enjoyed the first 18 years of his life. The latest VR-game machines, mountains of toys, holo-comics, and later on, the richest girlfriends and the fastest hover cars; nothing was too much for the lad. But if Charro himself, surrounded by a crowd of laughing, well-dressed friends at all times, was indulgent, his father was doubly-so. Governer Garlack Hootzal, an idle, violent-tempered aristocrat, would stop at nothing in his quest for material fulfilment and general debauchery. He scandalized the galaxy for many a year with his wild parties, his drug use and his mistresses, but he overstepped the line when he was found guilty of funding and supporting black markets all across his sector in a breakthrough enquiry by the law enforcement.
Garlack himself was punished by way of a rather creative execution, broadcast live to homes throughout the galaxy, but there was some confusion as to what to do with his son. The Magisters didn't feel quite right executing the boy for his father's misdeeds, and eventually the problem was solved by an up-and-coming Magistral Aide, who boldly suggested that the young man be sent off to join a certain organization just one step off from an execution.
Thus, the Magisters celebrated with champagne and cigars and congratulated themselves on taking care of the whole Hootzal mess, the Aide received a much longed-for promotion, and poor, pampered young Charro was shipped off to join the HMR Corps.

Reason assigned to HMRC: His father's numerous and varied crimes as a sector governor.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 4
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 1
Skills:
Speech: 3
Intuition: 1
Conventional Weapons: 1
Profession:
Grunt: +1 to Auxillary Systems, -1 to Exotic Weapons

Hope this is all okay.

Heh, someone who put a large chunk of their points into speech? Oh dear.

DERP.

Alright, here's my gear.

Microwave Psychokinetic Amplifier (3 token? - exotic weapon), Scout Eye ( 1 token? - auxiliary), Coagulant Boosters ( 1 tokens - Meditech).

Psychokinetic Fleshtech combat medic with a penchant for leadership and a fiery ambition, ho!

>Ah, we're finally all here. Time to begin the briefing.

(To me the main room is where I was sparring. Also, it wasn't his way of speaking so much as what he said. It just reminded me of the speech he gives Shepard, that's all. ^^^)

Consider yourself back there.

[Yoink]

Heh, someone who put a large chunk of their points into speech? Oh dear.

If nothing else, I shall chat up that lovely lady in the armory before my inevitable demise.

[TCM]

((Derp, looks like I'm too late. Well, I guess I can still RP with Elisaz wandering around the ship and talking to people.

@GM, or any player that knows: Instead of picking a color, can I just italicize all of Elisaz's speaking?))

[Caellath]

((Derp, looks like I'm too late. Well, I guess I can still RP with Elisaz wandering around the ship and talking to people.

@GM, or any player that knows: Instead of picking a color, can I just italicize all of Elisaz's speaking?))

((There is no need to pick a color. We picked one because we are colorful bastards.))

[piecewise]

Alright  folks, we got a weird one today. Normally I'd just be dropping you on some planet somewhere but, well, pressing circumstances.

Now, about 10 light years from our current location is a planet popularly called “Hephaestus”. Real name is some big string of 15 numbers and something in Latin, so we'll stick with Hephaestus. Anyways, they manufacture a lot of very important things on Hephaestus, a lot of war related things; things like this ship and the weapons you use. As such, the Magistars are very inclined to keep Hephaestus safe.

A while ago the long range defenses on Hephaestus detected something moving toward them at very high speeds. I say “something” because we're not exactly sure what it is. Close as can be determined it's an area of distorted space-time, a pocket of reality where the internal conditions could be radically different from the outer ones. It's origin and purpose, if it has one, is unknown. And the Magistars don't want it anywhere near Hephaestus. Thats where we come in.

You lot are being shot directly into the anomaly with the express purpose of uncovering exactly what it is, bringing back samples of the interior and, if it turns out to be hostile, destroying it. Now, it's only about a dozen meters in diameter on the outside, but what information we have on the inside reveals that it is much larger inside then out. Here's the mapping data we have.


The targets have been marked in red, as usual. I should point out that this isn't a map in the way you would normally think of it, this is a map of distortions, high radiation areas, and other dangerous or anomalous activity. The colors are simply the mapping computers doing their best to make sense of what the scanners are feeding them.When it comes to the actual physical configuration of the things inside, well, we have no idea. All we now is that this object here

Is the greatest point of distortion, and as such the main target. These other points,

Are lesser points of distortion and should be considered secondary targets. You will be dropped in here,

and the shuttle will remain there in order to pick you up. Unlike most missions, you'll be going this one alone, no other teams will be deployed with you.


And, well, there's something else. You may have guessed, but you won't be the first team entering the anomaly. 3 other teams have entered before you and none have come out. Most of them were new recruits but there is one exception.

The holographic display in the center of the room changes to display a rather young and disheveled  looking man with a black eye.

This is  Erik Westling. Or, this was how he looked when he was conscripted.

The screen changes again, this time displaying a clearly robotic head with a ventriloquist dummy like mouth and solid black eyes but otherwise perfect features, like a marble statue come alive.

This is him now. He's survived 7 missions and has a full body prosthesis,not the cheap kind either. He's pure synth-flesh with kinetic amplifiers built into all 4 of his arms and both feet.  We're not sure what happened to him, chances are he's dead, but we're giving you a heads up in case you do happen to see him. He's not an alien. That's about all we can say for sure.

Now, if you have anything you need to do before we go, any questions to ask, any plans to make, do that now. We're going to be putting everyone in stasis for the next few weeks as we make the trip to the anomaly. It's gonna be 20 g's of acceleration or decelerations pretty much the whole way so everyone is going in the tanks till we get there. Once we arrive I want you all out, suited and on the shuttle in 5 minutes? You got me? Good. Dismissed. 

[Tiruin]

((Gulp.

Goodluck all of you.

Perhaps I should've lent my Rifle or Sword to the most dependable one...))