Alright, let's begin.
A turian
Anteus-class cruiser is docked in a private zone on the Citadel.
You are all seated in its communications room, waiting for the Council to contact you. In this time, you have properly introduced yourselves to each other. On a mission like this, you can't afford to be a stranger to your teammates. Then a flanged, female voice cuts in through the intercom. It belongs to your turian pilot, Telyl Basilorus.
"Heads up, guys, break's over. Got a transmission from the Council. Patching it through."
Four figures appear on the holographic display at the end of the room; the human, turian, asari and salarian councilors.
"Richards," The asari councilor begins, "I see that you've gathered your team."
"It looks like you're all set," The salarian says next, "Good. We can't afford any delays. You've all been briefed, so we won't take too much of your time."
"Our fleets are still recovering from the siege," The turian spoke, "Now many of our outer colonies are vulnerable to attack. An army of outlaws is the last thing we need right now."
"STG has uncovered some intel on them, but their security is tight. We haven't learned as much as we want to." The salarian frowns. "All we know is that they are scattered all over the Terminus. After analyzing the data collected by their raids, it is likely that when preparations are complete, they will launch a simultaneous assault on several colonies."
"We cannot allow this to happen," The human says. "We've tolerated the Terminus for a very long time, but a full scale invasion is simply too much. We'll be forced to retaliate, and you know that the Terminus governments won't tolerate us barging into their territory." He looks grim. "They will form an alliance, and war will be declared. You're looking at a conflict matching the scale of the Rachni Wars or Krogan Rebellions...possibly greater."
"What we need is a more permanent presence in that region," The asari continues. "That's where you come in. You've been given this ship. It is no
Normandy, but we have ensured that you will blend in with the locals. To them, you'll look like any other mercenary unit or pirate band."
"Plus, it carries more armor and firepower," The human said, "That'll come in handy if you ever run into trouble, but don't attract too much attention." He nodded. "You were hired because you're damned good at what you do. Don't disappoint us, and you'll be rewarded."
"In any case, we know where you should start looking: Omega," The turian said, "Goronak hon'Verool, batarian slaver, former Blue Suns mercenary. He's operating on that station, and we believe he is connected to this army. Richards, we've sent all available information on him to your terminal. Find him. Now," His eyes narrowed. "Any questions?"
You get the feeling the turian councilor doesn't like you much. It wouldn't be wise to call him out on this, though.
Oh, one more thing, your ship needs a name. Can you guys decide on one?
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Topic: Mass Effect RTD: Turn 12 (A Show of Force) (Read 16261 times)