Mass Effect - The Storm

Chapter 1 -The Begining on an Adventure

Things on Arcturus Station were currently boring. THe Alliance Parliament was having yet another debate and voting on the matter, this time it was about asmall change in the Class A uniforms for the entire Alliance military. The changes were nothing drastic but just enough for someone who was looking for differences if one would hold the current and proposed uniforms together. And they were going at this for five hours, no wonder the rest of the galaxy cracks jokes about the damn parliament. Outside the parliament doors on a bench sat two soldiers.

The male looked at his omni-tool and corrected his timing, it had been six hours. Beside him his sister was playing some game on her own omni-tool , he had settled to read some old books that he had downloaded, a whole variety of books called manga and he found them highly entertaining. Still the wait was boring and the bench wasn't the most comfortable and he was debating taking a nap when the doors opened and and the various idiots, sorry, commitee members exited. It took nearly half an hour before the man who wanted to see them was finally able to escape. Hearing his name called from down the hallway, he elbowed his sister to get her attention before standing and he schooled his face into a mask of ignorance while she donned mild curiosity. The man walked up to them quickly and from the look of relief on his face and posture spoke volumes of how grateful he was to get away from the commitee. Stopping in front of the pair, they began to salute when he stopped them and motioned to follow him, though he walked quickly lest he be called back to answer some stupid question he shouldn't have to answer to begin with.

Five minutes later the three of them were in his office, which despite it's size for being on a space station, was seemingly unused aside from the desk he stood in front of and in a far corner was some exercize equipment and a virtual target range. Obviously the man wanted to stay in practice and set an example to the men and women serving under him that they should always maintain their skills.

"Lt. Denko and Itazura, I have a mission for you that may be the last I ever give you should you accept." Admiral Hakkett announces. Itazura's mouth drops in shock while Denko simply raises his eyebrow in a silent gesture for answers. "Five days ago Eden Prime was attacked by geth, led by Saren Artereus. A Prothean beacon was to be covertly picked up by Captain Anderson and Commander Shepard to be delivered to the Citadel for study. In the Specter Nihlus who was evalutating Shepard for a possible Specter position, was killed, much of the colony around the spaceport was destroyed, and the beacon burned a vision into Shepard's mind before it was destroyed. Since that time, the crew of the Normandy arrived at the Citadel and spoke to the Council, Saren has been stripped of his Specter status, and Commander Shepard has become the first human Specter. Shepard has been assigned by the Council to bring Saren to justice and has been given command of the Normandy to complete the mission." Hackett explains in a calm tone. The Lieutenants simply nodded as the man had forwarded the information to them.

"So what is this big mission you have for us, sir?" Denko asks, unable to to foresee any task for them from the intel given so far.

"You've heard of the Coursair's where we hired independent starship captains to carry personel and supplies that would be outside of standard Alliance juristiction. This mission goes further, you will be officially discharged from the Alliance, honorably, but simply given a goal and told to accomplish, much like the Specters and Salarian STG. You'll be givena few "gifts" and a few resources but after that whatever you do is up to you. I've chosen you two because I believe you are the best choices possible for this mission and to not bite us in the ass." The admiral explains.

"Our goal, sir?" Itazura asks before her brother could.

"Simply to get out there and do what you can to disrupt Saren, the Geth, and whatever these Reapers might be." Hackett answers. The man was many things; a brilliant military strategist, an astounding leader, an great soldier himself but he was also blunt and honest with his words, something that most people liked and gave him more respect for.

"Will we need to send reports to you Admiral?" Denko's tone alone tells of the 'joys' of reports.

"No you won't, although if you come across any relevent information I would not mind if you pass it on and in the process I may be able to send you some 'extras' lying around."

Itazura and her brother exchanged glances, they were by no means telepathic or twins that shared a similar though process that resembled a shared mind, but they were siblings and and had always worked well together to survive odds that should have killed them both before joining the Alliance. Itazura was rather short, barely reaching above her brothers shoulder, her build is slight but well conditioned, bright green eyes usually sparkled with mischief, made brighter by her slightly tanned skin and her hair which she liked to keep shoulder length and wild was an interesting mix of blond a red so it had the appearance of fire when she moved.

Denko wasn't the tallest man around, not even reaching six feet in shoes but with two decades of fighting for his life his body was lean and stronger than his size would lead you to believe. Bright blue observant eyes with slightly darker tanned skin than his sister, and spiked blond hair gave him a slightly boyish appearance. Both of them wore the current Class B uniforms, though Denko had a sword strapped to his back. Hackett watched the siblings silent communications and let a basic skill assesment of the two run through his mind as he waited their answer.

Itazura: A Sentinel class, N7, skilled with both biotics and tech, well suited for taking on most enemies without firing a single bullet despite her skill with pistols and decent with a sniper rifle. Her success is due to the fact that no enemy could eve be sure if she was going to use biotics, tech, grenades, or a bullet to stop them, in short- completely unpredictable aside from results will be with her success.

Denko: Infiltrator class, one of the first through the N7 Shadow program, a specialist in close combat- hand to hand and with sword, utilizes a variety of tech attacks, decent with most any weapon he picks up after a short time but skilled with pistols and sniper rifles. Also has a shared knack with Itazura for carrying out seemingly crazy plans and quick thinking to changing circumstances.

"We'll do it, sir!" They announce in unison.

"Excellent, I have a ship, crew, and some supplies ready for you. Grab whatever you think you'll need and can carry, I'll meet you at dock D-3."