Zaara: Man this shit is getting real
Killjoy: You suck
Liara: By the Goddess... We are in for it.
Tali: Calm Down
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(Commando Shiala's flag ship)
Captain Shiala Hozon walked though the halls of her ship as the Commandos under her command and the Krogan Mercenaries prepared to land on Omega. Shiala was one of Matriarch Benezia's Most faithful Commando's. She had trained for well over 40 years to become the most deadly Hand to hand fighter before joning the Faithful of Benezia. She rose though the ranks of Benezia's guard, before becoming the leader of her personal forces. She believed in Benezia's views more then anything else. That was why despite Benezia joining up with Saran, who's views Shiala didn't trust, still followed Benezia because she believed in her.
Shiala walked into the Lab aboard her ship. The lab was large and had several Asari scientist working. Shiala's head Science Officer was her oldest friend Rana Thermoptest. She walked up to her friend who was looking over some type of DNA from the collectors at the request of Saran.
"Amazing! Such a complex, yet simple design for something as diverse as DNA," said Rana excitedly looking into the microscope.
"Having fun Rana?" asked Shiala crossing her arms over her chest.
Rana turned away and gave her old friend a smirk. "I'll say Shiala! This is just the beginning of all the research I could ever hope to have! Along with the Bodies that Saran has promised me. It' enough to make a girl faint," said Rana.
Shiala shuck her head. "Don't sleep on me yet. We still have work to do Rana,"said Shiala.
Rana nodded. "Don't Worry about a thing Shiala. As I promised as a child I believe in you," said Rana.
Shiala shuck her head. "No. Don't believe in me Rana Believe in Lady Benezia," said Shiala.
Rana was about to replay until a Commando walked up to them.
"Captain we are making our final approach to Omega. The fleet will hit the relay in 5 minutes," said the Commando.
Shiala nodded. "Alright. I need to get in contact with the other members of the fleet Command," said Shiala leaving the room.
(Omega- Lower Levels)
Micheal held back a growl as several gangs played around in the lower bars and pubs of Omega. They had heard of the things that went down, but weren't to concerned with anything that happened in the upper levels. If anything they only wanted to get laid, make money, fight, and sniff red sand.
Micheal was here to meet up with a gang leader that had some pull with Aria's Sargent at Arms Anto. Accompanying him was Jack and Grunt. He had allowed Garrus to take Liara and Wrex to the middle levels of Omega to handle up with some of the more organized gangs.
"Great of all the ship we have to deal with we have to deal with the Leader of a two-bit gang," said Micheal.
Jack smirked and draped her arm around her buddy. "I don't know what your bitching about. This is where me and my sisters use to hang out," said Jack.
Grunt let out a deep chuckle. "Knowing you Jack that was mostly drinking and fucking up anyone who pissed you off," said Grunt.
Micheal shuck his head as he saw the bar they were suppose to met the Head of the Low level gangs. The outside of the bar was smaller then it looked. It was a door inside of a rock wall. It was large enough for three Krogans to fit though with ease. The crew walked up to the door. Micheal was actually surprised that there weren't any bouncers or guards.
Jack slapped his back. "Rule 1: down here you start a fight, you end the fight and no one interferes," said Jack as if reading Micheal's mind.
"Experience I take it," stated Micheal.
Jack smirked before pushing the door open. Almost a dozen guns were trained on her in a second. Jack pulled out her At-12, Micheal pulled his tempest, and Grunt drew a Krogan Claymore Shotgun.
"If you don't want this to become a bloodbath I suggest you boys lower your guns," said Jack putting her finger on her trigger.
Everyone laughed at her. Jack growled in the back of her throat. Micheal had learned that Jack didn't like to be laughed at. He knew she was close to blowing up. Micheal drew out his M-5 Phalanx and aimed it in a random direction.
"Who's in charge here?" asked Micheal hoping to avoid a battle here.
"That'd be me. And your in my Club house," came the voice from the back.
Micheal looked and saw who he was talking to. The man he was talking too was a Turain. He stood at 6'5" with black metallic skin, gray eyes, and the right side of his face covered in blue paint. He wore a full set of Turian armor with a Avenger on his back.
"So your the boss of these fuckers here?" asked Micheal.
The Turain male smirked. "Names Hodom. I'm the boss of these... men," said Hodom.
Micheal nodded and took a seat at the table. He signaled Grunt and Jack to stand down. Both were reluctant to do as he said, but he had made it quite clear that the power in the room resided with him at this moment. Hodom sat across from him as some Asari took a seat on his lap as another poured a glass of Turian whiskey.
He picked it up and was about to down it, but topped himself. "You want any buddy. Its some good shit, even if it fucks you insides up," said Hodom.
"Got any blue Kentucky?" asked Micheal.
Hodom snapped his fingers with a smirk. "I like your taste human. So what does one of Aria's soldiers want down here?" asked Hodom.
Micheal picked up the offered glass and took a small sip. "Omega is going to be under attack soon and we need anyone who can handle a gun to fight," said Miceal.
The Asari on his lap smirked. "So the rumors are true. Aria is lossing control of her empire. Maybe that bitch will learn her place," said the Asari.
Micheal didn't show it, but he was frowning on the inside. He understood that the power of Omega had laid with the Pirate Queen for well over 3 centuries. In that time you either became cold and cruel or you became dead. That's how men like Al Capone, Bloody Harry, Henry the VIII, and many more had held power for so long. They became cold, heartless Killers.
"You can speak ill of her all you want to, but with a war coming you'll need a leader like Aria to survive," said Micheal.
Hodom began to laugh as did his people. "You think we need that worn out old slut! If they want to being to war to the lower levels then we'll destroy them," said Hodom.
Micheal sighed at this. "Why do I always get stuck wit the idiots?" asked Micheal silincing the room.
Hodom stood up in rage as his 'girlfriend' moved away. "What did you just call me asshole!?" asked Hodom.
Micheal looked at him as if he was looking at a worm. "I didn't stutter. Your a freaking idiot," Said Micheal.
Hodom pulled his pistol and aimed it at Micheal's head. He was about to pull the trigger he was thrown clear across the room by Jack and her Biotics.
"Please get up and give me a reason you ugly son of a bitch!" begged Jack.
Hodom stood up and grabbed his now broken wrist. "Kill these bitches!" yelled Hodom.
Everyone drew there guns. "Now what a minute!" yelled Micheal stopping everyone. "Are you really going to follow a man that just got his ass kicked! Not only verbally, but physically?" asked Micheal.
Everyone lowered their weapons slightly. "He pays good though," said a Krogan.
Grunt snorted. "Please I've been paid better by the rat on the Citadel," said Grunt.
Hodom glared. "Don't fucking Listen their trying to confuse you!" yelled Hodom.
Micheal looked at him, before drawing his pistol. Jack looked at Micheal and was sure that his eyes was blank and he pulled the trigger. Hodom fell backwards as the bullet pierced his skull making him fall backwards. Micheal then turned to the downed Asari who had talked shit to Micheal.
"Don't ever try to turn game on me. I knew from the start you were the boss here. He was just a boy toy. Your face to keep the boys in line. Get down with Aria or next time i'm leaving this place filled with corpses," said Micheal walking out of the now silent bar with Grunt and Jack.
Grunt was in awe of the human as he had only used a few words to put the fear of Kelross into those weaklings. Urdnot Wrex may be his Clan Brother/ teacher, but Grunt may have just found the most deadly man in the galaxy.
Jack herself was in total shock at how easily Micheal had done what he did. She knew he was a hell of a fighter, but a charismatic speaker too. There was more to the Commander then meets the eye.
(Orbit above Terra Nova- Alliance Outpost Station )
Three figures walked down the Hall to what was to be an important meeting. Lt Commander Kaiden Alanko, XO 1st Lt Jacob Taylor, and 2nd Lt Jimmy 'James' Vega. The three men differed Greatly in not only appearance, but style.
Kaiden was a man of the Military, born and raised to serve his race. He was a frist Generation Biotic born shortly before the End of First Contact. He was tall standing at about 6' even, short black hair cropped to military standers with the forming of a Mohawk, dark brown eyes, wearing Colossus Armor.
Jacob taylor was much the same, But he came from a merchant background. He stood maybe an ich or so taller then Kadian, Black hair, and milk chocolate skin, hair in military Buzz, He wore a black suit with only shoulder armor.
Last came Vega who dwarfed both men by standing at 6'7" and was muscled enough to be mistaken for a Krogan at a distance. His hair was styled in a Mohawk, a light shade of stubble growing in, and a scar across the bottom of his right eye. He wore full Camo Delta Special Ops Armor with a Ammo sash across his chest.
"K-do what did the committee want us for?" asked James.
Kaiden sighed. No matter how many times he told him to call him Kaiden, Alanko, or LT he always got the same answer. It didn't fit. "No clue Vega, but it sound urgent as Admiral Anderson Called us," said kaiden.
"It can't be too bad if he called us," said Jacob.
"Maybe your right there Iceman," said James.
They walked a few more minute in silence before coming to the door where they were to met the committee members. They opened the door, but were quickly surprised to find that it was not a board of committee Members, rather Three of the most Feared and Respected Admirals in History.
Hero of the First Contact war, Admiral David Anderson, Admiral of the fifth fleet Steven Hackett, and Finally Rear Admiral and Flight Commander of the Odin Fighter Squadron Hannah Shepard.
David Anderson was a man approaching the age of 55, his hair was short and showing signs of gray, part of his face showed burns from an Op that went back years ago. He wear the stranded Admiral attire.
If Anderson was Old Steven Hackett was close to ancient at 63, his hair was white and balding at the top, a mustache and a wound that he had received during his service to the Alliance. He wore the same clothes as Anderson.
Hannah Shepard was probably the youngest of the three of them looking more like woman of mid 30's to early 40's then a woman who was suppose to be 53, short, black hair, that had shades of gray in it, ice blue eyes, wearing the squandered Uniform of a soldier rather then a Officer of her standing.
The three younger men Saluted.
"At ease this isn't a formal briefing," said Anderson.
"Sir. If I may why are we here?" asked Alanko.
"The Spooks found got some interesting information from our guys on Omega," said Hannah with a hint of worry in her voice.
The three younger men frowned. They all knew about Aria as had the entire Stealth Fleet. (1) The Stealth Fleet had been made aware that if enough evidence was gathered that Aria was making a play on Earth colonies then they would move in and wipe out the entire Station of Omega.
"Has Aria finally shown her hand?" asked James itching for a fight.
Hackett shuck hi head. "We reviewed Reports that Omega is going to be under attack from a strike Force put together by Saran," said Hackett.
These got the younger men's attention. The Citadel and Alliance both wanted Saran gone, but with him disappearing off the Radar and only attacking smaller Colonies that only had maybe 100'000 people at best the most they could do was have Reaction teams ready.
"Good let those bastards take each other out," said Jacob with venom clear in his voice.
Anderson looked at the younger Man. "It's not as simple as that Commander Shepard is on that Station," said Anderson.
Alanko looked at Anderson. "What? No I don't believe it! The commander would never go there!" said Alanko almost yelling.
"Kaiden it's true. After what happened to...," Hannah Stopped almost unable to speak. "After what happened on Edan Prime Micheal became obsessed with finding Saran. He had to be discharged," said Hannah with great sadness as she had been on the board to decide her son's fate.
"Saran launching an Attack is to big an opportunity to pass up! Saran was always the kin to get his hands dirty. If there's an attack he's going to lead the ground froces," said Anderson..
"Why are you telling us this sir. We can't do anything," said James.
"That's where your wrong. The Stealth Fleet was made for this very reason. The SR-2 Normandy along with the SSV New York and SSV Boston will be sent on a Mission.
"Sir the Mission?" asked Jacob.
"Your Mission is as Follows Retrieve Commander Micheal Shepard at Any Cost,"said Anderson.
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Zaara: Man. I forgot Geth are that fucking tough
Killjoy: You nearly got us killed
Liara: This is why we need an Engineer not a solider or Infiltrator
Killjoy: I don't Care
Liara: This is going to be... Problematic
Zaara: Where the hell is Tali when we need her
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one: Normandy SSV,and SR2 class ships.