"Everyone listen up, we have 5 new recruits that all want to come aboard, this ship can hold as many people as you can find, so all 5 would be preferable." Zach said, swiping on his data pad, 5 pictures appeared on the TV, 2 groups of 2 and one at the bottom, only one group consisted of races he knew. "Lets start with these two, Mason and Anya." he said, zooming in on a blonde haired human and a blue Asari. "Lets state the most important things first, both are lovable psychopaths. Mason tried his best to join the air force when he turned 18, but got turned down due to dubious psych-evaluation scores. He majored in history at Harvard and used his status to start a fake blogging site, which he used as a front for the real operation. He would steal priceless ancient firearms from around the 1880s to the late 2000s, he has a massive stockpile of old world firearms, art and music. Then there's Anya, born and raised in an eastern European city near St. Petersburg, she grew up with mental problems and escaped her abusive parents when she was 18. She moved to the U.S. and also studied at Harvard, in fact, that's how the two met. Cerberus took pity on mason a few years ago and attempted to turn him into a killing machine, they lured him in with the promise of the action he missed when he got kicked out of the air force. What they actually did was rip his limbs off and replace most of him with metal, arms, legs, spine, lungs, heart, anything that couldn't be covered with clothing was replaced. The project was abandoned after Shepard became a Cerberus lap dog, and Anya unfroze him and escaped. They still have the attention of Cerberus and are reportedly hiding out on Thessia. Alright, dismissed." He said, before inhaling deeply and shutting off the TV. "Any questions before you all head out?" Zach asked. "Yeah, how fucked in the head are they?" Wrex asked, beginning to get interested. "Well they'd never hurt a friend, but fuck with their friends, and they will hunt you the fuck down." Zach clarified. "My kind of people." Wrex responded.

Thessia was a bustling metropolis full of beautiful Asari architecture, they flew past beautiful skyscrapers on their way to the docking bay, They made their way to the bar he said to meet at, and entered. It was more of a club, a 2 story club that was dimly lit by black lights on the ceiling. A man sat in a circular booth across from an Asari, his hair was a bleached blonde, with spots of dirty blonde coming through, he wore black cargo pants, shirt, and a short sleeved, hooded, black and dark gray camo jacket, his arms were not concealed to make it obvious who to look for, they were black titanium metal with the joints accented slightly with brass. His Asari counterpart stared intently at Shepard her eyes a deep emerald green, she wore a brown leather jacket and t shirt with the words "Metal Gear Rising: Revengance," on the front. She cautiously beckoned them over as she moved to sit next to Mason.

"You our recruiters?" Mason asked, slightly annoyed as he looked over at Shepard, revealing a nasty scar across his right eyebrow, right above his icy blue eyes almost similar in color to Garrus'. Anya swatted him on the back of the head, "Hey, these might be the only people in the galaxy that don't want our heads, be a bit nicer." She said in a bitter tone while glaring at him. "Guys, listen, we can all be civilized here." Anya said, beckoning the waiter over.

Mason's eyes explored the man with intense focus, attempting to pick out small details with his attire, he noticed that the cufflinks that were normally worn by the wait staff were missing, and there was an outline of a shape in his suit jacket. Shepard noticed Mason's hand traveling inside the left part of his open jacket, where a black leather holster held an old world pistol. It was smaller in size than most pistols now, black steel with slight rose gold accents on the barrel.

"What would you like today?" The waiter said, a sudden movement opening his suit jacket just enough that the brown leather strap of a holster was visible. "Just a refill please." Anya said, picking up a bottle. "Here." She said, before all hell broke loose.

Mason ducked as she whipped the bottle past his head, smashing against the man's face, drawing her pistol almost in sync with Mason. Hers was smaller, shorter, a rounded barrel led into a lengthy suppressor, the grip was a reddish-orange color, with a star engraved on it. They both put a bullet into the waiter, he fell to the floor, causing a large panic. Subtlety has left the room, two people dressed in black suits with sidarms drawn moved in to confront the two. Shepard got up with Tali and Garrus, and stood behind The two recruits as they raised their hands in surrender.

The instant they got close enough, Anya made a grab at the guard's pistol, twisting his arm and throwing the gun to the ground. Mason did the same, grabbing the guard's hair and throwing him face first into the edge of the table, knocking him clean out. Anya fired 2 shots, killing both guards before turning to shepard. "Think this place is looking for new hires, I'm strapped for cash." She said, before moving to the exit.

"So Shepard, they seem like a good fit?" Garrus asked, smirking as they walked. "Yeah, think so."

They found themselves in front of a door to a crappy apartment, the walls smelled of fresh paint and damp carpet, Anya opened the door and offered them a seat.
The room was filed to the brim with rifles, pistols, shotguns, and everything in between. There was a short black gun mounted on the wall, assumedly a submachine gun, which had the word "Nimrod" on a plaque underneath. "What's Nimrod?" Shepard asked inquisitively. "Oh yes, this is an H&K MP5k, I named it Nimrod after operation Nimrod, which was the name given to the siege on the Iranian Embassy in the U.K., where the MP5 first saw professional use in an operation." Mason explained excitedly, taking the gun off the rack and inspecting it for grime.

"You gonna recruit us or not?" Anya asked, racking the bolt on a long wooden rifle and wiping it down with an oiled rag. "I'd say yes, if you can find a place for your collection." Shepard said jokingly. "I already have space for them, if you'll allow me to handle them, I can take them to the Normandy if you'd like." Zach said, appearing once again out of no where. "Fine, but if I find a single scratch on any of my guns, I will personally tear your spine out." Mason said, reluctantly handing him his MP5k. "Perfect." Zach said, snapping his fingers as him and all of the guns disappeared, including the rifle Anya was leaning on, causing her to fall over.

They headed over to the Shuttle, Cortez turned back and looked at the new recruits. "What's with the mask?" He asked, pointing to something on his hip, a small geometric black mask. "Stole it from Cerberus when I ran away from the facility, gives me an ammunition counter for guns that are produced nowadays. Built in compass, rangefinder, some cool stuff, don't wear it much as I don't use guns that are made around now anyways." Mason explained, sitting down in one of the seats.

"Alright, lets get moving, I wanna see if my collection's okay." He said. "OUR, collection." Anya corrected, sitting next to him.

Just for confirmation:

Mason's pistol: 2011 Combat Master

Anya's pistol: Makarov PB

Anya's rifle: Mozin-Nagant

Mason's SMG: MP5k Swordfish conversion kit.