Post by Chishan on Jan 7, 2017 12:38:27 GMT -7
Year 2186
First month of the first epoch
Arrae System
14/14 weapon points utilized
"Geth?"
Of a dozen questions he expected to fall from Monica's mouth, that was not the first one he was ready for. It was almost enough to make him laugh -- it almost did so, by the small smirk that tugged at the side of his lips and the small shake of his head. Monica Belle was a lot of things but she wasn't one to go into a mission without at least some level of preparation. And that meant questions.
"Not as far as we know but then again, they've been giving me less and less information nowadays." Chishan turned his attention to the communicator attached to the Kodiak's operational display. In the dim blue light from the control panels, the man's face was illuminated and colored by the similar hue, save for the shadows that pulled back along his cheekbones. His emerald-tinted eyes flickered to the side momentarily as his hand reached over and pressed down on a few keys to adjust his descent's velocity. But only a moment later did they return to the communicator, where it showed a single line among an azure grid. It was even at the moment but the minute Monica opted to speak up -- and that would be any moment she decided on her next question -- it was warble and warp along with her inflections. Normally Chishan would open up a communication through his omni-tool and simply talk to her via the visual screen but given the lacking parameters of the mission...he wasn't entirely certain the signal could be hacked into and tracked. Last thing he needed was to land and as he opened the door, find dozens of enemies already firing at him.
Not that he hadn't been thrust into that kind of situation before. He just didn't want to repeat it now.
"Well if you weren't so busy banging the drum for equality and hippie-approved love and peace, H.Q. would be less likely to royally fuck you." Monica shot back at him instead, her tone critical and sharp. It caused Chishan's eyes to roll and another shake of his head to pass. It was an argument that had never really found an even ground between himself and Monica -- though she agreed mostly with what he believed, she operated under the belief that such things were better changed by infiltrating and laying seeds from the inside. A position that Chishan had once been in; a place where his words meant something to not only those that worked below him but the administration as a whole. But now...
Deciding the mission was far more important at the moment that tossing jab's at Chishan's way, Monica continued a moment later. Besides, what other force could break through such a complicated system? These prison colonies were no shams; the Alliance loaded them with the best hardware and security measures they could afford."
"Quarian scouting parties have been known to get into a lot of facilities like this. And with all the possible salvage there..."
"Quarians." He could practically hear her mulling it over in her head, like a loom tossing its shuttle back and forth over threads of yarn. Slowly it would help weave the strands of yarn together until it formed something definitive -- very much like what was happening with Monica now. "It's possible. The Migrant Fleet pretty much does whatever it wants at this point to keep their ships limping along. And geth forces haven't come this far into council space since the Citadel battle. Here's my question though; if it is the Quarians, how do you plan on dealing with them?"
"Depends on how they approach me. I'd rather not make this a firefight if I can." Cerberus and Quarian relations weren't in the best place as it was; the last thing Chishan needed was a mission going south and bodies being dropped. "I'll just make sure to approach them as peacefully as possible."
"Yeah and don't tell them you're Cerberus. At least that'll guarantee you won't get shot through the head before they tie you up and question you." More displeasure in her voice. And yet again, he knew exactly the cause for it -- even though she wasted little time in reminding him. "You should have taken me or Apio along. Soloing this is stupid."
"The Toffit can easily get to the facility in record time if anything goes sideways. I'd rather not antagonize if I don't have to."
There was a brief pause before he heard Monica dramatically sigh. "Sometimes I think I liked you better when you were more willing to fight than talk. Remind me to have a chat with the source of your emotional change once we get back from this. Keep an open line." She grumbled before cutting off her communicator.
Chishan watched quietly as the grid in front of him disappeared and he was thrust back into shadows. The soft red light coming off the control panels was barely enough to brighten up the cockpit so it left the pilot, Chishan in this case, nearly encased in darkness. There was a way to boost the illumination but that seemed only useful if multiple people were aboard. Chishan was alone, much to the obvious chagrin of his team. It was a decision he'd made rather on the fly and one he knew would be unpopular between his brother and his brother's wife. But then again, he knew any annoyance she had with it would be turned into a want to stress release and that, in turn, would help Apio out. So honestly, he wasn't at all worried about her being upset with him. He knew his brother would probably thank him for it later.
But going down to this base was risky, even with it being tagged as facile in terms of hazard. Investigate a former penal facility on Gellix where an alarm had been tripped. Why Cerberus was taking on a mission to investigate a former Alliance prison was beyond him and truthfully, caused him to worry a little. Gellix was right on the edge of Inner Council Space but it was still Council space and if something as dangerous as the geth were popping up here...well, what was to prevent them from getting even more bold? He sighed through his nostrils and prayed that his Quarian theory was correct, now more than ever. He could reason with Quarians -- geth were far less likely to talk than shoot him on the spot. As if spurred on by that thought, he released the steering column of the Kodiak with his right hand and reached over to his left arm. His omni-tool instinctively popped on as his fingers found the buttons and began to type furiously into the console. He did a quick check of his equipment to make sure everything was green before he clicked it off and returned his hand back just in time for the sensors to alert him of the approaching structure that was the prison.
The small shuttle's engines screeched loudly as Chishan banked it to the side, slowing its velocity and turning it to approach the rooftop. A quick scan of the surface area showed no hostile forces; in fact, no anomalies popped up within the first three floors. At least there was no execution squad awaiting him. Turning the column, the shuttle settled over a flat piece of rooftop and began to float down towards the surface. Proximity alerts told him just before the vessel shook softly, a sure sign he had made a safe and undamaged landing. His hands flew off the steering column and thrust his fingers onto buttons and switches all along the command console. A low hum passed through the cockpit as he shut down the power and code-locked the controls, to keep anyone from trying to steal the Kodiak why he explored. With all that said and done, he pulled himself out of the chair and walked through the small doorway that led to the sitting area for squadrons. He didn't waste any time looking around at empty area; he pressed green button on the terminal next to the door and released the air-tight locks. As gas hissed out and gears whirred, Chishan reached to his side and pulled off the small rectangle device that was magnetically attached to his hip. It instantly unfolded into his M-11 firearm. Brandished and as prepared as could be, he stood center at the door as it peeled off the side of the Kodiak and revealed the prison's rooftop; empty and unimportant save for the door that clearly led down inside.
With another soft sigh, Chishan stepped out of the ship and into the mission.
First month of the first epoch
Arrae System
14/14 weapon points utilized
"Geth?"
Of a dozen questions he expected to fall from Monica's mouth, that was not the first one he was ready for. It was almost enough to make him laugh -- it almost did so, by the small smirk that tugged at the side of his lips and the small shake of his head. Monica Belle was a lot of things but she wasn't one to go into a mission without at least some level of preparation. And that meant questions.
"Not as far as we know but then again, they've been giving me less and less information nowadays." Chishan turned his attention to the communicator attached to the Kodiak's operational display. In the dim blue light from the control panels, the man's face was illuminated and colored by the similar hue, save for the shadows that pulled back along his cheekbones. His emerald-tinted eyes flickered to the side momentarily as his hand reached over and pressed down on a few keys to adjust his descent's velocity. But only a moment later did they return to the communicator, where it showed a single line among an azure grid. It was even at the moment but the minute Monica opted to speak up -- and that would be any moment she decided on her next question -- it was warble and warp along with her inflections. Normally Chishan would open up a communication through his omni-tool and simply talk to her via the visual screen but given the lacking parameters of the mission...he wasn't entirely certain the signal could be hacked into and tracked. Last thing he needed was to land and as he opened the door, find dozens of enemies already firing at him.
Not that he hadn't been thrust into that kind of situation before. He just didn't want to repeat it now.
"Well if you weren't so busy banging the drum for equality and hippie-approved love and peace, H.Q. would be less likely to royally fuck you." Monica shot back at him instead, her tone critical and sharp. It caused Chishan's eyes to roll and another shake of his head to pass. It was an argument that had never really found an even ground between himself and Monica -- though she agreed mostly with what he believed, she operated under the belief that such things were better changed by infiltrating and laying seeds from the inside. A position that Chishan had once been in; a place where his words meant something to not only those that worked below him but the administration as a whole. But now...
Deciding the mission was far more important at the moment that tossing jab's at Chishan's way, Monica continued a moment later. Besides, what other force could break through such a complicated system? These prison colonies were no shams; the Alliance loaded them with the best hardware and security measures they could afford."
"Quarian scouting parties have been known to get into a lot of facilities like this. And with all the possible salvage there..."
"Quarians." He could practically hear her mulling it over in her head, like a loom tossing its shuttle back and forth over threads of yarn. Slowly it would help weave the strands of yarn together until it formed something definitive -- very much like what was happening with Monica now. "It's possible. The Migrant Fleet pretty much does whatever it wants at this point to keep their ships limping along. And geth forces haven't come this far into council space since the Citadel battle. Here's my question though; if it is the Quarians, how do you plan on dealing with them?"
"Depends on how they approach me. I'd rather not make this a firefight if I can." Cerberus and Quarian relations weren't in the best place as it was; the last thing Chishan needed was a mission going south and bodies being dropped. "I'll just make sure to approach them as peacefully as possible."
"Yeah and don't tell them you're Cerberus. At least that'll guarantee you won't get shot through the head before they tie you up and question you." More displeasure in her voice. And yet again, he knew exactly the cause for it -- even though she wasted little time in reminding him. "You should have taken me or Apio along. Soloing this is stupid."
"The Toffit can easily get to the facility in record time if anything goes sideways. I'd rather not antagonize if I don't have to."
There was a brief pause before he heard Monica dramatically sigh. "Sometimes I think I liked you better when you were more willing to fight than talk. Remind me to have a chat with the source of your emotional change once we get back from this. Keep an open line." She grumbled before cutting off her communicator.
Chishan watched quietly as the grid in front of him disappeared and he was thrust back into shadows. The soft red light coming off the control panels was barely enough to brighten up the cockpit so it left the pilot, Chishan in this case, nearly encased in darkness. There was a way to boost the illumination but that seemed only useful if multiple people were aboard. Chishan was alone, much to the obvious chagrin of his team. It was a decision he'd made rather on the fly and one he knew would be unpopular between his brother and his brother's wife. But then again, he knew any annoyance she had with it would be turned into a want to stress release and that, in turn, would help Apio out. So honestly, he wasn't at all worried about her being upset with him. He knew his brother would probably thank him for it later.
But going down to this base was risky, even with it being tagged as facile in terms of hazard. Investigate a former penal facility on Gellix where an alarm had been tripped. Why Cerberus was taking on a mission to investigate a former Alliance prison was beyond him and truthfully, caused him to worry a little. Gellix was right on the edge of Inner Council Space but it was still Council space and if something as dangerous as the geth were popping up here...well, what was to prevent them from getting even more bold? He sighed through his nostrils and prayed that his Quarian theory was correct, now more than ever. He could reason with Quarians -- geth were far less likely to talk than shoot him on the spot. As if spurred on by that thought, he released the steering column of the Kodiak with his right hand and reached over to his left arm. His omni-tool instinctively popped on as his fingers found the buttons and began to type furiously into the console. He did a quick check of his equipment to make sure everything was green before he clicked it off and returned his hand back just in time for the sensors to alert him of the approaching structure that was the prison.
The small shuttle's engines screeched loudly as Chishan banked it to the side, slowing its velocity and turning it to approach the rooftop. A quick scan of the surface area showed no hostile forces; in fact, no anomalies popped up within the first three floors. At least there was no execution squad awaiting him. Turning the column, the shuttle settled over a flat piece of rooftop and began to float down towards the surface. Proximity alerts told him just before the vessel shook softly, a sure sign he had made a safe and undamaged landing. His hands flew off the steering column and thrust his fingers onto buttons and switches all along the command console. A low hum passed through the cockpit as he shut down the power and code-locked the controls, to keep anyone from trying to steal the Kodiak why he explored. With all that said and done, he pulled himself out of the chair and walked through the small doorway that led to the sitting area for squadrons. He didn't waste any time looking around at empty area; he pressed green button on the terminal next to the door and released the air-tight locks. As gas hissed out and gears whirred, Chishan reached to his side and pulled off the small rectangle device that was magnetically attached to his hip. It instantly unfolded into his M-11 firearm. Brandished and as prepared as could be, he stood center at the door as it peeled off the side of the Kodiak and revealed the prison's rooftop; empty and unimportant save for the door that clearly led down inside.
With another soft sigh, Chishan stepped out of the ship and into the mission.
