Post by Vynx on May 18, 2009 1:00:31 GMT -5
Date: March 31st, 2184 _
Location: Citadel, Widow System, Serpent Nebula; _
Citadel Security Docks, troop transports - 23:49 Hours _
"I don't care that you're not alliance anymore. I care that you're a medic, and we're short on them." Said a human commander to Ros O'Donnell. "I also know that this is sudden, but we need you to go to Chasca. We'll even pay you extra. Are you in, or not?"
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"Extra pay? Huh." Ros crossed his legs, folded his arms and leaned against the wall, his gaze landing on the commanders polished boots as he contemplated the offer. One year ago, he didn’t want anything to do with the alliance and he would have told the man exactly where to put the offer. However, one year ago, after his mothers “death” he felt he had something to prove as well. Things were a little different now. His eyes drifted upwards and were now focused on the commanders’ nametag which read, “Briggs”.
“What kind of ‘extra pay’ are we talking about?” asked Ros, now staring the commander eye to eye, listening intently to what he had to say. He didn’t actually care about the extra pay, he was taking the job regardless. They were already offering more than what he was currently making, he just wanted to see how generous (or desperate) they really were…. and apparently, they were fairly desperate.
“It’s all there in the contract, signed and approved O’Donnell. Like I said, we need medics, Alliance or not.” Briggs handed him the contract. “So, are you in?”
Ros studied the contract, smiled and gave a low chuckle. Well, I don’t have a soft spot for them, but if they want to contract me and pay me this much... I can live with that…
“Commander?”
“Yes?”
“Tell me about Chasca.” Ros looked up at Briggs with a smirk on his face, pulled out a pen, and signed the contract.
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Ros headed to a nearby locker and began removing gear. He set his helmet on the ground for the moment, donning his armor. The next minute was dedicated to stretching and twisting to test its fit and range of motion. With a satisfied grin and nod, Ros pulled out a set of small, tightly packed black trauma bags. They contained medi-gel and all the equipment he would need for field treatment. Their low profile design allowed him to place one low on his back and one on the outside of each thigh just above the knees, with little bulk. He grabbed his helmet, looked it over, and slipped it on to test that the seal and internal computer were working properly. Equipping his pistol and rifle, and headed back to the docks.
There was activity around the transport as it prepped to leave. Wandering over to a railing, he folded his arms and leaned up against it, studying the the citadel. He closed his eyes and relaxed as he soaked in the sounds of activity that were always present on the station.
“You going to miss it?” a voice to his left asked. Opening his eyes, Ros turned to see a man who didn’t look much younger than himself, staring off in the same direction he had been.
“No, not really. It’s a great place, but I’m looking for a change.” said Ros.
He saw the man smile out of the corner of his eye. “So you like combat, huh? Lots of these guys, that’s all they know. Risking their lives to fight. They’ll risk everything to get the job done! You know what I mean? They’re willing to die for…”
Ros turned to face him and cut him off mid sentence “ Look ,” he started, “ I don’t need you going… ” He stopped himself, seeing the expression on the other mans face. He was fairly new, you could see it… “Sorry” he started again, “What’s your name?”
“Hansen. Kyle Hansen”
“How old are you?”
“23”
“Been in combat before?”
“No, but I’m willing to die for….”
Ros cut him off again. “Look, there’s nothing wrong with dieing for a good cause,” he paused, choosing his words with care. “As a medic however… I would prefer it if you make the other side die for their bad cause. I’ve been a medic for the past seven years, and I love saving lives. I’ve seen how skilled some of these soldiers are, and they’re good… However, I’ve had to drag some of them out of hot zones, doing everything I could to save them, and lost them. Often because of unnecessary risk… because they thought they could do it single handed. I hate having people die on me. People get injured no matter what, but I would like it if fewer men tried to be the hero.”
The rookie gave him a curious look and Ros smiled “You’ll do fine Hansen. But fight smart. Smart soldiers live longer. Let’s give ‘em hell, they deserve it.”
A line had now formed outside the transport. “I’m Ros O’Donnell by the way. Come on, you’re sitting next to me.”
Hansen gave a smile as they shook hands. They boarded the transport and Ros went to sleep.
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[Narration] "Terra Clarke..." Said Pallin, looking up. "I have to say, I didn't expect to see you here..."
"We heard you talking earlier." Asked Kyle. "Is there something wrong?"
To this, Ros pulled a facepalm.
"To be honest, it's none of your business, but I guess since you overheard..."
"Council stepping on your toes again, Executor?" Asked Terra.
"They're taking a large number of my men and sending them to that planet." He said. "My men are C-Sec - police officers. Not Military. Yet the Council says that 'Everyone should be able to give of themselves so that galactic stability and organic life can be preserved.' Please."
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Terra's face showed no outward expression, but inside she smirked at the Executor's comment. She knew that most of the officers in C-Sec had some military training and weren't the typical image of police officers."They're more like a small military force than police. They are certainly well armed for the job."
Shaking her head Terra said, "It's not just C-Sec, I've heard that the Council have trying to recruit anyone who has had some military experience. With the Citadel is still recovering from the attack months ago and the Geth now being more aggressive in the Traverce, they are taking what they can get. That's why we're here, to hear how we can protect "galactic stability and such"."
Still, we can do without the romantic idea of saving the galaxy....lovely to say but it's only for those who haven't seen the harsh and blackened life of this universe.
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Ros ran his hand down over his face and rubbed at the stubble on his chin. Thank you Hansen. Way to impress! Kyle was never afraid to speak up though. That’s how Ros had met him in the first place. Kyle had approached him on the docks and struck up conversation. Ros made a mental note to try to keep a close eye on him (along with everybody else) when the bullets started flying. That was the other thing about raw recruits. You never knew what they were going to do in combat and they had a greater injury factor. He turned his attention back to the Executor.
After listening to Terra explain that the Council had been trying to recruit others, Ros spoke up. “She’s right.” He said. “They seem to be taking what they can get. Especially if you’ve got the skills they’re after. I’ve been running as a medic here on Citadel for the past year now. Turns out they’re looking for medics as well.” And yes, we’re here for our pep-talk, he thought to himself, almost saying it out loud. He smirked at that thought. What could you possibly tell a bunch of military men that they hadn’t heard before?
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[Narration] “She’s right.” Said Ros, adding to Terra's comment. “They seem to be taking what they can get. Especially if you’ve got the skills they’re after. I’ve been running as a medic here on Citadel for the past year now. Turns out they’re looking for medics as well.”
To this, the Turian executor seemed slightly irked.
"I knew it." He said. "They're sending you all to that mudball as well. I can tell that some of you are with the Human Alliance, but the rest of you - especially you, Ms. Clarke - how much are they paying you? I'm curious."
"Does it matter?" Asked Terra, raising an eyebrow.
Pallin responded with a slight chuckle.
"I guess I can only assume that it's more than what you're making with your current occupation, Ms. Clarke." He said.
Before anyone could say anything else, Kyle Hansen, the young recruit, raised his hand and decided to take the floor.
"Excuse me Mr. Executor." He began, talking to Pallin. "Before anyone says anything that they might regret, I just want to say that I agree with what you're saying. I think that the council is out of line when they--"
"Look, kid." Spoke the Turian, putting up his hand as he shook his head. "Don't give me that. I've been in this profession long enough to where I know a good liar when I see one, but you're absolutely one of the worst liars I have ever seen."
"I... beg your pardon Sir?" Asked Kyle, a little taken back.
"It's in your eyes." Answered Pallin. "You want to go to Chasca because you're eager to prove yourself. Since that seems to be the case, let me give you some life advice, Mr..."
"Hansen, sir." Replied the soldier. "Private Kyle Hansen."
"Thank you." Said Pallin, nodding his head. "But Mr. Hansen, I suggest you take my advice: believe me when I say that nobody likes a brown-noser. If you think you're going to get ahead in the military - or life in general - by kissing your captain's ass, you're sadly mistaken. If you want to make a name for yourself you have to set yourself apart from others and fight for your own reasons. Do you understand that, kid?"
"I... I think so..." Was all Hansen could say as he just looked at the ground.
After putting the recruit in his place, Pallin turned towards Terra.
"Now I'm a busy man Ms. Clarke." He said, crossing his arms again. "Are we done here?"
"I guess we are." Said Terra, matter-of-factly.
"very well then." Said Pallin, nodding his head. "If you will excuse me."
Terra and Ros nodded back, with the crew parting down the middle so the Executor could get through. He slowly walked past, but stopped when he was shoulder-to-shoulder with Terra.
"...Watch over my men." He said lowly. "Try not to get yourselves killed out there. You got that?"
Responding with a smirk, Terra nodded, triggering a similar response from the rigid Turian. Apparently slightly satisfied, Executor Pallin proceeded towards the elevator.
"The meeting's probably starting soon." Said Briggs. "Let's get up there."
As the group continued to ascend the stairs into the council chambers, everyone could not help but notice the breathtaking scenery.
"Man... this is beautiful." Said Kyle with admiration as he walked up the stairs. "They don't have trees like this back on Earth."
"Of course we don't." Said Terry. "Those trees were flown in from Thessia. They're a pretty rare species."
"You wonder how much money goes into maintaining this one area." Added Mat.
"I can imagine that its more money than we've ever seen." Said Erin.
"With all the time they put into this place, you'd think they'd let us common folk see it more often." Said Briggs. "Take it in kiddies. This is probably the only time you'll see this place in your life."
"Let's move it." Said Ros. "The meeting's already started."
The team walks up the final flight of stairs, meeting up with the other soldiers who they had waited in line behind just a short while ago. After weaving through a crowd of fellow soldiers from all species and all walks of life, Ros, Terra, and Co. got situated just in time to hear the beginning of the Asari councilor's speech.
Despite being in the middle of a large crowd of people, Ros, Terra, and Co. have a very good view of the Council. All four members are standing majestically together, addressing the congregation of armed people directly. Of course, the Asari Councilor was the first to speak up.
"As I am sure you all know," Began the Asari, with her calm, reassuring voice, "We are experiencing a problem of galactic proportions."
"And that is not an exaggeration." Added the Salarian.
"As if the assault on the Citadel - our home - some months ago was not enough," Said the Turian. "The Geth have continued to provide a constant threat to the safety of our colonies and loved ones."
"The attack last year was only the beginning." Said Captain Anderson. "That was the first battle of what is sure to turn into an all-out war. And if we do not act now, we fear that the only result will be greater loss of life, and more damage to our well-being as organic life-forms."
"Their 'humility' is killing me." Said Terra as she shook her head.
"Our forces have still not yet completely recovered from last year's surprise attack on the Citadel." Said the Asari.
"And that is why we, the Citadel Council, are in need of your assistance." Added the Salarian.
"As citizens of Citadel Space, you all know that the four of us have worked tirelessly to ensure your safety, your health, and your right to life - but we are not so prideful that we consider ourselves above requesting help." Said Anderson. "All that is needed for evil to exist is for good people to do nothing."
"And that's where we come in." Said Ros to Erin under his breath.
"The Geth have constantly threatened the security of Citadel Space," Continued the Asari, "and in order to protect Galactic Stability, we request that you all attempt to pitch in and do your part to protect the future possibility of peace, and life for organic beings yet to come."
"Many of you have skills that our current forces are lacking." Added Anderson. "Some of you are marksmen, some of you pilots, others experts in the medicinal arts."
"Regardless of your skills," Continued the Turian. "All of you contribute a unique piece to a greater whole. It is our hope that you may use your unique piece so that the whole may prosper."
"It is up to you all." Said the Salarian. "All it takes is one life to turn the tide of a battle. You all will board a transport and touch down on Chasca. Those of you who have been enlisted for help, we are aware that you had other commitments at the time of our contact with you. I wish to dispel any rumors by stating here and now that you will all be compensated amply for your troubles."
"If the Geth don't rip our heads off first..." Remarked Fred to his comrade.
We received word a few hours ago that an elite Turian scout unit was rescued from Geth territory. The unit was successfully brought back to Citadel territory, but we feel that the Geth will mount a retaliatory strike soon." Said the Salarian.
"We are... humbled to know that so many of you have responded to this call to arms, despite the short notice," added the Turian. "and we will not forget this favor that you have granted us today. We--"
"I have just one question!" Came a random voice from the crowd. The voice was human, and completely cut off the councilor. Despite the outburst, the Councilor continued anyway.
"We want to--"
"You have a question Councilor." Said the Asari firmly in response. "I believe it would be rude of you to not answer."
"...Very well." Said The Turian with a sigh. "I will take your question. What is your concern?"
"What is this place you're sending us to?" Asked the human, "And why are we expected to fight and die for it?"
This question triggered various nods and words of agreement from the crowd. The Turian Councilor was prepared for such a question, and spoke the truth.
"Chasca is a planet claimed by the humans for colonization." He said. "We have reason to believe that the Geth are attempting to render the planet uninhabitable. We want to stop the Geth before they can perform such an atrocity. If they are allowed to succeed in doing such a thing to Chasca, what is there to stop them from attempting the same thing on another world? Perhaps one that is already home to a thriving colony, or greater?"
"Such a possibility is the reason why we want to do this - we want to stop the Geth now, before this gets any worse." Added the Asari. "This entire situation, as we are sure you are all well aware of, has escalated very quickly. Given our situation, we believe that it is time for us to put our foot down, as organic beings united in resistance."
"Well why ask for our help then?" Came another voice, this one Turian. "With all due respect Councilors: why not send the rest of the fleet in? Where is the Ascension? Where are the Spectres?"
"...Our fleet... is very tied up at the moment." Said the Salarian. "We are sure that you know that we are still in the process of recovering from the attempted siege of the Citadel from last year."
"That, and many other divisions are busy protecting the other reaches of Citadel Space." Continued the Asari. "The Geth are a crucial threat yes, but that does not mean that we should neglect everything else."
"Well then how can you pay us if all of your money is going into fleet repairs?" Asked a Salarian voice.
"I'd bet the Volus wouldn't like their taxes getting hiked so that they can pay a bunch of mercs!" Added a Human.
"This one most humbly agrees!" Came one more voice. "It is also too humble to suggest that the Council is--"
"Order please!" Said the Asari Councilor "Order in this chamber!"
After sounding a short alarm to instigate silence, the Asari continued.
"These are all very good questions." She said, "But we feel that there is no need for any of you to worry about such technicalities--"
"Well I for one would like to know where my compensation will be coming from!" Said another Human. "If those Geth kill me out there, I want to know that my family will get the money that you say is coming to me."
The human's comment once again triggered assents and agreements from the others.
"Yeah!" Added yet another Human. "And if I live, I don't want to have to wait 25 years for it!"
The room flared up in noise again. The alarm was sounded several more times, this time by Captain Anderson, until the room was brought back to silence. Once the room was quiet again, Anderson began before anyone could cut him off."
"I know that you all have questions," he began, "Questions that you are unable to answer; but I want to assure you all that you, or if need be your families, will receive this compensation one way or another. I promise that I will see to it. You humans all know me, and the rest of you know these Councilors even better. We will get you your money, and I want to tell you that your payment is not a concern. Regardless, monetary matters aside, with the remainder of our fleets either at the other edge of the galaxy or undergoing repairs, enlisting help is the only thing we can do in order to meet the Geth force now stationed at Chasca! I know this may be wrong to some of you, but we need your help - I need your help! I ask for your assistance not as a human; not as a Councilor, but as an organic being that lost friends, comrades, and loved ones in the attack last year. The Geth wish nothing more than to exterminate organic life: and I will be damned if I let such a reality happen! With our fleets still reeling from the assault on the Citadel last year, or choices are limited."
The room remained silent; there were no questions.
"That is the honest truth." He said.
The silence persisted. The other Councilors continued to look ahead, obviously a little angered at Anderson's pleading. Still, Anderson's humble approach seemed to work, as the murmurs of doubt and discontent were finally brought to a stop.
"If any of you do not wish to put your lives on the line for this cause," said Anderson. "Say so now. I will not hold it against any of you if you don't feel that this is your fight. But I just want you - all of you - to be aware of what is going on. If you don't want to go to Chasca, you may leave now. Go ahead!"
No one budged.
"Thank you all." Said Anderson after a pause. "I know that this may be tough, and that you are all taking a risk, but I want you all to know that we appreciate it. So thank you, and Godspeed."
The council waited for a few seconds longer, just to see if there were any more questions or objections. When it became obvious that there were none, the Asari councilor ended the audience.
"We all want to wish you good luck." She said. "The future of organic civilization may very well be resting on your shoulders."
Cliche or not, she was telling the truth. She paused again.
"This meeting of the Citadel Council, is adjourned." She finished. "Thank you all for your time."
After her decision to adjourn was announced, the council exited to their chambers amidst applause and comments of assent. For most of those involved, the entire experience seemed, for lack of better words, surreal. The next hour seemed to fly by: as the enlisted troops and mercenaries were promptly loaded onto troop transports and shipped off to the Matano System.
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Terra sat in her seat in the transport going over what happened during the Meeting. It went over like she thought it would, the councilors going on about Galactic stability, people arguing up in arms about where they were going, talking about payment afterwards. With the situation going away with itself, she didn't expect for Captain Anderson to take charge of the meeting like that.
It wasn't like she didn't like Captain Anderson, quite the opposite in fact. She was after all part of the alliance and knew the merits of Captain Anderson and respected the Captain for it. It just that she didn't think that the Captain fit for the council. From what she knew, he liked to take in all the viewpoints of the situation, holding back for the better solution. All well and good, but for leaders, they don't really have that luxury, there are times that you need to act fast or else others pay for it.....
"Hmm...He seems like he's fit for the job....I wonder how long that will last...." She muttered under her breath.
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[Narration] Ros, Terra, and Co, were sitting quietly inside the troop transport, no one saying a word. It was obvious that the battle was about to begin, but no one wanted to start a conversation with anyone else. The ride was quick, and as the ship neared its destination, the captain of the ship relayed them with a message:
"The Geth have started to advance!" He said. "Have everything ready for when we land; we're going in hot!
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Ros was seated next to Kyle and Erin. He took the time to glance around at the different faces filling the crowd. I swear I heard a Hanaar at the meeting… Do they even believe in aggressive behavior? He thought to himself briefly.
The ships captain chimed in. "The Geth have started to advance!" He said. "Have everything ready for when we land; we're going in hot!”
Ros slid his helmet on over his head and began checking that everything was in order. Briggs could be heard shouting to a couple others. The silence inside the transport had gone from quiet anticipation to the sounds of com checks and unit sound-offs.
“Hansen, how ya feeling?” Ros asked as he pulled his Crossfire AR off his back.
“Little bit of everything, sir” Hansen responded.
“I’m not your superior.” Ros chuckled. “I’m not even alliance anymore. No need for sir. How’s your gear checkout?”
Hansen did a quick inventory and gave a thumbs up. “Good.”
Briggs yelled over to them. “Hey! You ready over there?” Everyone gave a confirmation. “Good. Hansen, stay close and remember your training! ”
Ros linked his com up with the team and out of habit, started checking everyone’s vitals. Alright everybody looks good. He thought. Now as long as I can remember how to shoot and dodge, I’ll be fine.
“You still got any combat skill Ros?” Erin asked. She was busy checking her sniper rifle.
“We’ll find out in a moment. I hope so.” He wasn’t going to lie. He hadn’t seen combat in a year and wasn’t sure how things would turn out. “You cover my ass, I’ll cover yours?”
“Just like old times. You got it.” Erin looked up with a grin and nodded her head.
“Keep your heads down people. Don’t do anything stupid. Or at least keep it to a minimum.” Ros said over the com channel.
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"Lovely, one second into the mission and already in battle." She thought.
Terra calibrated her omni-tool to monitor her squad vitals and brought out her rifle. Her helmet hud loaded up, she ran up to squad ready. Loading her ammo, Terra takes up the rear as the battle starts.
"...so many Targets...perfect."
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[Ros] “LZ is hot! Heavy weapon activity all over… We’ll be groundside in 3 minutes.” The pilot reported. It hadn’t taken them long to get here. The noise within had become dull as anticipation had taken hold again. Small chatter could be heard here and there throughout the transport. Bradley seemed to be enjoying himself making small talk with Williams at the moment. The rest of the squad seemed quiet as they waited for landing.
“Two minutes” said the pilot.
The next two minutes passed quickly as the transport made a quick pass around the base and set down.
“Three, two, one. Groundside! Everybody out! Welcome to Chasca.” At the captains words, everybody got up and headed for the ramps. Ros left the ship behind Williams, towards the rear of the squad. Raising his gun and pulling it in snug to his shoulder, he rushed from the transport into the outdoors. They were already taking fire, but so far, no casualties.
“Find some cover and secure this position! Stick close. Go!” Briggs commanded. Ros ran to some nearby cover and ducked down behind it. A second later he felt a hand push up against him as someone else came to a stop. Craning his head around, he saw that Erin had slid in behind him. Taking a moment to see where the rest of the squad members were. He heard Erin pop off two quick rounds from her sniper rifle. Similar fire could be heard from other units around the base. Nearby, Briggs and Hansen began opening fire.
“Don’t expose more than you need to!”Briggs shouted at Hansen. “Pay attention!”
Ros leaned around a corner, found a target and fired at the approaching Geth. His first few bursts were wide.
“Ya missed.” Said Erin.
“Thanks, I hadn’t noticed.” Ros responded. There was a touch of frustration on his face. He slipped around and fired again… still off. Closing his eyes for a moment, he thought to himself. Relax. Don’t rush it. Make your shots count. He shouldered his rifle again and leaned out. Erin dropped a trooper as he did. Lining up his sights he pulled the trigger releasing a burst into the chest of a trooper. It staggered backwards as its shields gave way allowing for shot from Erin that dropped it for good. Satisfied, Ros pulled himself back behind the cover as bullets dug up the ground next to him.
“Out of curiosity, who else do we have with medical skills? We’ll need it.” Ros asked over the squads channel. We will definitely need it. With that thought he looked out and opened fire again.
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"I'm a fully trained medic Ros" Terra responed.
Finding a suitable location for sniping near some chest high walls of ruble, Terra crouched behind and brought out her rifle. Safely behind cover, she signaled the team. "This is Clarke, I'm in position for sniping and ready to give support." Receiving the affirmitive, Terra brought her rifle up and started to unload slug after slug into the Geth.
"This is endless, one would go down and another would take it's place. Locating the ones with the heavy ordince were easy, the red armor makes them a blazing target. The tall ones however were a different story, they seem to take alot of shots before they could come down. What is driving them?
It's as if the Geth have declared war on anything that's living....
Checking her HUD to update the status on her squad, Terra did a quick look of her surroundings and saw a huge white Geth rushing towards some Turians (Vynx). Quickly thinking, Terra brought our her omni tool and sent a Sabotage tech mine directly towards the Prime. The mine detonated, crippling the shields around it partly, but not enough. Terra then fliped a switch on her rifle, charging it up for one all powerful shot (Master Assassination). Time seemed to slow for her as she lined up her sights on the Geth's leg. She pulled the trigger, sending the slug flying out of the gun and into the Prime Geth, going through it's shields and into it's Leg. Caught off guard by the slug, the Geth fell and crashed into the dirt.
"I guess that Scram Rail does add a bit of a punch" She said as sat behind cover waiting for her rifle to cool down.
Location: Citadel, Widow System, Serpent Nebula; _
Citadel Security Docks, troop transports - 23:49 Hours _
"I don't care that you're not alliance anymore. I care that you're a medic, and we're short on them." Said a human commander to Ros O'Donnell. "I also know that this is sudden, but we need you to go to Chasca. We'll even pay you extra. Are you in, or not?"
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"Extra pay? Huh." Ros crossed his legs, folded his arms and leaned against the wall, his gaze landing on the commanders polished boots as he contemplated the offer. One year ago, he didn’t want anything to do with the alliance and he would have told the man exactly where to put the offer. However, one year ago, after his mothers “death” he felt he had something to prove as well. Things were a little different now. His eyes drifted upwards and were now focused on the commanders’ nametag which read, “Briggs”.
“What kind of ‘extra pay’ are we talking about?” asked Ros, now staring the commander eye to eye, listening intently to what he had to say. He didn’t actually care about the extra pay, he was taking the job regardless. They were already offering more than what he was currently making, he just wanted to see how generous (or desperate) they really were…. and apparently, they were fairly desperate.
“It’s all there in the contract, signed and approved O’Donnell. Like I said, we need medics, Alliance or not.” Briggs handed him the contract. “So, are you in?”
Ros studied the contract, smiled and gave a low chuckle. Well, I don’t have a soft spot for them, but if they want to contract me and pay me this much... I can live with that…
“Commander?”
“Yes?”
“Tell me about Chasca.” Ros looked up at Briggs with a smirk on his face, pulled out a pen, and signed the contract.
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Ros headed to a nearby locker and began removing gear. He set his helmet on the ground for the moment, donning his armor. The next minute was dedicated to stretching and twisting to test its fit and range of motion. With a satisfied grin and nod, Ros pulled out a set of small, tightly packed black trauma bags. They contained medi-gel and all the equipment he would need for field treatment. Their low profile design allowed him to place one low on his back and one on the outside of each thigh just above the knees, with little bulk. He grabbed his helmet, looked it over, and slipped it on to test that the seal and internal computer were working properly. Equipping his pistol and rifle, and headed back to the docks.
There was activity around the transport as it prepped to leave. Wandering over to a railing, he folded his arms and leaned up against it, studying the the citadel. He closed his eyes and relaxed as he soaked in the sounds of activity that were always present on the station.
“You going to miss it?” a voice to his left asked. Opening his eyes, Ros turned to see a man who didn’t look much younger than himself, staring off in the same direction he had been.
“No, not really. It’s a great place, but I’m looking for a change.” said Ros.
He saw the man smile out of the corner of his eye. “So you like combat, huh? Lots of these guys, that’s all they know. Risking their lives to fight. They’ll risk everything to get the job done! You know what I mean? They’re willing to die for…”
Ros turned to face him and cut him off mid sentence “ Look ,” he started, “ I don’t need you going… ” He stopped himself, seeing the expression on the other mans face. He was fairly new, you could see it… “Sorry” he started again, “What’s your name?”
“Hansen. Kyle Hansen”
“How old are you?”
“23”
“Been in combat before?”
“No, but I’m willing to die for….”
Ros cut him off again. “Look, there’s nothing wrong with dieing for a good cause,” he paused, choosing his words with care. “As a medic however… I would prefer it if you make the other side die for their bad cause. I’ve been a medic for the past seven years, and I love saving lives. I’ve seen how skilled some of these soldiers are, and they’re good… However, I’ve had to drag some of them out of hot zones, doing everything I could to save them, and lost them. Often because of unnecessary risk… because they thought they could do it single handed. I hate having people die on me. People get injured no matter what, but I would like it if fewer men tried to be the hero.”
The rookie gave him a curious look and Ros smiled “You’ll do fine Hansen. But fight smart. Smart soldiers live longer. Let’s give ‘em hell, they deserve it.”
A line had now formed outside the transport. “I’m Ros O’Donnell by the way. Come on, you’re sitting next to me.”
Hansen gave a smile as they shook hands. They boarded the transport and Ros went to sleep.
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[Narration] "Terra Clarke..." Said Pallin, looking up. "I have to say, I didn't expect to see you here..."
"We heard you talking earlier." Asked Kyle. "Is there something wrong?"
To this, Ros pulled a facepalm.
"To be honest, it's none of your business, but I guess since you overheard..."
"Council stepping on your toes again, Executor?" Asked Terra.
"They're taking a large number of my men and sending them to that planet." He said. "My men are C-Sec - police officers. Not Military. Yet the Council says that 'Everyone should be able to give of themselves so that galactic stability and organic life can be preserved.' Please."
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Terra's face showed no outward expression, but inside she smirked at the Executor's comment. She knew that most of the officers in C-Sec had some military training and weren't the typical image of police officers."They're more like a small military force than police. They are certainly well armed for the job."
Shaking her head Terra said, "It's not just C-Sec, I've heard that the Council have trying to recruit anyone who has had some military experience. With the Citadel is still recovering from the attack months ago and the Geth now being more aggressive in the Traverce, they are taking what they can get. That's why we're here, to hear how we can protect "galactic stability and such"."
Still, we can do without the romantic idea of saving the galaxy....lovely to say but it's only for those who haven't seen the harsh and blackened life of this universe.
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Ros ran his hand down over his face and rubbed at the stubble on his chin. Thank you Hansen. Way to impress! Kyle was never afraid to speak up though. That’s how Ros had met him in the first place. Kyle had approached him on the docks and struck up conversation. Ros made a mental note to try to keep a close eye on him (along with everybody else) when the bullets started flying. That was the other thing about raw recruits. You never knew what they were going to do in combat and they had a greater injury factor. He turned his attention back to the Executor.
After listening to Terra explain that the Council had been trying to recruit others, Ros spoke up. “She’s right.” He said. “They seem to be taking what they can get. Especially if you’ve got the skills they’re after. I’ve been running as a medic here on Citadel for the past year now. Turns out they’re looking for medics as well.” And yes, we’re here for our pep-talk, he thought to himself, almost saying it out loud. He smirked at that thought. What could you possibly tell a bunch of military men that they hadn’t heard before?
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[Narration] “She’s right.” Said Ros, adding to Terra's comment. “They seem to be taking what they can get. Especially if you’ve got the skills they’re after. I’ve been running as a medic here on Citadel for the past year now. Turns out they’re looking for medics as well.”
To this, the Turian executor seemed slightly irked.
"I knew it." He said. "They're sending you all to that mudball as well. I can tell that some of you are with the Human Alliance, but the rest of you - especially you, Ms. Clarke - how much are they paying you? I'm curious."
"Does it matter?" Asked Terra, raising an eyebrow.
Pallin responded with a slight chuckle.
"I guess I can only assume that it's more than what you're making with your current occupation, Ms. Clarke." He said.
Before anyone could say anything else, Kyle Hansen, the young recruit, raised his hand and decided to take the floor.
"Excuse me Mr. Executor." He began, talking to Pallin. "Before anyone says anything that they might regret, I just want to say that I agree with what you're saying. I think that the council is out of line when they--"
"Look, kid." Spoke the Turian, putting up his hand as he shook his head. "Don't give me that. I've been in this profession long enough to where I know a good liar when I see one, but you're absolutely one of the worst liars I have ever seen."
"I... beg your pardon Sir?" Asked Kyle, a little taken back.
"It's in your eyes." Answered Pallin. "You want to go to Chasca because you're eager to prove yourself. Since that seems to be the case, let me give you some life advice, Mr..."
"Hansen, sir." Replied the soldier. "Private Kyle Hansen."
"Thank you." Said Pallin, nodding his head. "But Mr. Hansen, I suggest you take my advice: believe me when I say that nobody likes a brown-noser. If you think you're going to get ahead in the military - or life in general - by kissing your captain's ass, you're sadly mistaken. If you want to make a name for yourself you have to set yourself apart from others and fight for your own reasons. Do you understand that, kid?"
"I... I think so..." Was all Hansen could say as he just looked at the ground.
After putting the recruit in his place, Pallin turned towards Terra.
"Now I'm a busy man Ms. Clarke." He said, crossing his arms again. "Are we done here?"
"I guess we are." Said Terra, matter-of-factly.
"very well then." Said Pallin, nodding his head. "If you will excuse me."
Terra and Ros nodded back, with the crew parting down the middle so the Executor could get through. He slowly walked past, but stopped when he was shoulder-to-shoulder with Terra.
"...Watch over my men." He said lowly. "Try not to get yourselves killed out there. You got that?"
Responding with a smirk, Terra nodded, triggering a similar response from the rigid Turian. Apparently slightly satisfied, Executor Pallin proceeded towards the elevator.
"The meeting's probably starting soon." Said Briggs. "Let's get up there."
As the group continued to ascend the stairs into the council chambers, everyone could not help but notice the breathtaking scenery.
"Man... this is beautiful." Said Kyle with admiration as he walked up the stairs. "They don't have trees like this back on Earth."
"Of course we don't." Said Terry. "Those trees were flown in from Thessia. They're a pretty rare species."
"You wonder how much money goes into maintaining this one area." Added Mat.
"I can imagine that its more money than we've ever seen." Said Erin.
"With all the time they put into this place, you'd think they'd let us common folk see it more often." Said Briggs. "Take it in kiddies. This is probably the only time you'll see this place in your life."
"Let's move it." Said Ros. "The meeting's already started."
The team walks up the final flight of stairs, meeting up with the other soldiers who they had waited in line behind just a short while ago. After weaving through a crowd of fellow soldiers from all species and all walks of life, Ros, Terra, and Co. got situated just in time to hear the beginning of the Asari councilor's speech.
Despite being in the middle of a large crowd of people, Ros, Terra, and Co. have a very good view of the Council. All four members are standing majestically together, addressing the congregation of armed people directly. Of course, the Asari Councilor was the first to speak up.
"As I am sure you all know," Began the Asari, with her calm, reassuring voice, "We are experiencing a problem of galactic proportions."
"And that is not an exaggeration." Added the Salarian.
"As if the assault on the Citadel - our home - some months ago was not enough," Said the Turian. "The Geth have continued to provide a constant threat to the safety of our colonies and loved ones."
"The attack last year was only the beginning." Said Captain Anderson. "That was the first battle of what is sure to turn into an all-out war. And if we do not act now, we fear that the only result will be greater loss of life, and more damage to our well-being as organic life-forms."
"Their 'humility' is killing me." Said Terra as she shook her head.
"Our forces have still not yet completely recovered from last year's surprise attack on the Citadel." Said the Asari.
"And that is why we, the Citadel Council, are in need of your assistance." Added the Salarian.
"As citizens of Citadel Space, you all know that the four of us have worked tirelessly to ensure your safety, your health, and your right to life - but we are not so prideful that we consider ourselves above requesting help." Said Anderson. "All that is needed for evil to exist is for good people to do nothing."
"And that's where we come in." Said Ros to Erin under his breath.
"The Geth have constantly threatened the security of Citadel Space," Continued the Asari, "and in order to protect Galactic Stability, we request that you all attempt to pitch in and do your part to protect the future possibility of peace, and life for organic beings yet to come."
"Many of you have skills that our current forces are lacking." Added Anderson. "Some of you are marksmen, some of you pilots, others experts in the medicinal arts."
"Regardless of your skills," Continued the Turian. "All of you contribute a unique piece to a greater whole. It is our hope that you may use your unique piece so that the whole may prosper."
"It is up to you all." Said the Salarian. "All it takes is one life to turn the tide of a battle. You all will board a transport and touch down on Chasca. Those of you who have been enlisted for help, we are aware that you had other commitments at the time of our contact with you. I wish to dispel any rumors by stating here and now that you will all be compensated amply for your troubles."
"If the Geth don't rip our heads off first..." Remarked Fred to his comrade.
We received word a few hours ago that an elite Turian scout unit was rescued from Geth territory. The unit was successfully brought back to Citadel territory, but we feel that the Geth will mount a retaliatory strike soon." Said the Salarian.
"We are... humbled to know that so many of you have responded to this call to arms, despite the short notice," added the Turian. "and we will not forget this favor that you have granted us today. We--"
"I have just one question!" Came a random voice from the crowd. The voice was human, and completely cut off the councilor. Despite the outburst, the Councilor continued anyway.
"We want to--"
"You have a question Councilor." Said the Asari firmly in response. "I believe it would be rude of you to not answer."
"...Very well." Said The Turian with a sigh. "I will take your question. What is your concern?"
"What is this place you're sending us to?" Asked the human, "And why are we expected to fight and die for it?"
This question triggered various nods and words of agreement from the crowd. The Turian Councilor was prepared for such a question, and spoke the truth.
"Chasca is a planet claimed by the humans for colonization." He said. "We have reason to believe that the Geth are attempting to render the planet uninhabitable. We want to stop the Geth before they can perform such an atrocity. If they are allowed to succeed in doing such a thing to Chasca, what is there to stop them from attempting the same thing on another world? Perhaps one that is already home to a thriving colony, or greater?"
"Such a possibility is the reason why we want to do this - we want to stop the Geth now, before this gets any worse." Added the Asari. "This entire situation, as we are sure you are all well aware of, has escalated very quickly. Given our situation, we believe that it is time for us to put our foot down, as organic beings united in resistance."
"Well why ask for our help then?" Came another voice, this one Turian. "With all due respect Councilors: why not send the rest of the fleet in? Where is the Ascension? Where are the Spectres?"
"...Our fleet... is very tied up at the moment." Said the Salarian. "We are sure that you know that we are still in the process of recovering from the attempted siege of the Citadel from last year."
"That, and many other divisions are busy protecting the other reaches of Citadel Space." Continued the Asari. "The Geth are a crucial threat yes, but that does not mean that we should neglect everything else."
"Well then how can you pay us if all of your money is going into fleet repairs?" Asked a Salarian voice.
"I'd bet the Volus wouldn't like their taxes getting hiked so that they can pay a bunch of mercs!" Added a Human.
"This one most humbly agrees!" Came one more voice. "It is also too humble to suggest that the Council is--"
"Order please!" Said the Asari Councilor "Order in this chamber!"
After sounding a short alarm to instigate silence, the Asari continued.
"These are all very good questions." She said, "But we feel that there is no need for any of you to worry about such technicalities--"
"Well I for one would like to know where my compensation will be coming from!" Said another Human. "If those Geth kill me out there, I want to know that my family will get the money that you say is coming to me."
The human's comment once again triggered assents and agreements from the others.
"Yeah!" Added yet another Human. "And if I live, I don't want to have to wait 25 years for it!"
The room flared up in noise again. The alarm was sounded several more times, this time by Captain Anderson, until the room was brought back to silence. Once the room was quiet again, Anderson began before anyone could cut him off."
"I know that you all have questions," he began, "Questions that you are unable to answer; but I want to assure you all that you, or if need be your families, will receive this compensation one way or another. I promise that I will see to it. You humans all know me, and the rest of you know these Councilors even better. We will get you your money, and I want to tell you that your payment is not a concern. Regardless, monetary matters aside, with the remainder of our fleets either at the other edge of the galaxy or undergoing repairs, enlisting help is the only thing we can do in order to meet the Geth force now stationed at Chasca! I know this may be wrong to some of you, but we need your help - I need your help! I ask for your assistance not as a human; not as a Councilor, but as an organic being that lost friends, comrades, and loved ones in the attack last year. The Geth wish nothing more than to exterminate organic life: and I will be damned if I let such a reality happen! With our fleets still reeling from the assault on the Citadel last year, or choices are limited."
The room remained silent; there were no questions.
"That is the honest truth." He said.
The silence persisted. The other Councilors continued to look ahead, obviously a little angered at Anderson's pleading. Still, Anderson's humble approach seemed to work, as the murmurs of doubt and discontent were finally brought to a stop.
"If any of you do not wish to put your lives on the line for this cause," said Anderson. "Say so now. I will not hold it against any of you if you don't feel that this is your fight. But I just want you - all of you - to be aware of what is going on. If you don't want to go to Chasca, you may leave now. Go ahead!"
No one budged.
"Thank you all." Said Anderson after a pause. "I know that this may be tough, and that you are all taking a risk, but I want you all to know that we appreciate it. So thank you, and Godspeed."
The council waited for a few seconds longer, just to see if there were any more questions or objections. When it became obvious that there were none, the Asari councilor ended the audience.
"We all want to wish you good luck." She said. "The future of organic civilization may very well be resting on your shoulders."
Cliche or not, she was telling the truth. She paused again.
"This meeting of the Citadel Council, is adjourned." She finished. "Thank you all for your time."
After her decision to adjourn was announced, the council exited to their chambers amidst applause and comments of assent. For most of those involved, the entire experience seemed, for lack of better words, surreal. The next hour seemed to fly by: as the enlisted troops and mercenaries were promptly loaded onto troop transports and shipped off to the Matano System.
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Terra sat in her seat in the transport going over what happened during the Meeting. It went over like she thought it would, the councilors going on about Galactic stability, people arguing up in arms about where they were going, talking about payment afterwards. With the situation going away with itself, she didn't expect for Captain Anderson to take charge of the meeting like that.
It wasn't like she didn't like Captain Anderson, quite the opposite in fact. She was after all part of the alliance and knew the merits of Captain Anderson and respected the Captain for it. It just that she didn't think that the Captain fit for the council. From what she knew, he liked to take in all the viewpoints of the situation, holding back for the better solution. All well and good, but for leaders, they don't really have that luxury, there are times that you need to act fast or else others pay for it.....
"Hmm...He seems like he's fit for the job....I wonder how long that will last...." She muttered under her breath.
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[Narration] Ros, Terra, and Co, were sitting quietly inside the troop transport, no one saying a word. It was obvious that the battle was about to begin, but no one wanted to start a conversation with anyone else. The ride was quick, and as the ship neared its destination, the captain of the ship relayed them with a message:
"The Geth have started to advance!" He said. "Have everything ready for when we land; we're going in hot!
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Ros was seated next to Kyle and Erin. He took the time to glance around at the different faces filling the crowd. I swear I heard a Hanaar at the meeting… Do they even believe in aggressive behavior? He thought to himself briefly.
The ships captain chimed in. "The Geth have started to advance!" He said. "Have everything ready for when we land; we're going in hot!”
Ros slid his helmet on over his head and began checking that everything was in order. Briggs could be heard shouting to a couple others. The silence inside the transport had gone from quiet anticipation to the sounds of com checks and unit sound-offs.
“Hansen, how ya feeling?” Ros asked as he pulled his Crossfire AR off his back.
“Little bit of everything, sir” Hansen responded.
“I’m not your superior.” Ros chuckled. “I’m not even alliance anymore. No need for sir. How’s your gear checkout?”
Hansen did a quick inventory and gave a thumbs up. “Good.”
Briggs yelled over to them. “Hey! You ready over there?” Everyone gave a confirmation. “Good. Hansen, stay close and remember your training! ”
Ros linked his com up with the team and out of habit, started checking everyone’s vitals. Alright everybody looks good. He thought. Now as long as I can remember how to shoot and dodge, I’ll be fine.
“You still got any combat skill Ros?” Erin asked. She was busy checking her sniper rifle.
“We’ll find out in a moment. I hope so.” He wasn’t going to lie. He hadn’t seen combat in a year and wasn’t sure how things would turn out. “You cover my ass, I’ll cover yours?”
“Just like old times. You got it.” Erin looked up with a grin and nodded her head.
“Keep your heads down people. Don’t do anything stupid. Or at least keep it to a minimum.” Ros said over the com channel.
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"Lovely, one second into the mission and already in battle." She thought.
Terra calibrated her omni-tool to monitor her squad vitals and brought out her rifle. Her helmet hud loaded up, she ran up to squad ready. Loading her ammo, Terra takes up the rear as the battle starts.
"...so many Targets...perfect."
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[Ros] “LZ is hot! Heavy weapon activity all over… We’ll be groundside in 3 minutes.” The pilot reported. It hadn’t taken them long to get here. The noise within had become dull as anticipation had taken hold again. Small chatter could be heard here and there throughout the transport. Bradley seemed to be enjoying himself making small talk with Williams at the moment. The rest of the squad seemed quiet as they waited for landing.
“Two minutes” said the pilot.
The next two minutes passed quickly as the transport made a quick pass around the base and set down.
“Three, two, one. Groundside! Everybody out! Welcome to Chasca.” At the captains words, everybody got up and headed for the ramps. Ros left the ship behind Williams, towards the rear of the squad. Raising his gun and pulling it in snug to his shoulder, he rushed from the transport into the outdoors. They were already taking fire, but so far, no casualties.
“Find some cover and secure this position! Stick close. Go!” Briggs commanded. Ros ran to some nearby cover and ducked down behind it. A second later he felt a hand push up against him as someone else came to a stop. Craning his head around, he saw that Erin had slid in behind him. Taking a moment to see where the rest of the squad members were. He heard Erin pop off two quick rounds from her sniper rifle. Similar fire could be heard from other units around the base. Nearby, Briggs and Hansen began opening fire.
“Don’t expose more than you need to!”Briggs shouted at Hansen. “Pay attention!”
Ros leaned around a corner, found a target and fired at the approaching Geth. His first few bursts were wide.
“Ya missed.” Said Erin.
“Thanks, I hadn’t noticed.” Ros responded. There was a touch of frustration on his face. He slipped around and fired again… still off. Closing his eyes for a moment, he thought to himself. Relax. Don’t rush it. Make your shots count. He shouldered his rifle again and leaned out. Erin dropped a trooper as he did. Lining up his sights he pulled the trigger releasing a burst into the chest of a trooper. It staggered backwards as its shields gave way allowing for shot from Erin that dropped it for good. Satisfied, Ros pulled himself back behind the cover as bullets dug up the ground next to him.
“Out of curiosity, who else do we have with medical skills? We’ll need it.” Ros asked over the squads channel. We will definitely need it. With that thought he looked out and opened fire again.
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"I'm a fully trained medic Ros" Terra responed.
Finding a suitable location for sniping near some chest high walls of ruble, Terra crouched behind and brought out her rifle. Safely behind cover, she signaled the team. "This is Clarke, I'm in position for sniping and ready to give support." Receiving the affirmitive, Terra brought her rifle up and started to unload slug after slug into the Geth.
"This is endless, one would go down and another would take it's place. Locating the ones with the heavy ordince were easy, the red armor makes them a blazing target. The tall ones however were a different story, they seem to take alot of shots before they could come down. What is driving them?
It's as if the Geth have declared war on anything that's living....
Checking her HUD to update the status on her squad, Terra did a quick look of her surroundings and saw a huge white Geth rushing towards some Turians (Vynx). Quickly thinking, Terra brought our her omni tool and sent a Sabotage tech mine directly towards the Prime. The mine detonated, crippling the shields around it partly, but not enough. Terra then fliped a switch on her rifle, charging it up for one all powerful shot (Master Assassination). Time seemed to slow for her as she lined up her sights on the Geth's leg. She pulled the trigger, sending the slug flying out of the gun and into the Prime Geth, going through it's shields and into it's Leg. Caught off guard by the slug, the Geth fell and crashed into the dirt.
"I guess that Scram Rail does add a bit of a punch" She said as sat behind cover waiting for her rifle to cool down.