Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/xspdZeEh
Some Info: http://pastebin.com/94Vb0kZz
You are Commander Sonali Vasusena, N7, Spectre, and Commanding Officer of the SSV Nakshatra. It’s been a busy few days, what with you recruiting crew, managing your ship, rescuing hostages, investigating terrorists, and all that stuff. You’re hoping you can get some real rest while the Nakshatra heads to Noveria, but first, you need to take care of a few important things.
That’s why you’ve gathered your team together in the Comm Room, to brief them on the upcoming assault on the White Ravine facility.
Entering the room, you spy Leo, seated in one of the chairs to the left, leaning over to say something to Cath, who is seated next to him and barely paying attention as she studies something on her Omni-Tool. On Cath’s other side, Jaro slouches in her chair, the massive woman appearing half-asleep, although you sense an undercurrent of anger in her. Aeron, quiet as ever, sits in the chair closest to the door, eyes closed and breathing evenly.
Seated on the opposite side of the room, Captain Coates and Lieutenant Gunther of the ship's Marines converse quietly but still when they see you enter.
Your entire team is here.
>It has been a long, long time folks. I'm really sorry about the delay.
>As it's been a while, I want to do a bit of a recap, if you all would like it.
>If not we can get right into the story:
> [ ] Recap?
> [ ] Continue?
You are Commander Sonali Vasusena, N7 and Spectre.
You were born in Jin, the Capital city of Shanxi, 2 days before the Turians invaded. Your mother was injured in the fighting and you were exposed to Element Zero when a Frigate exploded over the city. Eventually, the Turians were ousted and peace returned to the colony. However, your mother developed complications from her injuries and died when you were five years old. This resulted in your father trying to drink away his sorrows and taking his anger and grief out on you. Eventually, his lifestyle caught up to him and you found him dead on the morning of your 17th birthday.
You initially sought to enlist in the Navy in an attempt to get away from your past life but found that it would be a while before they could ship you out. So you settled for the branch that would get you out quickest: The Marines. It was one of the best decisions you ever made. The Alliance broke you down and built you back up stronger than before and you found yourself excelling, especially in the Combat and Tech fields, despite your Biotic Potential.
You were initially assigned to the 103rd Marine Division and saw action against pirates and slavers on various colony worlds. Shortly afterwards, the Interplanetary Combatives Academy invited you to Vila Militar to participate in the N Program. You rose through the ranks quickly, becoming an N6 just in time to participate in the Skyllian Blitz. A part of Spec Ops Team Delta, you assaulted and sabotaged the Pirate Flagship, earning your N7 designation in the process. You continued to serve with Delta Squad, while taking Leadership and Public Relations courses on the side. Diligent studying combined with a natural knack for reading and understanding people gave you very impressive social skills. Eventually, you were promoted to Lieutenant Commander and placed in command of Spec Ops Team Epsilon.
A little over three days ago, you were leading Epsilon on a mission to sabotage the Pirate Haven of Cascora, a task which you succeeded at, albeit with heavy costs. Takeo Niten, your close-combat specialist, was killed in action while Aiden MacRossa, the team’s Heavy, was badly injured. Inari Keita, the Medic and Technician, suffered a mental breakdown not that long afterwards. You and your Second in Command, Leonard Delamere, were all that was left of Spec Ops Team Epsilon.
In the midst of dealing with your casualties, you discovered that you were a candidate for a position in the Council’s Office of Special Tactics and Reconnaissance, better known as the Spectres. Reporting to the Citadel, you met with Councilor Anderson and Ambassador Udina, who briefed you on your impending meeting the Council. Following a rather well-handled interview, you then proceeded to wow the Galaxy during an Impromptu Press conference right after you were sworn in. You were then promoted to Commander and given the mandate of assembling a new crew and choosing a new ship.
The Ship you chose was the highly experimental Rubicon-Class Frigate, a variant on the now famous Normandy-Class. Naming it the Nakshatra, you then proceeded to fill in the holes of your crew. Following advice from Leo, you recruited Jaroslava Vlcek, a large brash woman and a freelance Mercenary formerly employed by Manticore Interstellar. Upon her recommendation, you recruited one of her teammates; Catherine Valdez, a genius Polymath with some impressive Biotic power. After checking into the Spectre Offices, chatting up Garrus Vakarian (a conversation punctuated by your easy handling of a M98 Widow), and acquiring an Omni-Forge, you finally decided to check into your ship and met your crew.
Of course, that was when Spectre Tela Vasir sent out an SOS request. Terrorists had struck the Shopping Center in the 133 Block and taken hostages, and she was trapped in the building. Your newly christened Gold Team, with its Animal inspired callsigns, responds and manages to save all the hostages while eliminating all of the enemy opposition with the use of some clever tactics. During the battle, you spotted a prospective hire, a Biotic Drell wielding twin swords.
Upon rescuing Vasir, you were given a briefing on Cerberus, the Human Supremacist Terrorist Organization, and their connection to an incident involving Husk Technology and Saren Arterius almost thirty years ago. You decided to join Vasir’s investigation and began making plans to assault a suspected Cerberus Facility on Noveria.
Shortly after the rescue mission, the Asari Councilor, Tevos, requested a meeting with you. As it turns out, the Drell you saw during the rescue operation in the 133 Block was in the Councilor’s employ as a bodyguard for her Granddaughter. However, she felt that she could not make proper use of his skills as an Assassin, and his “unique” psychology deeply unnerved those around him. Accepting the offer to take the Drell, Aeron Voris, onto your crew, you returned to the Nakshatra and began planning your next operation while the rest of the crew arrived.
The next day, you met with your Navigator, Robert Guilford, and the Head of your Marine Detachment, Captain Marcus Coates. While you waited for the ship to depart, you passed the time doing research and playing pranks on Leo. Unfortunately for you, Leo is currently in the lead as he sent an extremely racy animation of yourself to your Omni-tool and you opened it in the presence of others. Fortunately, only two people have seen it, and you doubt they’ll be telling anyone else.
Eventually, the Nakshatra left the Citadel and you finished your research on the White Raven Facility. Which is why you’re currently briefing your team on the objectives and figuring out a plan.
“I assume everyone has been introduced?” You ask, receiving a round of nods in response. “Good, we can begin.”
You go over what you know of the White Ravine Facility in as much detail as you can.
- 100 KM away from Port Hanshan
- Built into the side of the valley where it’s located
- 12 floors in total
- Upper 4 levels are visible from the outside and are taken up by a hangar, garage and ship development facilities
- Lower 8 levels are underground and occupied by various offices and laboratories.
- Entrance points in Hangar and Garage
- Series of large fans on the roof of the facility that connect to the ventilation system
- Food is shipped in every few weeks aboard fliers from Port Hanshan, Next shipment leaves tomorrow.
- Security forces are comprised of fifty humans with various military backgrounds and a sizable mech force consisting of mainly LOKI and FENRIS variants.
- Some of the personnel are allowed to visit Port Hanshan for R&R every few weeks, with the next break scheduled in two days
Having outlined everything you know, you decide to lay out the plan you had in mind.
>Right, it's been a while.
Lieutenant Leonard Delamere
Role: Agent [Agents primarily focuses on Infiltration, by both Physical and Technological means. To this end, Agents are given additional training in Stealth and Verbal Fields as well as hacking specialties. In direct combat, Agents specialize in long range combat and Tech Modules.]
Training: [Primary: Combat, Secondary: Tech]
-- M-55 Argus BR
-- M-56 Viper SR
-- M-2B Cobra Magnum
-- Armor: N7 Onyx "Platoon" Variant
-- Omni-Tool: Armali "Nexus" [Slots: 6/6]
-- Omni-Weapon: Electrical Fork
-- Tech Modules: [Scan, Cloak, Decoy, Sabotage]
Appearance: Tall, Fit, Tanned, Blonde Hair, Blue-Eyed
Notes: [ N7 | Infiltrator | Hails from Topeka, Kansas on Earth | Good Friend and Companion | Quite Observant of Sonali and Sensitive to Her Moods and Feelings ]
Role: Shock Trooper [Shock Troopers are the Muscle of a Squad, bringing to bear a great deal of firepower and soaking up huge amounts of damage. Trained to wield practically any weapon and utilize some of the heaviest armor, Shock Troopers are the Juggernauts of the Battlefield.]
-- M-76 Revenant
-- M-100 Grenade Launcher
-- M-6 Carnifex
-- Armor: KFAB Colossus
-- Omni-Tool: ???
-- Tech Modules: [Scan, Fortification, Shield Boost]
-- Grenades: [Inferno (x5)]
Appearance: Very Tall, Very Well Muscled, Light Brown Skin and Hair, Dark Brown Eyes
Notes: [ Mercenary | Heavy Weapons Specialist | Hails from New Camden on Shanxi | Size and Superior Physical Abilities Caused by Reaction with Infantryman Gene Package | Dislikes Turians ]
Role: Raider [Raiders are specialists in Defense and Attack, providing protection for themselves and their teammates as well as battlefield control. While heavily armored, they are more than capable of dishing out large amounts of damage when the situation calls for it.]
-- M-6 Carnifex (?)
-- Armor: BSA Partisan
-- Omni-Tool: ???
-- Tech Modules: [Scan, Triage, Cloak, Tech Armor]
-- Biotic Amp: ???
-- Powers: [Barrier, Telekinesis, Bulwark, Dash, Protector]
Appearance: Average Height, Lithe, Olive Skin, Black Hair, Brown Eyes
Notes: [ Mercenary | Polymath | L2 Biotic | Hails from Houston, Texas on Earth | Was Discharged from Alliance Marines for Mental Issues | Certified in a Variety of Fields | Has a Sleeping Disorder Caused by her L2 Implant | Much Sharper than she Acts ]
Role: Assassin [Stealthy and capable of striking with deadly force, Assassins specialize in elimination of targets quickly and with a variety of methods. Assassins generally operate better solo, but particularly adaptable individuals can work well with teams.]
--Dual Tano Blades
-- Tech Modules: ???
--Biotic Amp: ???
-- Powers: ???
Appearance: Green, Scaly Skin, Black Reptilian Eyes, Slim but Muscular, Red Neck Fringe, Curving Crests on Cheeks
Notes: [ Drell Assassin | Biotic | Sira'fa (Soulless), incapable of Feeling Emotions | Formerly in the Service of Councilor Tevos | Sworn to Sonali after she became his Patron | Likes Bacon ]
Lets try to sneak in before we go loud.
Get Airon to move in to the food shipment and then lead us in when the way is clear.
Sneak in with the food shipment, then engage from the inside,
>It's corporate controlled and outside of Citadel Space, which gives it quite a bit of Autonomy. The planetary authority isn't very cooperative to anyone but corporations. Landing there would definitely be noticed.
>I'm getting a distinct "send someone in with a shipment to scout" vibe. Is that it or is there anything you want to add?
>Everything you know about the building has been laid out. You have no idea what the internal layout is like, aside from the general idea of what's on each floor.
>There aren't any contacts directly associated with the Spectres, as most Spectres make those contacts on their own. You could probably look up any people who might be helpful in the area on the Spectre Network if you want.
>The Shipment plan does appear to be the most popular though. You can query your Squad for suggestions if you wish.
Our ship can cloak, right? I say we air drop someone into Port Hanshan to infiltrate the Food Shipment, and just have them open up the Hangar doors when the rest of the team needs to land.
So just checking, but it says here:
>You decided to join Vasir’s investigation and began making plans to assault a suspected Cerberus Facility on Noveria.
Does this mean we don't even know for sure if it is full of baddies?
>The Spectre Network has marked Core-Hislop as a front for Cerberus, making the facility a terrorist facility. It's entirely possible that the facility does not contain any Cerberus personnel, but it's highly unlikely.
“There’s practically no information on the actual internal layout of the facility,” You say, as you gesture at the hologram of the Cerberus Base that floats in the middle of the room. “Which is why my first concern was reconnaissance.” You zoom the image out to encompass Port Hanshan as well. “There’s a food shipment that leaves Port Hanshan tomorrow, likely an hour or two after we arrive in orbit. I want one of us to get on that transport and infiltrate the facility.”
You glance around the room, noting that every member of your team is listening intently before continuing. “The Infiltrator will have to identify any possible entry points besides the hangar and garage as well as map as much of the facility out as possible. If you can identify security emplacements and get a concrete number on the personnel in the building, even better.” You fold your arms across your chest. “I’m not going to lie, this is probably the hardest part of the entire mission but also what the rest of the operation hinges on. You’ll be deep inside what is likely enemy territory on your own without any way for us to help you if you’re discovered.”
“I volunteer,” Leo says immediately. You’re not surprised.
“I do as well,” Airon says, a few moments later. That’s slightly surprising.
“I’ll take volunteers after we hash out some more details,” You reply wryly. “While we won’t have an exact idea of what to expect until after the Infiltration, it’s a good idea to plan for multiple contingencies.”
“I agree,” Coates says from the opposite side of the room. “Commander, I’d like to suggest that the main strike occur after the majority of the base’s personnel have left on their R&R trip. That would cut the security force in half and eliminate most of the scientists and engineers.”
That’s a great idea, you think to yourself. You should have considered that.
“That’s a tactically sound idea,” Cath pipes in. “But there’s an issue with that. If the Infiltrator enters the base with the Food Shipment, they’ll have to stay inside the base for close to a day before the R&R trip. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d have a hard time staying hidden for that long, especially if you need to sleep or eat.”
“It will not be an issue for me,” Airon says evenly, his expressionless black eyes flicking to Cath. “I can go for up to a week without sustenance or sleep before I begin to suffer adverse effects.”
“Oookay,” Jaro mutters from Cath’s side in a tone that only you with your enhanced hearing can pick up. “Hypnotoad just got a little creepier.”
“Uh,” you begin, “That’s good to know Airon. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’d also like to request that you accept support from my Marines on this mission Commander,” Coates adds. “If the defenses are too much to handle on your own, some extra muscle would be useful.”
“I’ll keep that in mind too, Captain,” You reply, mentally noting that your definition of “too much to handle” is probably significantly higher than the Captain’s.
“What’s the overall objective for the second part of the mission going to be Sona?” Leo asks, leaning forward to look up at you. “Once we’re in, what do we need to do?”
“Information gathering followed by sabotage,” You answer. “We need to get into the base’s computers and acquire as much data as possible then damage or destroy the facility. Anything else is a secondary objective.”
Leo nods, “Understood, in that case, who do you plan to send in to Infiltrate?”
>Someone Else [Who?]
You look at Airon for a moment, pondering his earlier statement and evaluating the overall effects. The Drell calmly meets your eyes, his face as impassive as ever, his nictating membranes flicking over his eyes briefly.
“Airon, could you elaborate on the ‘adverse effects’ you’d face without food or sleep?” You ask.
“The chances of me completing my objective before expiring would decrease,” He answers in a matter of fact tone. “In actuality, it would be the lack of rest, which would impact my reflexes and coordination. Without food or water, I can operate without significant difficulties for well over a month, provided I can meditate regularly.”
Your brows furrow in concern, “Is that normal for Drell?”
“As we evolved on a desert planet, Drell can go without sustenance for longer than most species. However, only those who have been trained as I have can function with little rest.”
Well, that takes care of that. “We’ll be airdropping Airon into Port Hanshan then,” You declare. “From there, he’ll infiltrate the base via the Food Shipment.”
The Drell inclines his head in acknowledgement.
Leo snaps his fingers suddenly, pointing at the Assassin, “I just remembered. We haven’t given you a callsign.”
Airon tilts his head slightly to the side, apparently confused, “Callsign?”
“What we should call you during the mission,” You quickly explain, shooting Leo a glare to shut him up. “It’s up to you what it should be.”
“You may call me whatever you wish,” Airon answers. “I have no preferences.”
“How about Lizard? Toad? Snake?” Leo interjects. The Drell gives no reaction to any of them.
“Is there an animal from your homeworld that holds some kind of importance to you?” You ask Airon.
“No,” he responds simply.
“There’s a couple animals mentioned in Drell mythology,” Cath says from off to the side, looking at her Omni-Tool. “Juran, Moka, Tano, Kresa-“
“Hold on,” You say, stopping the polymath, “What was that last one?”
“No, before that.”
“Yes.” It’s very familiar. “What’s a tano?”
“Says here that they’re the ‘Masters of the Hunt’ and the ‘Blessed of Amonkira,’” Cath says. “Described as large bipedal reptiles with long claws. Kinda like our dinosaurs, I think.”
Your eyes alight on the scabbards poking out from behind Airon’s back. What was it that the old Drell had called them? Tano blades?
“Those swords,” You say, pointing at the weapons. “They’re called Tano blades, right?”
Airon nods briefly.
“Sounds like a relevant animal to me,” Leo says, leaning back in his chair.
“Tano it is then,” You declare, smiling at the Drell slightly. It elicits no reaction.
“That’s it for this briefing,” You say, dismissing the gathered crew. “Check on your gear and make sure you’re ready for tomorrow.”
Coates and Gunther salute you before filing out the door. Leo gives you a lazy smirk before he saunters away. Cath smiles at you before scurrying off, already engrossed in her Omni-Tool. Jaro stretches a bit, cracks her neck, nods to you once then marches out the door. Airon is simply gone when you look back at his seat.
You’ve got quite a bit of time to kill.
>Follow your own advice and check your gear.
>Go talk to [Who?]
>Pay Leo back for that prank he pulled on you earlier.
>Do some research on [What?]
>Wander Around the Nakshatra [Roll a d10]
Deciding to do the responsible thing, you open your Omni-Tool and begin going over the functions. The UI is a little different from your older one but some careful finagling quickly fixes that issue. It looks like your combat modules are all loaded up properly and that you actually never got around to filling in that sixth spot. You could probably lift a module from one of your teammates, although you haven’t seen what Airon has on his Omni-Tool. Taking care of that should be a priority.
As you leave the Comm Room, you spy Artesia, the Ship’s Doctor approaching you from the side with a pensive look on her face. “Commander, do you have a moment?”
“What is it Doctor?”
“I approached Ms. Vlcek earlier and asked her to report for a physical. She initially brushed me off but when I insisted she responded quite… vehemently,” The Doctor crosses her arms. “While I realize that she isn’t officially part of the Alliance, it is still my duty to ensure the health the health of the crew. I was hoping you might talk to her.”
“How vehemently?” You ask the woman, concern coloring your voice.
“Her words should not be repeated in polite company,” the Doctor says stiffly.
You sigh, “I’ll talk to her right away. Thanks for letting me know Doc.”
Artesia sniffs, “It’s my duty. Good day Commander.”
You enter the Crew Quarters and spy Jaro lying on her bunk, reading something on her Omni-tool.
As you approach the massive woman, she looks up and flips the Tool off, “What’s up Commander?"
You pull your Omni-tool out and begin silently scanning Jaro’s foot. The merc gives you a confused look before moving her foot out of the way.
“What are you doing?” She asks, perplexed.
“Just making sure you're not a Geth infiltrator wearing a skinsuit," You reply nonchalantly.
The larger woman snorts in amusement before sitting up, “Seriously though, what’s up?”
Sighing, you lean against her bedpost and give her a look, “Doc wants to give you a lookover to make sure she knows how to put you back together. She also said that you wouldn’t let her. Care to explain?”
Jaro’s face freezes and you sense that you’ve touched a very sensitive subject. There’s a deep streak of negative emotion inside the Merc. Anger, pain, and fear, all twisted up inside.
“Look, I just don’t like Doctors,” Jaro answers, anger bleeding into her voice. “I don’t need them either. If I get hurt, Cath can just patch me up. And that’s IF I get hurt.”
"Jaro we've both been in this line of work long enough to know we ARE going to get hurt, and Artesia is the best person on this ship to keep us alive when that happens, not if. If you need a comforting friend to talk it through or to do the scans for the Doc, just say so, but I need you to not bleed to death because you won't let the doc do her job."
>I'm feeling pretty wiped right about now gents but I know this is nowhere near a good place to finish this thread up.
>I'm still having an issue getting back into the swing of things, not to mention not being able to write fast or decently.
>If you guys can keep it bumped I'll run again tomorrow night.
>Right now though, I'm going to crash
>Can answer questions for a bit while I get ready for bed.
Varrens, pyjaks, shifty cows... is there no other beasts in mass effect universe?
That's more of a force of nature than a beast
They are actually sapient though.
There are those lizards Krogan can ride I guess, although those are extinct at this point of time.
You sigh yet again before fixing Jaro with a stern look. “Jaro we've both been in this line of work long enough to know we ARE going to get hurt, and Artesia is the best person on this ship to keep us alive when that happens.”
Jaro’s covers her face with her hands and exhales loudly, “Look, I GET that, it’s just… look, I just don’t do check-ups or shots or any of that shit. And I’ve never really been injured enough that Cath couldn’t help.”
You frown but incline your head in acknowledgment, “I'll tell the Doc, but if you get hurt and Cath can't fix it, I’m taking you to the Med-Bay. I can’t let you bleed to death because you won't let the Doc do her job.”
The merc snorts, peering up at you through her fingers, “If I’m ever that fucked up, I don’t think I’ll put up a fight.”
Smirking, You bid the large woman farewell and set about your previous task: Acquiring a new Tech Module. You could grab a copy from one of your Teammates or check to see what the Ship’s Database has. There should be a copy of every standard Tech Module the Alliance uses on board. You could also see if the Marines or Crew have anything useful.
Currently, you have Scan, Cloak, Drone, Fortification and Overload.
You decide to
>Ask one of your Teammates [Who?]
>Go see the Ship’s Marines
>Check with Engineering
>Look up Modules in the Database
You decide to check in on the Marines and see if they have a good mod you could use. Taking the elevator to the Cargo bay, you find that there’s an entirely different group of Marines doing drills with the Captain.
Approaching them, you’re quickly introduced to Sergeant Meryl Bowen, Corporal Abel Jethro and the two guards that were stationed in the CIC earlier in the day, Privates Lilian Fontaine and Franklin Bishop. You give Bishop a hard look for a moment, impressing your desire of making sure that he keeps his mouth shut about the image he saw earlier today. The young man pales and little and gulps.
You ask the Captain if you can utilize some of the modules he and his detachment have access to and he readily agrees, pulling up what’s available.
>Concussive Shot: Your Omni-Tool flash forges and fires a single gas-propelled grenade which does pure kinetic damage with minimal shrapnel and no combustion. Consumes 50 Omni-gel per use.
>Carnage: Your Omni-Tool flash forges and fires an unstable plasma shot that explodes with great force, doing a large amount of thermal damage. Consumes 100 Omni-gel.
>Shredder: Your Omni-Tool flash forges and fires a cluster of very hard spikes that explode into highly penetrative shrapnel. Consumes 40 Omni-gel.
>Or Get a Module from someone else.
>>Carnage: Your Omni-Tool flash forges and fires an unstable plasma shot that explodes with great force, doing a large amount of thermal damage. Consumes 100 Omni-gel.
Damn son, after this hang out with the marines a bit.
You install the copy of Carnage from the Captain, thanking him for the help. For the next hour you socialize with the Marines, learning their names and histories and getting their impressions of you and the ship.
Sergeant Meryl Bowen, Medic, is from Demeter and serving aboard the Nakshatra is her very first tour of duty. She’s a nervous, skittish girl who stutters quite a bit, which is rather adorable when combined with her Welsh accent. She’s feeling quite out of her depth and is more than a little in awe of you so you make sure to spend a few minutes talking to her to get her acclimatized to you and her station. By the time you’re done, she’s feeling much better.
Corporal Abel Jethro, Sentinel, is from Earth and served on the Frontier for two tours. He’s a charming man and absolutely brimming with confidence. You shut down his attempts to flirt with you quite handily, but instead of being offended the man just laughs. He’s got a healthy amount of respect for you and is at ease with his posting.
Private Franklin Bishop, Commando, was born on Eden Prime and served in the Colony Garrison before requesting a transfer. He’s awfully nervous, but you chalk that up to the fact he thinks you’ll kill him for seeing Leo’s prank earlier in the day. You calm him down a bit but don’t completely dispel the threat.
Private Lillian Fontaine, Shock Trooper, is from Terra Nova and served on the Frontier for a tour before joining your crew. She’s a calm, stoic woman with very few emotional tells. You sense she’s calm all the way through, which is quite odd. Talking with her reveals she’s quite content with her position.
Bidding farewell to the Marines, you decide to:
>Check on the rest of your Gear [Switch out Weapons and Mods]
>Go talk to [Who?]
>Do some Research on [Topic?]
>Wander Around [Roll a d10]
>I can also just skip to the next day if you want.
>If you decide to do that, you can either take control of Airon as he Infiltrates or just wait.
Try and find a situation where Biotically influencing him would be maximally embarrassing.
I'm pretty sure he could just use his Omni-Tool to make new ones. Or he might rock the look. He's pretty hot.
>I can give you some options
>Mess with him Biotically to embarrass him in front of others.
>Hack his Omni-Tool to show explicit imagery in public.
>Use the Food Synthesizer for a food related prank
Get him alone in the mess hall. Star grinding and rubbing on him over clothes, push our tits into him, breath into his ear. Then suddenly stop, get up, and leave just as some other people come in leaving him flustered, embarrassed, and trying to act normal and hide a boner. Then text him "Just to be clear, that was revenge."
Now that you’ve got some downtime, you have a very important task to take care of.
Revenge on Leo.
He knows you well. When he sent that email, he expected you to open it in public. It was chance that the people who saw it won’t spread it around. He thinks he knows you. So you’ll have to do something he won’t expect at all.
As you take the elevator up to the Mess Hall, it occurs to you that Leo pulled something that was genuinely lewd on you. That’s a line neither of you have crossed before. Sure, sometimes you both get flirty, but it’s never gone that far. Well then, if that’s how he wants to play, then you’re game.
The elevator doors slide open smoothly and you spy your quarry in the galley, fiddling with the Food Dispenser’s innards and facing away from you. Quickly, you check your periphery, noting that the room is entirely empty before enacting your plan. You prowl forward silently, placing your weight on the balls of your feet.
Leo didn’t seem to notice your approach, so completely engrossed with the Dispenser’s mechanics, judging from the way he stiffens up when you wrap your arms around his torso. Your left arm snakes upwards across his chest, fingers splaying out over his pectorals, while your right tightens around his arms and stomach before pulling him back against you.
You’re not the most well-endowed woman, but you still have sizable assets. More importantly, you have just enough experience to know how to leverage them properly. Standing on your toes allows you to press your breasts up against Leo’s shoulder blades and, more importantly, exhale oh so slightly against the nape of his neck. The slight tremble of your captive’s body tells you it worked.
“Hello Leonard,” You purr as you tilt your head towards Leo’s ear, letting your breath play against it.
“Uh, Hi Sona,” Leo says, his tone light and cheerful. But it doesn’t fool you. You know him too well and you can sense his slight fear and his growing arousal. “What can-“
“Shhhh,” You murmur huskily as your hand leaves Leo’s chest to press against his lips. “I’ll do the talking.” Your tone leaves no room for argument.
You trace his lips with your fingers for a brief moment before sliding over the edge of his jaw and back down his throat. Your other hand hasn’t been idle in the meantime and has carefully been inching downwards to Leo’s waistband. The man senses this and tenses, his arms moving to stop you. That’s when you activate your secret weapon.
A slight blue nimbus surrounds your body as your Biotics come to life. However, instead of directing the energy you’re gathering outward, you let it dissipate over Leo’s body. His breath catches in his throat, and he freezes as his body tingles all over.
Tilting your head towards his ear once more, you whisper, “You’ve been very naughty Leonard,” and then nip lightly at his earlobe.
Leo shudders, letting out a low groan. And that’s when you hear the elevator door open. Immediately, you let go of your second-in-command and spin away from him, quickly exiting the galley. Cath enters the room, still engrossed in her Omni-tool and oblivious to the world around her. You can hear Leo pant as he leans against the dispenser and a quick look back reveals a flushed and sweaty man.
Entering, your cabin, you send a message to Leo’s Omni-Tool.
“That was Revenge.”
>This honestly seems like the best place to end today's thread.
>The Next thread will start with the Infiltration.
>You can vote now on if you'd like to take control of Airon for the duration of the mission or just wait it out.
It's certainly going to be interesting to see how Leo reacts to it, and how he ups his game and what that leads to. As long as it doesn't impact missions and shit outside the ship, I won't mind if we end up escalating pranks until we corner him in the forward batteries, lock the doors and ride him until we leave him nonsensical and exhausted.
I can certainly see that being a concern, certainly was in real life when I had fellow soldiers in similar positions, but I trust Valor to keep that behind the QM screen and not bite us in the ass with it.
>Also, I just realized I forgot an important part of the post. Your roll was supposed to be how well you resisted arousal and Leo rolled off screen. You managed to beat him by one. Which actually means that Sona is supposed to be almost as aroused as Leo but I completely forgot to mention it in the narrative.
>So, just pretend I added some stuff about how her skin was feeling feverish, there was a warmth in her navel that slowly grew into a fire, a dampness was spreading in her pants and her heart was thundering.
>No worries. Stop by next week.
As the guy who played Leo, I sent Valor some suggestions.
On the one hand, he doesn't want to cross the line and is increasingly unsure where that line now is. On the other hand, that was one of the most embarrassing things that's ever happened to him and he absolutely cannot let it lie.
On yet another hand, he had no idea you could use biotics that way and is now wondering if that's part of why Asari are so popular.
>So, just pretend I added some stuff about how her skin was feeling feverish, there was a warmth in her navel that slowly grew into a fire, a dampness was spreading in her pants and her heart was thundering.
Maybe. But Leo would want to know where they stand once he realized it was going beyond flirting or pranking.
Also you guys haven't even gotten him addicted to the gatorade sweat yet. Like, come on. Step it up.
I bet once they reach that point beyond pranking and such Sona will make it pretty clear they stand together.
Also now I want Sona to wrestle Leo after this op, and get him covered in our sweat, and then when we finish he's wondering why he's covered in gatorade
Even as you stoke Leo's arousal, you can't ignore the fact that this is having a profound effect on you. Your prickles of heat run over your scalp and down your back, as your skin damn near ignites. Leo's shoulder dips and presses into your breast, right on top of one of your hardening nipples, and it's all you can do to stop yourself from crying out.
Goddamn that felt good.
You grit your teeth, telling yourself to concentrate on your second in command, distracting yourself from your own pleasure. But it's hard, especially as that ball of heat in your navel explodes into an inferno and the moisture in your panties starts soaking through.
And suddenly, you know you want him. You want him so badly. Pulsing your Biotics to keep Leo from resisting, you reach below his belt to grasp his swelling member. A low groan escapes Leo's mouth as you gently stroke the shaft through the front of his fatigues. He trembles in time with your fingers as you bring him closer and closer to release and that fire inside of you is only getting hotter and hotter.
All it takes is a second of broken concentration, an instant where you lost your grip on your Biotics.
Leo twists, breaking your grip, and spins around, grasping your hands with his own and pulling you up against his chest. You're both dripping and panting and burning and oh so close. You feel something pressing near your navel, something large and throbbing and you only get wetter when you realize what it is. Looking up into his deep blue eyes, you see an intense, need, a desire that resonates with your own. A second later, your arms are thrown around his neck and his are wrapped around your back as you draw yourselves together, lips almost slamming into each other and tongues wrestling inside.
Dimly, you register that Cath has just entered the room. You can't really bring yourself to care.
I need more towel man pics, in the mean time have towel Obama.
>The way I see it, the two of you are probably going to end up fucking each other's brains out if you keep escalating the lewds.
>Here's a favorite.
>>The way I see it, the two of you are probably going to end up fucking each other's brains out if you keep escalating the lewds.
Exactly as planned.
Crimson Typhoon should be trying to towel off its missing head ins that pic
>fucking each other's brains out if you keep escalating the lewds.
Nuh uh, he's going to have to beg like a dog. Then we're going to fuck him into uncontrollable bliss and brain damage.
>You only won the roll by 1. There's a pretty good chance of him fucking you into submission.
>Moderately good. And maybe the Drive Core if no one else is in there. Or a sealed chipping container. Or the Cockpit with the life support shield up.
>There's a pretty good chance of him fucking you into submission.
Not even remotely a chance one the boarding action starts
> -Cardiac Boosters: Prevents Fatigue from Strenuous Physical Activity
> -Digestive Enhancement: Grants Increased Resistance to Poisons and Toxins and Allows Processing of Additional Foods.
I'd vote for it, Sonali may be someone who believes in equality for everyone and peace and love throughout the galaxy, but that doesn't stop you from gunning bitches down like a Krogan with a toothache.
>all these people wanting to dominate the Leo
>no one wanting to tenderly love the Leo as Sona opens up to him like no one ever before.
You make me sad.
That character combined with that statement is just terrible.
>>no one wanting to tenderly love the Leo as Sona opens up to him like no one ever before.
What are you some sort of hand holding faggot? Shit next thing you're going to tell me is that you want to make love in the missionary position staring lovingly into his eyes, you fucking degenerate.
Anon, we'll do the tenderness and all that lovey dovey stuff after we've fucked him into oblivion when our pranks reach a climax, but there needs to be that climax first for the gentle affections afterwards.