Post by Slayer_22 on Jul 7, 2011 19:19:11 GMT -6
((This is merely a pitch for the Mass Effect RPG, it won't go on longer than it needs to, it will either lead into the Mass Effect RPG or continue until an end. It will be a few posts before the actual pitch is made, but I find if the I paint the picture it will leave a better impression. Just read it and tell me if you think this would be a good enemy for us, I have a large amount of ideas cooked up, so no need to worry about that. Leave your comments, thank you. This is the first of two.))
"Grant." Special Operations Yousef Adell, holding a small stack of papers, called. A soldier quickly got up and stood in front of him.
"Yes, sir?" The soldier asked, hands behind his back.
"You do know what you're getting yourself into, boy? This is some deep shit, And you're not going to have any support from Alliance. You're on your own." Yousuf explained, knowing that the soldier in front of him was either going to be a hero, or dead by next week.
"I know what I signed up for, sir." Grant stood at attention until Yousuf handed him the papers.
"Your name is Randal O'Brien, your "escapades" include murder, theft, grand larceny, and robberies across multiple systems. All your information is in the packet, good luck and god speed." Yousef quietly left the room, leaving Grant with the papers. Grant sat down, taking in all the papers. They detailed many things, from Randal's many crimes to his associates, all the way to the way he did what he did, bu the picture was not of O'Brien, it was of Joshua Grant, formerly Alliance Military.
The target was millionaire Oliver Pertua Jacobi. He was a high profile criminal, anyone who had ever watched any news segment on him could tell he was a criminal. But the massive amounts of money he had was the only thing keeping him from a jail cell. He had the best team of lawyers money could buy.
Anything he could have been connected to was dismissed, any evidence was either gone or inadmissible.
His mansion was guarded well, so he was impossible to get to. But O'Brien was his ticket in.
The following weeks went by quick, the preperations and studying everything the man had done since his first prank in kindergarden. Grant was now O'Brien.
Grant had a private shuttle booked, all for him, heading to Jacobi's mansion. The planet Jacobi was on had a few human colonies spread throughout. But Jacobi was the biggest thing there. His building almost towered over the rest.
As the shuttle approached the mansion, Grant could see a clear glimpse everything it had to offer. Guards stationed at the balconies, around the outside. He spared no expense to make sure every inch was fortified. As the shuttle slowed to a landing, a couple of guards, along with Jacobi, came out to greet "O'Brien".
"Welcome, Mr. O'Brien." A guard was standing at the entrance, wielding a M-8 Avenger.
Joshua stepped out of the shuttle, ignoring the guard greeting him, and walked to Jacobi, who stood with a smirk.
"O'Brien, nice to finally make your acquaintance, I hope you found the shuttle to be to your liking." he said, the grin still plastered on his face.
"It was a little too cramped, Let us get down to business shall we?" Grant said, keeping with O'Brien's profile.
"Ah yes, Come." Jacobi turned and started to walk toward the house, the guards behind Grant pushed him along.
Grant was led to the living room. It was adorned with ancient armors and statues. Priceless pieces from wars and different times. Animal heads and rugs from other systems. The finest antique furniture citadel space has to offer. Grant sat down on the couch adjacent to the one Jacobi sat.
"Let's get down to buisness, shall we?" Jacobi waved his hand at one of the guards, who came in a minute later with serrice ice brandy.
"Yes, we shall. I hav-" A guard slammed open a door quickly.
"Jacobi, there's a fleet of ships coming towards this planet, they took down three of our ships before they even had a chance to fire back." The same guard said, rushing in.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jacobi slammed his glass down.
"We're being attacked!" The guard said.
"Who is it? The alliance?" Jacobi stood up and motioned for Grant to do so as well.
"No, We had a short video feed of one of the ships, They don't look like anything we've ever seen." The guard led Jacobi and Grant to a room hidden from all the others, it looked like Jacobi's command center.
"It has to be the blue suns. Eclipse? No, they don't make custom ships. Maybe the blood pack." Jacobi muttered, watching the video of the ships.
"We've prepared a shuttle for you, boss, it's outside. Come on!"
Grant followed Jacobi and the guard. Everyone inside the mansion was running outside or grabbing weapons and getting armed. Jacobi pulled out a pistol from his side as they rushed outside.
When they reached the doors, an explosion had blown out the nearby windows. As the doors opened, they could see what had caused it, the shuttle had been blown apart.
Ships were out in the distance. They didn't look like normal ships, adorned in all silver with dark red highlights from wires connecting to the cannons which were firing at various points in the colony.
"What the...?" Jacobi said under his breath.
Small circular pods were sent from the large ships to the ground. Jacobi ran toward the other side of his mansion, possibly going to another shuttle, or a ship.
Grant was frozen, stuck on what was happening outside. He went out to get a better look. The ships were all over, firing at the colony from so many areas.
He picked up an assault rifle from the dead body of a turian guard and ran down toward the colony as he saw the cannons of one of the ships attack the mansion. People were running everywhere, Grant pushed through the crowds, looking for a ship.
And then he saw them.
The things that were attacking were not a race of alien he had seen before. They looked adorned in silver armor from the top of their heads to their feet. Crimson lines leading from their hands, head, and feet to their chest. Their faces were obscured by the silver headpiece, which only left a hole for their eyes. They had large blotches of brown along their legs and arms, and some on the top of their helmets. The group of three in front of him carried a black-silver weapon, it was twisted, the grip fitting their hands easily, but looked complicated for anyone else to hold. On their body, small, things lied upon them, they looked like a stomach would on the inside of a human.
Grant's eyes opened wide. They spoke in a tounge he couldn't understand as they opened fire on the crowds of colonists. He immediately ran to the left, as they shot into the crowd. He took cover against a wall and peered out. They killed the colonists quickily. Grant took aim and shot one of them. The bullet hit and it recoiled, not ready for the blow it had just taken. But it recovered quickly and fired back. Grant took off, knowing when he was losing a fight. He ran throughout the alleyways, turning left and right, trying to get away from the sounds of their guns firing.
"Grant." Special Operations Yousef Adell, holding a small stack of papers, called. A soldier quickly got up and stood in front of him.
"Yes, sir?" The soldier asked, hands behind his back.
"You do know what you're getting yourself into, boy? This is some deep shit, And you're not going to have any support from Alliance. You're on your own." Yousuf explained, knowing that the soldier in front of him was either going to be a hero, or dead by next week.
"I know what I signed up for, sir." Grant stood at attention until Yousuf handed him the papers.
"Your name is Randal O'Brien, your "escapades" include murder, theft, grand larceny, and robberies across multiple systems. All your information is in the packet, good luck and god speed." Yousef quietly left the room, leaving Grant with the papers. Grant sat down, taking in all the papers. They detailed many things, from Randal's many crimes to his associates, all the way to the way he did what he did, bu the picture was not of O'Brien, it was of Joshua Grant, formerly Alliance Military.
The target was millionaire Oliver Pertua Jacobi. He was a high profile criminal, anyone who had ever watched any news segment on him could tell he was a criminal. But the massive amounts of money he had was the only thing keeping him from a jail cell. He had the best team of lawyers money could buy.
Anything he could have been connected to was dismissed, any evidence was either gone or inadmissible.
His mansion was guarded well, so he was impossible to get to. But O'Brien was his ticket in.
The following weeks went by quick, the preperations and studying everything the man had done since his first prank in kindergarden. Grant was now O'Brien.
Grant had a private shuttle booked, all for him, heading to Jacobi's mansion. The planet Jacobi was on had a few human colonies spread throughout. But Jacobi was the biggest thing there. His building almost towered over the rest.
As the shuttle approached the mansion, Grant could see a clear glimpse everything it had to offer. Guards stationed at the balconies, around the outside. He spared no expense to make sure every inch was fortified. As the shuttle slowed to a landing, a couple of guards, along with Jacobi, came out to greet "O'Brien".
"Welcome, Mr. O'Brien." A guard was standing at the entrance, wielding a M-8 Avenger.
Joshua stepped out of the shuttle, ignoring the guard greeting him, and walked to Jacobi, who stood with a smirk.
"O'Brien, nice to finally make your acquaintance, I hope you found the shuttle to be to your liking." he said, the grin still plastered on his face.
"It was a little too cramped, Let us get down to business shall we?" Grant said, keeping with O'Brien's profile.
"Ah yes, Come." Jacobi turned and started to walk toward the house, the guards behind Grant pushed him along.
Grant was led to the living room. It was adorned with ancient armors and statues. Priceless pieces from wars and different times. Animal heads and rugs from other systems. The finest antique furniture citadel space has to offer. Grant sat down on the couch adjacent to the one Jacobi sat.
"Let's get down to buisness, shall we?" Jacobi waved his hand at one of the guards, who came in a minute later with serrice ice brandy.
"Yes, we shall. I hav-" A guard slammed open a door quickly.
"Jacobi, there's a fleet of ships coming towards this planet, they took down three of our ships before they even had a chance to fire back." The same guard said, rushing in.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jacobi slammed his glass down.
"We're being attacked!" The guard said.
"Who is it? The alliance?" Jacobi stood up and motioned for Grant to do so as well.
"No, We had a short video feed of one of the ships, They don't look like anything we've ever seen." The guard led Jacobi and Grant to a room hidden from all the others, it looked like Jacobi's command center.
"It has to be the blue suns. Eclipse? No, they don't make custom ships. Maybe the blood pack." Jacobi muttered, watching the video of the ships.
"We've prepared a shuttle for you, boss, it's outside. Come on!"
Grant followed Jacobi and the guard. Everyone inside the mansion was running outside or grabbing weapons and getting armed. Jacobi pulled out a pistol from his side as they rushed outside.
When they reached the doors, an explosion had blown out the nearby windows. As the doors opened, they could see what had caused it, the shuttle had been blown apart.
Ships were out in the distance. They didn't look like normal ships, adorned in all silver with dark red highlights from wires connecting to the cannons which were firing at various points in the colony.
"What the...?" Jacobi said under his breath.
Small circular pods were sent from the large ships to the ground. Jacobi ran toward the other side of his mansion, possibly going to another shuttle, or a ship.
Grant was frozen, stuck on what was happening outside. He went out to get a better look. The ships were all over, firing at the colony from so many areas.
He picked up an assault rifle from the dead body of a turian guard and ran down toward the colony as he saw the cannons of one of the ships attack the mansion. People were running everywhere, Grant pushed through the crowds, looking for a ship.
And then he saw them.
The things that were attacking were not a race of alien he had seen before. They looked adorned in silver armor from the top of their heads to their feet. Crimson lines leading from their hands, head, and feet to their chest. Their faces were obscured by the silver headpiece, which only left a hole for their eyes. They had large blotches of brown along their legs and arms, and some on the top of their helmets. The group of three in front of him carried a black-silver weapon, it was twisted, the grip fitting their hands easily, but looked complicated for anyone else to hold. On their body, small, things lied upon them, they looked like a stomach would on the inside of a human.
Grant's eyes opened wide. They spoke in a tounge he couldn't understand as they opened fire on the crowds of colonists. He immediately ran to the left, as they shot into the crowd. He took cover against a wall and peered out. They killed the colonists quickily. Grant took aim and shot one of them. The bullet hit and it recoiled, not ready for the blow it had just taken. But it recovered quickly and fired back. Grant took off, knowing when he was losing a fight. He ran throughout the alleyways, turning left and right, trying to get away from the sounds of their guns firing.