"This is SSV Normandy II, request permission to dock Citadel Control" A voice said over the radio, a slight Irish accent behind it.

"Confirmed, transfering you to an Alliance Operator" came back, followed by the sound of the radio changing channels.

"Normandy, you are clear for docking"

The starship made its way into the docks, being directed by an Alliance Dock where she could be resupplied. The frigate had been on patrol for a few days, and exhausted a good portion of its supplies.

Curtis watched as Matthew piloted the sleek vessel into the docks, not even moving as it locked into place with the citadel. He was glad to be back in friendly territory, the colonies were ripe with crime, and the Geth were never good for anyone.

"Good job Maverick, tell the crew that they all have shore leave when they want to take it, i plan on letting them take the most of their time back" He announced, the pilot turning back to him.

"Of course capitan, Ill be sure to make use of it ASAP" Matt said with a smile.

Curtis turned, leaving the bridge. Most of the crew had left to go to sleep already, having done such after leaving hostile territory. He took no notice of it, turning and making his way down to Enginnering.

He smiled as he saw Crystal working on the Mako, changing out a broken thruster regulator. He watched her work on it for a second, not alerting her to his presence.

"Nice work Lithum, you know your way around this Hardware" He said.

Crystal looked up, smiling as she noticed it was Curtis. She looked back down, continuing to work.

"Of course Capitan, never hurts to know how to fix something you depend on" She told him.

She finished, refitting the armor that protected the thruster system. She put the tools back quickly, cleaning up the minimal mess around the vehicle.

"The crew is going out for drinks, you wanna come along Lithum?" he asked, watching her clean up.

She stopped, thinking about it for a second, then answered.

"Alright, let me get cleaned up first, ill meet you at the airlock in... oh 15 minutes?"

He nodded, stepping aside to allow her to make her way up to the second deck. He waited a few minutes, watching as a few soldiers messed with their rifles before doing the same.

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He changed into his Casual Dress, as most of the soldiers did. He should wear armor, but he was going out for drinks, not battle. He walked to the airlock, seeing Crystal leaning agianst the wall near it.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Of course" She shot back.

They left, walking into the airlock and out to the elevators to C-Sec.

{{ Continued in Choras Den }}

The GSV Omega flew towards the citadel, Leo XV having thought ahead and told the fleet to wait.

"This is GSV Omega requesting permission to dock" Staff Lieutenant Variul said.

"GSV Omega your ship has interacted with Geth ships, your permission is..."

"Wait" Leo XV said "The ships are rebel geth, they are free of indoctrination"

"..." the comm went silent for a second, then "GSV Omega you are clear to land, but you are to report straight to the Destiny Ascension first"

Leo XV would've sighed if he could "Vira, Vena, bring us to the Destiny Ascension , Phon, Gen, Karios, your with me" he said as the ship flew towards the flagship.

(Continued in Citadel space, Ill need someone to rp the council.)
EDIT:Changed a few things.

Tyrus Melcinus waited calmly as the crew of the Kowloon class freighter unloaded his latest stock of equipment and weapons. Nearby, a human C-Sec officer was inspecting each container with a scanner as they rolled off the ship. Most ships would normally have their cargo put through bulk scanners for contraband, but for Tyrus, C-Sec always insisted on manually searching his crates.

Each time they check and each time they find nothing, he mused to himself.

The C-Sec officer was soon finished. "One day we will find something, Melcinus." the officer stated half joking, half serious.

"Why officer, you make it sound as if I have something to hide. I assure you I am an honest trader."

"Yeah, that's the problem," the officer laughed. "You're too damn honest. That makes you suspicious. No trader is this straight which means you have to be hiding something!"

Tyrus gave a hearty chuckle. "You wound me, my good man. You wound me deeply. Well, I best be getting this back to the shop. Thank you for your... assistance, officer."

"Whatever, we'll get you one day."

"Indeed, officer. Indeed."

((Continued in the Wards))

Curtis and Crystal ran off the elevator, turning the corner and entering the Airlock. Curtis switched his radio on quickly, Crystal initiating the decon procedure.

"Maverick, were in the airlock, get going now!" he shouted.

The ship responded instead of Joker, the bumps of the ship leaving the dock being felt in the airlock. Curtis hated decon, but its nesscesary so he accepted it.

The ships thrusters engaged, the Normandy shooting off to the nearest Mass Relay.

{ Continued in Lionel }

Ledrin rubbed his hands together, smearing more grease across his pale jumpsuit. 'Well Cap'n, I don't think she will be giving you many more headaches.' The captain, a squat volus, nodded, and, without another word, trotted to the ship, swiping his credit chip over Ledrin's outstretched omnitool. Ledrin grinned. With Hik Niron's payment, he was now the almost proud owner of a second-hand Noverian float-bike, salarian built, turian tested and Rachni damaged. Or, at least, that was the rumor. He threw a casual salute to the volus, and wandered away from the drydock. The wards were his destination, but rather than take the long walk or cramped speed ride to the markets near Chora's, he decided to take the serviceways. He liked solitude, and the only things he'd meet there were keepers. It was an uneventful walk, and it gave him time to contemplate his work. He was relatively young for a turian, and unusually gifted with machinery. Hell, he could give a quarian a run for its money with a ship engine, but his real passion was single person, atmospheric vehicles. He owned none, true, but he was in love with the idea of the float-bike. He was already planning his first trip on the beautiful thing when he left the tunnels and reached the markets.
(Continued in the wards)

((Continued from Chora's Den))

Taql walked into the docking bay to see his ship the Battosai in the same old perfect condition he was used to seeing it in. He began making his ascent to get to the air lock so he could enter the ship.

Neovgre watched the Krogan approach the ship, and she silently hoped that the ship was indeed his. She casually walked near the Krogan, for it would look suspicious to walk right at him. When she was near enough, she turned and moved up fairly close to the Krogan from behind, pulling a pistol from it's location on her hip and placing it firmly into the Krogan's back, but out of sight from most cameras and wandering eyes.

"Tungsten AP rounds." Neovgre said, her eyes flashing with each syllable as her Hanar-esque voice reached the Krogan's ears "More than enough to pierce your armor and bounce around in you insides rather painfully before you die. I do not want too harm you, and I also want your cooperation. Open your ship, you're going to have a few visitors."

Taql raised his arms up and smiled at himself. 'The one day I forget to bring my trusty shot gun.' He thought while he sighed. He continued his was to the door of the ship and spoke into a small voice box.

"Risana, open the door for me would you. Also, prepare the guest rooms as well. We have a couple of guests joining us on the ship." Taql said as the airlock opened and he looked back at the hijacker. He tried to tell who it was but couldn't tell. He decided no harm could come from asking the girl some questions. "So if you don't mind me asking can I get your name please? I do like to know the names of my guests that come onto my ship." Taql said with a serious face.

"You can call me Neo for now." Neovgre said, keeping the pistol pointed at the Krogan's back as she brought her other hand up to access her comlink, switching over to an Espada-only channel "I have secured a ship, come to the docks quietly... and do not cause problems along the way."

The SSV Midway pulled into dock. For the last two years, she had been used mostly as an exploration ship, mapping uncharted areas of space, finding new planets...

Her time out of combat duty, however, had come to an end.

Hal watched the Midway dock, and thought

"I haven't stepped on this thing in 2 whole years... wonder how much has changed?"

"Docking clamps closed and locked. Access gantry in position and locked. Powering down flight and weapon systems... venting heat... Checklist is green, Commander. Activating airlock. We're cleared for shore leave."

Hal stood up from his command chair, and stepped onto the docks walkway.

"Feels almost like... almost like home..." he muttered to himself, taking in the sights of the bay.

A transport pulled up next to Taql's ship. Ethan, Tyrus and Alex stepped out of the transport with their bags. They walked up to the ship and saw that the door was open. They all walked in.

Ethan threw his bags on the floor and sat down.

"Good job, Neo. You really know how to be subtle." Ethan said.

Taql watched as the transport ships entered the area and revealed what looked to be some counter parts to Neo's little plan. He looked back at the new comers and realized they were probably all convicted felons. He rolled his eyes as the new comers came up to him and his kidnapper.

"Listen up you guys, you guys had best keep me alive otherwise this ship will never get off of the docking bay clamps. The ships VI Risana only activates the ship when I say to." Taql said as he began getting a little annoyed at the situation. "The ship is voice activated in other words and you need me alive to fly it."

"No need to worry krogan. We won't kill you or even harm you. I was going to kill you, but you should be grateful that Neo got to you first. We just need to borrow this ship. We will let you go once we get to our destination." Ethan told Taql.

Ethan began to walk around the ship checking it out.

Lagging slightly behind the others, Tyrus was checking the two bags he was carrying to make sure they had everything.

"Dextro-protein food bars for me, check. Multi-vitamin food liquids for Neovgre, check. Long-life field rations for Alex, check, and what appears to be some dubious muscle building protein shakes, check. Must be Ethan's."

Making his way inside the ship, Tyrus looked at Ethan who was talking to Talq Starkiller.

"Sh*t! It's that krogan Spectre from the bar." he thought to himself. Unzipping the other bag, Tyrus pulled out an opaque helmet that hid his face and put it on. A quick look inside the open would reveal a motley assortment of illegal weapons.

"Why the hell did Neo steal a Spectre's ship!" Tyrus was thinking. "I'm going to have a long talk with Ethan and Neogvre about subtlety and planning."

Letting Ethan do the talking, Tyrus slipped past to find a room to drop the bags in and secure them.

After Neovgre knew that she and her friends would be safe in the ship, she slowly removed her pistol from her the Krogan's back.

"I apologize for such... underhanded methods of acquiring a ride for us." Neovgre whispered to the Krogan when the others were out of earshot "We are in a hurry and can afford to waste no time in neither bartering nor asking. I will gladly compensate you for the trip we need to make, as well as for the trouble we may and have caused you. I simply ask that you forget we were ever here in return."

Neovgre stepped in front of the Krogan and smiled her own unique 'eye-smile', for she had neither a nose nor a mouth to produce a normal smile.

"I see no reason to slay someone who's on the same side as I." Neovgre finished, before she turned to enter the ship.

Taql rolled his eyes as he followed the girl into the ship and began going through his daily routine to start the job. He was tapping the buttons on the control console and looked to make sure none of the kids were messing around in his ship.

"Make sure you guys don't touch anything that you would later regret." Taql said as he began walking to the bridge of his ship. "I wouldn't want to be threatened to lose my postion for blowing up the Citadel and killing a bunch of kidnappers at the same time." Taql said brushing off the hijackers on his way to his seat.

He sat down and began punching some more buttons and when finished his VI appeared. "Risana, prepare the ship for immediate departure. We are going to........" Taql stopped realizing he didn't know where it was the kids were going. "So, where to kids?" Taql said with a fake smile.

"Caution is advicable." Zangetsu let out.

Alex's mouth shot open "Twyce already, you must be really chatty today." He turned to Taql "Sorry if it seems like he's dead weight. Zangetsu doesn't talk much."

Tyrus secured the bags in the cargo hold, placing a stasis lock over them. The lock prevented tampering and would stand up to most conventional lockpicking methods.

"So, where to kids?" he heard Talq ask as he walked into bridge.

"Feros. Zhu's Hope." Tyrus replied, using a voice scrambler and short sentences to prevent any identification of his voice.

Neovgre went and found one of the guest rooms. Noticing it was about as sparse as her own apartment.

'Not that one would expect a Krogan to have anything too lavish of course...' Neovgre reasoned as she sat down on the bed and sighed, though you'd have to be able to read her eyes to tell that.

She didn't like having to threaten and force her way into things, but some things required it. She decided to wait in 'her' room until someone came to either get her or speak to her. To busy herself, she got out one of her silenced HMWPs and began tearing apart and reassembling it as fast as she could.

Taql nodded his head and began to type yet again into the control panel on his seat on the bridge. The VI then began to swirl around the room, showing that it was busy preparing for the take off. He noticed some of the kids jumped back when Risana came close to 'hitting' them. Taql laughed at the sight. "No need to be scared of little Risana." Taql said with a smile as he heard the turbines of the engine begin to whirl around in the back of the ship. "She is just a VI so she can't do much to you." Taql then sat back in his chair, waiting for the ship to take off in the next 15 minutes or so.

Tyrus stepped back from the amusing VI spectacle and went to check on the others. He found Neo stripping and assembling her pistol at a phenomenal rate.

"Easy girl, you might shoot someone with that." Tyrus chuckled her reaction, the assembled gun sweeping up in a blink to point at him as he entered the room. "You should be careful not to slide the barrel in too fast.. You'll reduce the tolerance on the magnetic rails and your shot will go wide."

"We've started take-off procedures. I've no idea if you've made arrangements for the trip back from Feros. If not, let me know. I'll make some arrangements with a contact of mine."

"Oh, and by the way," Tyrus jerked his head in the direction of the bridge. "Talq back there doesn't know who I am with this helmet on. I'd like to keep it that way. It's bad enough to maintain a cover without a Spectre poking around."

'I already know about the magrail system, but it is easily corrected by the improved scram rail system I've installed.' Neovgre thought to herself, though she wasn't that she was angry or irritated at his correcting her assumed actions; she simply knew it to be fact, and couldn't stop thinking.

"I will go ahead and tell you that I have not made arrangements, and it would be best to not give Taql any more reason to recall who we are, though he may not care any way." Neovgre said as she sheathed her pistol at her hip "And don't worry 'Kratos', I won't let him know who you are."

She gave him an eye-smile as she got to her feet once more and stretched slightly.

"You didn't happen to bring any of my drinks with you, did you?" she asked Tyrus, hoping that he did.

Taql began clicking a few buttons on his control console and decided to play a little game with his kidnappers. "You know if you want to keep your identities to yourself, make sure you cover the cameras and speak in whispers. By the way nice to see you again Tyrus. Chora's Den right there?" Taql laughed into the microphone and closed the visual camera to the room. He once again decided to relax in his chair and waited for everyone to get situated and for the ship to take off.

"You know if you want to keep your identities to yourself, make sure you cover the cameras and speak in whispers. By the way nice to see you again Tyrus. Chora's Den right there?"

Tyrus froze then sighed. He removed his helmet and spoke aloud.

"I swear, if the council didn't need you and I wasn't stuck on your ship, you would be taking a looonng walk in the void. Now, if you will excuse me..."

Tyrus flicked a few buttons on his omnitool. Instantly, a scrambling field covered the room, preventing electronic and mundane surveillance.

"Now then," Tyrus said to Neo as he reached into his pack. "I believe the lady ordered a drink?"

He threw the container to Neo then he reached into his pack again and pulled out a dextro-protein snack bar.

"You know, Executor Pein didn't include much on his report on you when you joined us." Tyrus began as he munched on the bar. "I've heard rumours of some bioengineering on Noveria. I picked up things here and there when I'm getting new weapons but never really paid much attention. I'm more of a hardware type of guy."

"Two years ago, a contact of mine said that the rumour mill had going that one of the bio companies made a breakthrough. Makes one wonder what that breakthrough was."

"Not a company; a single Salarian scientist by the name of Dr. Grzcyne." Neovgre said as she opened up the drink, and subsequently the slit that was her mouth.

Many people said it was... odd or creepy how Neovgre got her nutrition, but she felt it wasn't that bad. It was annoying having to have everything in either liquid form or pureed, but she got used to it. She continued her explanation after downing a good half of her drink.

"He was trying to produce the perfect creature; one of intellect, physical prowess, and longevity. He failed countless times, and whether he completed it or not was unknown. I do know, however, that I was his latest creation, but whether I am the perfect one, I do not know." Neovgre explained "I am effectively a chimera of countless citadel species. My body is the product of Quarian genetics, my face and further body type is the product of the Turian in me. My naturally armored skin is due to Krogan genetics, and I am a natural biotic due to Asari genes. The Hanar is what give my eyes their glow, and allows me to speak as one, and my ability to adapt, as well as my 'hair', is due to human DNA. Also, my reflexes and intellect are due to Salarian DNA, while my physical abilities of strength are the result of Elcor genetics."

Neovgre then smiled at Tyrus, using only her eyes of course.

"I think the only species not in me are the Volus and the Batarians." Neovgre said with a resounding chuckle "But anyway, as I know you are probably wondering this: yes, I am technically only two years old, a mere infant in the eyes of all but the Salarians."

Taql was still listening in on the conversation and found the threats dished by Tyrus somewhat amusing. He then heard with great attention to the other one in the room. He found it rather hard to imagine anything like what the girl was. She was almost every species imaginable in the galaxy and Taql found that disturbing. Whatever that scientist was trying to do, he was mad as far as he was concerned. He then remembered that these kids had no way to get off the planet unless he got them off. He rolled his eyes and pushed the microphone button on his control panel. "Listen, um..." Taql said while rolling his eyes. "If you all want a ride off the planet then I guess I can get you guys off there. You just have to promise to not shoot me." Taql said with serious emphasis on the shooting part of his sentence.

"We'll let you know when we get there." Tyrus replied. Then he stared disgustedly at his scrambler. "I thought this thing worked."

Tyrus pulled Neo over to the corner and motioned for her to use her protected comm.

"Back to what you said about your age. Age is not everything. Take a look at Espada #2. Younger than both Ethan and I, yet deadlier than us."

Tyrus paused arranging the words in his head.

"It's not how long we have lived but what we have experienced in that time. And it is not how long we have been using our skills but how well we can use them."

"I am not the most senior agent in the organisation. I do not have the subtlety of Espada #1. I do not have the deadliness of Espada #2. I do not have the aggression and tenacity of Ethan and I am nowhere near you in the power of my biotics. But when we need something hard to find, something hard to acquire, everyone comes to me. Because that is what I bring to this organisation and that is what I do best."

Tyrus paused.

"That, and also keeping Ethan in line though I might as well fight a waterfall." He shrugged.

"Don't sell yourself short, kid. You here because you are capable and that's all that matters to us. Plus you make Ethan look clumsy, something I thoroughly worship you for." Tyrus quipped with a cheeky turian grin.

Neovgre smiled her same eye-smile as before.

"Thank you, Tyrus. You speak nothing that I have not thought and reasoned through before, but it is... comforting to hear from someone else as well." Neovgre said into ther secure channel, as she was able to focus her unique voice ONLY into her mike "As for Ethan, all he has to do is think before he acts, and he would be a wonderful ally. As it is... unless we need him to destroy something or blow something up, he is... hm... I can only remember the human phrase it seems, but he is a 'bull in a china shop'."

She then decided to finish off her drink, knowing that she would most likely have to 'make' her own food sometime during the trip; a side effect of her multitude of genetics: she had a metabolism that could put a Salarian to shame at times.

Taql tried to over hear the conversation between the two but couldn't get through. He realized they were probably talking over a closed channel and rolled his eyes. He looked at his control panel and decided it only be fair with the kids. Taql pressed a few buttons and suddenly a large energy wave went through the room. He flicked the microphone button on his panel and began speaking to the two. "You know I have two rules on my ship. One, don't take anything off the ship without my knowing. Second, I don't like it when people keep secrets from me." Taql then gave off a chuckle as he remembered Tyrus earlier complaing about his equipment not working against his own. "Gotta love being a Spectre." Taql said to himself smiling.

"You know I have two rules on my ship. One, don't take anything off the ship without my knowing. Second, I don't like it when people keep secrets from me."

Tyrus smirked at the irony of the statement. Espada operated under secrecy by the direction of the Council and here was a Council Spectre, who by Council direction ferrets out secrets, complaining about their secrecy.

"Looks like the grumpy krogan has had enough. I'll check in on Ethan and Alex and give them the heads up. You can go back to playing with your guns, Neo." He turned towards the door.

"Oh, and one more thing. Check Ethan's file when you get the chance. He's not all what he seems. Be careful with him."

And with that parting comment, Tyrus left the room in search of Ethan.

Alex was rounding the corner when he heard Tyrus's comment about Ethan. He put his hand on Tyrus's shoulder "You don't need to worry about Ethan, We do background checks on EVERYONE who joins our ranks, inculding myself. Whether he's lying or not is irrelevant. We know all there is to know about him, but that is Pein's concern, not yours.".

Before Tyrus could respond Zangetsu said "Faith in your seniors. Faith in the Espada.".

"Ethan has seen things. He may not all be there." Tyrus tapped his helmet. He also activated the coded message transmitter in the same motion. A message passed over to Alex.

"The krogan is recording us. We may be able to trust him but his goals may conflict with ours. The less he knows about Espada, the better."

Tyrus continued to speak. "There were two incidents today. One occurred just after we left Chora's Den. The other before we left the shop. He displayed a change in behaviour and an unusual eye discolouration. I trust Pein, so I'll trust Ethan. But I worry about him."

"I've heard of this but didn't think Ethan had it." Alex looked like he was thinking.

"It's a form of multiple personnality disorder. The case is very rare, and it's barely noticable." He messaged Tyrus.

Neovgre, rather than tearing into her guns again, decided to leave her companions alone for a bit.

"I'm going to go see the resident Spectre." Neovgre stated before heading towards the door "By the way, I'll remember to check the background information on Ethan when I get the chance."

She then left the room that had basically become her temporary quarters, though now two others were occupying it, and headed towards the Spectre's location.

((Leaving this open in case Rasen get's back and wants to hit up Neovgre for a conversation along the way.))

Tyrus replied to Alex. "We'll check him in with an asari, see if they can poke around his head and help him out."

"We'll continue to monitor his performance." came the secret message.

"Heck, I'll pay for him to see the consort! If only to embarrass him in front of Leonne Rousseau!" Tyrus let out a small chuckle, then noticed Alex's questioning look.

"Ethan has an infatuation with the owner of Chora's Den. Beautiful woman, by your human standards. Very capable as well. The krogan can tell you a bit about her."

Another message flicked over. "Dangerous women, very intelligent and resourceful. Ex-intelligence is my guess. No idea from which organisation."

"STO and TEARS, both very dangerous and capable organizations. We have them work with us should the mission require it. Leonne Rousseau was born in france. And she is a most capable ally. She knows our organization exists but byond that nothing." Alex messaged him. "So he's finally found a girl he likes huh, good for him." Alex said for the camera's.

"Possible liability. Observations required." Zangetsu said. It was obvious what he was thinking. Zangetsu was suspicious of this 'capable' woman.

"Ms. Rousseau has a rather dramatic effect on your species. I could practically... taste, the pheromones in the room. Her mannerisms suggest that she may have learned behavioural patterns from the asari."

Tyrus paused in thought.

"Although I do remember some illicit human materials that was hidden by mistake in one of my weapon shipments. A package of vids depicting partially undressed human females acting in apparently sensual fashion. Perhaps your species is already naturally gifted."

"Believe me, our species has been doing that sort of thing since we began. Ever since couple stopped have their 'moments' together they've wanted pictures, videos, anything to put the spark back in it." Alex told him. Personnaly if he met a girl he liked she'd porbably be a mass slughterer like he was.

"Curious. This is one of the differences that separates our species. My race tends to be somewhat less overt. We find arousal in more than promiscuity. Characteristics and inner strength can provoke stronger reactions. A strong female leader in a turian society will claim more suitors than others."

Tyrus shrugged. He didn't expect humans to really understand, just as much as he didn't understand their ways.

"That my friend is what's called politics. Been around longer than you think for both our species. Why do you think Terra Firma did all thosse freedom speaches. Politics." Alex explained, he almost laughed at an Espada not know that was simply politics.