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PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 8:34 am 
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Dear Sir or Madam,
You have been carefully selected to join our ranks and help fight against the dark evil in this universe. Your skill set, knowledge and history stand out against others, this is why we have contacted you. You will be payed for your service and will receive many benefits and rewards with each mission you complete.

Want to know who we are? In a week, come to Apartment 5631B in the Presidium Commons on the Citadel. We will be waiting for you.


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It had been years. The Citadel looked so different after the rebuild. C-Sec guards stood at every doorway, guns in hand and ready to fight if trouble should arise. Most of the guards at posts were Turians, humans seemed to walk around doing menial tasks. The diversity of species on the space station was unlike any other. Quarians, Drell, Asari, Krogan, Elcor. The list went on.

Elazia found herself in awe, every culture all under one roof - so to speak. Eyes danced around the docking bay, taking in all the information she could. Why didn't she come to the Citadel more often? And what are those weird bug type things? Ah, Keepers. She'd heard about those before.

The young Asari made her way through the space station, stopping at the large door that was stationed by two Turians. She was dressed in her usual armour, a black catsuit with a deep purple panel running down the torso. Her M-6 Carnifex and M-4 Shuriken were strapped to either thigh.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, M'am." One of them apologised, typing on the computer screen in front of him. A large scanner came down like a blanket over her, before flying back up and zapping away.

"Welcome back to the Citadel, Elazia." He greeted, signalling to the doors that split open and allowed her through.

The Asari thanked the two guards, giving them a bright smile before walking through into the Citadel. Mouth opened as she took in the sights. "Wow." She mumbled to herself. She'd seen a lot in her short time, but nothing would compete with the Citadel. It was just so... beautiful. Enough looking around, though. Elazia had somewhere to be. She made her way to one of the elevators on the other side of the room, gracefully slipping through the gap as the doors began to shut. A human family were already inside, they huddled together to make room for her. "Thanks!" She chimed, hovering her hand over the Presidium Commons button.

"Next stop: Presidium Commons." The robotic voice said overhead, before the elevator took off. When the doors opened again, she had arrived where she needed to be. She danced over to one of the electronic signs, following them until she had made her way to the apartments. "5631B... 6351B?" She muttered to herself, trying to remember the number of the apartment. "56..13B?" She sighed, pulling out a datapad and looking through her emails. "5631B." She confirmed, slipping the pad back into her backpack.

The Asari slowly walked down the corridor, eyeballing each door until she found the one she was looking for. It stood out from the rest, a large camera was positioned to the right of the door. Elazia knocked and almost instantaneously, the camera flicked round to look her over. It zoomed in and out as she stood frozen in place. Still scanning, still scanning and... The door clicked open, splitting into two and allowing her to enter.

She stepped in cautiously, looking around the room. Empty. There was no one here. A white circular table with 6 chairs was positioned in the center of the room. Elazia placed a hand on her gun, just in case.

"Hello?" She called out. But there was no response.

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PostPosted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 7:58 pm 

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"An alien walks among us but his irises aren't human, his irises aren't human because Reapers are the only gods he's ever known," Rezekiel finished his poem with a flurry, shooting flyers into the crowd for Omega's Red Laterns' next performance. People clapped him on the back, gave him hugs, asked him countless questions about both the troupe and himself personally, and asked if he had any books to sell.

Rezekiel wasn't unappreciative of the attention, particularly when it involved a lot of people giving him free drinks, but life did tend to get exhausting when you were a such a social being for a large part of it, which is why Rezekiel had decided that for the first time since forming his troupe, he could take a bit of a vacation. He planned for it to be only about two weeks, but he figured it'd be just what he needed to recharge his creative juices again.

A few hours later he walked out of the Citadel bar, mumbling excuses to the patrons about having other business to attend to. It wasn't entirely a lie; he had received a message on his omni-tool earlier that had caught his attention, but he was still unsure about whether or not it was some sort of prank or trap. He quickly decided that he wasn't scared of any fool traps laid out for him and took an elevator to check it out. After five minutes of lousy music, he finally exited onto the Presidium Commons to a noise of flowing water and whizzing skycars. He shuddered a bit, feeling the humidity in the air.

Quickly moving to the apartment wing designated on the message, he traced a hand along the wall until he found the right apartment. There was no one waiting outside and the whole hall seemed oddly quiet. Rezekiel put a hand on his gun and clenched his other fist in anticipation as he slid the door open, quickly looking in both directions as he did just as an asari said, "Hello?"

Rezekiel recoiled slightly but didn't draw his gun. It seemed she was as confused as he was. "Did you get the message too?" he asked, taking another step into the room and looking around for any suspicious traces.

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 9:45 am 
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The Citadel. It'd been a while since Iudex had been here last. Assassinations tended to be more commonly sought after in the 'less civilised' parts of the Galaxy. Still It had been a while since his last job and Iudex didn't really want to start dipping into his savings yet. Iudex removed his helmet and winced slightly as he was dazzled by the brightness of his surroundings. Everything here was so clean, so bright. All polished steel and perfectly clean glass, uniformed officials and other staff milled about with obvious purpose, all so organised. Streamlined. Iudex smirked. Nothing like Omega he thought. Eyes now adjusted to the light, Iudex mag-locked his helmet to his hip and walked towards a signposted elevator. A Turian guard stood either side of the door. Iudex saluted them, at first the officers seemed confused, but upon seeing the Blackshield insignia emblazoned on Iudex's chest they snapped into a sharp salute. Iudex pressed the button to call the elevator down. He nodded to the guards.

"You're a Blackshield?" Asked one of them

Iudex didn't reply. It was partly ingrained in him not to talk about any aspect of the Turian Spec Ops unit. Also, He didn't want to.

"What's it like?" The same guard asked again, he seemed excited, enamoured even, with the idea that he was talking with a Blackshield. Iudex understood why. It was considered one of the highest honours to serve the Turian cause in such a way. But that was by people who hadn't experienced what it was to be a Blackshield. An awkward silence now held between Iudex and the guard. He decided to fill it.

"I used to be a Blackshield, yeah."

"Used to?"

The elevator arrived and the doors slid apart accompanied by a chime. Iudex stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to take him the Commons.

"Yeah, used to." He replied flatly.

"Well... what happened?". They guard was obviously puzzled.

"They all died. Badly."

Iudex caught a brief glimpse of a half horrified, half pitiful expression cross the guard's face before the doors shut. The lift began to move and Iudex replaced his Helmet. Some people found the confines of an all enclosing suit of armour to be claustrophobic. Not Iudex.The data relays, vital signs and environmental information being beamed directly onto his eyes by his helmet made him feel in control of and given situation that he was in. Iudex snapped himself away from the data on his HUD and realised he was tightly gripping the handle of his Carnifex. Too many contract negotiations gone badly had trained that behaviour into him. Best be able to shoot your way out if need be. There was another chime, signalling that the elevator had arrived at the Commons. He stepped out into the corridor and released his grip on his pistol. He scrolled through the information regarding this job that was being displayed on his HUD. Room 5631B. 5627...5629...5631. He listened carefully outside the door. listening for anything that might be pertinent or might tell him that he need to be ready for a fight. Nothing.

Iudex stepped in. he was Greeted by the sight of an Asari in a black and purple catsuit, and a yellow-skinned Drell with typically sharp features.

"So," Iudex said to them both, removing his helmet again. "Am I working with or for you? Either way," Iudex offered a hand to the Drell first, who was nearest him, "Iudex Artellan, Former Blackshield."

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PostPosted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 11:07 pm 

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While the commons weren't a very unfamiliar sight to Kayl by now, he remained somewhat unfamiliar with the area outside of where he visited for work related purposes. He was generally much more receptive to staying home than coming out here. But life had its hardships, some of which were caused by a Reaper heavily damaging the Citadel ward you lived on, and the offer of a well-paying job in these trying times wasn't something he'd just let pass by him. The mention of fighting was more than a little concerning, however. Kayl was a nervous enough person already, and while he tried to refrain from carrying around armament in civilized areas (partially out of worry that an N7 officer might recognize the shape of his gun and arrest him for theft), he wanted to be prepared in case something - or someone - tried to catch him off guard.

As he walked through the apartment block, he continuously checked his omni-tool. The orange glow was unproductive to the simultaneous attempt to keep a low profile. As he walked, he remained somewhat hunched over, his hood pulled further over his mask than it really needed to be. "It has to be somewhere around here," He mumbled to himself. The tone of his voice was distinctly accented, identifying him as an Idenna native to those who were familiar enough with quarian dialects to pick up on them. "Oh, keelah, I hope I'm not lost." He turned a corner within the building, just in time to catch sight of a very tall, very menacingly-dressed turian entering one of the rooms. Not exactly a normal sight for an apartment building, he thought, and he quietly hoped that he wasn't about to enter the same room.

Looking to the door he was nearest, he compared the number on it to the address of the meeting point in the message he'd gotten. Only a few doors down, exactly where the turian walked in, was the meeting point. Kayl visibly slumped and made a noise of regret, but continued on, balling one hand into a loose fist and wrapping his other's fingers around it, running his thumb back and forth. It was an obvious sign of anxiety, but the motions served as something of a reassurance to himself, a habit picked up and reinforced over the years. When he reached the room, he hovered around outside it, hesitant.

Was this job really worth it? Maybe he could go back home, do some extra repairs, or sell off some things he didn't need. Surely, there were less threatening ways to get funding. Kayl shifted on his feet a couple times as he considered it, but he didn't relent. With a deep inhale, he resolved to at least see what all this was about, and held a hand out to the door's controls. He froze up when the scanning lines of the wall-mounted camera looked him over, slowly raising his head to look up at it while it scanned him. He felt a bit awkward, and slowly raised a hand in greeting, as if someone was on the other side controlling the machine.

Suddenly, the door parted open, and he jumped a little from the suddenness of the movement with a quiet yelp. Inside, there stood the turian and two others, drell and asari. They looked much less immediately threatening, which was a relief, but he couldn't help but still feel intimidated as he walked through the door, his head moving side to side as he scoped the place out. It at least seemed to be a proper meeting room, so that was a good start. "I, uh, um...Hello," Kayl greeted, giving another very small wave to the others. "I got this message, saying to, um, come here? Does, does anyone know anything about that? At all?" He displayed his omni-tool as if to emphasize the fact that the job offer was on it, but failed to actually bring up the message itself. Clearly, he was feeling out of his wits in this situation.

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Master Sergeant Kaan Burakagzi had been assigned to the citadel for six months. The six longest months of his nineteen year career, marked chiefly by the politics in the upper echelons of LRS leadership and mind-numbing boredom. The latter was something he was accustomed to; the hurry-up and wait attitude of humanity’s military had not changed in hundreds of years on that token. However, a sheer lack of comradery was beginning to wear thin. His commanding officers had sent a memo around, in a back-room and entirely unprofessional sort of way, that he not to be gotten too close too and treated with ‘kid gloves’. That was a joke, every day it was one menial task after the next, or hours of sitting in an operations center in front of a communications array that had sat mostly silent for the previous six months in any case.

Compounding matters, he had spent several hours every week speaking with some kind of a mental health professional. An Asari who tried desperately to brand herself as something other than a medication dispensary. Punctuating the two hour long sessions were the medical scans, consultations, physical therapy, and the repeated stress and proficiency tests. He saw through these supposed ‘routine’ checks on his ability to function in his role, and resigned himself to living out the last year of his foreseeable career sitting on his hands. Today, however, he’d been milling over a message he’d received earlier in the week on his private terminal. It had to be better than what he normally did in the evenings. But first, he had yet another firing line functions assessment to attend to.

As with every previous such test, he reported to the range, kitted himself in his gear and moved to the firing line for a sequence of tests that ramped up in stress and difficulty over time. Starting with a simple range-zero and calibration, followed by a series of targets that appeared in a random sequence at a variety of ranges. Today he had a larger audience than usual—which was to say, he normally did not have an audience save for the drone that monitored his progress and reported his performance and vitals to the evaluator. It was a group of SRS soldiers, wearing crisp new uniforms and sporting haircuts that were a little higher and a little tighter than your average SRS grunt. Their ranks were also, relatively speaking, lower in the pecking order which meant that there would be an NCO around somewhere.

A voice chirped in his helmet, “Hey, want to do me a favor?”

It was a familiar voice from long ago, “Sure thing, Riddles. What do you need?” Kaan asked genially, genuinely happy to have finally bumped into someone he knew on the Citadel.

“I got a fresh set, I’m sure you see them over there playing grab-ass. Do you mind if they observe?” Riddles asked carefully.

“No worries,” he replied grinning under his helmet. “I’ll push it today, yeah?”

“I was counting on that, it’s always nice to see experience trump youth, eh?” Riddles said with a chuckle.

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Kaan pushed his body to the limit, soaring through each exercise in a record time he hadn’t seen in years. He felt invigorated, no one challenged him on the Citadel; they were either too afraid of his ribbon rack or worried he was going to fly off the chain. He knew his temper was legendary in some circles, but he had softened a lot over the years and only chewed out those soldiers that really needed it. After a quick chat with his old friend, and a short round robin with the young soldiers about what it was like to actually be in the field, he bid them a farewell. Kaan knew he would seem desperate, lonely, or crazy if he lingered any longer. Besides, it never hurt to give an impression to soldiers than a senior NCO’s time was valuable and finite. This was normally true, but in his case it was not.

He returned to the equipment room, and checked in most of his gear, but requested authorization to sign out his side-arm. A few tense moments passed, but the chief armorer was as Navy guy, and didn’t much care for the bonus reputation he knew that Kaan had received from his higher ups. It was nice to see that reputation and performance were still worth something to someone, even if it was well outside of his chain of command. Kaan placed the sidearm in a holster, and bundled the weapon up in his jacket before returning to his apartment to prepare to answer the mysterious missive he’d received.

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Kaan dressed in simple and casual civilian attire and donned his long brown jacket, under which he holstered his sidearm. Leaving his quarters, Burakgazi hailed a cab for the Commons and located Apartment 5631B. He was surprised to see the door open as he approached it, and he wondered for a moment if the door was equipped to scan his access credentials.
His stomach tightened for a moment, and Kaan glanced at his watch. On the other side of the door was a room with several people milling. He scanned the room and played it calmly, he was not the only one to get the invitation, but now several curious eyes were upon him. The occupants of the room hailed from different species and backgrounds. He saw an Asari, a Quarian, and a Turian. It was somewhat strange to be the only human in a room, but then perhaps it would have been more strange to see more humans in this part of the Citadel.

“Good evening,” He said nodding to the Quarian, who to him presented a known quantity and structure to his motivations. Kaan passed by the Quarian with little more than a nod and found an empty chair near the wall, where he could see the door and everyone else.

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 14, 2016 10:10 am 
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Elazia spun round at the sound of another's voice, her hand raised as a blue hue radiated from her hand. As eyes settled on the Drell, the hue faded and her posture relaxed. She hadn't met many Drell before, they seemed to be pretty sparse in the places she had visited. It took her a moment to respond, curious eyes flickering over his sharp features.

"Yes, from an unknown sender." She confirmed, feeling relieved that there was someone else in the same boat as her. If they had both received the "job" offer, how many others were coming? She turned to look at the chairs, holding out a finger as she counted them once again. 6. 6 others, perhaps?

Her trail of thought was broken when a Turian came through the doors, she watched as he removed his helmet and greeted them. She was always happy in the company of Turians, it gave her a small feeling of home, even if this particular one did make her feel a little intimidated. Silly, really, but she'd take any comfort she could get. She waited for him to shake the hand of the Drell, before offering her own hand.

"Definitely not for me." She chuckled, her smile bright. "I'm Elazia V'tirix. You used to work for Blackshield? That's incredible. Not that I'm an expert on them, but I spent some time on Palaven." She rambled on.

She had to wonder what she was doing in a room with a former Blackshield soldier. She definitely hadn't done anything worthy of note like Iudex had. Perhaps it was how well traveled she was that had attracted the employer?

It wasn't long before the next alien appeared in the doorway. This time, a Quarian. Elazia giggled to herself at his entrance, he seemed a tad nervous. She waltzed over to him extended her arm to shake his hand. "We don't know much, but we've all received the same message, if that comforts you. I'm Elazia."

The Asari had known a couple of Quarians when she worked as a mercenary. The pair she worked with were extremely talented with tech skills. They could hack any door and create drones to fight alongside them. She always found it incredible. They eventually had to part ways, Elazia wanted to move on to other things and despite the pair pleading with her to stick around for a couple more jobs, she needed to get out of her rut. That was the issue with her, she got bored easily. The message from the mysterious employer couldn't have come at a better time, she was beginning to get bored of dancing at eternity, it wasn't particularly rewarding even if the tips did pay well.

Just as introductions began, a human entered and walked past them all. Taking a seat in one of the chairs. Was he the employer? He seemed to be more in-the-know then the rest of them. She wasn't sure how to react to his entrance, she stayed standing up, waiting for the others to interact with him.

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Rezekiel's mouth twitched slightly and he had the urge to raise an eyebrow as the asari looked over to him. He had the uncomfortable feeling of being cross-examined, and though he got those looks every now and then he never really got used to them. He nodded as she mentioned the unknown sender, but before he could respond, a well-equipped and severe-looking Turian strode through the door. He introduced himself and extended a hand to Rezekiel, mentioning his former position as a Blackshield with the casual air of someone telling him what they had for lunch that day. Rezekiel smiled at the Turian and shook his hand, glad to see that he wasn't as abrasive as he seemed to be.

"Rezekiel Kaja," he said as they shook hands, before turning out to face both him and the Asari and giving a small tilt of the head. "Poet and uh... I suppose you could call me a bodyguard. I'm not the leader around here. I get a feeling we'll know who they are, if they show up at all. We might just get another message, or the first clue on a long and pointless treasure hunt."

Rezekiel crossed his arms as he waited for more people to show up, and it wasn't too long before a nervous quarian wandered in, seemingly almost by accident, before asking the same question they all had in their minds, albeit in a more roundabout, panicked way. Rezekiel shrugged at the question, then leaned back against the wall before saying, "We're all just waiting for mystery job recruiter to show up."

Less than a few seconds of silence passed before another person walked through the door, a human this time. Rezekiel raised a brow as he scanned the people around the room. It was a diverse group, with no more than one of each race taking a place. He wondered whether it was a coincidence. He eyed one of the empty chairs, noticing that the recently arrived human was the only one to have taken a seat. He was oddly paranoid of the chairs, imagining they'd restrain or shock him as soon as he sat down. Paranoid thoughts, but they were creeping in despite his acknowledgement of how unlikely they were to come to pass. He remained leaning against the wall, still waiting and still wondering.

"You guys think the last person is part of this team, or the big boss?" he finally asked at the room in general.

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Iudex nodded at the Drell he now knew to be called Rezekiel and turned to face the Asari who had also introduced herself. He smiled slightly.

"Your name... It's Turian in origin no?" He clasped Elazia's wrist with his hand in a traditional warrior's greeting, Chuckling to himself when his armoured gauntlet almost entirely enclosed the Asari's wrist. "I'd be fascinated to find out whether I know your Father,"

He released Elazia's wrist and faced the Human and Quarian who were also in the room. The Human carried himself with the air of someone who knew how to handle himself. Knowing his own background and having spent most of his life around soldiers he suspected that he knew this man's profession.

"You're military?" He asked him.

Waiting for a response, Iudex offered an acknowledging nod to the Quarian. His gear was obviously customised, something Iudex could relate to. He seemed meek, slightly... not afraid, but... nervous. He guessed that people who hadn't had their normal anxiety and fear reactions drilled out of them over many years of harsh training probably would feel slightly on edge in this situation.

"so, None of us are in charge?"

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As the others conversed, Kayl watched and listened. His omni-tool faded away as his hands came back together, and he nodded in return to the acknowledgements from Kaan and Iudex. Most of them gave pretty similar answers. Nobody quite knew what was going on or who exactly had called them all here, only that they'd all gotten the message to come to the apartment. He wondered how many others might be coming, and when the person who had actually called them in would show up. It was something of a relief knowing that all of them so far had been recruits, and given the wording of the message itself, he did feel slightly more among equals than just a few moments ago. How exactly he'd compare to the more military-looking ones, he didn't exactly know, but if he had to guess it was more his technical know-how that got their mysterious benefactor's attention than any combat record.

Elazia's friendly approach was likewise a nice consolation from his nervousness, and when she put a hand out, Kayl unlinked his own and took it for a shake. While it wasn't visible through his mask, he smiled a little as he gave a reply. "Oh, yes, it actually does. Quite a bit, really, thank you." He made note of her name, as well as the names of the others that he heard during their own conversations. If they were going to be working together, it was good to keep names in mind. "I'm Kayl'Domah nar Idenna. I'm a, uh, a mechanic. Not really all that impressive, you know, compared." Military or bodyguard he was not, but he knew machinery like the back of his enviro-suit's glove. When the handshake broke, he allowed his hands to rest at his sides instead of nervously holding them together, and straightened his posture up a bit more.

Both Iudex and Rezekiel rose good questions, he thought. The final arrival being the actual leader of the group would make enough sense, in a somewhat dramatic way. None of the current company were in charge, apparently. "I guess not," Kayl said. "I wonder just how many more people got that message." While it was still an odd situation, and he still held some unease, if this was some sort of shady deal they'd wandered into, at least they'd be able to get out of it. Between the amount of firearms and biotics spread across the room's current inhabitants, it would take a hell of a roadblock to keep them down. He had to doubt anyone would be dumb enough to gather this kind of group if they weren't legitimate with that in mind.

Idly, he pulled up his omni-tool and brought up the invitation again, just to see if there was any sort of written meeting time to expect. Given the amount of people now in the room, he felt that there had to be some sort of response sooner or later. If they were as carefully picked as the message claimed, there couldn't be that many more people coming.

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Elazia's eyes dropped at the Turian's question, a brief memory of her father flittered through her mind as she looked back to Iudex. "I doubt you would know him. He died a while ago." She explained, releasing her grip from the firm handshake. "Perhaps you heard of him, he was in the Military. Martis V'tirix."

The Asari turned her attention to Kayl as he explained his skills. "So you're a tech expert? That certainly is a good skill to have." She reassured the nervous Quarian, not wanting him to feel inferior to the rest of them. She was only a mercenary with biotics, after all.

The wait continued for a further 10 minutes, no one else entered the room in that time. Elazia took a seat at the table and rested her hands on the table, her fingers interlinking as she waited. It seemed like they'd all been set up in some practical joke, that was until the green circular light on the door turned to red and the bolts locked loudly, causing an echo in the room.

The mercenary stood up, her browbones furrowing as she tilted her head. She strode over to the only entrance and exit, pressing the red circle but to no avail. It wasn't opening. She spun round, looking at the others and interrupting any conversations that may have been happening. "We've been locked in." She announced.

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Rezekiel turned around to look at the door as the lights in the room changed from green to red. He strode over to the door that Elazia had just been fidgeting with and tried it himself. Locked, about as tightly as he had ever seen anything locked. Cursing under his breath, he harnessed a swath of biotic energy around his fist before ramming it as hard as he could against the locks in the door.

"Ow!" he screamed out loud, waving his hand around as if it had been burned. "What are these locks made of? They're harder than blocks of palladium..." he said, licking his hand a bit as if that would make it feel better.

He turned towards the quarian. "You can't figure out a way for us to get out of here, could you?" he asked. "Maybe find out who's playing around with us?"

Rezekiel was more intrigued than worried. It was never a safe situation, being locked inside a room, but he had the nagging feeling that whoever had sent them here wasn't trying to hurt them.

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Kayl felt his heart sink when the door locking mechanism sounded out, immediately turning his attention toward the door itself. As he stood and backed away from that side of the room, he reflexively pulled a pair of pistols from their holsters and took aim at it, keeping his fingers off of the triggers, but his sights trained directly on it. He anticipated an ambush, but as the seconds went by and both Elazia and Rezekiel approached the entryway, he lowered the weapons and took a deep breath. When the drell failed to bash his way through it, Kayl put his weapons away and approached as well, tilting his head a bit as he examined the lock's physical aspects.

When asked a question, he nodded. "Maybe...These locks are strong, but if I can get past their electronic controls, then we might just get out of here." He sidestepped a bit so he was directly in front of the light, muttering a quick "Excuse me" to the other two. On each arm, his omni-tools flickered into visibility, both held towards the door's central holographic control panel. A multitude of coloured lights appeared in the center of the round projection, and lines of information were visibly moving around on the visor of his helmet, a custom made projection tool specifically for getting through these sorts of situations. He read multitudes of code, making a sound of some concern. "Keelah, there's a lot of layers to this lock...I think I can get through, but it might take some time. I just need to concentrate."

Quieting down again, he began to manipulate the coding, moving his hands around to manipulate the control panel. He remained focused on the visor projections rather than the visible lights on the door, but they seemed to be moving in a pattern that followed his hand movements very closely. Red lights collided and became orange, then yellow, as they were decrypted piece by piece. He moved very quickly, information moving down his visor at an extremely rapid pace, but kept up with every bit of it. The yellow light formed a complete circle and then vanished, replaced by some sort of virtual circuit board. His manipulation of the lock continued, lighted nodes linked by virtual circuits as projected imagery of locks was visible. When he completed that layer of security, he heard a physical movement in the door, but it remained sealed.

"Oh, bosh'tet," He whispered to himself. "I figured. This lock seems to be programmed to only move slightly for each virtual lock. Hold on..." With a deep inhale, he got back into it, moving through multiple holo-screens that displayed visualizations of what exactly he was doing with the information that kept the lock secured. With each one that passed, another mechanical movement came, until the lock finally seemed to give way with a last, loud clunk. The electronic control panel returned to a neutral state, and his omni-tools faded. "Alright, I think that did it," He answered. "There wasn't any real trackable info on who installed it, though."

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