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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by A Stormy Dio:
3/20/2017 11:26:42 AM
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[i]"Side Quests...or basically, tell the floating jellyfish what rewards you want."
(Dojoville....Noon)[/i]
The Alliance symbol waved prominently on a small flag. A datapad laid in rest on a small table in the front of a small apartment. Two Alliance guards blocked the entrance to said apartment, and a few N7 Infiltrators patrolled the roofs.
Where the front door to the apartment was, the table containing a datapad, was Riley and Silsia, who both looked somewhat bored.
"Hey Kaidan, when's the Canadian breakfast gonna be ready?" Riley had asked, giving a smile behind her helmet.
"It'll be ready in an hour; long as you don't try and whip anything within the planet's range." Kaidan had yelled out from the apartment, the crisp smell of pancakes and Canadian bacon moving across the area.
"Why do we have to do this again?" Silsia asked.
"'Cause we need more of the Dojo to know that they can trust the Alliance." Riley replied, the two waiting for anyone.
[spoiler]Open! Five side quests are now avalible.[/spoiler]
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"Well, what are we standing around for then? Let's go sterilize some starships!" [spoiler]New thread, please.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Gotcha. Will make now.[/spoiler]
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[i]The Marshal had been curious about the scents of the pancakes that drifted elegantly down the halls of the apartment building. It was a stark contrast to the usual smell of weed blazing from the apartments as the government was fairly supportive, so the man known as JT had noticed a disturbance in the air from the scent of the house as he was walking through the district. He entered the building, walked up to the floor of the apartment, and approached the guards inside. "Hey y'all. Look, I'm not here to shut y'all down, though the only scents 'round these parts are that of coke-snorter shit and blazing green," JT stated with a friendly chuckle as he put either of his hands on his hips, pushing the duster back. His firearms were clearly visible, although this was purely an accident as JT had no intents to start shooting. "So, what're you guys maskin' in there?" [/i]
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"None of your business, cowboy." The guard sternly responded, before Riley walked up to the guard. "Let him in; N7's orders." She replies, the guard simply grunting as the door opened. Without noticing JT's entry, Kaidan Alenko was busy cooking up pancakes and bacon for potential breakfast. Looked to be for up to 5-10 people.
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[i]JT tipped his hat at the guard in a friendly gesture before he took a step inside, marveling at the cooking of the pancakes. He hadn't noticed any drugs so he knew he was probably invading on someone's family reunion. Based on the guards that were positioned on the roof that he witnessed on his entry and the guards at the door, JT saw it safe to assume these people were fairly high class. And that name, N7, it was a fairly militaristic name if he had ever heard. Perhaps he was walking in on the meal of a general? Regardless, the Techno-Cowboy looked over to Kaidan, not knowing quite who he was. "So you the new family in th' neighbourhood, or just here for business?" JT jested, lightly stepping across the room and ensuring that he wiped his feet off at the door so he didn't track in too much dirt. [/i]
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"We're supposedly Alliance personnel; working for some group called the Humans Systems Allaince; consider this both a new family and a business trip." Kaduna explains weirdly, flipping one such pancake into a nearby plate. "Want some?" He asked.
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[i]"Pass - It probably couldn't get past my stomach before burning up, grease fires and all." [/i]
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"Right. You know, there's some side missions outside; Alliance is offering a whole lot of loot and credits for completing them. Get to bring someone from the Alliance as well." He responds.
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[i]"Bring a partner? Well who've I got the chance to tag along with?"[/i]
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"Pretty much anybody we gotten. Heard ya got some Krogan to join us; I'm more or less surprised...then again, the Krogan respect anyone who could shot a gun and kill something. Heard Wrex himself got Urdnot Grunt to sign up for the Alliance; head-banging every single Krogan he went up against before coming here. Of course, there are others that might cover the a** part of the equation, but..." Kaiden explained, before bursting out into laughter.
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[i]"But what? Chances are I'm bringing Wrex as he's a pretty chill dude." [/i]
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"Heard Wrex was busy rebuilding Tuchanka with the Alliance. Has at least 100 kids or so to deal with...not to mention all the women too." He responds, laughing.
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[i]"Alright, so who's tagging along with me? Also only 100? I still hold the record."[/i]
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"...last time I checked, he's due for another 75 in the next week or so." Kaiden responded, as he kept cooking.
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[i]"...Damn it. Well who's runnin' on the job with me?" [/i]
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"That's up to you. Literal datapad's outside the door, on a table with the N7 and Asari." Kaiden responds, "You sure you don't want good bacon, JT?"
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[i]"I'll take the bacon, and whatever leftover grease you have. Long story," JT said with a chuckle as he walked over to Kaidan. "And pair me with someone you think will be a good fit and an interesting partner. Combat skill can vary, all I need is a half decent partner."[/i]
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"The Alliance left it up to you. Bacon will be all ready for ya by the time you leave. Datapd's up there for you to choose your mission." He responds.
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[i]"Thanks mate," JT responded with a smirk before walking to the datapad, looking at the mission list and crewmates available. [/i]
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On it we're five missions. Clicking one of them would read the description of such, as well as bring up an accept or choose another one box. [spoiler] MISSION PARAMETERS ACCOMPLISHED: MISSION USE FOR ALLIES IS BELOW. [b]Far Rim- [i]"Stranded"[/i] Phoenix Massing- [i]Entities[/i] Attican Beta- [i]Echoes[/i] The Citadel- [i]Father and Son[/i] [b][u][TAKEN][/u][/b] Crescent Nebula- [i]Emergence[/i] CHOOSE ONE. [/b][/spoiler]
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[i]JT selected 'Emergence,' rather curious about it. [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/21/2017 10:35:17 AMAn audio file popped up from a docking port on the planet of Illium. "They're coming! Everyone run!" The Asari on the audio file screamed, as gunshots rang out everywhere. Nearby, other asari, human, and volus species dropped dead on the floor, before said asari dropped to the ground, most likely from a bullet in her back. The audio file flipped up, as some sort of [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/8/8c/Blasto_%2B_guns.png/revision/latest?cb=20130316040126]floating jellyfish with two pistols[/url] looked toward the asari woman, who was pleading for help. "The Enkindlers don't take kindly to merciful rule." The Hanar told the asari, before two gunshots rang out, blood spilling on the datapad. An unknown (and most likely masked voice) appeared afterwards, saying, "This happened 3 days ago. If you are unaware of me, I am the being known as the Shadow Broker, the most powerful pest information broker in the Galaxy. I will provide rewards to anyone who can track down the hanar terrorist group responsible for this. Meet me in the Nos Astra Docking Bay when ready." It replied, cutting off. [spoiler]-Accept -Choose another one[/spoiler]
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[i]JT nodded his head, tipped his hat to Kaidan, and left - He had accepted. Soon he arrived at his own personal warcruiser and trophy room vessel, a quarter mile ship that he managed to fly to the Nos Astra Docking Bay, where he exited his ship and looked for the employer. [/i]
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Shila walked next to him, her sword and throwing stuff available. "Master, who do you think we're looking for?" She asked, suspiciously eyeing the asari commandos and human bodyguards watching them just as suspiciously.
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[i]"The shiftiest edgelord I've ever seen. Or the nicest piece of ass, whichever you find first." [/i]
