Post by Psi Syn on Jun 29, 2008 21:40:49 GMT 1
*I took a different approach to this story. I was going to write about my version of Shepard, but decided to recreate him in a different light. The protagonist is known as the Enforcer and he is a secret operative of the Council that they only know of by code name. If people like this one, I will continue to develop the story as there is plenty of backstory that I've been thinking up to deal with his training and development, b/c he is far from normal. I hope everyone enjoys it.*
2178 CE just weeks before Torfan... 20 or 21 years after my creation I am told. So many secrets revolve around the First Contact War. So many missions that never took place and somehow benevolence was warped from its pure genesis into manipulation of the grandest and foulest sort. The brilliance of science is also its most disgusting trait. I am alive, but I do not truly live. My purpose for existence is one of service and death so I cannot consider this to be my life, but a series of programmed directives. I am a prototype, but not synthetic in any way. I do not remember my earliest years or where exactly I came from but as long as I can remember I grew up on the Citadel and in Citadel Space. I do not exist to anyone outside of the ship crew that shuttles me around on missions and assignments and the command element that I answer to. I am always concealed by robes and even during my training, I wore masks or face coverings. I've never really cared that I was different though. The only thing I care about is the mission and its successful completion...
It is so quiet out here in space. Looking out the starboard window of my frigate class ship, I watch as the Citadel gets smaller and smaller. I shrug and head to my quarters. I do not speak to the crew members as I move from the bridge level down to the third level where I spend most of my time. Only one person is allowed to talk to me on here. She is a young Asari Sentinel huntress who is extremely gifted in medicine and biotics. While she is clearly female like all Asari, she has a very strong and often masculine personality. She is primarily my only friend if I could even call her that. If I manage to go and hurt myself, it is her job to keep me at optimal performance capacity, so I can continue to carry out the Council's orders.
As the door to the room opens, the Asari looks at me with caution for a moment before nodding. She speaks to me, "So where are we going this time?" I point to her OSD and my voice speaks directly into her mind, "Argos Rho is the cluster that we are headed to. My target is on a transport ship docked near Theyar." She tells me to focus my mind for the mission. Sitting down to meditate, I lower my hood and I can feel her staring at me. By appearance I am a human with golden brown skin, black hair cut in a low fade style, and honey gold eyes. While this is my appearance, I share no bond with the humans of the alliance. My behavior and mannerisms are those of the two Council races that have raised and trained me as some would call it or bred me which would be a more accurate term, the Asari and Salarians. Needing "mental silence" in the room, I speak telepathically to the medic and tell her to stop staring at me. She returns to her work and I fade away into my thoughts.
The intercom chirps and the pilot's voice enters the room. "Enforcer, we have a visual on the ship. Moving to board the ship."
My eyes open slowly as I look at the Asari and shake my head. She speaks out loud for me, "Do not alarm the other ship. Inform them that you have a passenger switching berths as not to alert his target." The pilot acknowledges the order and I rise to my feet. She asks if she is to accompany me on this one and I look at her and shake my head. I would not need her voice on this mission as my orders are very clear.
Moments later, I am standing in the airlock chamber and when the door in front of me opens, I look at the security guards standing there to greet me. I ignore them as I walk on board. They get ready to stop me, but suddenly they just freeze in place as I keep moving. I do enjoy my mastery over my biotic stasis abilities. The base omni-tool equipped in my hardsuit activates as I begin tracking the target. Once I have a lock on his expected position, I set the "assisted navigation feature" on his position as I walk thru the ship.
One thing that I do enjoy about a mission like this one... everyone is expendable and everyone that I see around here is probably wanted by someone. I have a hooded robe on over my Light Scorpion IV armor to conceal my features from onlookers. Most people carry multiple weapons, but the only weapons I have on me are my Stinger II and Stiletto IV pistols and my biotic amp of course. The amp is the most expensive item I have so I'm told as it's a Polaris IV amp which are supposedly pretty rare. Two armed men look at me and keep staring at me. I just need to be calm and focus on the target. I'll just shoot them on the way out.
Passing thru the main common area bay, the door opens and this is rather unexpected. The target is standing right in front of me. He looks up at me from the files on his omni-tool that had consumed his attention and he starts to apologize for nearly bumping into me when he notices my appearance and an uneasy feeling overcomes him.
Time seems to stand still for a moment between the two of us. He knows full well why I am here and he knows that he will not be able to escape me or attack me before I could strike or shoot him, so he does the only thing he really can do. He holds his hands up in plain sight in a form of surrender and asks if we can make a deal. I look at him and after a moment of silence, my head tilts to the side. Time to see if I am able to perform my new biotic talent in the field. I stare into the target's eyes ignoring everything around us and my eyes seem to glaze over. His eyes widen and his entire body seems to tense up to the point of immobility. He is able to slowly force his hands to his head as he acts as if it is about to explode. I wish I could do that, but I doubt I'll ever be able to do that no matter how much they train me. No. Instead, I'm actually doing something that typically only an Asari Commando would be believed to be capable of... I'm raiding his mind for valuable information. The process is rather slow and excruciating, but the "lock" on his mind prevents him from screaming out in pain. So many contacts and illegal deals. So many secrets this one has divulged and so many operatives that this one has gotten killed.
Suddenly, everything stops and my raid of his mind ends as I see the target meeting with a Spectre. I focus on that memory being as gentle as possible so I can "pure data" which is basically just intel that is not distorted by his fears or the pain being inflicted upon his body. The Spectre, a Salarian male with a scar on the left side of his face spanning from his jaw to just mere centimeters below his left eye, approaches my target and they begin to discuss things. Bits and pieces of the convo are audible to me and I take the time to read their lips for the bulk of the rest. The Spectre is getting info from the target. So he deals with plenty of unsavory characters, I'm normally not sent neutralize people like this guy, so what does any of this mat... oh? It would seem that patience really is a virtue worth having. The target tells the Salarian Spectre that he should do a better job of cleaning up the messes that he makes and the Spectre asks him what he's talking about. The target replies with a smirk, "It has come to my attention that you had a mission to eliminate a Turian mercenary who had killed an Asari diplomat that was favored by the Council and stole some intel that they wanted retrieved and quietly. Do you think they would be upset if they learned that you sold a copy of the data to the Shadow Broker? Also do you think they would be unhappy to learn that you destroyed that cargo ship to cover the tracks you were creating with your smuggling operations?" The Salarian to be slightly more nervous now that the target knows far more than he should. The Salarian tells him that certain details should remain secrets between friends and he smiles at the target. The target looks at him and nods as his omni-tool gives off a "cha-ching" sort of alert to let him know that money has been transferred into his primary account. The Salarian Spectre walks off and the mental raid is released. Now this is a problem. My orders were to neutralize him, but he has valuable intel in his head and who knows how much more is in there. He seems to be more valuable to the Inquisitor Council back on the Citadel. A small bubble of dark energy forms around the target's head and suddenly it glows for a moment and he is knocked out cold.
I pull his body out of close the door behind us. Holding my omni-tool to the locking mechanism, I set the door to remained locked for 10 minutes. That is long enough to make sure that I don't have any surprises while I'm clearing my path. Like clockwork, the guards arrive as I lay my target behind two crates so that he isn't harmed. As a total of seven guards cut off both directions of travel, my eyes scan the area quickly. Cryo Containment Cell to the northeast can handle the right side path and to the left... an ion cell. I haven't even seen turrets on this damn ship and they have an ion cell. Stupid mercs! No matter, it'll short out their hardsuit's shields and can screw up their weapons. The guards tell me to stand down or they will stop me by force. I love it when they say that b/c all that means to me is that I am now free to kill them. The two cells lift into the air and move directly in front of the groups as I reach for my pistols. The first shots fired are by them and one can only imagine the immense amusement that I am overcome with when I watch the cryo cell group's facial expressions as their bodies are quickly frozen. My right index finger flexes quickly and with a rapid repetition. If anyone was watching it would seem as though I had only squeezed the trigger once, but three shots release in a rising diagonal pattern. The Shredder II rounds tear thru the ice sculptures and red fragments are sent into several directions. To my left, a single shot is fired to ignite the ion cell in front of them while I am moving to the left to take cover behind a storage locker. With my back pressed against the locker, I hear my Asari Commando instructor's voice instructing me from my training memories, "Slow, steady breaths, Seraphon {pronounced "sara-fon"}. Slow and steady. Do not become excited. Feel your targets to maximize tactical efficiency. Now move!"
A kinetic barrier goes up around me prompting me to move from my cover towards new cover to the right. Both pistols rise up and fire at the guard who peaks out to check my positions. Three bullets hit his chest and one hits his neck I would think from all the blood that splatters. He should have worn a helmet. I suppose everything would have been fine if my Salarian instructor had not taught me all about the carotid artery and how it has a more efficient fatality ratio when compared to the infamous jugular. A second guard standing from him obviously didn't know that his head was bigger than he thought as I have a clear shot at the top of it. The first shot sent at it sears away a fairly small chunk of his scalp and skull as it hits the tail end of his cranium, but the velocity of the round pushes his head backwards just enough so that the second round goes directly into his cranium and the result sends a geyser spout of blood into the air that is followed by or causes a light red mist to sort of hover for a few ticks in the air. I duck behind a crate and wait for a moment.
The third of the four guards moves up to rush me. Listening to his footsteps get closer and closer, I finally rise in an almost crouching position to shoot him in the solar plexus just a hair below the sternum. The round leaves a small but useful hole as the final guard gets up to see me use his partner as an added shield while firing on him. With a palm strike to the chest with my Stinger hand the shield guard is sent flying into his comrade whose shields had started to return. Walking over to them, I fire a shot into both of their heads. Small fragments of brain matter and blood splash onto the lower portions of my robe. Holstering both of my pistols, I walk back to retrieve my target. Good. No one was stupid enough to touch him. I carry him over my shoulder but with his head hanging in front of me so if someone wants to silence him, they have to face me. Making it to the door, my finger pushes the green button and the unsavory characters on the ship look at me and go back to what they were doing. I wasn't there bothering them, so why should they bother me? When the door closes behind me, the decon process activates. I drop the target to allow for a thorough and accurate scan. Once we are cleared, I take him down to the third level and have him placed in a stasis pod.
A few moments later the Asari walks into the room to find me "upset" about my robe. She looks at the stasis pod and tells me that he is supposed to be dead and I just look at her with cold eyes. She says, "I suppose we'll be heading right back to the Citadel then?" I nod to her and speak into her mind, "He has intel on the deeds of a Spectre who is acting outside of his duties, so I will hand him over to the Inquisition Council. When he becomes without purpose and use, they can dispose of him. Do not fret, we will not be on the Citadel long and I am sure that you can remain on the ship to avoid Mother." She smirks at me and tells me to do my meditation. I nod to her and close my eyes. My mind evaluates the mission and I realize that I need to find the time to train and improve my biotic abilities. I want to learn how to put people in a one-way stasis field so I can kill them while they're vulnerable and I definitely want to discover the secret to create singularity vortexes. After watching Mother perform the ability during my last mission with her, that is what I truly wish to learn as I know that it will come in handy when caught in tight situations.
The Asari tells the pilot to disengage and return us to the Citadel.
Enforcer Files: Entry I
2178 CE just weeks before Torfan... 20 or 21 years after my creation I am told. So many secrets revolve around the First Contact War. So many missions that never took place and somehow benevolence was warped from its pure genesis into manipulation of the grandest and foulest sort. The brilliance of science is also its most disgusting trait. I am alive, but I do not truly live. My purpose for existence is one of service and death so I cannot consider this to be my life, but a series of programmed directives. I am a prototype, but not synthetic in any way. I do not remember my earliest years or where exactly I came from but as long as I can remember I grew up on the Citadel and in Citadel Space. I do not exist to anyone outside of the ship crew that shuttles me around on missions and assignments and the command element that I answer to. I am always concealed by robes and even during my training, I wore masks or face coverings. I've never really cared that I was different though. The only thing I care about is the mission and its successful completion...
It is so quiet out here in space. Looking out the starboard window of my frigate class ship, I watch as the Citadel gets smaller and smaller. I shrug and head to my quarters. I do not speak to the crew members as I move from the bridge level down to the third level where I spend most of my time. Only one person is allowed to talk to me on here. She is a young Asari Sentinel huntress who is extremely gifted in medicine and biotics. While she is clearly female like all Asari, she has a very strong and often masculine personality. She is primarily my only friend if I could even call her that. If I manage to go and hurt myself, it is her job to keep me at optimal performance capacity, so I can continue to carry out the Council's orders.
As the door to the room opens, the Asari looks at me with caution for a moment before nodding. She speaks to me, "So where are we going this time?" I point to her OSD and my voice speaks directly into her mind, "Argos Rho is the cluster that we are headed to. My target is on a transport ship docked near Theyar." She tells me to focus my mind for the mission. Sitting down to meditate, I lower my hood and I can feel her staring at me. By appearance I am a human with golden brown skin, black hair cut in a low fade style, and honey gold eyes. While this is my appearance, I share no bond with the humans of the alliance. My behavior and mannerisms are those of the two Council races that have raised and trained me as some would call it or bred me which would be a more accurate term, the Asari and Salarians. Needing "mental silence" in the room, I speak telepathically to the medic and tell her to stop staring at me. She returns to her work and I fade away into my thoughts.
The intercom chirps and the pilot's voice enters the room. "Enforcer, we have a visual on the ship. Moving to board the ship."
My eyes open slowly as I look at the Asari and shake my head. She speaks out loud for me, "Do not alarm the other ship. Inform them that you have a passenger switching berths as not to alert his target." The pilot acknowledges the order and I rise to my feet. She asks if she is to accompany me on this one and I look at her and shake my head. I would not need her voice on this mission as my orders are very clear.
Moments later, I am standing in the airlock chamber and when the door in front of me opens, I look at the security guards standing there to greet me. I ignore them as I walk on board. They get ready to stop me, but suddenly they just freeze in place as I keep moving. I do enjoy my mastery over my biotic stasis abilities. The base omni-tool equipped in my hardsuit activates as I begin tracking the target. Once I have a lock on his expected position, I set the "assisted navigation feature" on his position as I walk thru the ship.
One thing that I do enjoy about a mission like this one... everyone is expendable and everyone that I see around here is probably wanted by someone. I have a hooded robe on over my Light Scorpion IV armor to conceal my features from onlookers. Most people carry multiple weapons, but the only weapons I have on me are my Stinger II and Stiletto IV pistols and my biotic amp of course. The amp is the most expensive item I have so I'm told as it's a Polaris IV amp which are supposedly pretty rare. Two armed men look at me and keep staring at me. I just need to be calm and focus on the target. I'll just shoot them on the way out.
Passing thru the main common area bay, the door opens and this is rather unexpected. The target is standing right in front of me. He looks up at me from the files on his omni-tool that had consumed his attention and he starts to apologize for nearly bumping into me when he notices my appearance and an uneasy feeling overcomes him.
Time seems to stand still for a moment between the two of us. He knows full well why I am here and he knows that he will not be able to escape me or attack me before I could strike or shoot him, so he does the only thing he really can do. He holds his hands up in plain sight in a form of surrender and asks if we can make a deal. I look at him and after a moment of silence, my head tilts to the side. Time to see if I am able to perform my new biotic talent in the field. I stare into the target's eyes ignoring everything around us and my eyes seem to glaze over. His eyes widen and his entire body seems to tense up to the point of immobility. He is able to slowly force his hands to his head as he acts as if it is about to explode. I wish I could do that, but I doubt I'll ever be able to do that no matter how much they train me. No. Instead, I'm actually doing something that typically only an Asari Commando would be believed to be capable of... I'm raiding his mind for valuable information. The process is rather slow and excruciating, but the "lock" on his mind prevents him from screaming out in pain. So many contacts and illegal deals. So many secrets this one has divulged and so many operatives that this one has gotten killed.
Suddenly, everything stops and my raid of his mind ends as I see the target meeting with a Spectre. I focus on that memory being as gentle as possible so I can "pure data" which is basically just intel that is not distorted by his fears or the pain being inflicted upon his body. The Spectre, a Salarian male with a scar on the left side of his face spanning from his jaw to just mere centimeters below his left eye, approaches my target and they begin to discuss things. Bits and pieces of the convo are audible to me and I take the time to read their lips for the bulk of the rest. The Spectre is getting info from the target. So he deals with plenty of unsavory characters, I'm normally not sent neutralize people like this guy, so what does any of this mat... oh? It would seem that patience really is a virtue worth having. The target tells the Salarian Spectre that he should do a better job of cleaning up the messes that he makes and the Spectre asks him what he's talking about. The target replies with a smirk, "It has come to my attention that you had a mission to eliminate a Turian mercenary who had killed an Asari diplomat that was favored by the Council and stole some intel that they wanted retrieved and quietly. Do you think they would be upset if they learned that you sold a copy of the data to the Shadow Broker? Also do you think they would be unhappy to learn that you destroyed that cargo ship to cover the tracks you were creating with your smuggling operations?" The Salarian to be slightly more nervous now that the target knows far more than he should. The Salarian tells him that certain details should remain secrets between friends and he smiles at the target. The target looks at him and nods as his omni-tool gives off a "cha-ching" sort of alert to let him know that money has been transferred into his primary account. The Salarian Spectre walks off and the mental raid is released. Now this is a problem. My orders were to neutralize him, but he has valuable intel in his head and who knows how much more is in there. He seems to be more valuable to the Inquisitor Council back on the Citadel. A small bubble of dark energy forms around the target's head and suddenly it glows for a moment and he is knocked out cold.
I pull his body out of close the door behind us. Holding my omni-tool to the locking mechanism, I set the door to remained locked for 10 minutes. That is long enough to make sure that I don't have any surprises while I'm clearing my path. Like clockwork, the guards arrive as I lay my target behind two crates so that he isn't harmed. As a total of seven guards cut off both directions of travel, my eyes scan the area quickly. Cryo Containment Cell to the northeast can handle the right side path and to the left... an ion cell. I haven't even seen turrets on this damn ship and they have an ion cell. Stupid mercs! No matter, it'll short out their hardsuit's shields and can screw up their weapons. The guards tell me to stand down or they will stop me by force. I love it when they say that b/c all that means to me is that I am now free to kill them. The two cells lift into the air and move directly in front of the groups as I reach for my pistols. The first shots fired are by them and one can only imagine the immense amusement that I am overcome with when I watch the cryo cell group's facial expressions as their bodies are quickly frozen. My right index finger flexes quickly and with a rapid repetition. If anyone was watching it would seem as though I had only squeezed the trigger once, but three shots release in a rising diagonal pattern. The Shredder II rounds tear thru the ice sculptures and red fragments are sent into several directions. To my left, a single shot is fired to ignite the ion cell in front of them while I am moving to the left to take cover behind a storage locker. With my back pressed against the locker, I hear my Asari Commando instructor's voice instructing me from my training memories, "Slow, steady breaths, Seraphon {pronounced "sara-fon"}. Slow and steady. Do not become excited. Feel your targets to maximize tactical efficiency. Now move!"
A kinetic barrier goes up around me prompting me to move from my cover towards new cover to the right. Both pistols rise up and fire at the guard who peaks out to check my positions. Three bullets hit his chest and one hits his neck I would think from all the blood that splatters. He should have worn a helmet. I suppose everything would have been fine if my Salarian instructor had not taught me all about the carotid artery and how it has a more efficient fatality ratio when compared to the infamous jugular. A second guard standing from him obviously didn't know that his head was bigger than he thought as I have a clear shot at the top of it. The first shot sent at it sears away a fairly small chunk of his scalp and skull as it hits the tail end of his cranium, but the velocity of the round pushes his head backwards just enough so that the second round goes directly into his cranium and the result sends a geyser spout of blood into the air that is followed by or causes a light red mist to sort of hover for a few ticks in the air. I duck behind a crate and wait for a moment.
The third of the four guards moves up to rush me. Listening to his footsteps get closer and closer, I finally rise in an almost crouching position to shoot him in the solar plexus just a hair below the sternum. The round leaves a small but useful hole as the final guard gets up to see me use his partner as an added shield while firing on him. With a palm strike to the chest with my Stinger hand the shield guard is sent flying into his comrade whose shields had started to return. Walking over to them, I fire a shot into both of their heads. Small fragments of brain matter and blood splash onto the lower portions of my robe. Holstering both of my pistols, I walk back to retrieve my target. Good. No one was stupid enough to touch him. I carry him over my shoulder but with his head hanging in front of me so if someone wants to silence him, they have to face me. Making it to the door, my finger pushes the green button and the unsavory characters on the ship look at me and go back to what they were doing. I wasn't there bothering them, so why should they bother me? When the door closes behind me, the decon process activates. I drop the target to allow for a thorough and accurate scan. Once we are cleared, I take him down to the third level and have him placed in a stasis pod.
A few moments later the Asari walks into the room to find me "upset" about my robe. She looks at the stasis pod and tells me that he is supposed to be dead and I just look at her with cold eyes. She says, "I suppose we'll be heading right back to the Citadel then?" I nod to her and speak into her mind, "He has intel on the deeds of a Spectre who is acting outside of his duties, so I will hand him over to the Inquisition Council. When he becomes without purpose and use, they can dispose of him. Do not fret, we will not be on the Citadel long and I am sure that you can remain on the ship to avoid Mother." She smirks at me and tells me to do my meditation. I nod to her and close my eyes. My mind evaluates the mission and I realize that I need to find the time to train and improve my biotic abilities. I want to learn how to put people in a one-way stasis field so I can kill them while they're vulnerable and I definitely want to discover the secret to create singularity vortexes. After watching Mother perform the ability during my last mission with her, that is what I truly wish to learn as I know that it will come in handy when caught in tight situations.
The Asari tells the pilot to disengage and return us to the Citadel.