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!event: thessia

This is the start of something bigger.

who. Everyone on Omega.

what. The station finds out about the state of Thessia - in that it is now being taken over by the Reapers.

where. Various places all over the station.

when. Immediately. Right now.

warnings. None as of yet, other than general panic and chaos.

It begins like any other day on the station. The sun isn't shining, the grass isn't green - there are vorcha sleeping in back alleys and krogans still drunk on ryncol trying to start fights with anyone passing by, but that's just another day in the life of a patron of Omega.

Except today, there is something different. It's not in the air, at least not yet.

During Cerberus' occupation of the station, handy little devices known as quantum entanglement communicators were installed to allow communication with The Illusive Man, and though Cerberus is no longer on Omega, their devices remain. It was likely that this was the only way Aria could maintain contact during her exile, and thus the only reason they remain now that she's back - but that's neither here nor there.

Today, there's something different coming through. Not the usual galactic noise, the static that bleeds into everything else where the station is concerned. Today, it's something completely different.

The Reapers have invaded Thessia. Asari commandos have held them off for as long as they possibly can, but there is only so much they can do with limited resources. And as the news makes its way around the station, everyone seems to react differently, but the song remains the same: ultimately, chaos will ensue. It's only a matter of time.

Why all the worry? The asari are the most advanced race in the galaxy. If they don't have the means to hold the Reapers off, no one does. It's hopeless.

We encourage you, as players, to plot and thread as you see fit - how your characters will react to the news, how they will be affected, etc. There will be some starter threads below, but you are more than welcome to start your own.

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[WELL THATS JUST GREAT

Ino is a little stricken, however. He had just said her army would be formidable. But this puts things into perspective. She needed a force stronger than the one she had here to beat the Reapers.

And that's shounen if she's ever heard it. NICE MINI SPEECH. It's like Kirrahee is Shepard's Gaara HA

There's a determined nod.]

Right. And for as long as I'm here, I'll do what I can to help this station too. I've made friends here I want to protect and I won't let these Reaper-bastards get near them if I have anything to say about it.

I'm friends with a giant robot. I think I can get everybody to figure it out. [gods, she really has no idea what she's dealing with, does she? oh well, Liara. you tried.] I don't know if you noticed, but I'm exceedingly old compared to this place, too.

[Hey man he hasn't even started getting in to line holding YOU AIN'T HEARD NO SPEECH YET

Kirrahe had never been the sort of person that liked to sugar coat things. He was concerned that he'd been a little too grim explaining the situation, especially considering this human didn't appear to be much more than a child, but she was taking the information pretty well. Great, even.]

Good to hear. We're going to need that determination in the months to come. Whatever happens won't be easy for anyone, but if we can build that sort of mentality all over the station, we'll all stand a better chance.

[CLOSE ENOUGH.

When you've been fighting at a young age, controlling minds of many, losing fathers and father-figures, watching the darkness of war blot out any light of hope that might exist but still retaining that hope through sheer stubbornness -- it's almost damn near impossible to ruin her bravery.]

I'll spread the word so make sure you do the same, okay? Especially when it comes to standing together.

I fully intend to. I'll be sure to keep you updated if I come up with anything new.

[Attempting to keep order during total panic wasn't new to Prowl, that but that didn't make it any less difficult. He'd been at his post in Mordin's clinic when the news hit the station. As one could imagine, attempting to return it to total calm with the other guards was an exercise in futility.]

[Nonetheless, some physical struggle and one or two biotic incidents later, relative order had returned. Naturally, people would still get injured in the hysteria outside, which kept a steady flow of new patients with injuries coming in. But overall, the reception area was kept steady and relatively calm, if a bit tense.]

[Prowl positioned himself near the entrance to catch any problems as soon as they entered. He kept a little distance as to not intimidate anyone who might be entering, but you can bet your bippies that he had an impressive frown on his face from his corner of the room. He was alert and not in the mood for any lollygagging.]

[ Eclipse hadn't been taking the news about Thessia well; given the number of asari in their ranks, stupid weird internal drama that Marco really didn't want to care about happened. Long story short, he's stuck doing a lot more dirty work for the gang than he really thought he'd signed up for.

There was a job gone wrong, and though the standard operating procedure was cut your losses and disappear, Marco didn't want to leave his partner bleeding out in the streets. They weren't far from Mordin's clinic, which he's hoping is a safe place to dump his injured partner before running off. Maybe no one will even recognize him so long as he keeps his helmet on. It's a pain in the ass to drag the unconscious mercenary along, since he's a man about five times Marco's size, but sheer stubbornness and adrenaline got him within spitting distance of the door.

Of course, nothing ever works out perfectly in Marco's world, and it's about then that a pair of Talons decide that going to kick someone while they're down is totally cool. Especially when it's a couple of unprepared-looking mercs in full Eclipse armor.

As soon as Marco spots them approaching, he drops his partner and backs up towards the door, hands up in the universal gesture of 'dear god please don't fucking shoot me'. ]

[ Rachel doesn't really need to see a doctor -- lucky for her, morphing resets any physical injuries that she might get -- but that doesn't mean it isn't crazy out there. People are panicking, freaking out, and Rachel doesn't fully understand what's going on, but she knows it's bad. These Reapers, whatever they are -- from what Rachel's hear, they remind her uncomfortably of the Howlers -- they're making a dent in the galaxy in a bad way. And there isn't even any way to fight them.

Rachel can't accept that, though. Everything has a weakness you can exploit. Anything can be fought. But these mobs of panicked people, she can't do anything about them -- it's madness out there, and though she'd never say it out loud, it's freaking her out. She gets shoved around a bit by panicked asari, nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises by the time she manages to break out of the tangled mess of the crowd and duck inside the nearest building, breathing hard. It's relatively quiet in here, although she could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Rachel looks around, trying to catch her breath, and stands up a little straighter in an attempt to regain some of her composure. She's not sure what this place is, but it looks kind of like a doctor's office. Well, at least it's calm in here. ]

[The yellow and black of Eclipse armor was easy to spot in the crowd outside, even with the pandemonium consuming the station. Were the confrontation a safer distance away from the clinic, he probably would have let the mercs just finish their business.]

[At the conflict reaching their door, and the sight of the injured member, he decided to interject. Eclipse or not, they weren't about to turn away someone who was hurt. Even if he personally could care less, rules were rules.]

[He slides an assault rifle out of a hidden compartment in his leg upon approach. It was basic - an Avenger model, but it would do. The doors slide open behind Marco, revealing Prowl with the gun in hand and quite the stern face.]

Unless you plan on helping bring in that injured man, I suggest you take your business elsewhere.

[A simple order for the Talon mercs. Unless they felt like rustling the jimmies of a robot with missiles attached to it.]

[By the way Marco you're so getting a stern talking to when this is done. And he's 99% sure that's you under the helmet, unless Eclipse makes a habit out of hiring teenagers.]

[Hi Rachel, robot at 6 'o clock.]

[Prowl leaves his assorted corner to approach her as she regains her composure, recognizing the telltale signs of someone who'd mostly likely gotten lost in the chaos. He quickly spotted a few minor injuries, but nothing that required immediate medical attention. Most likely just someone looking for a temporary safe haven.]

[His tone of voice is far from what could be called "friendly", but it wasn't malicious. He's just a bit of a hardass.]

Do you need assistance?

[ Man, for all the weird shit Rachel's seen, robots are still weird for her. The Chee are a lot friendlier than the robots around here. She's feeling a little flighty, and Prowl spooks her a little, but she tries to regain her composure as quickly as possible, giving Prowl a faint smile and hurriedly smoothing out her hair, which -- honestly, didn't really look like it needed smoothing out in the first place. ]

No, I'm -- I just needed to get out of the crowd. It's kind of crazy out there.

[ It isn't difficult for Prowl to pick up on the clear signs of discomfort she was letting out. He was used to it at this point, and simply gives her a little space. ]

You're free to stay here as long as you need.

[ Said with a total utter frown. ]

No, I can understand why he's so angry about the situation we're in and he is. I'm just tired of him reminding us we're primitive to him.

I didn't know how old you were, you seem about the same age as most human teenagers. If you think you can get the relay working then it would be a great help, even the giant robots here haven't been able to figure out the source of the damages though.

[Liara's just going to let her believe what she will.]

[ They took it more as a suggestion; since none of their actual orders involved messing with armed robots, they got lost pretty fast.

Meanwhile, Marco pales a little inside his helmet once he sees Prowl. Yep. Totally didn't want to see Prowl at this moment. He wishes he had a voice modulator, but failing that, maybe he'll just keep his mouth shut and hope Mr. Supercop doesn't put two and two together on this one; he gives Prowl a silent nod and then goes back to dragging his bloody bro towards the door. ]

[The gun is holstered back in place as soon as they leave. No need to assert hostilities any more than needed. Prowl steps to the side as ~~Marco~~ the smaller Eclipse merc continues to drag his partner through.]

...

[Not going to say anything? Okay. He'll do it for you.]

I can carry him to the medical floor.

[The dragging's getting blood all over the clean floor.]

[ marco almost responds verbally, but manages to clamp his mouth shut before a sound squeaks out.

maybe he's mute, okay?

he just nods to prowl and drops the other merc, making a sweeping 'be my guest' gesture. ]

[~~Marco~~ The Eclipse merc turns his frown into a slightly questioning frown at the wordless gesture, but otherwise he acts on his offer.]

Wait here.

[Prowl picks up the man rather easily, one arm slipping under his back and the other under the joints of his knees. He'll just go a few paces towards the rear end of the Reception area to deposit him with the medical staff. They can do their fleshie repairs while he returns to address the clinic's new guest.]

[Assuming he stuck around.]

[ of course he's going to stick around long enough to make sure the other dude gets through okay, but now that prowl is coming back towards him, he gives a half-assed little wave and starts toward the door. ]

Oh, trust me, I have a few ideas. Anyway! [and suddenly she sounds cheery instead of smug. her whole body seems to straighten up.] I'll let you get back to your shopping. I have to get started on these. Thanks for explaining things to me, uh...

[oh right, she never got this person's name, did she?]

[ She's still eyeing him warily, because she really doesn't know about robots. Especially robots that don't pretend to not be robots. But she forces a bright, confident smile and tosses her hair over her shoulder with a shake of her head, straightening up a little. ]

Oh, uh -- thanks. Well, I just need a few minutes for the stampede to pass. I'll be out of your hair soon. Figuratively speaking.

Liara T'Soni, I wish you luck on your plans then. I hope you succeed. [Because what else can she say?]

When I do, I'll let you know. My name's Severa. [she smiles adorably, even through her self-assurance, and begins to turn away.] Thanks again, Liara!

[this can only end poorly.]

[Prowl watches as ~~Marco~~he starts to back up, and gives him a questioning look.]

You're not interested in the status of your partner?

[Not that he has any particular sympathy for mercenary slime, but he thought not!Marco would be a little better than them.]

[ really, marco doesn't want to continue being on the receiving end of that look. it suddenly seems quite warm under his helmet as the air of suspicion thickens. keeping his mouth shut is turning into an increasingly hard task.

but he just gives prowl a dismissive shrug. yep. don't mind this guy. just doing his job here. ]

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