Mass Effect: World Bound

The rubble was heavy, the metal creaked. In the rain figures could be seen, scouring what remained of the once beautiful city of London, one man lifted a few pieces and looked as if he had seen a ghost, "SIR! I THINK WE FOUND SOMETHING!" Another man walks over, much older, "By god it's her."

So many things have happened. Everyone's heard the stories, the stories of the Reaper Wars: The retaking of Rannoch, the Battle of Palaven, The Reclaiming of Earth. We've even heard the stories of the heroes of the war, Mordin Solus, Admiral Anderson.... Commander Shepard. It's been a long time since then, everything has since been rebuilt, and society has been put back together, but it would seem that the races of the galaxy have gotten complacent, taking no more measure than necessary and never taking more steps than needed. This is not a happy story, not by any means, this is a story of hardship, friendship, determination, and above all unity, and if you want to stick around to listen, then feel free to take a seat.

Narration
Crew
Enemies
A terminal blinks into life, the words on it glowing a soft color.

Code:

Accessing Military Databanks........
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Loading........
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Data corrupt, can no longer be accessed, please reintroduce to databanks.
Name:
Race:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Military History:
Specialization: (Adept, Soldier, Engineer, Vanguard, Sentinel, Infiltrator)

Name: Brian E. Rockwell
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Has black hair in a short cut, brown eyes, about 6' 1 and a heavy build due to his weight training
Personality: Has a good respect for the rules, and enjoys the military for it's rigidity, has a distant personality for those who don't know him.
Military History: Has severed since he was 19.
Specialization: Soldier

Name: Alissa Keyer
Race: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Has red hair that she wears in a cut just above her shoulders, green eyes, below average height and a build expected of one who serves in the military.
Personality: Can be a bit spacey and tends to be considered an airhead, but can get the job done when needed. Is actually very intelligent but it doesn't show most of the time
Military History: Has served since she was 20
Specialization: Infiltrator

Name: Dal'Boros Nar Rannoch
Race: Quarian
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance: Typically wears the Quarian suit, on the rare occasion that he takes off any of it, again very rare, he pretty much looks like a typical Quarian.
Personality: Has a bit of a hard disposition, but it's more of a gruff exterior, and it doesn't last long once he spends time around, can be very sarcastic and has a sense of humor. Tends to make light of situations to help him through them.
Military History: Used to work with the Quarian Fleet but has since stopped and worked on his own.
Specialization: Engineer

Alissa had been running late, like usual she had been daydreaming when she had received the call, Natia had called her in, which she assumed meant that she herself had been called in. She rushed down the halls of the Citadel toward the docking bay, after entering she found herself running into a familiar face.
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Brian felt a person bump into him, he turned to see Alissa, "Well, I didn't think you'd make it here, hope your ready, She'll be here pretty soon, 'specially since the Alliance wants her here."

Somedays, one must truly appreciate the capabilities of Mass Relays and FTL spaceships. Using a few quick jumps, the captain had gotten to the Citadel and was on her way on foot to the meeting point. She walked in and then looked around to see who else was there.
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Ny'ra was still sitting at the cafe long after her friend had left, eyes lowered as she circled the edge of her cup with an idle finger. Her mind was certainly elsewhere, away from the busy streets of Thessia and the people crowding it. Still, the Asari homeworld was rather excluded to any not an Asari. It wasn't like they weren't attracting other races to the world, it was that it was still recovering despite the long time that had passed. Ny'ra sighed, and got up to leave the cafe.

Brian spent his time standing in the docking bay, looking over the ship and it's hull, the Alliance hadn't given them anything more than the standard, which meant they had a less than adequate ship in his eyes, He sighed as he remembered Commander Shepard and her ship the Normandy, it was quite the beauty.

Brian saw his captain enter the docking bay, he gave a salute, "Captain!"
Alissa also watched as her captain entered, "Hello Captain Bunla." She said with a smile."Your supposed to salute." Brian said in his gruff voice. "Oh! Yeah." She said as she saluted.

Brian put his arm down and assumed a pose that let him breathe, "I suppose we should get on the ship, Kayla is waiting for us."
"Yeah, she's been excited to see you again." Alissa said.

Brian simply stepped into the airlock and waited while Alissa did the same.

"Ah hello Captain Natia, I am assured that your leave was sufficient?"

"Yes, we do apologize for the sudden call, but we were assured that you would be right for this job, by someone I'm sure you'll recognize, an Admiral Richards?"