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((the descriptions of the races are from wikipedia, i take no credit for it whatsoever.))

The year is 2190. the galaxy is not as empty as we once believed. Humans have discovered a technology dating 50,000 years prior to first contact made with the turians. This technology has skyrocketed human civilization by centuries. The humans have discovered the Citadel, an enormous installation created by the same species that created the Mass Driver. But the citadel is occupied by 3 major council races, each comprising of hundreds of other sub-races. The council dictates all of what happens in the know galaxy, they are law and order. They have developed an organization of specila individuals. Individuals that are above the law, and only answer to the council. ((even though i mentioned humans, they will not be in this Rp. they make things...complicated))


This organization is known as the SPECTRES. These elite agents only answer to the council, and no one else. They deal with subjects that the council finds too sensitive to send the regulars into. The spectres are the best of the best, fitted with special prototype weapons, equipment and technology. They are trained specially and secretly, preferring to work in the shadows rather then be publicly known. There are three races that have been accepted into the spectres. There is also one race, The geth that are not in the council but will be for this RP.

Turians: Turians have a reputation for skill and bravery in combat, but are not considered bloodthirsty. In combat, turian units are highly adaptable and yet highly disciplined. Turian units do not break, no matter how disadvantaged; they will retreat and withdraw if necessary, but will do so in an orderly fashion, setting up vicious rear-guard actions and ambushes along the way. A rigid code of honor and strict discipline are the hallmarks of any turian officer and soldier. This includes humane treatment of prisoners and conquered enemies. A turian unit will never willingly leave behind one of their own, no matter what the cost of going back to retrieve their comrade. Turian society in general is very honor-bound, concerned with the performance of one's duty, regardless of one's role in society. All turians work for the glory of the state and are all state-employed in some way. Military service is required for all turian citizens, as well as client races who wish to become full turian citizens.

Salarians:Salarians, who possess one of the three permanent Citadel Council seats, are a species renowned for their mental acuity, technical skill and their high aptitude for espionage. Salarians have a very high metabolism rate, lowering their life expectancy to about 40 Earth years, but also necessitating very little sleep, around 1-2 hours per day.

In the interstellar community, they have created many of the major technological advances that now fill the galaxy. Highly intelligent, their mental acuity is galactically renowned. In fact, they are considered to be hyperactive by most other races; salarians, however, disagree with this prognosis, considering other races to be slow and dim-witted.Militarily, they are considerably weaker than the turians in head-on combat, preferring to employ sabotage, reconnaissance, counter-intelligence and commando operations against any enemy. However, in this type of battle, the Salarians are perhaps par to none. They excel at information gathering and while they consider outright direct war to be a last resort, once they do engage in war, it's almost always by surprise (they see a declaration of war as strategically unsound) and by a strategically dominant force - after all, they've long since figured out what and who they are fighting against and how their foes are going to fight.





Asari: ((first of all, the entire race is female, they reproduce asexually. so if you don't want to be female, don't be an asari))Of all the species in Council space, the asari are the most widespread, powerful, and respected, due in part to their being the first species since the Protheans to achieve interstellar flight, to discover and learn how to use the Citadel, and their position as a founding member species of the Citadel Council. Despite this, the asari are open in their service to others, to the point where there is no cultural stigma attached to performance arts, even sexual ones. This has led to salacious rumors of asari promiscuity, which they consider unfounded.

Of all the galactic species, the asari are the most economically powerful; their culture, products and entertainment dominate the galaxy. They are governed by a loose democracy, known as the Asari Republics, and are known to be politically centrist, favoring stability that is conducive to cultural and economic development. Politically, they practice a form of direct democracy that could only be described as an e-democracy, where citizens contribute to the general consensus via a huge interconnected network. However, they also have a matriarchal council that heed the will of the people and make decision for their welfare accordingly. The asari can live for a thousand years going through three stages in life; the Maiden stage (lasting to 350 years,) an energetic phase in life in which an asari is growing up and setting the initial course of her life; the Matron stage (lasting from 350-700 years) where an asari draws back to a more deliberative phase and begins to lay the foundations of a family and her place in society, and finally the Matriarch phase (700-1,000 years) where the asari takes her place among the elite in society, participating more in cultural and political affairs and generally leading the next generation to fruition.


Geth:The geth are a race of networked AIs that reside beyond the Perseus Veil. The geth were created nearly 300 years ago by the quarians as labourers and tools of war. When the geth began to question their masters, the quarians realized they had achieved self-awareness and thus attempted to exterminate them. The geth won the resulting war, banishing the quarians from their home world and reducing them to a race of nomads. The example set by the geth has led to the legally enforced, systematic repression of artificial intelligences in galactic society.

Name: Kratos Arterios

Gender: Male


Race: Turian Spectre

Weapon specilization: assualt rifles. basically, hes a soldier, trained in sniper rifles, shotguns, and pistols. No tech abilites other then minor hacking and no biotic abilities.

Appearance:

Bio: Kratos had been in along line of spectres. His father was one, his fathers father was one, and so was his mother, and her mother before her. As a child, Kratos was groomed to become a spectre just as he was meant to be. When he was of age, he took the spectre EXAM and passed with flying colors, beating the score his father had scored. Kratos had always beleived that to acheive the mission, you must go outside the law. He hated red tape and the paperwork that came with regualr police. If he was goign to get the job done, he had to do it HIS way, without limitations. Who cares if he bent the law a little? If he accomplished his goal, what was the difference if he had to us shady methods to do so. Kratos usually works alone, not wanting to rely on others and not wanting others to rely on him. But he DID knwo that you can't acheive everything on your own, so if he has to, he WILL work with other individuals. Hes deadly and efficent, the culmination of what a spectre should be.

((are there humans in this one???))

helloson was on a cliff top. wacthing a nearby encampment. The encampment had at least 30 geths. 30 energy swords and what looked like about 20 energy pistols. But he couldnt tell with all the boxes. he would find out tonight. he reported to the coucil on regular basis of the encampment. there movement patterns. how they fought. which was different from any other geths he survayed. as night approched more and more started to fall into tenets to recharge. one gaurd laid at every corner of the encampment. i climbed down the cliff. i ran behind a bush. staying hidden to a nearby geth. the geth moved away. i ran into the camp, staying in the shadows.after hours of searching, the sun started to rise. i quickly vacited the place. not being seen. i told the coucil, when i was a safe distance from the camp,telling them of the corrected gun figures. they told me to brun the encampment. it would be easier without the 40 geths in the region. i moved back to the encampment. my eyes truned a blazeing red as a small corner of a tent went ablaze. soon spreading to the rest of the encampment. before the geths relized there was a fire in the camp. many were burned. only three survived the fire. i quickly dispacthed them before they could tell others of what had happened.

a metallic voice was overheard as Kratos came aboard. "Spectre Kratos is on deck, Ex-o Addonas is releived." Kratos nodded at Addonas. "anything to report?"

"nothing as of yet si---." Addonas was cut off as zechs interrupted. "priority one communication from the council sir. should i transmit them?"

Kratos made his way to the his personal quarters. "yes, ill take them in 30 seconds." Kratos sealed the doors to his quarters and pressed a button on his arm pad. He made sure the line was secure and then began transmitting the council. Three holographic figures popped up. the council began to speak as one. "Kratos. we have aquired reports of an unusual reading on the planet Illos. we don't have all the details as our scanners were jammed. We would like you to check it out."

"of course. i will check it out immediatly. is there any other information you can give me? i don't like going into a situation without proper intel. Thats how good soldiers die."


The Turian council member shook his scaled head. "we don't have much, but what we do know is that right before our scanners were jammed, we picked up a distress call. we are forwarding the available audio files to you now." The councilman pressed a button and the briefing room was filled with static. Screams could be heard in the background, and weapons fire erupted. a gargled voice screamed franticly. "to anyone who hears this! we didnt even get a chance to retaliate! they just started slaughtering us...they came out of....oh god....NOOOO!!"

The Salarian council member shook his head. "all of the rest is just screams...find out what happned, Kratos, then report back to us."

Kratos nodded in ackolwegement, then shut down the comm. He went to the navigation console, looked up Illos, then uploaded the coordinates to Zechs. "get us there as fast as you can Zechs." Zechs nodded, he started up the Enterprise, and released the docking clamps. They shot out of the citadel at just above the required speeds. Kratos loved the familar feel of the ship as she hummed through space. As they were coming up on the jump gate, Kratos made sure to check his equipment. He would take everything on this mission. His prototype HMWVA MK IV assualt rifle, His HMWVA MK III sniper rifle. His HMWVA MK VIII pistol, and of course, his MK V shotgun. each weapon was energy based, not needing any ammunition. But the problem with these guns was that they overheated. He donned his armor((see my char. pic for armor look.)) and went back to the bridge.

He saw Addonas star to go get packed. Kratos stopped him. "im sorry old friend, but im going alone on this one. Its just a recon mission, ill be fine."

"but sir, it is not safe for you to go down by yourself!"

Kratos smiled at his friends concern. "im a spectre Addonas...i've been trained for this kind of situation, i can handle it, im sure. Plus, in case something DOES happen to me, i need you in command to finish the mission and report to the council, understand?"

Addonas nodded reluctantly, then regained his composure and saluted. "of course it is sir! ill keep the base under control, until you get back."

The Enterprise was sucked into the jump gate, and when they arrived on Illos, Kratos sensed somethign was wrong. "alright Addonas, im heading out, ill report in hourly. I want the ship stealthed until i return. im taking the shuttle."

Kratos went to the flight deck, commandeered a shuttle, started it up, waited for the docking bay doors to open, and then shot out into the darkness that was space. Kratos prepped the shuttle for reentry, and then waited as she smoothly went through the atmossphere. Kratos landed the shuttle close to where he saw what looked like a colony.

Kratos scanned the air for toxicity, and found none, the air was breathable. He got out of the shuttle, made sure all his equipment was secured and started investigating the colony. There were no traces of any bodies, but the evidence of a firefight was obvious. Pock marks dotted the buildings, claw marks also were there. "what happened here...?" Kratos kneeled and inspected what looked like a standard Alliance assualt rifle. "humans...why do they always get themselves in trouble...?"