Mass Effect: Rise of the Machine Gods

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2585 CE (Common Era)
Location: Citadel, Serpent Nebula

The Citadel stood in all its glory, clear for the transit liner's passengers to see and take photos of. Typical tourist actions, in other words. There were all sorts of races, from Quarians with a variety of goals, a few on Pilgrimage, to a Krogan bounty hunter, there were numerous beings. The only one of particular note was a human male, barely a year or two over thirty. He carried a pair of weapons, which unnerved the other passengers, as he obviously was not security, but there was little they could do about it. His hands were behind the small of his back, like an officer at the CIC of a warship, and he was staring out the view port, watching the Citadel as it grew steadily larger to dominate more and more of the available view. The man did not usually helm his own ship, taking advantage of a variety of other circumstances to skulk around unseen. A feint smile played on his face, considering he rarely ever got back to the Citadel in general, let alone being recalled by his employers. A direct recall meant something unusually important had happened, and normal holograph communication would not be secure or expedient enough for their tastes.

The ship's pilot eased the craft into its assigned dock, and Alexi Isaac, the armed human, exited the ship with the rest of the passengers, who were eager to leave the human to whatever tasks he was going to pursue. Like it was their business, anyways. Calmly walking towards the customs passageway, and a few brief words admitted him into the security hallway. There was a Turian on duty, who looked over the armed human and went through the motions of scanning. A note on his file kept him from being detained for the possession of the weapons, or being questioned in general. Alexi calmly walked towards a transport, and entered his destination. The Citadel Tower, and he boarded and ignored the subtle vertigo as the Mass Fields kicked in and propelled the craft to its destination. Watching the various Wards go by as the craft went, Alexi steepled his hands and waited for the transport to reach its destination. This didn't take long, and as the transport landed and the door swung open, Alexi climbed out and straightened out his coat. He had just finished an assignment, and the reason he was recalled so quickly was because he had made his report as they were preparing to contact him.

Ignoring the looks of the various politicians, he strode forward, ignoring the greenery and keepers. It didn't take long for him to mount the last of the stairwells and walk out on the platform, where the Citadel Council waited for him. Alexi smirked, and crossed his arms, waiting for them to speak first. There were four of them, representing each of the major Council races that would be working with the situation. He never bothered to learn their names, which they had taken note of and usually kept him out in the field. The Turian represented his race, as well as the military arm of the Citadel. The Asari was the diplomat, while the Solarian was the intelligence of the group. Already at the platform was the human council, Rayn. Alexi usually avoided Rayn, and he returned the favor. They disagreed with each others means and motives, but their ends were the same, so they tolerated each other. Alexi finally broke the silence, tired of waiting for the Council to say something. "Right, I'm here, as requested. Not often you three recall Spectre's, whats gone wrong this time, and when do I leave to fix it?"

The Asari was first to reply, calm and collected, and what she said actually caught Alexi's attention. "Please be patient Isaac, your not going alone this time. We are expecting several others before the briefing." Alexi snorted at this, getting a pointed look from Rayn, who still kept quiet for now. He wasn't a fiery or hot headed politician, but he was as dirty and underhanded as the rest of them. Alexi addressed the Council, a smirk playing on his face. "We both know I don't play well with others. They have a tendency to get in my way, no offense to whatever sorry bastards you found to throw into the line of fire this time." Rayn finally spoke, in a low, hissing voice to the Spectre. "Watch your tongue, your barely tolerated as it is." Alexi just gave him a look that screamed he didn't care what Rayn had to say right now, and looked back to the Council, the Turian speaking now. "Ambassador Rayn has a point Isaac, but that will be discussed later. We will wait for the rest of your new team to arrive before we continue." Alexi sighed, and leaned against the rail, arms still crossed. Compared to all the spick and span folks that inhabited this level, he was downright disheveled and stuck out like a sore thumb. Alexi scanned for similar figures, those who stood out, to peg as potentials the Council stuck him with. Until then, it was the waiting game.

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