Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 25, 2015 2:53:18 GMT
The Citadel was known for its aptitude of being a low-crime urbanized utopia. Shiny lakes, shinier buildings, and now a beautiful view of Earth. But these were just a few of its many, many positive features.
However, in the lower levels of the wards, quite the opposite is true. Crime was abundant, c-sec was scarce, and poverty was rather high. It still looked better than most places though. People still seemed safe enough to walk around, albeit with a little contraband protection. Others made wealth through selling scrap, and others tried to build up clinics and hospitals for far reduced and free prices. Those who open such clinics for the financially lower class were revered rather highly among the community.
Even the greatest of angels, though, have their demons.
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Calistaris had only just recently settled into her newest abode on the Citadel and already had her first assignment. It was a bit of a let down for her, but she was excited about the high paycheck for this hit. She made her way down to the lower sections of the Kithoi ward, pass the Palaven gardens she always heard about and the floor with the "Authority" nightclub, an other attraction that tickled her fancy. But today was not about sights or experimentation for Cali. Instead, it was about getting a job done.
Finally, the elevator opened to the lower sections, close to the restricted life support levels of the ward. Calistaris was wearing a white suit with, to the trained eye, appeared to be the red Shadow Broker symbol flipped upside down. Under the jacket was tucked her AT-12 Raider. It was hard for her to smuggle, but a few bumps in the scanning code by a small virus provided for her for such situations and it was pretty simple. She made her way down the ward, feeling the inside of her jacket to confirm that her mask was also still there. She continued down, closing in on her target.
Cali turned the corner to the makeshift clinic, seeing a salarian medic take care of them. Here we go again she thought to herself, taking a slow breath in. "Hello? Ms. Celia?" She began, one hand reaching back and under her suit coat. "I believe I have an appointment?"
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Post by Crystallized0Rose on Apr 25, 2015 3:23:31 GMT
What a day, what a day. Celia shook her head, using a sleeve to wipe the thin film of sweat from it. It was a lot busier down here in the wards than she had anticipated, that was for sure. The black-skinned salarian rolled her shoulder and stood up to stretch both arms above her head.
There was something to note about the little lab she worked in. Everything was arranged according to its color. Greens beside blues and yellows, red beside orange and violet articles--no mind was paid to alphanumeric organization, that much was clear. And anything that was not nailed down was victim to such treatment, including vials, bottles, the odd flask, the terminal on wheels, the chairs (where applicable), microscopes, and all manner of dishes. At least everything was sectioned off the way it was supposed to be, it looked like.
And aside from that, there were also a few more people than one might expect in this little place. A batarian with a nasty head wound, a reddish-toned salarian sporting what looked like a broken or sprained arm and a wheeze, a turian grasping at his mandibles, and another turian who was laying down, asleep.
Presently, the doctor was attending the other salarian when Calistaris waltzed in. Cel spun around, smiling while the gentleman behind her looked less than pleased. "Ah, hello! I don't recall there being any sort of appointment, but please have a seat, this is a walk-in--" Once the gentleman caught sight of the turian and the way she was moving, that expression changed to one of apprehension and fear.
And Cel noticed it, too. She slowed her speech as she finished up her sentences with, "--clinic." The doc would only wait a moment, a millisecond, to see what Calistaris was doing and if her colleague's worry was justified.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 25, 2015 11:22:57 GMT
"Ah, a walk-in, right. My apologies." She stated bluntly, her free hand reaching for her mask. "Pretty dangerous around these parts to do something like that, not gonna lie." She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and ordered the other salarian, and the other conscious patients for that matter, to leave with a jerk of her head. After pulling the mask out, Cali calmly strapped it to her head. The mask was a pure white and the material appeared to be something synthetic, tightly woven on the outside. It was a perfect fit, and the red Shadow Broker symbol was the correct way around on it, where the nose would be.
She gently began stepping forward, slowly drawing the rather large shotgun. "Now Ms. Celia, I hope you know it's nothing personal! Don't start running and I'll give you a choice. All my employer asks is that I show they are not some pushover." She said, checking there was a full heatsink in the gun. "They never said to kill you. I could seriously maim you, destroy your nice clinic you have going here, hell even kill a few of your patients." She said, gesturing her shotgun to the unconscious turian. "I mean, we've already seen you don't care too much about your patients from the past, right?" She mocked, her mandibles pursing into a grin under the mask.
"But if you do run," she began, using her biotics to pull empty lab equipment and smash it on the floor. "I'll give you ten seconds before I charge the living hell out of you."
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Post by Crystallized0Rose on Apr 25, 2015 12:49:30 GMT
All of the patrons, at Cali's behest, straightened up and slid onto their feet. They shuffled out, two of them limping--maybe they had been in a fight together, in which case Celia's domestic skills were admirable. She would have to use them now.
The quip about her charges earned the turian a twitch of the eye and an unconscious step to the left, in front of the sleeping injured turian. A defensive action. Consequently, when the equipment came raining down it rolled to a stop after colliding with her foot. Cel didn't glance down at it, it wasn't like she could afford to. Her large, dark blue eyes were fixed on Calistaris.
The salarian tilted her head as she folded her arms in front of her chest, the tails of her white lab coat swaying slightly as she rocked her hips slowly. "You're not as ruthless as you think," she said as her head tilted to the side as well. "I must encourage you to leave here. If you don't, I'm afraid that things won't go quite according to your demands."
This hitman couldn't have been too naive. She'd been called to deal with this salarian for a reason, after all. Celia's shoulders tensed and she relaxed her arms. Her armor and pistol were in the cabinet just over there, behind Cali's right shoulder. She would have no trouble reaching it if things turned . . . less than ideal.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 25, 2015 13:09:43 GMT
"Oh, feisty now aren't we?" Cali said, now smirking under her mask. "I haven't seen something like that in a salarian for such a long time." She complimented, the muzzle of the shotgun still pointed at Celia. "At least you're willing to communicate. The last one began running as soon as I showed the mask. Oh, the look on his face when his chest was pressed under my foot, absolutely priceless." She recalled with a chuckle, leaning back on the wall and opening her omni-tool to lock the corridor behind her after the patrons left, all the while her gaze fixated on the salarian medic.
"And what makes you think I'm not ruthless, the fact that I want to have a nice conversation occasionally?" She said with a shake of her head. "Oh dear, if that prevented me from killing, I'd be out of a job within a week." She countered, taking a second to glance around the room at all the medicines and vials.
"You know, I really appreciate your work for these people, I do! I used to be in the same situation as these poor saps only a few years back. That's why I don't want to kill you and hang your entrails like holiday decorations on the krogan statue, or destroy all your precious medical supplies. So I'll cut you a deal," she offered, looking back at her assignment with surprisingly sympathetic eyes. "I'll beat you up a little, maybe a broken leg and ruptured optical vein, a few deep cuts along the back and kill the poor sap behind you, then I can leave and no one will be disappointed. Sure, your reputation may stagger a little, but all in all you'll be fine." She suggested, showing a more relaxed stance now. "What do you say?"
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Post by Crystallized0Rose on Apr 25, 2015 14:22:54 GMT
Celia just shook her head. Threatening the defenseless while around her was a very bad idea.
"No," she said as she took a small step forward. Cali might have seen her whole body tense in that instant if she was keen. "I appreciate the thoughts you're sending, though, if that's any consolation." Apart from not being partial to threats, Cel really didn't think her reputation could stand to fall any further than it already had. She was on thin ice as it was and any more heat would cause her to fall through to the endless depths of obscurity and infamy below. The doc wasn't willing to risk that, either.
Add to that the fact that Cali basically just admitted that she had hunted, possibly tortured and killed others before Celia? That put the girl in a right poor mood. Her smile was gone, her back was straight and she was looking the turian straight in the eye with cold, calculating eyes.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 25, 2015 14:55:44 GMT
Cali shook her head once more. "You really have a lot of nerves, I'll give you that." She said, standing upright again and cocking her head to either side until her neck popped. "But you really need to know when to just call it quits." She smirked, disappearing in a pulse of blue to reappear behind Cel, muzzle of the gun thrusted against her back. "You wanna know why I chose the raider? Large spread, very close and personal. One quick pull of the trigger and you'll have enough metal in you to build one of those fancy sky cars." She whispered to the salarian with a little giggle. "But I see you're not gonna go down easy, so here's your last chance. You can run. I'll give you ten seconds like I said before. Then I'm coming after you. Put up enough of a chase and I might just let you live with just some internal bleeding. But this is all you're getting." She said, taking a quick glance behind her. "And as a token of my word, the sleeping turian shall live." She offered, sitting back where the patient was resting.
"Ten... Nine..." She began, unlocking the corridor for her. "You have the advantage really, I only just moved here. Lets test how well you know the neighborhood." She suggested, flashing her omni-blade. "Y'know, it's been a while since I used this..." She admitted, just loud enough for Ceila to hear.
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Post by Crystallized0Rose on Apr 25, 2015 16:40:25 GMT
She felt the muzzle of the gun in her back, listened to her words, and contemplated everything that was happening. Her eyes oscillated back and fourth rapidly as she pictured in her head the environment they were in. A relatively small room with a few beds against the wall, plenty of cabinets and the doors she wanted. But she had to deal with Calistaris first.
"You speak too much," said Celia while she spun around, kicking out her leg and spinning around. She thrust out her elbow at the same time, aiming for Cali's cheek, while her other hand grabbed the barrel of the gun and turned it upward towards the ceiling. She did this blindingly fast, much faster than even a salarian should have been able to and without the use of biotics. If they landed successfully, they would likely send the turian hitman smashing into the cabinet, leaving a dent so large that the doors would never be able to open again--uncharacteristic strength for Celia's species.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 25, 2015 17:56:47 GMT
Most of the blunt damage was soaked up by Cali's barrier as she was hit, but the force still transferred through. She fell back onto the cabinets, absolutely demolishing the cabinet doors. Salarian STG, possibly? She thought to herself, slowly picking herself up. "You really must learn when to just give up." She mocked as she regained her footing, teleporting once again in front of Celia and thrusting her hand up to grip tightly round her throat, moving with incredibly high speeds. If Cali had hit her mark, she would sink her talons into her target's skin as she gripped.
"I gave you your chances, and now you die!" Cali exclaimed, looking out the corridor and seeing the mass of civilians who were watching. "But my orders were to send a message, so let's put on a show." She grinned as she chucked the salarian out the entrance, slowly stepping out herself. "You could have run, you know!" She exclaimed, her barrier appearing to fix itself. "I was gonna go easy, gonna let you run and hide!" She called, lifting up a loose panel with her biotics and forcing it to Celia. If Celia could dodge it in time, she'd most likely still have the disadvantage of being on the floor.
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Post by Crystallized0Rose on Apr 25, 2015 21:45:12 GMT
Boy, Cali was taking her sweet time in getting up. During that time, the doc had turned her attention away and had headed for the entrance of the clinic, using her omni-tool as it briefly flashed up to unlock the doors she was after. The small little box swung open and revealed a data-disk and pure black suit. Celia grabbed the disk and hitched to her belt before spinning around and seeing Calistaris baring down upon her.
The doctor made a soft noise of surprise and clutched at the turian's wrist, wincing but refraining from twisting or otherwise maiming her wrist. When she was thrown back she crashed against the floor, sliding a few feet and sitting up while rubbing her shoulder. There is no reason to go easy, Celia thought as the panel flew down and made as though to crush the poor salarian.
But she wasn't going to have any of that. The salarian chose to roll to the side, but even after the panel landed she continued her motion, right around a corner out of sight where she jumped to her feet and activated the little disk in her pocket. The doc kept all of her senses on high alert, prepared for when Cali would appear again. The turian was going to get a nasty surprise this time.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 25, 2015 22:52:52 GMT
Cali began chuckling to herself as Celia rolled away, about to chase after when her battlefield awareness kicked in. She turned and noticed the still unconscious turian on the bed. "Spirits, what kinda meds are they on?" She whispered to herself, picking him up. He was heavy, and more of a dead weight than anything else, but Cali dragged him in front of her, walking out and around the corner.
Cali had the hostage locked by the neck and close to her body, muzzle pointed out from under the turian's arm. "So, salarian, how would you like this to play out?" She began, lifting the position of the muzzle to under the hostage's chin.
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Post by Vil_Sixtus on Apr 26, 2015 22:20:43 GMT
'Someone's pulling me up I think- ah shit, time to wake up.' Opening his eyes, Vil looks over to Celia, giving her a wave, before noticing the shorter female who currently had him in a headlock, and had a gun pressed to his chin. "Your weapon is jammed." He'd sound quite calm and relaxed for someone with a gun in his face, letting out a yawn.
Of course, Vil had been taking a nap during all this, the useless git.
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Fimis Celia
Noob
Name: Fimis Celia
Race: Salarian
Occupation: Medic/???
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Post by Fimis Celia on Apr 26, 2015 22:44:23 GMT
Just as Cali rounded her corner, so too did Cel. She had her pistol drawn and aimed right at--Vil's head. The salarian froze on the spot, staring at the pair of turians before her as the one in purple clothes began to stir. She frowned at him as she heard him speak.
"Good waking time, Vil," she said as she glanced towards the heatsink in her pistol. It was A-OK. "It is good to see you are conscious at last."
Celia stepped forward towards Cali and her colleague slowly.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 27, 2015 0:26:37 GMT
Cali looked utterly confused when the waking turian suggested her gun was jammed. "What the- it's not, and even if it was," she began, activating her omni-blade to extend out. "I still have this. And if all else fails, I am a former cabal. That means venom blades at will." She smirked under her mask. She looked down at her gun and the headlock the hostage was in. She dropped the shotgun and put him in a more proper, restraining headlock with his right arm now locked in a seat-belt lock.
As Celia stepped forward, she drew the omni-blade closer to her hostage's neck. "Stop right there or he's gutted like a fish. Drop the gun and kick it to the side. I'll let him go and kick mine off as well. Then just you and I, one on one, only whatever we have left on us." She said, nearly pressing the blade next to the male turian's neck. "Deal?"
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Post by Vil_Sixtus on Apr 27, 2015 18:39:42 GMT
"Hush your face Celia, not all of us can sleep like salarians." Vil looks over to Cali again, sounding awfully calm for having a knife to his throat. "Is this your patien- ah, a former cabal? Hmm, I wonder how you snuck those blades past security. More specifically, the venom to coat them as well. You're clearly not here to rob the place given both your exchange with my co-worker and that you're here while it's still open. Yet you're clearly a turian of honour, or are at least overconfident enough to try for a one on one fight. Perhaps . . . Are you an assassin? No, you're an errand girl, sent by grocery clerks. To collect a b- Ah! A gang, that must be it!" Vil finally takes a breath, looking over at Celia again. "Or perhaps a more formidable organization. Only question is who?"
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