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Terrors of the Uncharted World
NozzIvix:
The encrypted message made it's way through the Extranet, to those lucky enough to have been chosen for the project. The message read as follows:
Greetings, esteemed Scientist/Xenobiologist/Archaeologist/Medical professional.
We here at Exogeni have a proposition for you! We have discovered an ancient Prothean Ruin on an uncharted planet in the Anapol system. If you have received this message, you have been deemed trustworthy, or skilled enough, to excavate this monumental discovery. A shuttle will be ready to receive you at the enclosed coordinates within three standard days. Within, you will receive further instructions. At the conclusion of the operation, a sum of 60 million Credits will be transferred to your accounts, no questions asked. Security will be handled by On-Site Exo-Geni personnel.
We expect that your capabilities are a match for our specifications according to the assignment required of you. If you prove not to be up to task, immediate removal will be put into place and the oath of secrecy will be maintained.
By Signing this Contract, you agree to the following:
This contract nullifies all right to communications, transportation, and etc
In Signing this contract, you agree to spend two years under surveillance and under oath of silence for the breakthrough studies you shall partake in. All research papers published containing knowledge pertinent to the excavation will require a 20% royalty to ExoGeni Corporation.
You agree to obey all orders from your superiors, especially those from A.R.A.
The security ExoGeni provides will prove sufficient, and you will forfeit the right to carry a firearm while under ExoGeni care.
If, for any reason, you leave the facility, ExoGeni has the right to pursue labor-enforcement and personal lockdown for the sake of retaining exclusive research rights.
ExoGeni will provide living quarters, meals, comfort, and all necessary technology for the duration of the excavation. The Location of the facility is to remain classified for three standard years after the conclusion of the excavation. This contract also stipulates that 30 million of the agreed upon 60 million credits will be transferred to your accounts upon arrival on the planet.
We thank you for your discretion,
- Exo-Geni Archaeological Research Administration
Printed Name: _________________
Signature: x____________________
(Mod Note: Your characters will be called to be on board the shuttle on Thursday. You have until then to choose your character, and have free reign to write your character recieving the contract, and get used to characterizing them if you wish. PM me if you have a Real Life issue that requires a story workaround.)
NozzIvix:
"Doctor Modovar, get that patient to the OR. NOW!" Katrin yelled, as the patient's vitals began to fade. "Sadin, get the team scrubbed up and ready to recieve a code blue." When the surgeon hesitated, her voice raised. "Move it! Or I'll have you tell his wife why he died!" that shocked him out of a standstill as the salarian all but sprinted down the hall. The Doctor moved to follow, she saw her boss approach.
"Doctor Ilnata!" She called out, the smaller Asari approaching at a slight jog. "We have a problem."
"Can it wait, Ri'a?" Katrin replied. "Sort of saving a Turian Admiral at the moment."
"No, you're not." Ri'a replied. "Kat, IA's after you for stealing drugs. I can cover you, but you need to get out of the hospital for a while. You're a damn good doctor, and I understand why you need these pills." She shrugged a duffel bag off of her shoulder and handed it to Katrin. "This is enough to keep even you buzzed for several years."
"Okay then," the Doctor replied, "But where am I going to go?"
"That's where this comes in." She tapped on her omni-tool, forwarding a message to Katrin's. "ExoGeni asked me for the best Xenobiologist I could spare. I was going to ask you, but then IA came snooping."
The Drell whistled. "Sixty miillion credits... Okay Ri, I'll do it." she began to walk to the exit. "Oh, and don't let anyone take my office!" She yelled as she entered the lobby.
Sixty million Credits, and several years worth of drugs... I need to pack.
Revan.Lorz:
Isani Tolar had grown bored. Sifting through mountains of information had never been her goal when she accepted the position of management in a lower rung of ExoGeni corporation, and yet here she was doing it. It was nothing like what she had expected. The job she had been promised had assured her that she would find evidence of a new form of life, the old wisdom of the protheans, and information, information that would boggle her mind. Well, they had given her the information, but she found the career to be severely lacking in the prior two.
Isani sighed, leaning back in her small chair and put the computer before her into sleep mode. As she rolled her neck, the door to the small office was opened, and her secretary, a lavender Asari, bowed and informed her a representative of ExoGeni had come to meet with her.
And a human walked in, his coat and pants the most expensive credits could purchase. He straightened his black tie as he briskly walked to stand before her desk, eyes obscured behind black-lensed glasses.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, miniature datapad, sliding it across the table to her.
"We require your services, Tolar." He said. "We expect that you will accept." He nodded deeply and left.
Hesitant, Isani picked up the datapad, moving to her feet as she read the material. A small, inhibited smile spread slowly across her face, and in a rapid movement she signed away a measly two years.
Durandal:
"And that's when I looked the Batarian straight in his four eyes and said, "Hell, you can keep the ship, it smells like a Krogan's ass anyway!""
The harem of Asari dancers burst out laughing along with the ruggedly handsome looking man in the middle of them. He sported a rather large captain's hat, with an Asari around each arm, and a bottle of some foul smelling gut rot alcohol in each hand. They ate up every word he said, every story he told. And he was just coherent enough right now to realize that. A rather angry looking human stormed up through the VIP section of the seedy Omega club and towards the drunken captain.
"Tobias what in the sphincter of hell are you doing? You are aware that we have something kind of important to do tomorrow? Yes?"
The drunk captain pulled his lips from the mouth of the nearest Asari and turned towards the angry man.
"Max!"
He staggered to his feet still clutching the bottles, and threw his arm around the man's shoulder, using him as a post to keep from falling face first on the floor.
"You need to learn to cut loose a little!"
"And you need to learn how to do it less!" the angry man responded.
"Come on! Have I ever steered you wrong!?" The captain said, sounding jokingly offended.
"Yes...A lot. Like that time at that brothel on Illium...In that bar on Virmire...The the time we raided that Volus armored transport...The time you tried to **** in that fountain on the Presidium...The time you told the head of the Phoenix Syndicate that his mother looked like an obese Elcor...Oh and there were those two Asian twins, remember them?"
"Oh come on Max, how was I supposed to know their father was head of the Yakuza?" The captain slurred out.
"We were trying to rob him!"
"Max, Max, Max....Maxyyyyyy...Maxamillionsssss! Forget all that. What is important is here and now. We'll make the checkpoint tomorrow on time. The Salarians won't know what hit them! Now come on! Live a little!"
The drunken captain ventured back to his eagerly awaiting harem of Asari. Max looked on with an expression of sheer anger and disappointment. The palm of his hand rested on his face as he muttered.
"How has he not gotten us all killed yet?"
tankobite:
--- Quote ---To whom it may concern; Department of Archaeology, Attena Academy:
This message is to announce my resignation,effective immediately, as assistant professor, Prothean studies, effective immediately. The lack of scholarly discipline and plagiarism at a once prestigious university is a sad chronicle of the state of affairs on Thessia.
If this department would rather ignore the discoveries confirming assertions made by the last remaining Prothean, It will do so without my expertise assisting its intellectual dishonesty.
B. Goul
--- End quote ---
Satisfied, he sent the message. There was no point in wasting words with those blue sycophants. With that out of the way, he began to write another short message.
--- Quote --- To the Exo-Geni Archaeological Research Administration
I accept.
Printed Name: Bernuk Goul, Ph.D.
Signature: x B. Goul
--- End quote ---
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