Who Am I? [Solo] [Various]

Human, a turncoat

"You want me to...do what?"

"Join the organization, of course. Become one of the team."

"I'm alliance intelligence."

"You haven't been alliance intelligence for over a decade. Not since Torfan, not since the Blitz, not since what happened afterwards. You've been feeding pirates, slavers, batarians and more information for nearly half your career. You're as much alliance intelligence as I am attending this meeting."

"The drone's a bit on the rude side."

"I make it a habit of not getting within shooting distance of potential hires."

"Why do you think I'd be interested."

"You want to see your family, you want a retirement, a safe one, you didn't want to be stuck in the SA for your retirement, waiting for the house of cards to come crashing down, you certainly don't want to be stuck in SATAE. You're a seperatist and a revolutionary and a few worse things I'd rather not label you. And I can help you get all that.

You also haven't said you're not interested this entire conversation. This isn't a discussion of whether or not the sale will happen, you're fishing for a price."


"Some proof, so I don't rat you out to my superiors?"

A dataslate is passed across the table. Reading is done.

"...I accept."

"Welcome to the team Mister Jamesson

"Thank you for letting me on."

Asari, an adventurer

"You really think I'm interested? I finished working the information circuit half a century ago. The shadow broker has a stranglehold on it now."

"Had, I believe everyone's favorite broker will be dealing with a...marked decrease in resources once the relays go back on line, all things considered.

I heard you made quite the stir during the Reaper War."

"I died during the reaper war. Supernova, I was an interceptor in the van."

"Impressive job faking your death there, by the way, may I ask how you did it?"

"Didn't do nothing. Pretended to be some poor girl with no family, said I died. Her name'll be immortalized, the fighter that killed a destroyer. Better than what she got."

"Noble."

"Uncharacteristic as fuck though, yeah."

"I said nothing."

"Look, I'm not interested, there's no grand adventure I haven't gone on, no variety of madman I haven't worked under. Tell your boss I said no, and let me die in peace."

"I hadn't realized you'd worked for a geth before."

"...what?"

"Working under a geth, off a geth ship, with geth technology.

How's that for one last, grand adventure?"

"You're bullshitting me."

"You're not going to find that out by killing yourself in an Illian whorehouse."