[Citadel] A Simple Job (closed)

Sulla - Talonz - Talodias had been given an address where to pick up the parcel, a brown envelope that should be lying on a desk in the room directly right to the entrance. The address given was to an Kithoi block near the ward/presidium junction, one of the more effluent neighborhoods that had somehow managed to survive the war relatively intact.

The elevator accepted the young turian's token, as did the door to Albert's apartment. The door slid open with a satisfying beep the light inside illuminated.



"Welcome ... guest," a pleasant VI voice said, "Mr. Lowell is not at home right now, why don't you make yourself comfortable. Today is November the fifteenth; median room temperature is seventeen point five degrees centigrade."

There was a sudden scan from the side of the door, as the VI continued to talk, "You have been identified as; adult, turian, male, token is recognized as being not here for business. Selecting Scenario There are dextro snacks and drinks in the fridge and adjunct cupboard with a blue rim feel free to take some... red rimed fridge and cupboard contain levo snacks and drinks. You will find turian prophylactic, lube and other accouterment in the bathroom. Enjoy your stay, if you need anything please ask this system and do not hesitate to mingle with the guest." The lights dimmed lightly and pleasant music starts to play.

Sulla was dressed in simple running gear: a tight grey shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black cargo pants, with a simple dark blue messenger back thrown across his back, fastened with an additional buckle at the waist to keep it in place. And a beanie. A black one this time, that was loose on the top, and perched on top of his fringe. After managing to borrow some money, these were the first things he had bought. Nothing ate him more than having to use someone else's clothes that didn't fit properly.

He leaned on the elevator wall, tapping his foot against the floor. It was good to be doing something. It made him feel alive again. The doors opened soon enough, and as they slid aside Sulla stepped into an apartment that could have been straight out of the pages of a posh interior design magazine. He spins around a couple of times while walking deeper into the flat. The room seemed to be reacting to his presence by turning up the lights a notch, and suddenly the voice of a VI rang in the rooms.

The turian can't help but to jump a little when the pleasant voice starts to list the usual litany of dates, temperature, weather... Mr Lowell said he was near Sur'Kesh, so it was clear he wasn't home right now. He stops in his tracks when the message takes a turn for the unexpected, and when the lube gets mentioned, Sulla needs to stop a giggle. He can't stop a chuckle once the work mingle is out there. He outright bursts in laughter when the music starts. So this is how you manage to get so much booty, you sly moxie of a diplomat... And your immunity.

His mandibles are still trembling a bit when he remembers he should be looking for a thing to deliver, and continues to the room right of the entrance. Before that however, he goes to have a look in the fridge. Sulla's always hungry nowadays.

The fridge is well stocked, snacks and different types of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. It's just then with his back turned that there's a beep.

"Mister Talodias...", a voice booms through the room as a holographic representation of Albert appears in the corner of the room, "... I see that you have preempted me and my invitation to make yourself at home..." there was a smirk on his face, the human didn't look upset so that was good.

"I just wondered if while you are there you could check the router of the terminal in the study... the same room where you will find the document, it fails to respond... just wiggle the little cables in the back and turn it off and on again... that should fix it."

The turian is caught red handed, or rather with his pants around his ankles, and as he tries to turn quickly he hits the top of his head to the side of the fridge. Fortunately the beanie softens the blow somewhat. "Mr Lowell! I was just, err..." Sulla decides to set the explanations aside as the diplomat doesn't look angry. "Sure thing sir. Let me get right to it." The turian pads into the next room, his sneakers making a soft sound with every step.

As the beanied turian entered the study he was greeted by something unexpected, first it was clear the place had been ransacked, papers and datapads on the floor the a brown envelope was torn open its content read and discarded. The terminal and router lay to the side, the screen announcing that it was locked down due the failure to provide the correct ID.

But what really should surprise Sulla was the sudden flickering and dissipation of a cloak field revealing a man.

"What the..." the freerunner managed when he saw the chaos in the study, before there was some sort of distortion in the air. A second later, the tactical cloak failed totally, revealing an intimidating looking armor. Human. An image of the Cerberus troopers Sulla had fought against during the war flashed through his head. "Son of a--" the profanity was cut short by a panicked yelp, as Sulla took a few startled steps back he tripped on something and crashed to the floor. Clambering back up as soon as he could, Sulla reflexively adopted a fighting pose, with his knees bent, a foot in front of the other and claws stretched out in front of him. "Lowell! There's someone here!" he yells, hoping that the comm system was good enough to hear his voice from another room.

There was a muffled curse when the cloak failed and the man looked around, at least he wasn't armed. He took a step backwards before running towards Sulla, and attempting to summersault over the turian. If the turian had good eyes he could just make out a backpack.

"What! What's happening Mister Talodias?" came a voice from the other room.

An answer cannot be heard, since Sulla is fairly preoccupied with the man starting to run towards him. With the distance dwindling with an alarming rate, Sulla has to make a choice. Fast. Does he try to stop? Is this worth 150 creds? In the end, his sense of duty overcomes. I'm not going to let this spook get away without a fight. With a snarl the turian tries to grab the man just after the burglar had started his acrobatic getaway maneuver.

Sulla manages to snag the interloper just as he's overhead. Talons dig deep into his leg and he falls on the floor, there's a good chance that the turian would lose his equilibrium and fall backwards. Regardless he growls at Sulla.

"You dare! You cockloving slut" apparently he, just like the apartment VI, has some preconceptions why a turian would visit's Albert's apartment.

Now in full view of the holocam gives Albert all the information he needs...

"Stop that man, and I give you a bonus."

The burglar's momentum smacks Sulla out of balance, and way beyond. The turian is snagged off his feet and he is thrown sliding on the floor, slamming into the pedestal of the holoprojetor. A sharp pain in Sulla's upper back make him see starts for a moment, but he clambers up anyway like a trooper.

Albert's words are all the encouragement the turian needs. He charges into range, noting that his talons seemed to rip through the man's suit easyly enough, so he continues using them. Against a sturdier opponent, Sulla would simply pummel and hit like any other species without natural weapons. He starts with two wide swings at the head which are meant more as a diversion than an actual attack, and then follows with a backhand slap. If this opens a window, Sulla will try to drive his talons into the man's side.

The burglar jumps backwards away from Sulla's assault, he avoids the first slash but can't avoid the second; a gash is visible along his chest, blood dripping from Sulla's talons. He mutters something that the translator fails to translate, but jumps back into one of the elevators.

"Fuck..." Albert is visibly working on his omni-tool... "He is heading to the public parking... probably has a vehicle stashed... go to the private garage, take my car and follow him!"

Another elevator door opens, "level 26... now go!"

After banging fruitlessly on the just closed elevator door, Sulla hesitates for only a moment before rushing into the second elevator and hitting the button that said "26". "I'll find him!" he yells at the hologram before the doors shut.

Level 26 didn't look like a garage, not in the traditional sense of the word; it was all white paneling well lit... a voice probably another VI announced. "Mr. Lowell's guest is informed that his vehicles is at your disposal."


Out of the side an aircar's lights started up and it slid in front of the Turian, it opened its doors.



"Get in..." Albert voice came from inside the car, another voice, the car's VI was all to happy to point out that turian condoms and lubes could be found in the glove compartment and that it had both an hands-free and an autopilot mode.

Sulla keeps his enthusiasm in check when the white beauty stops, and in an almost inviting manner, opens its (her?) doors. His brain is screaming for him to stop and admire the aircar more closely. Like any male of his age, he is hopelessly fascinated by anything that has a motor and moves.

He jumped in, pulled the door shut behind him and punched the start-up sequence into action. Sulla let the VI ramble on, telling it once to shut up, but since the voice command seemed to have no effect to turian just ignored it. When the motors and the mass effect generator flared into action, the car rose a few feet off the floor. "Mister Lowell, do you read me?" he says while trying to find some way to open the doors to get out. Maybe the car had a comm system. Also, he had no idea where to start looking. Sulla doesn't even know what the escaper's car looks like.

"Solid copy on that Mister Talodias" Albert says, as he punches some more commands in his omnitool.

"I have some bad news... I have been informed that communication will be temporarily interrupted so you will need to work on your own in a minute or so. I don't know when I can get a real-time feed."

"Good news is that I managed to find the vehicle our perpetrator got in, and it'll be easy for you to find and follow."

He pressed another key, "more bad news, it's a gunship."



"Follow it, do not engage and once it has landed contact Frank Walberg at the embassy. I will .. ill .. ill .. ill .. ill .. ill .. ill " there's a loop of the last second before the message 'Connection is Lost' is displayed on screen.

What the fuck. A spirits damned gunship? On the Citadel? How in the name Palaven is that even possible?

"Engage? With what? Does this thing shoot dildos or something?" The diplomat is fortunately off the line before Sulla can make further witty comments. He forgets all else when the bay doors open, and Sulla rams the bit old-fashioned pedal to the floor and the aircar shoots out of the building like a bullet.

Sulla lets out a whoop when all the points of lights turn into rays momentarily. He almost collides with a large freighter before settling in one of the traffic lanes over the ward. Sulla isn't exactly an experienced driver, favoring public transportation because of his monetary state, but luckily modern transportation practically did the driving for you, giving an illusion of control.

The turian keeps his eyes peeled on the traffic. A gunship cannot be that hard to spot, even if the traffic at the Citadel was always at rush hour.

The gunship wasn't hard to see, as it thundered under the aircar, it showed as a big blue blip in a sea of orange blips.

It slalomed through the heavy traffic, relying on its bulk to convince other drives to get out of the way.

Despite the hectic nature of the situation, the sometimes hot headed turian keeps his cool and doesn't instantly sprung after the gunship when he spots it plowing through the traffic. After making a quick U-turn and turning to a lane going parallel with the course of the gunship, he follows discreetly, trying to blend in to the lines of aircars, trucks, shuttles and freighters flowing all around the diplomat's vehicle.

If Sulla would try something stupid, C-Sec would be on scene in a matter of seconds this close to the Presidium. If the gunship could fly around, it probably had clearance, which brought a plethora of other questions to Sulla's mind. With whom was he dealing with? The turian tries to push the thoughts aside for the time being, and concentrate on the chase.

As the ship gets further and further away from Albert's apartment it seems to slow down and moves as if it's just another vehicle among the many on its way towards Kithoi point.

There might be a problem however, as the area gets more industrial the blinding white car Sulla is driving gets more and more noticeable...

When the cityscape starts changing into big warehouses and the occasional office building, the traffic changes from chaotic to almost non-existent. Sulla tries his best not to blow his cover, but the car is very flashy and is probably getting a lot of stares already. He isn't a trained operative, and the turian knows it, so he keeps going straight, not bothering with any fancy maneuvering, trusting that the gunship won't start firing on a civilian vehicle in the middle of the Citadel. If the man decides to gun it, Sulla can freely pursue now that there are less moving objects to collide with. He only needs to know what the final destination is... Then again, no one would be stupid enough to fly to an extraction point under surveillance.