CDN without rules

He was Alexander Adolrikson. Mombasan supercop of the future. Half Human/Half Asari/half geth ALL COP.
He was wandering down the streets of Mombasa, next to his Nomandy class Frigate that he got off of the normandy crashsite, with his Super expensive harrier with Omniblade, Grenade launcher, Magazine extender pro x and thermal sights. But he heard from CDN that there was a meetup, so he climbed into his Normandy class frigate and told his Quarian, who totally respected him despite him being a massive Xenophobe, to drop him off at the citadel.
Because he was so super extreme, he litrelly meant dropping off. So he climbed into the orbital drop pod and was released, speeding towards the Zakera ward floor.
He then jumped out at the last second before it exploded, looking totally awesome.

Tomaj Isadore. He didn't carry a gun, he didn't need it, all he had to do was look at people and they burst into flames. His biotics didn't throw people, they threw galaxies. He didn't walk anywhere, nor did he ride in a ship or air car, he rode Kalros, his personal thresher maw. He didn't have a girlfriend, he drowned in the ocean of women that he slept with. He didn't carry a credit chit, it didn't have the capacity, no, he carried a 100,000,000,000,000 petabyte server, and that wasn't enough. He didn't own a house, he owned a star system. The migrant fleet were his personal servants and Illium was his harem. He was Tomaj Isadore, the most interesting Krogan in the known Universe

Reem Shikkzy was rich, was pissed, and didn't give a FUCK. He conquered the citadel with his own private army, and was soon going to defeat the slaving side of the Confederacy, and then educate the Yahg in a way they would understand: by FORCE, if necessary.