Nazz's Kool Kidz Klub Application 2, Electric Boogaloo

So, a long time ago the brethren moons decide to wipe out organic life. The aliens who then become necromorphs attempted to stop the brethren moons by creating the Codex. They failed, and humans are left behind. At our civilization apex we come across the necromorphs, and through them Isaac discovers the true secret behind the Unitologist Leader's plans; reintroducing the brethren moons. Isaac is able to accomplish the seemingly impossible feat of defeating a seemingly invincible enemy; brethren moon. He defeated them by activating the Codex, and the moon crashes into Tau Volantis. Isaac then apparently dies, only to find out the brethren moon successfully notified the rest of the brethren moon armada to come and harvest all organic life.

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So, a long time ago the reapers decide to wipe out organic life. The protheans who then become collectors attempted to stop the reapers by creating the Crucible. They failed, and humans are left behind. At our civilization apex we come across the forces indoctrinated by the reapers / collectors, and through them Commander Shepard discovers the true secret behind Sarens plans; reintroducing the reapers. Shepard is able to accomplish the seemingly impossible feat of defeating a seemingly invincible enemy; the scout reaper. He defeated them by disabling the citadel, and the reaper crashes into the Citadel. Shepard is buried under the rubble and surprises everyone with his appearance, only to find out the scout reaper successfully notified the rest of the reaper armada to come and harvest all organic life.

   "Punch it," Combo said as Smokes held the detonator in his hand. After giving a brief look over his shoulder towards Kooky Spooks, he nodded. Combo readied the carnifex in his hand moments before the detonator was set off. The door burst open and in went the three men through the back door of the building and out into the alleyway. Kooky and Combo swept right and put several rounds into the man running up the alleyway at them with his weapon drawn. Smokes went left through the door and used his Locust to put the first armed man in sight into the floor.

    Kooky underhanded a det-pack to Combo who proceeded to throw it into the building behind him as they bolted in order to buy themselves some time. "Shit's in-place, Smokes! Three, two," *boom* went the doorway as the old ceiling came down in order to block their escape. Further down the alley they went before a round grazed Smokes' left side.

    "Son of a bitch! Son of a *bitch*!" he emphasized as they rounded the corner.

    "I told you we shouldn't have burned McCaffrey, God dammit!" Combo explained as he reloaded a new cell into his handgun.

    Smokes held his side as he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. Luckily, his shield kept the bullet from penetrating him fully, "He was a fuckin' snake!" he exclaimed defensively as he, too, reloaded.

    Kooky regarded the two of them with narrowed eyes, "If you two are done playing grab-ass, we have more people coming."

     Smokes opened his eyes to look at the woman sitting across the table from him once more. She was seated in a highback chair with one leg folded over the other, her hands clasped calmly in her lap. He couldn't quite remember her face, but he had her figured for plain looking, judging by her scratchier voice and the fact that she wore pants instead of a skirt to go with that awful blue suit jacket. The room itself was dark and he figured that there was a camera somewhere, but he couldn't be too sure. Her name was Amara. He knew-not of a last name, but that was the alias she went by.

     "That was it, that's what happened before we got to the spacepo-" Smokes started before being interrupted by the woman.

     "Tell me again, why did you shoot him? He was valuable, to some degree, obviously." the woman asked.

     "He was a snake," Smokes said plainly as he took another cigarette from the open pack on the table. After flipping up the casing covering the top of his lighter, he struck the wheel and used his free hand to shield the flame as he brought it up to light his smoke. After taking a deep drag, he exhaled the smoke through his mouth as he spoke, "He burned us. Burned quite a few people, actually."

     "... They're waiting for us in the hangar," Avery said as Smokes and Combo neared the entrance to the spaceport. "Straight through customs into the private bay, they're loading the stuff as we speak," he added. Avery was an associate of the duo. While Combo was also an associate of the Syndicate itself, Smokes was a made-man. After having acquired several shipments of weapons from a contact in the Turian military, they were meant to transport them offworld in order to auction them back on Syndicate shores. If it went successful, Avery was going to get the break he was looking for in order to take his sacrament and vows to get into the family on his own accord.

     As they entered the spaceport, all seemed to be going normally. Combo had his jacket slung over his shoulder and Smokes walked casually with his bag hanging at his side. They went through gate A and then Avery piped up, "Do you think everything's going to go over smoothly?" the young man, no older than twenty or twenty-one asked.

     "Look, kid. Everything's going to roll over smooth as ice. McCaffrey and Dillon are waiting for us inside with everything already packed. Once we get through the scans, we just jump-ship and go," Smokes said in an attempt to reassure him.

     Upon reaching the scanning area, Smokes removed his bag and set it in the bin to be scanned. The trio removed their shoes and accessories and went through the typical spaceport nonsense before getting their belongings back. They then stepped into the elevator that took them down to the lower level where the private hangar was. There were few people in the halls, which made Smokes nervous, given the lower levels were typically packed with their contact's own goons. McCaffrey was another made-man, like Smokes. Combo assured him that he could be trusted, given the two had worked together in the past, laundering ill-gotten gains.

     The outer airlock of the hangar opened and the three stepped inside. Smokes reached into his jacket and pulled out his carton of cigarettes. He promptly lit one up and tucked the lighter into the breast pocket of his bomber jacket. He smirked as he let the cigarette burn as it hung between his lips, "I can't wait to get away from this fuckin' bird's nest," he said as he walked through the door, looking over his shoulder as he did so. To his surprise, Combo and Avery weren't moving and just stood still.

     In order to see what the commotion was about, Smokes looked forward once more to see a dozen or so soldiers from the Turian Hierarchy aiming weapons at the door. He took note of McCaffrey holding a gun to Dillon and in that moment, he realized that they'd been had. The traitor turned to look at them, "Ah! Gentlemen!" he let out in a boisterous manner. "I'm glad you could join my friends in the Hierarchy and I! Now, Percy -- be a doll and unlock the ship. Your plus-one seems to have locked himself inside."

     Smokes slowly brought his arm up in order to access his omnitool. He slowly poked at a few of the systems before a small panel on the side of the ship opened up and a gun-turret came out and began to fire on the group. This gave the trio enough time to run for cover, though they lacked weapons.

     "... and you took off after Kooky Spooks came out with a scimitar?" Amara asked as she tilted her head some in skepticism.

     "The snake took off running after he put one in Dillon. Avery was hit, too. First one died point-blank, the kid bled out after we got into orbit." the smoker explained as he exhaled the exhaust from his cigarette through his nose. It hid Amara's face while she shifted in her seat, which caused him to shift his shoulders uncomfortably in the chair as he leaned back and kicked his feet up on the table.

     "What happened after Palaven, Percival?" she asked.

     "What do you mean what happened after Palaven? You know the story, I wouldn't be sitting here if you wanted me d-" he fussed, but got spoken over once more.

     "I have you sitting here because I know perfectly well what you -did- do, and I want some goddamn answers!" she exclaimed. "Now are you going to sit here and make it difficult, or are you going to tell me? I could call the two men outside in here and they could -make- you give me the answers I'm looking for," she said with a particularly venomous tome.

     Smokes sat with his cigarette burning between his lips in silence for several long, drawn-out moments. Each tick from the clock nearly caused him to wince, given the intensity of the Syndicate interrogation. "... alright," he began.

     Smokes set the audio recording device on the table and turned it on. Combo sat backwards on one of the kitchen chairs while Kooky Spooks kept his eyes outside, peeking through the curtains in the living room of the apartment. Tied to the chair was McCaffrey. Several of his men lay dead on the floor after the breach. The smoker pulled out his switchblade and knelt down. He grabbed the snake by the jaw and held his knife up as he let the blade extend from the hilt, "Why'd you fuckin' do it?" he demanded gruffly. "Lookit me," he demanded as the man in question tried to pull away. "Look at me!" he shouted.

     "They gave me a good fuckin' deal, Percy," McCaffrey said. "The whole thing was a goddamn set-up. The Hierarchy let me go if I gave 'em you. The whole thing wasn't meant to happen like this."

     "You mean we weren't meant to leave that fuckin' planet," Smokes corrected as he reared back and socked him in the face with his free hand.

     "Kick his fuckin' teeth in, Smokes," Kooky added.

     Combo came forward holding a fireplace poker. He smacked the bound man several times in the stomach, before whipping him across the back a couple of times, "You like that, you dense motherfucker!?" he shouted. "I trusted you and you snaked me! You snaked all of us!"

     With no response from the man, Smokes stuck his knife in the table and reared back with his good hand to punch him square in the nose. A crunch was heard as his nose broke and began to bleed him all over the front of his shirt. He began to pace around behind him as Combo reached for the knife. "I ain't gonna' kill you, oh no. You're not worth the bullet, friend-o. What I -am- gonna' do, though!" he cautioned, sounding like he was about to go over the deep end. "Is fucking. Send you. A goddamn. Message. You son -... - of a bitch!" With every pause, Combo poked the switchblade into the side of McCaffrey's leg, effectively maiming him pretty good until he stopped to take a few deep breaths as he sat back down on the chair.

     Kooky Spooks looked over from the window, "They just pulled up outfront, guns already out. We need to go now, or we won't have another opportunity," he said.

     Combo looked back towards McCaffrey, "If we have to come back, I'm not going to be h--" he was cut off as Smokes simply put one in the back of the bound man's head. "Ah, fuck! Percy! Come on, man! You got chunks all over my sh-- this is a new fuckin' polo, my man!"

     Smokes grabbed the recorder and headed towards the door, "There's gonna' be more than just his goons if this goes public. We're going out the back."