Full Name: Sabra'Le nar Alarei
Age: Mature
Gender: Female
Race: Quarian
Personality: Sabra is quick to anger, and very determined to find something of use to bring back to the Flotilla. Sabra can sometimes be a bit outspoken for herself, which can get her into trouble in the first place. All and all she is just a scholar. Hoping to learn anything she can.
History: Sabra was born on the the well known Scientific research vessel. She grew up to know much about science and how computers work. Even at a young age she was able to fix certain systems and work on the engine. Though because of her age, she was still watched carefully. Still, she quickly became a help to her crew members, which in Quarian society, is better for the good of the flotilla. Sabra has been on her Pilgrimage for a few months now. Gathering really nothing to bring back to the flotilla. She is now in the Citadel to explore. Though she has quickly found out her race is not particularly liked.
Appearance: She is average height, about 5'5". Slim, but that is all there really is to explain. Her suit is silver and teal while the face mask over it is the traditional purple color. Sabra's voice is slightly higher than most Quarian's but is still about the same to other races.
Weapon of Choice: Pistol or Shotgun

OoC;

I usually just describe my characters in my intro (minor details in proceeding posts, sometimes) and I was wondering if that's okay?
I'm just going to post the intro and you can tell me if that's good enough or if I should throw up a list for you.

Oh, and I know the intro is gonna suck. I promise I get better after the first post. ;-;

BiC;

Every Turian knows that the needs of the many are greater than the needs of the one. Duty, honor, sacrifice. These are the requirements for anyone who makes it through boot camp and into the real world. C-Sec was almost the same. The rules are a code of honor by which they want your life to be bound.

Kaltus hated those rules. He hated their loopholes, their corruption, their demanding nature. The only thing he hated more was letting criminals run free. That was why he was in C-Sec. It was true, he had never seen eye-to-eye with his superiors and barely made it through all his time in boot camp, but he always had a heart for justice and he wanted to do the right thing. Nothing more, nothing less.

These thoughts ran through his mind as he sat in a chair nearby the cell doors, carefully loading ammo into his pistol. When he was finished he ran his hand lovingly over the gun - too many times in his life that thing had saved his life, and even though it was an inanimate object he genuinely cared for it - and pointed at a wanted poster on the opposite wall. For a minute he stared down the criminal's image before letting out a deep breath and placing the gun at his side.

The cell guard on duty shook his head and let out a quiet chuckle. Kaltus turned his whole body to face the man. "What?" His tone was flat and unamused.

After meeting his eyes for a minute the guard looked away. "Nothing. Just thinking. They say you do that same thing every day, and it's just...kind of weird."

"Whatever you say, human. I don't want to talk about it." Standing, he made his way towards the center of the c-sec complex. Break time was over and it was time to get back to work. Hopefully there was something that needed to be done - he felt like he would scream if he were forced into patrolling again.

On his way out he felt a hand on his shoulder and whirled around to see one of his superior officers. "Are you okay?"

In response Kaltus mustered a shrug and a forced chuckle. "Surviving, like always."

Although they were of the same race, he and his boss stood out drastically from each other, especially side to side. While he was very generic as far as coloring went - black with white patterns so heavy around his face was almost more the latter color - his boss was about as bright and vibrantly colored as a Turian could get. Throughout most of his life Kaltus had used his generic appearance as a skill to help him blend into crowds, and he could hardly fathom sticking out as much as some others did. The difficulty at subterfuge would be increased, to be sure.

His employer took his hand off Kaltus' shoulder and waved it dismissively. "As long as you're in working condition. Listen, we've got a small issue and need an officer to investigate. It's probably beneath you, but everybody else has their hands full. Would you take care of it for me?"

"Depends," he felt a wave of relief come over himself. A small job was better than none, after all, "what is it?"

"Nothing that should be too difficult. There's a report of theft, petty most likely. Some Quarian. An officer in the area is keeping an eye on her, but he has to get back to his post in case something more serious happens."

He nodded and smiled - well, the closest a Turian could get to smiling. "I've got nothing better to do. May as well earn that paycheck."

With a pat on the back from his boss and a few instructions he was on his way.

Who knows? Maybe it would be something exciting for once.

Sabra'Le nar Alarei. Just a few days ago she had arrived on the Citadel. Hoping the start at least some sort of work. Something to learn, something to continue and help her towards the future. What did the young Quarian get instead? As soon as she stepped off the ship, the women at the desk told her to not steal a thing and that C-Sec guards will be watching her closely during her stay. Though the human women had just plainly greeted the other non Quarian passengers. Sabra was already ticked about that. Not only that, Sabra was hauled in to be questioned by C-Sec before she was allowed to wonder around. She found a nice cheap place to stay in the wards. One that was right across from an Asari stripper who brought someone new home every night. Though the entire pilgrimage was not supposed to be easy. It sure did suck.

Sabra the next day went job searching. Telling each potential employer how she worked on the Flotilla. She could do anything with machines and could be a great help. Though She finally found a job in one of the many cargo bays... Craning crates around to organize. That job would change her stay for good. Her second day on the job, Sabra already knew how to use the crane, even fixed it to work a bit smoother. She saw a human man get shot in cold blood. Though apparently the killers told C-Sec a Quarian had done it. Who are you going to believe? A fellow Turian, or a Quarian. I think you have you answer.

Sabra now sat in a fellow Quarian's apartment. She was bend over, sitting down, elbows on her knees and hands holding her face. "Why?" She was saying over and over. The small spot on her suit lit up as she spoke. "I didn't do a thing!" She was telling the other male. Sabra stood up a bit later. Realizing she could not allow him to go down with her. Quarian's were taught to put the Flotilla over themselves. In other words they were taught to put others over themselves. Lucky for her the wards was such a busy place..

"I'm going to get out of here. Thank you Gertre. Keelah se'lai" She told him before leaving out into the wards. Of coarse she was easy to spot, but Sabra was not the only Quarian on the Citadel. She was worried and scared. If faced with jail time, she would have no embassy to go to. She was completely under their law.

Kaltus remembered his first day on the citadel, and how impossible it was to navigate at first. Now it was as natural as breathing, and he could flow like water through the crowds to almost any area of the immense structure with hardly an ounce of effort. So much so that he was in the correct district before he even realized it, and practically ran into the c-sec officer he was directed to meet.

Taking a step back, he gave a quick apology and instantly looked around. "Where's the Quarian?" He asked.

"Over there." He pointed towards a large crowd, and although it was difficult to notice if one looked closely they could see the recognizable form of a Quarian's environmental suit.

"I was told you were holding her until I could take care of it?"

The officer shook his head. "They told me to keep an eye on her, not detain and question her. That's your job. You heard what she did, didn't you?"

"I was told it was something involving a theft - nothing serious - but whatever it is, I'm certain it's not worth you slacking off in your job due to petty wording."

"Apparently a cargo transportation company called in to report a murder the other day. So while I was keeping an eye on her I ran a scan for her basic information, and guess who the company claimed the murderer was?"

Kaltus stared at the fellow officer for a whole minute before smacking him on the side of his head. "So you have a murder suspect and you didn't tell anyone? What if she slipped away and killed someone, you idiot? Don't you care?"

Rubbing his head, the officer stared at his feet. "If you care so much, go do your job, Kaltus." Once again the turian hit him before walking off, his shoulders hunched and pace quickened, a grim expression on his face.

He approached the criminal and rested a hand on her shoulder - too tight thanks to how livid he was at his co-workers. "Excuse me, ma'am? Do you mind stepping aside so I ask you a few questions?"

The Quarian was walking threw the main part to the wards. Casully, the only thing drawing attention would be her suit. Suddenly a hand took hold of her shoulder. Sabra whipped around, very quickly seeing the Turian. Though with his grip on her shoulder, she could not turn fully. He was dressed in blue, like many members of C-Sec. Her breathing became heavy as she grew nervous. Like how many would react. She was not used to the Justice system other races had. The Quarian's were very up front about everything. No games or twisting of words, just up and front. Not to mention he was a Turian. They were known for being notorious in punishment. Sabra looked up to his face. Or at least what she could see since her environmental suit cut her vision off slightly.

"I-I" She started to say. Trying to stay calm, but the young Quarian was only making herself even more nervous. "I was already brought in. When i first arrived. I did nothing." She told the officer. Not struggling back. They has threaten to puncture a hole in her suit before if she did anything. Sabra thought about running, and planned it out, though the logical part of her brain kept her very still. "You have to believe me. There are tapes everywhere."

((Sorry its short. I wasn't sure what to write.. xD))

The instant she turned around to see him everything about her seemed to tense up. The panic in her voice was undeniable, and for a brief second he felt pity for her. If she hadn't been a murder suspect he probably would have helped her right away, but there was a chance she had killed someone in cold blood. Kaltus tried his best to help the public, but not its criminals.

Keeping his expression emotionless he did his best to meet the Quarian in its eyes. "Calm down, ma'am. I just have a few things I need to ask about." Realizing how tight his grip was, he loosened it a bit. "Now could you please step aside? I assure you it's important.

Judging by her reactions, he wasn't sure if she was guilty after all. There was fear, of course, but not the fear of a guilty man. If anything she seemed like a scared child in front of a parent, oblivious to their crimes and begging for some sort of mercy. Could someone so shaken really be guilty of murder? If she didn't have the nerve to face a C-Sec officer, how could she have the nerve to murder a co-worker?

No, she couldn't be guilty. He couldn't explain how he knew, he could just tell. Maybe of theft - maybe - but of murder? It seemed downright impossible.

Maybe he could request that he head the investigation. That way he could see for himself. A Quarian really wasn't bound to get representation against the law any other way, after all.

He was thinking so hard his head was starting to hurt. He needed to calm down, and take this one step at a time.

Sabra took a deep breath. It was understandable why she was so hesitant. She had lived on the Flotilla her entire life. As much action as there was there, everything was completely different. This was the entire point to a pilgrimage. Though now she wished she had recorded what she had scene. But it was not everyday the Quarian saw someone being shot in cold blood. As he let go of her, the suit popped into place, and she adjusted her arm a bit. She could tell he was trying to find her eyes. A lot of other races did, but they ended up giving up.

Though they were in horrible lighting. Sometimes they could see two little shines on helmet where her eyes reflected off the glass of it. She looked up to him, eying him completely. Watching his movements. Not that he could see. "Do I have any rights?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Though this Turian did not seem to be as much of a hard ass as some of the other ones.

Sabra shook her head a bit. She brought a hand to her helmet hold her head while shaking it a bit back and forth. "bosh'tet.." She muttered, though he would be able to hear her. After a bit Sabra looked back up to the Turian, then stepped aside after him.

Along with the fear was a suspicion he hadn't expected. It made sense, of course - Quarians weren't exactly welcome in most parts of the galaxy, and Kaltus doubted c-sec had let her go without at the very least an examination - but it still felt like a slap to his face. He, personally, hadn't done anything wrong, and she really seemed to believe he was going to abuse the law to manipulate her through racial profiling. He would just have to prove her wrong. But first she was going to have to prove the accusations placed against her wrong, and that wasn't going to be easy.

She asked if she had rights, and it completely caught him off guard. "Ma'am, every citizen on the citadel has rights. Hanar, Krogan, Turian, Asari, Human, Quarian or any other species, it doesn't matter." He was about to raise a complaint about her insult, but did his best to stay silent instead. There was a good reason for her to be upset, and she was only going to get more upset when he broke the news to her. All he could hope is that she was going to believe him when he said he was going to try and help her.

Once he walked out of the crowd he turned to see she was right there, to his relief. Things would have gotten bad if she had tried to run. "I don't know how to tell you this, ma'am, but you've been accused of both murder and petty theft. Now," he held up his hand to silence any protests she may have, "my job tells me that I have to take you in and, if I'm lucky, I could help on the investigation and try to figure out what actually happened.

"Frankly, my job can go to hell. If I take you back, I'm not going to wind up working on the investigation, I know that much, and I know that nobody else is going to care about the freedom and rights of a Quarian. This can either go two ways: One, I do my job and you're probably going to spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell. Two, I take you somewhere safe, tell my superiors you evaded arrest and escaped and you're going to persuade to me you're absolute innocence. If I believe you, I'll go find evidence and present it before you ever have to get into a cell. If I don't, well, I'll just hand you over to my boss like I'm supposed to."

He had thought all of that up on the top of his head. It was true, he could easily get fired for his behavior - this was far beyond against regulations - but he wouldn't let an innocent person go to jail, and with a Quarian that could all too easily happen. He served the people, not c-sec and their damned rulebook, and hopefully she could see that.

Sabra listened carefully to the Turian. To her surprise he seemed much more civil then the one who did the questioning before. The one before was speaking down to her, threatening her each second, even going so far as to complain about her people right there. And she was expected to take it. A few people were looking from a distance, some laughed as they walked by. Though Sabra just ignored them all.

Murder and Theft?.. She thought to herself. Both the statements and explanations swimming in her mind like children in a pool. Screaming at one another while finding an excuse to be heard. The thought of she killing an innocent sickened her. The only thing Sabra would ever think to kill would be a Geth. But that reason had its own.

She kept listening to him. Allowing him to speak without her interrupting. Something suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks. Footage? There had to be cameras. She was logged into the cane at the time. The cane had its own log in. Just in case anyone besides a worker wanted to use it they could not. It also had a thirty second timer to which she installed just days ago. It would log the user out after thirty seconds... It just may be something he was looking for. Or at least something to start on.

"The crane." She started, right after he had finished speaking. "I was logged in at the time of murder. It has a thirty second log of if it is not touched for safety reasons. I installed that myself. The system will also tell you each update, just to prove I did not tamper with it before the murder. I did not kill anyone Sir." Sabra was telling him. She started to reach into her back pocket, pulling out an ID card. "This is my log in for the crane. As for stealing, why would I get a job right away and have to steal?"

Something then dawned on the Quarian. The Turian could loose his job over this. Which was a complete unfair thing to him. "You could loose your job over this. Maybe I should run, then you could show me to the safe place?" She suggested. Wasn't like she could go with him to the ship yard. Sabra was fired.

It was understandable that she was shocked. It wasn't everyday you were pulled aside to be told you're accused of murder, let alone that something like this was going to happen. He was thankful for the other officer's carelessness now. Wherever he was, he had wandered off to have nothing to do with this, which left Kaltus to deal with the situation as he pleased.

His bosses were going to hate him after this, and that was without them even figuring out what actually happened.

Listening to her speak, when she finished he took the ID card and took a good look at it. It seemed legitimate, and she didn't seem like the sort of person who could plan a murder far enough ahead to need a fake one. Well, it seemed like he was going to be breaking just about every rule set in place now, and for what? Just a stranger. If she wasn't thankful, he was going to be very upset.

He thought for a few seconds about her plan, and almost immediately he had worked his way around what he saw as the best way for them both. It all depended on him trusting her, but he was willing to. Right or wrong, he followed his instincts, and right now he genuinely believed he could put his faith in her. Looking at the card and taking a deep breath, he prepared himself.

"If you run, I'm going to have to make it look convincing. Run fast, and I'll give you the directions on where to go - it's an abandoned storage facility. The door should be unlocked, but since I have a key you should lock it up once you're inside just to be safe. After I 'lose you,' I'll tell everyone I'm investigating your workplace for an idea of where you've gone. That way I can run the system and see if I can get some evidence. When I'm done I'll meet you there. Okay?"

Without waiting to see if she approved of the plan - he didn't want her to argue. He was doing her a favor, and if she didn't like the plan she could just go to jail or cooperate - he started to grab a hold of her, whispering the instructions on where to go as he pretended to attempt to restrain her. Once he was done giving instructions, he quietly said, "now's your chance," and loosened his grip enough that she could easily slip out.

This had better work, he thought bitterly, awaiting her to take her opportunity.

"Thank you so much for you help." Sabra said to him as she took a running start, ripping free from his grasp and pushing her way threw the crowds. Her legs carried her very fast, more than usual which was great! She even looked behind her to see if he were chasing her. Only adding to the convincing part of it all. What else would a criminal do besides check and see if the cop were still following.

Sabra barged her way threw the crowds, making it to the long strip where Chora's Den used to reside. It was nothing but a pile of rubble now after the attack the Citadel had a few months back. The place he had told her about was just up the street from there. People rarely went down there due to there being nothing but rock and dust. The perfect hideout. The women made it inside, locking the door behind her and falling to the ground breathing as hard as she could.

She was hoping the plan was working. It would be some time before she were able to find out. It was great to have a complete stranger help her. Although he seemed to be very annoyed with the organization himself. Understandable, they were incredibly strict.. It could possible be very frustrating for him to work in such environment.

The Quarian finally regained her breathing back down to normal. The suit worked very slow sometimes when it came to filtering air. Then again she probably needed to clean something out. The suit always needed some sort of work. Sabra finally got a chance to look around the place. There were a few boxes everywhere, as well as a light to which she turned on since it was very dark inside.

As she escaped he took one deep breath and got into character. "Hey!" He shouted, trying his best to sound angry and menacing. "Get back here! In the name of the council, stop, damn it!"

People were staring at him now, mouths agape, and he ignored them all. Doing his best to restrain his speed he chased after the Quarian, scowling and yelling threatening remarks her way. During the pursuit he saw one of his fellow officers and they asked if he needed help as he ran by. When Kaltus ignored the question they shrugged and continued with their work, quietly muttering something about meddling.

As soon as he was where nobody could see either of them he stopped, caught his breath, and went another way. It was a little difficult to maneuver himself to avoid any patrolling officers, but luckily he already knew a majority of their routes. Before he knew it he was at the cargo bay, and face to face with more c-sec. After blatantly lying to them to get inside he searched around for the right crane.

There was no difficulty in accessing the logs, and after looking around to make sure nobody noticed he downloaded them onto his omni tool. He tried to get access to the footage, as well, but the security refused, insisting that c-sec had already gotten a copy of it. He supposed that was his next stop then.

It was impossible to sneak into c-sec headquarters, and almost as soon as he entered it seemed his boss was waiting for him. Fists clenched, he looked down at Kaltus disapprovingly. "You let the suspect get away, I take it? Kaltus, the officer assisting you notified us of her other charges, and the implications of that sort of failure to apprehend a murder suspect are-"

"No, no," he lied, his voice calm and reassuring, "Jerred's looking into it, searching the area, while I go ahead and look at evidence of the murder to try and get an idea of where she may be hiding. I noticed there were cameras at the cargo bay, and I'm going to look at the footage from the time of the killing to get an idea."

Jerred normally spent his time patrolling dodging other officers, so by the time anybody found him his shift would be over and Kaltus would have all the information he needed. Or at least that's how he hoped it would turn out, anyway.

There was a pause for an entire minute, and he couldn't help but look away from the fiery anger of his superior. "Never interrupt me again, Kaltus, or I'll gladly take your job away from you. As for the footage, we've already examined it. It clearly shows the Quarian killing the Human in cold blood."

"But- But sir!" Kaltus was caught off guard and immediately pulled out his omni tool. "I hacked into the logs on the crane and its evidence contradicts that. Are you sure that's correct? Have you looked at them yourself?"

"Hacked, Kaltus? Hacked? We're in C-Sec. We do things the right way, and we certainly don't break the law by hacking machinery that belongs to private establishments. Your evidence is void, you're forbidden from looking at the video logs, the Quarian is charged for murder and you will find and apprehend her. At the end of the day whether or not you bring her in you're due for an evaluation. Keep than in mind during your search. Do you understand?"

Looking at the ground, his off hand stroking his gun - a nervous habit - he nodded. "Yes, sir. Clear as crystal."

"Good. Get out there and work."

It was obvious from his stance and expression that he was absolutely livid, but still he calmly walked back through the door and away from his boss' sight. After a few minutes he looked back in, chuckling when he saw the man was gone. Carefully he made his way to the archives and found the video logs. Finding the correct file he played it, watching intently.

The video clearly showed the Quarian in her crane the entire time as a Turian shot the man.

Copying the evidence he ran out as fast as he could, so many hateful thoughts running through his head. He had been lied to and betrayed by his own employers. What could he do now? Either he could lose the job he had worked his entire life, or keep it and give in the Quarian. Never, he thought grimly, I can't let them get away with this. But what could he do?

Arriving at the storage facility he opened the door, looking around for the Quarian.

"I've got bad news."

Sabra had been inside. Typing on her omni tool. The suit's air filter needed to be replaced, but she just took it and shook it out. It would be fine until she got a new one. She sighed a bit. Worrying about the entire thing. It had been such a long time, and had gotten dark out. Though it was always dark in the wards. She looked up as the main doors opened and the Turian stepped in. Funny how she hadn't known his name. Though he did not bring good news. Honestly Sabra had been expecting the worse... "What is it?" Sabra asked as she stepped down from the crate.

Taking in a deep breath he tried to compose what he was going to say to the Quarian. She seemed so tense, and he could hardly blame her. At the moment he felt like he was about to explode.

Once he walked the rest of the way into the room he shut and locked the door and immediately began pacing the floor as he spoke, his words hurried and panicked as he thought. "Well, don't worry about evidence - I saw enough to prove your innocent. Both the footage and the logs clear your name, so congratulations on no longer having me consider you a potential murder suspect.

"However, the Turian - the one who killed the Human? I recognized his face, and he's actually a very influential political figure. He's anti-Human - which would explain the murder - and he has a lot of money. I mean a lot. Apparently..." He paused for a second and looked her way, shoving down a sudden wave of hatred before continuing to pace. "Apparently enough to pay off enough c-sec officers to keep them quiet and pin it on someone. Someone nearby, who had virtually no rights and could easily be framed.

"If I don't take you in, even though I and c-sec both know you're innocent, I'm going to lose my job. Of course this means that I'm not going to take you in, and we have one real option." He stopped again, his thoughts going at a million miles an hour as he did his best to piece together a plan on the fly. That was one of his talents, fortunately. Improvising was one of the things he did best.

"I know a few people underground - criminals. I haven't been able to prove they've done anything, but ask almost anybody around and they'll point you to them for forged documents. If I pay them well enough they may manage to get them to us fast enough to leave before the day is over, and if so c-sec won't be looking for you or me and it will be almost effortless. We can book passage on the first ship out of here, and you can go your way and I can go mine. Does that sound good to you?"

Honestly, he had absolutely no idea where he would go once he boarded passage on a ship, but word would get out as to what he had done eventually. His choices were betray an innocent Quarian - which he would never do -, rot in jail for the rest of his life or leave. He knew which sounded the best, considering. All he could hope is that she would accept the plan. Whatever they did, they had to act fast.

"If we do that, though, I can't come with you to get the documents. They'll know I'm with c-sec. I don't need them, anyway, since I'm not wanted for murder."

Sabra took a seat on the crate as he started to tell her the plan. She had her head down and in one hand. Listening and absorbing the plan like water. "You can not give up your entire career for just me.." She told him. Knowing the Turian seemed to have already made up his mind over leaving. His business seemed very corrupted from the way he spoke. That enough could drive anyone crazy. To her the plan seemed very complicated. She was not stupid, just not used to a very overwhelming system. She had to trust the man though. "I'll do it. I do not understand everything that is going on, but I will do what you believe is right." Sabra said to him. Looking up at him.