[Day/Night Game] Trouble on the Citadel - round "LE Part 2: Why Cerberus Is Right For You"

I could always add a few more roles to choose from for later games, if you have ideas for what their special abilities could be.

Night has fallen.

High in the Tiberius Towers, techno music blasted through the apartment of one David Anderson. The flat's lone occupant was jerking her arms along with the music in what might be called dancing, if the person watching were spaced on enough red sand to shame a genuine biotic god.

She surfed down the banister and let out a whoop! of unrestrained joy. She was on shore leave, her evil clone was dead, and there was no one around to complain about what a terrible dancer she was. It was turning out to be a great night.

Her personal terminal chirped. She ignored it, and shimmied her way to the kitchen for another beer. Really, she was no worse at dancing than Garrus or Joker. Or Cortez! It was entirely unfair that they all picked on her, but let that travesty go unaddressed.

The terminal chirped again. She scowled at it and gyrated her way to the office, taking her ice cold beer with her. She leaned around to peer at the caller's name. If it was the neighbors complaining about the noise again, she was going to...

...Hackett?

She shut off the music and stowed her beer out of sight before accepting the call on her omnitool. "Sir?"

"Commander Shepard. Sorry to wake you at this hour."

She tried to look bleary-eyed instead of slightly drunk. "That's alright, sir. What's going on?"

"I'm getting some disturbing reports of two Cerberus agents attempting to infiltrate your crew," he said. "I wish I could give you more to go on, but most of the information I've received has not been verified at this point. I need you to get your team together to investigate this before your mission is compromised."

"Shit." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Tell me it's not another clone."

"With your luck, Commander..."

"Thank you, sir," she said, sarcastically.

Hackett's eyes narrowed as he studied her through the vidscreen. "Sober up and take care of this, Shepard. Hackett out."

As the vidscreen winked out, Shepard dropped into a chair. So much for her great night. She downed the rest of her beer and began to make calls.


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Roles are about to be sent out via PM. Guaranteed roles are Garrus, Liara, and Miranda. A few of you have nighttime duties to attend to. The rest of you are free to chat and drop hints as to your identity until I've heard from everyone.

In the narratives, I reserve the right to use non-role characters, as well as Garrus, Liara, and Miranda as I deem for comedic effect (or what passes as "comedic" for me )

Pfft, next game gets broshep I say!

Woo new game! I'm looking forward to how all the mass Effect roles play out!

Let's begin!

Everyone would be an Assassin. Votes in the day to weed out the "Faceless One" or whatever, but at night everyone tries to kill someone else in secret, the one with the most attempts dies. Double voting. XD Winner gets the Iron Throne!

That sounds accurate

I need to double check my spreadsheet, but I do believe I've heard back from all of my night roles. I'm going to write the narrative and then declare day time soon

Grunt sure hit him like a Thresher Maw.

Why does Wrex call him a runt, again?

From my own personal experience, he's not any squishier than any other Krogan, ha-ha.

To survive Vermire just for this... 

What has happened with Kaidan is unfortunate :/. Not only is he indoctrinated, but the incident with Mars and now this seems to indicate that Kaidan is most likely suffering from a severe concussion.