Bringing the Humans into the mix.
What started as a bad joke in basic training. A way to manage tensions during a "hurry up and wait", eventually made its way to the I.C.T. Facility.
The joke was simple, everyone had a call-sign. You make the call-sign an acronym. Then you make up the acronym. Some were funny, most were not. Some were bad. Some were really bad.
Here are the N7's. Call-signs included. You'll have to make up what it means by yourself.
Their armour is plain, lighting easily designates combat role for allies.
One of them recently lost a bet. He's hard to pick out of the crowd but I'm sure you'll notice.
Ex-Cerberus have joined as well. They've integrated into their respective roles quite nicely. Although they haven't quite found the time to machine off the Cerberus icons yet. The pair were part of a cloning trial that went awry. Too many of them developed a freer will than intended. They engineered a cooperative escape. These ones made it.
Also someone let some guy who paints his armour fiery and what looks to be a high end blow up doll in here, for some reason.
Batarians
Not many of them left. These are Ex-Blue Suns. Their names a rough translation of their own call-signs. If only we could teach them to move sideways maybe there'd be a few more of em around.
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