Threads I would be interested in: things that involves pretty things being stolen. Kasumi is working on increasing her wealth and getting her mind off of Keiji’s death. Exciting jobs that get her adrenaline pumping are fine by me. I have Kasumi available for places like the Citadel, Illium, Thessia, Bekenstein and maybe Omega. Maybe Omega. If you have an idea for another place, we can discuss that. Aside from that, other random, lets get drunk and do backflips threads are fine by me too!

Threads for Ash will have to be Alliance based. Things on Earth, till Vancouver wraps up, then she (or Kaidan that hasn’t been worked out yet) will go to Huerta after Mars. Then Normandy/Citadel threads. You get the picture. Comm. Threads with peeps is cool too. Ash is sort of stuck, either with the Normandy, on Earth or derpin’ around on the Citadel. Anyway, lemme know what you think!

ASHLEY WILLIAMS
28 YEAR OLD FEMALE HUMAN OF SIRONA
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER OF THE SYSTEMS ALLIANCE

CLASS

BIOTIC: No
COMBAT SKILLS: Ashley has been training for the military since she was a very young girl thanks to her father. She's a soldier through and through, “born and bred” as her father used to say. With advanced training in every class of weapon, she can use just about any gun she finds and use it well. Ash uses mostly assault rifles, since she excelled with them during training and finds them the most useful in any situation. She prefers the use of disruptor ammo when dealing with shields and barriers. Ashley also utilizes inferno grenades and concussive shots when in tougher situations. She also has a mastery of marine hand-to-hand combat that she utilizes if the enemy gets too close.
TECH SKILLS: Ash prefers not to use tech skills. Omni-tools are complicated enough.
GENERAL SKILLS: Something she considers a skill, but mostly thanks to military training, is her ability to repair, clean and maintain her weapons. The motions are drilled into your brain as a recruit, and it’s stuck since. In her off time, she reads a lot. Books of fiction, poetry, anything that catches her eye really. Her father's love of Tennyson rubbed off on her when she was younger, and his works are her favorite to read now as an adult. Ashley is a generally nurturing and protective person, a trait she picked up taking care of her three younger sisters. She fancies herself a rather “motherly” person, despite her sometimes abrasive personality. She's duty driven and committed to doing her job and doing it right.

EQUIPMENT

WEAPONS:
• M-8 Avenger
• M-3 Predator
• M-92 Mantis
CLOTHING & ARMOUR:
• Armor
• Uniform/Casual
ITEMS:
• Ashley keeps a book of Tennyson poems in her quarters that she reads on her downtime.
• Ashley’s father and grandfather’s dog tags
• A photo of all her sisters and herself together

APPLICATION

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

You’d be surprised how hard it is to follow through on simple advice. There’s just too many ways to get lost in thought, to drift away from “action”. Maybe had it been a direct order, Ash would have no problem dropping everything and doing so. But these were idle days, and with any sort of action at a standstill, the creeping dread that she’d locked away was coming back. Working didn’t help, training didn’t help, going out with friends didn’t help. She didn’t know how to stop it, and despite everyone being so very kind, knowing what was on her mind, Ash was simply unreceptive to their happy thoughts. Everything bounced off -- nothing stuck.

Her hands were wrapped tight around a small book of Tennyson poems, well-worn from the years of use it had procured. Sleep had escaped her last night, and she’d read the damn thing twice. Each line was fresh in her brain, but for the life of her she couldn’t find the right words to convey her feelings. Tennyson had always been something she used when her own words didn’t cut it or lacked the right conviction. Then again, who did she need to convey them to; herself? Or the person behind the heavy glass?

Today’s the day. News was flooding the Extranet: “Shepard Found! Awaiting Trial in Vancouver!” She’d been graced with the day off, no doubt Anderson pulling a string or two. What she was expected to do with her time off was a mystery; what she was doing was borderline pitiful. A few people mulled in around her -- she’d arrived almost two hours early just to make sure she was front and center. Shepard would walk through those doors any moment, and she would be there. Kaidan had found her earlier and the two sat in quiet contempt the entire time, only acknowledging one another with a nod. There was nothing to say.

Ash wondered what she would say to Shepard, given the chance. What could she say? Hello. How are you? Good to see you’re still breathing. No. Shepard wasn’t the Shepard she knew -- Shepard wouldn’t work for Cerberus. Shepard wouldn’t be so quick to abandon the Alliance. Shepard wouldn't abandon her. A small voice in the back of her mind taunted her, pointing out the things she’d rather not think about. It wasn’t like that, it never was. Shepard was always about the mission. But why hadn’t he tried harder to get her and Kaidan to go with him on Horizon? Why were they easily dismissed? Kaidan made it clear they wouldn’t go with him, but Ash wasn’t so sure. Maybe if she’d been alone, maybe if she didn’t had Kaidan to be her voice of reason at the time... she’d have gone with him.

And be a traitor? Like your grandfather?

The book pages made a soft crackle as she squeezed them together. But it was times like these when Horizon wandered back into her mind that she remembered why she was so conflicted. Shepard had sided with the enemy. Shepard had betrayed them. Ash would have done the right thing. She would have walked away.

“Here he comes!”

“How could he leave us for Cerberus?”

“There, look there!”

“So much for being dead...”

Ash slowly looked up, her eyes trailing the man. While the others around her stood to get a better look, she remained seated. Kaidan idly reached a hand out to place it on her arm. The two of them, neither excited nor angry, watched quietly. Those around them shouted a number of things -- some glad to see him alive, some wishing he’d stayed dead. For a moment, Shepard looked towards them, not really seeing them, just... looking. Had he seen her? Did he care?

And everything came rushing back. The Normandy, Eden Prime, Horizon. Everything like a punch to the stomach. Emotions swelled up within her and spilled over. She didn’t even know it but she was crying. When Shepard was gone, led down some hallway, she remained. Kaidan did too, his hand still lightly placed against her forearm. She didn’t move or make a single sound, she just let the tears that had been waiting to be free, free.

“Ash-”

Her hand flew to her face, breaking the contact of Kaidan’s hand against her arm. She slowly wiped away the stray tears. Buck up, kiddo, She imagined her dad saying then. And she had to. Ash had to get it together ‘cause people were bound to stare and she didn’t need them thinking “Headstrong Ash” was a crybaby.

“I’m fine. Just... gimme a minute.”

And he did.

She was left with nothing but her thoughts and the silence that enveloped her. She waited it out, waiting for the other spectators to leave, wandering off with a murmur on their lips about Shepard in custody and the weeping Williams. Did people imagine them lovers? Did they see her as the heartbroken girl who lost the love of her life? The thought made her chuckle quietly to herself between tears. If that were true, Ash would have had more to say, and would be fighting a helluva lot more to see him than she was. What she felt for Shepard had always been a crush at best, and it was mostly due to the respect she had for him as a soldier. Mostly.

But things change. It was time for a change.

“Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die’.”

PLAYER

PEN-NAME: Hanars
CONTACT: Carrier Pigeon

ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Three-ish years on WoW, a year or so now on forums
KNOWLEDGE OF MASS EFFECT: Played all of them, minus the latest DLC for ME3 (Omega, Citadel, etc)
LANGUAGE[S]: English

PERSONALITY: Cold and bitter over past events, Kalum is humorless and serious. He's been often described as someone who "can't take a joke" or "doesn't play well with others". He's a little cocky about his abilities, but he knows he's one of the best at what he does so it's hard to rain on his parade or break his (massive) ego. Deep down, Kal has some serious confidence issues whenever his brother is brought up and he immediately begins to doubt everything he's done; he sees this flaw in his personality as an imperfection he wishes to correct but lacks the knowledge of how. Otherwise, he's straight to the point and doesn't hesitate to speak his mind. Got a problem with that? He'll sooner fill your brain with lead than compromise. With him, you best pick your battles wisely.

OCCUPATION: Shadow Broker Agent, Information Broker Courier, Hanar Compact Assassin

FAMILY:
• Taalin Haerin | Father | Alive
• Erenina Haerin | Mother | Alive
• Zerin Haerin | Brother | Alive

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

Kal's a blue drell with light blue and black accents. His hanar masters had their family crest tattooed onto his back, to help identify him as being amongst them. He's got no visible or pronounced scars (he leaves little chance to be hit) or any birthmarks. He does, however have a few facial piercings that he got done just for the hell of it; two on his lip, one above his right eye, and a few on his 'face fringe' as the piercing girl called it.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 149 lbs.
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Black

BIOTIC: No
COMBAT SKILLS: Kal was trained to be a hanar compact assassin by the time he could walk. With strict discipline and an unwavering sense of duty to his peoples savior, Kal became the perfect asset to his hanar family. He is peerless in hand to hand combat, and can handle a sniper rifle better than most sharp shooters. His hanar masters never gave him much opportunity to develop an biotic abilities, seeing his older brother as a more ample source for that, since he came to them first.
TECH SKILLS: Nothing extreme but Kal knows his way around a terminal. He can hack data and corrupt it, code something to look like something else entirely and sabotage mechs and droids. Kal will never rely on these abilities because he is a terrible gauge at the level of difficulty it could be to hack something, so he tends to rely on his other Shadow Broker agents for assistance when need be.
BIOTIC SKILLS: None.
GENERAL SKILLS: Killing and sneaking about are just about all the skills Kal has; if being broody was one, he'd probably be the master of it.

WEAPONS:
• M-97 Viper
• Acolyte x2
CLOTHING & ARMOUR:
Light weight, tight fit, black robes similar to Thane's clothing, except all one color (black) with no accent color at all.
ITEMS: A picture of his family, the clothes on his back, a journal that he logs all of his jobs in; he likes it to be old fashioned, refusing to use an omni-tool (though he does have one, per request of his boss).

Kalum Haerin was born the second son to his parents. While they loved their son, he could always tell that his brother was the favorite. This affected him deeply, since he had grown up being told that they were equal in the hearts of their parents, despite it being painfully obvious that was a lie. In the end, he learned to just rely on himself, and thus, grew up to be a rather lonely child.

Raised from the age of six to be a hanar compact assassin, as soon as Kal could walk, talk, and think, he was learning to kill. His hanar 'family' were ruthless, which is hard for some to believe of the hanar race. His parents and brother belonged to the family before he did, so of course it was expected of him to be apart of this as well. By the time he was twelve he was already doing jobs for them, replacing his father and mother in the heavier jobs. He was praised for his tact and poise, awarded for his skill and expertise, but it was never enough. Kal lived in the shadow of his brother, and while he never let this impede on his performance, he never understood the need for people to play favorites. No matter where he went, he was always second best.

After leaving the service of his hanar family to 'pursue better things', seeing as they had his brother and began to need him less and less, he started working odd jobs to build a name for himself. First it was small time work, usually angry scorned wives in need of their husbands being taught a lesson: a shake down here, a kidnapping there. Eventually he got a little dirty with the drug and merc cartel's, taking out minor leaders or that one grunt who said the wrong thing at the wrong time. When he was approached by a small time information broker, that's when his reputation made leaps and bounds. Instead of a feather-ruffler, he was a fox in a hen house.

Kal left and joined more brokers at a rapid pace, staying only when the pay was good and no longer than a few months. During this time he hadn't heard of or from his brother in almost two years, which was great for him. Kal's name was on everyone's lips, not his brothers. This only inflated his growing, growing, growing ego, making him feel all the more self-important.

He soon caught the eye of a Shadow Broker Agent, and was recruited to be one of the Broker's assassins during a job that they both were on. The man put in a good word for him, and got the 'Ok' to join the crew. Without hesitation he took the job; now he could really prove himself, (and without his brother around to make him look like nothing), he was finally able to shine. And shine he did. He rose through the ranks quickly, through legitimate and illegitimate means. All's fair in love and war, and Kal had a love for fighting and a knack for killing.

Currently drifting around the galaxy doing jobs when needed, he's never in one place for too long, and tends to keep to himself.

PEN-NAME: Hannah or Hanars.
CONTACT: Through the site, preferably.

ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Been roleplaying for a total of 2-3 years-ish: Mostly WoW RP, more recently forum RP
KNOWLEDGE OF MASS EFFECT: Played ALL the games and most of the DLC (missing the most recent ME3 DLC)
LANGUAGE[S]: American

KASUMI GOTO,
26 YEAR OLD FEMALE HUMAN OF EARTH
Master Thief

PERSONALITY:
Playful, cheeky and incredibly intelligent, Kasumi takes her job seriously but remains light-hearted. She enjoys the thrill and excitement of being a thief, and suffers from acute kleptomania. (Though she will argue she has no problem with it; look at the career she's made out of it!) Being a bit overly-sentimental, Kasumi is fiercely loyal and greatly dedicated to the things she does, even if she acts aloof and superficial about it. She follows through till the end of her task, and doesn't half-ass it if things go awry. Another thing Kasumi tends to do is keep mementos from jobs she found to be quite exciting or memorable. On the rare occasion, it is sometimes the item she was meant to acquire.
Kasumi is extremely picky when it comes to what jobs she takes on. Because of her immense wealth she has gained through her career, she only picks a job that she believes will bring the most excitement, or benefits a cause she believes in. In the case of the events with Shepard, Kasumi saw the mission as a "Chance to broaden her horizons" and "Get some field experience". She won't admit it, but the mission scared her to death; which is why she willingly accepted the job. "It could be fun… deadly, painful and frightening… but fun."
OCCUPATION: Master Thief Extraordinaire
FAMILY:
• Ayame Goto | Mother | Deceased
• Reina Goto | Grandmother | Deceased
• Hideo Goto | Grandfather | Alive (dies during the Reaper invasion of Bekenstein)
• "Father" | Unknown, presumed deceased
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

HEIGHT: 5'5
WEIGHT: 119 lbs.
EYES: Brown
HAIR:
Long and dark brown, sometimes confused as being black in certain lighting. Usually tightly bound to stay out of her face. When alone, she tends to braid it like her mother used to when she was younger. For awhile Kasumi had her hair a dark purple because it's her favorite color, but re-dyed it back to brown since no one would ever see it and comment on how well it "accentuated her eye color". Here's her hairstyle when it's down.

COMBAT SKILLS:
• Shadow Strike
  
• Flashbang Grenade
Quick, agile, and stealthy combat is what Kasumi prefers. If she can avoid it, Kasumi shirks away from combat; she may be slick and nimble, but head-on combat is not her forte. If she is ever faced with a situation where she is outnumbered and outgunned, she whips out a flash bang grenade. Kasumi's cloaking makes sneaking up and eliminating a target effortless, and makes her jobs of thievery and infiltration just as easy as taking candy from a person with their back turned; only that back might end with an omni-blade running through it.

TECH SKILLS:
• Overload
Being a master thief, Kasumi knows her way around a terminal. She is a skilled hacker, being able to rip apart any firewall and deduce a password in seconds. Need to hack security cameras? No problem; Kasumi has her omni-tool modded to disable cameras within a thirty-foot radius with a flick of her wrist, causing the camera to repeat a short two second clip of nothing but empty space, like an empty hallway of a corporate building or residence, or a clip of an object still under lock and key, for up to six hours, making it seem like she was never there. Got a pesky enemy with a gun or strong shield? Piece of cake; Kasumi's got Overload, which depletes the enemies shield or renders their weapon useless for a time being. Kasumi's level of thorough information gathering is rivaled only be the Shadow Broker; only Kasumi sells what she finds, instead of keeping it locked away.

GENERAL SKILLS: Aside from Kasumi's extensive list of tomfoolery and sneaky skills, origami is a favorite pastime of hers. Her mother was of Japanese heritage, and as a child she spent many slow afternoons learning how to fold paper into delicate cranes and assorted animals, flowers and objects. Her favorite one to make is the fox, which she feels a close coloration with, being a thief. Kasumi, if it wasn't obvious, is also an excellent acrobat. As a child, she took gymnastics classes and even competed in regional and national competitions. She almost always got first place, except for once when she placed second at a national championship. Kasumi argues the girl's mother paid off the judges, and to this day seethes when ever it gets brought up. "No one stuck that landing better than me; the judgment was rigged."

WEAPONS:
• M-5 Phalanx
• M-12 Locust
• A medieval stiletto knife she stole on a job that she keeps strapped to the inside of her right boot
CLOTHING & ARMOUR:
Armor: Here's what the armor looks like, in case you didn't know. Sometimes, she wears Red, in honor of her mother.
Clothing: She has casual clothes for when she's out in public places and doesn't want to draw attention to herself.
• Sweater
• Pants
• Shoes
ITEMS: A flattened, folded origami shape of an "usagi" or rabbit, given to her by her mother. Like this.

Kasumi Goto grew up with her mother and grandparents in Hokkaido, Japan. Her father, an alliance military man from the United States who had been temporarily stationed in Japan and had dated her mother for a few months before being transferred, was never around and hardly ever mentioned. This didn’t bother Kasumi in the least, though; she was a spirited child with little need of a father figure, though her grandfather pseudo filled that role. Boundless amounts of energy kept her mother on her toes, her grandmother the main source of discipline, but her grandfather was the one who Kasumi related with and, if you will, loved most. The relationship she had with her grandfather was more dynamic which fit her personality; the ups and downs were what made her feel closer to him, while her mother and grandmother more static, making her feel distant.
 
At age eight, it became apparent that she had a knack for ‘borrowing’ things without permission. After many people in their small rural village noted missing simple things, like shoes, potted plants, toys and sometimes clothing, the village grew suspicious as to why her family never mentioned anything going missing. One night, her grandfather caught her sneaking in a stray cat from the village; he followed her to her stash which was located at the back of the tool shed in the backyard. You’d think she would receive a fierce punishment at this point; she’d stolen so many things and half the town was angry. Her grandfather simply approached her, took the cat from her before she tried to stuff in with the rest of her ‘trophies’ and said, “Kasumi, my dear, you need a better hiding spot.” While he knew condoning her behavior was probably not the best idea, he figured she would grow out of it. If only he knew what sort of career was in the making for her because of that one comment.
  
When Kasumi was fifteen, her mother passed away from tuberculosis. Three other people in the town had it, all of which were people who worked with her mother at the local grocery store. The winter had been hard, and her mother was often sick as it is. A simple cold developed into something worse; the doctors had caught it early, which spared Kasumi and her grandparents from catching it as well. Kasumi didn’t have much of a relationship with her mother; they did spend a lot of time together, but she ended up being more of a sister or friend to Kasumi, then an actual parent figure. While she was sad by the loss of her mother, her grandfather told her to never let it get her down. She remained positive, and made sure that no matter how grim the situation was, she’d stay optimistic.
 
Eighteen was a big year for Kasumi; she left Japan and headed to Bekenstein where she let her kleptomania and growing tech skills flourish. She worked small jobs; steal a thing here, steal a thing there till she made a sort of name for herself. She never used her real name, and if anyone wanted to work a deal, she gave them a date, a time and a password. Soon, Kasumi was an unstoppable force in the world of thievery, and she loved every minute of it. Her grandparents, who were sad to see her go, they supported her decision; even if they didn’t know her true intentions.
 
Keiji Okuda was probably the only force in her life that made her stop and slow down. They met while on a mission, both after the same target item; a priceless painting from an American museum. She ended up the victorious one, swiping the item from him after he had gotten to it first. Impressed by her ambition and amused by her forward victory mockery from the roof of a nearby building, he sought her out at her personal residence and propositioned her to be his “partner in crime”. Having sold her with that phrase alone, Kasumi accepted, and the two developed a strong bond that quickly grew romantic.
  
Working more than a few dozen jobs together, the two parted ways for a time; mostly with the intention to work a few odd jobs on their own. During that time, Keiji was hunted down by a man named Donovan Hock in the pursuit for an item that Keiji had in his possession known as a ‘greybox’; a neural implant that allowed the owner to relive any memory at any time. Keiji had spent some time with different intelligence groups before becoming a career thief, and Hock desperately wanted that information. He killed Keiji and successfully acquired his greybox. Kasumi didn’t get wind of Keiji’s death till weeks later, and she swore that she would steal back Keiji’s memories.
 
Kasumi was sought out by Cerberus, an anti-alien, pro-human organization. They offered her a job in which she would help the newly reborn Commander Shepard fight the Collectors; not the type of job she was expecting, but the pay… well the pay was worth it alone. But she had a catch; if Shepard helped her get Keiji’s greybox back, she promised to help them with their mission. With Shepard's help, Kasumi was able to infiltrate Donovan Hock's vault located in his home on Bekenstein and recover Keiji's greybox
 
Keiji’s greybox was filled with classified information that the two had found on a job. His prerecorded video told Kasumi how to access the information and that it was uploaded to her greybox, but that he wanted her to delete the files. She couldn’t bring herself to do it, because his memories were also of times they spent together. Kasumi refused to delete the files and seeing how upset she was, Shepard told her to just keep them but be ready to live with the consequences.
 
After her service with Cerberus, her large payout and the success of the Suicide Mission against the Collectors, Kasumi went back to her life of freelance thievery. She spent a lot of time reliving all the memories that were within Keiji’s greybox, sometimes getting lost in them for hours. It was always painful to pull herself back to reality, knowing he wasn’t there. But like her grandfather always said; “ never let it get you down.” After the paycheck from Cerberus, she moved her grandfather to Bekenstein to live out the rest of his life after her grandmother died. She spent a lot of her time with him, taking him on walks and showing him the sights. He enjoyed it, but mostly because she was there.
 
Currently, Kasumi is drifting anywhere from Bekenstein to Illium, Earth to Omega, the Citadel to maybe even Palaven, never staying in one place for too long. She completes an odd job every now and then, and is keeping a low profile.
 

QUOTE

What was his name again? Kasumi paced back and forth on the docking bay trellis, flipping through old messages on her omni-tool. Cerberus, her favorite challenge, had contacted her with a mission; not a sneaky, ‘get-this-object-without-being-seen’, hacking mission. No, they wanted her to help a certain dead galactic superstar save the world from a threat she never heard of nor care to know much about. Ahh, right. Shepard. That’s what it was. And there, attached to the message was a picture of his face. Strong features, blue eyes, shaved head; a military man and a famous one at that. Not really her type, but Kasumi could appreciate an attractive face. She flipped the fancy gold coin between her fingers that she snagged off the merchants stand in the Wards just moments earlier. It was flat, a deep gold color, with the Turian military crest embellished on the front, a picture of a Palaven military admiral and the Turian military mantra on the back. ”Loyal is one… only to the cause.” She muttered, flipping the coin over and over again. Honestly, she had no idea what the mantra actually said, she was just guessing. Turians; always so serious and militaristic.   ”My word, Shepard; how slow are you?” Kasumi huffed, pocketing the coin for later. Shepard was taking his sweet time; chatting up the store clerks, coining the phrase, “I’m Commander Shepard and this is my favorite store on the Citadel.” How daft those shop keepers were; Shepard loved every store he went to, as long as the discount was high enough and the quality was good. Her mind wandered a bit to the merchant she’d swiped the coin from, and how angry he probably was to find a rose in place of a pretty coin he had intended to sell. It’s not her fault the volus were short and can’t see over their counter; it’s also not her fault he had something she’d wanted.   The bay door opened from the other side of the room, and in strolled her man. He was tailed by two others, though they hung back a bit, probably trying not to scare her off with their presence. First, was a male Turian. He had pale skin, blue clan markings, and armor to match them. She squinted as he looked about, noticing half his face patched with a graft, and a huge, jagged hole in his armor near the wound. Must have been some fight, she thought to herself before sizing up the other. The next was krogan, at least, he looked like one. He was krogan in build and size, but his bright blue eyes and peculiar crest made him look a little out of place. Even though he was huge and slightly intimidating, Kasumi had a feeling he was a big softie on the inside. If things went according to her plan, she’d know soon enough. Kasumi watched the krogan with interest for a moment; his head was on a swivel as he tried to almost photograph everything around him with his mind. His eyes were never still, always moving. He was almost… childlike? Kasumi squinted. Yes, there was almost a childlike innocence about him. This made her mind flood with memories of her and Keiji together; her heart ached as she heard his voice ringing through her skull, resonating throughout her being. It was like he was there, standing next to her, talking straight into her ear. The Greybox helped keep things like that alive and real; sometimes she loved it like when she couldn't sleep. Other times, she wished the damn thing would shut off. "Ever think about settling down; starting a family?" She recalled him asking once, both of them sitting on her apartment flat roof, legs hanging from the edge. She was clicking her heels together, the evening breeze rolling in as they watched the city lights grow from a soft, dim light to the brilliance of a star. "Cause I have. I'm getting old, Kas." Kas, she hated yet loved the nickname at the same time. It made no sense to her, the shortening of her name since it was already simple to begin with. "No. No I don't think I could ever give up this life. By the time I'd retire, I'd be too old or too dead to even have children. Besides; this isn't exactly the sort of life to bring them into, ya know?" To be honest, Kasumi always wanted a family. She remembered bumping her shoulder into Keiji's, which was her prompt to put his arm around her, which he did. "Maybe someday, Keiji." A promise she never got to keep. She felt the sting of tears set in, and she quickly wiped them away. Now was not the time to get emotional.   As Shepard approached the designated terminal for their meeting to take place, Kasumi flipped open her omni-tool. She had a direct line to the terminal already locked in place, and Citadel security had no idea. Mind you, it was just a simple advert board terminal, but nonetheless, she was on the in. He warily walked over to it, glancing around to see if anyone was watching him. He stared curiously at the pixelated board, her face plastered for everyone to see, spouting out generic advertisements that were elsewhere on the Citadel. The best part was no one knew who she was. Oh, the irony for all of C-Sec and anyone trying to track her down.   ”Oh please, no one will think you odd for talking to an advertisement.” She mused, smiling to herself. She opened the line, speaking into her omni-tool to transfer her voice to the terminal. Her cloaking dissipated as she spoke, revealing her position to anyone smart enough to look up. No one did. "Please tell me your password, Commander Shepard." Password, she chuckled to herself. How trivial. Making him jump through hoops, even if it was something as simple as a short phrase password brought her a bit of amusement. He crossed his arms, and Kasumi could almost here his eyes roll before he spoke.   “Silence is golden.” He droned, obviously not nearly as amused as she was. Military to the bone, she thought, he can’t even enjoy how fun this is, and will, be. The two partners glanced over in his direction. The krogan just about had a fit, seeing her face on the screen. It was kind of cute.   “Good to finally meet you, Commander Shepard; Kasumi Goto. I’m a fan.”