Two years have passed since the end of the war, the Reapers retreated back into the Omega 4 relay to the galactic core, leaving behind a ruined galaxy, ever since then all important, and not so important, ports have been flooded by refugees and strangers looking to carve a new path by contributing in the rebuild effort, alongside them there were also many whose ulterior motives lead them to migrate to devastated capital planets and establish gangs and criminal enterprises. Just like all other capital planets Earth has been receiving a steady influx of people on a daily basis, to cope with the strain of all the new residents, Earth's government has set up various commands spread out throughout the planet, there people can go through the registration and verification process required to work for the Alliance Civilian Corps, a civilian branch of the Alliance government designed for helping with the reconstruction efforts.
Much like everyone else around you in the Southern Command your group went through the process and eventually landed a job working for a scrapper named Elias Russeau, the job was dull and not all that profitable but with the large quantities of scrap surrounding earth it proved to be a fruitful endeavor, after a year of working for him, your crew were able to put some credits together and bought an apartment in the Valhera Ward, a section of the city which was considered high end before the attacks, now it is one of the many areas that are going through the re-build process. The apartment itself has 3 rooms which are shared military style by the members of the group, the social areas are fairly spacious but appear to be vastly larger due to the lack of furniture. Outside the building the ward sprawls in all directions, a menagerie of colors, smells and people, the streets buzz with the sounds of various types of music and store fronts vibrantly display their wares on their windows, brightly colored signs announcing bars, restaurants, stores, ets. hang all over the streets and sidewalks, Spots of green break the saturated ward, small parks with trees and benches dot the area providing people a break from the sensory overload of the streets as well as providing the ward with much needed lungs.
Working for Russeau had an added benefit that most other jobs in the Alliance Civilian Corps lacked, the ability to keep materials which had been previously deemed for scrapping, this is how the group ended up with a decommissioned Turian frigate which had been deemed scrap by the government of Earth, for the past year and a half Bata'Vek has been reconstructing the ship, which had been heavily looted prior to the group acquiring it, Bata'vek's time and hard work have finally paid off and the ship is in working condition, it isn't pretty, and it doesn't have any fire power but it runs well and can get the crew to where ever they might need to go. It has been a week since Bata'vek ran final diagnostics on the ship and the group decided to strike out on their own leaving Russeau and his ship behind.
The Nitoria Agasis (Your Ship)
The group currently sits in O'Rourke's a bar in the seedier part of town discussing what to do next, the options laid out are fairly straight forward working for the Alliance Civilian Corps again or looking towards the seedier elements of Brazilia's society for other forms of employment, O'Rourke's is infamous for playing host to the kind of shady people who are willing to pay well for a job. The bar itself is a standard hole in the wall affair, booths line up the grimy walls the bar stands opposite the booths, it is large and is well stocked, behind the bar top stands a large human with broad shoulders, a square jaw and a massive burn scar on the right side of his face, Graham as he is known to his few friends is the owner of the establishment, his intimidating presence keeping the mercenaries and criminals who frequent the bar at bay. Graham O'Rourke was a military logistics office who was court marshalled and dishonorably discharged from the ranks for using his status as a way to smuggle weapons and drugs for the cartels on Earth. A good looking waitress approaches your table and asks for your order.