While we're on the topic of knives and Tali...
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Omega Markets
Miranda: Alright, the shuttle bay to Professor Solus should be this way.
Shepard: *stops suddenly, a shop catching his eye* Yeah, in a minute.
Jacob: Commander?
*Shepard walks toward the shop, as if in a trance.*
Garrus: *waving off the two Cerberus operatives* Give us a minute, will you?
*Jacob nods sharply, Miranda leers. Garrus ignores the latter and nods to the former, then follows Shepard in.*
*Shepard enters a store, a knife and blade store run by a batarian shopkeeper. In display cases and on the walls are different assortments of swords, knives, blades, and sharp implements of all kinds. Still in a daze, he drifts over to a display case of fixed blade knives. He eventually comes to a black, fixed blade knife about twenty-five centimeters long. As he traces the barest of touches over the knife case, Garrus appears over his shoulder.*
Garrus: I guess you met her before you met me.
Shepard: She had things to do. She couldn't join me.
*A pause. Shepard's gaze doesn't move from the knife while Garrus slowly scans the room.*
Garrus: Did she say she wouldn't join you, or couldn't join you?
Shepard: She... couldn't. Something for the Fleet, I guess.
Garrus: *the scarred vigilante cracks a smile and lays a hand on his friend's shoulder* Well, there you go.
*Shepard turns to Garrus, eyebrow raised.*
Garrus: Two years, Shepard. People build up responsibilities, especially her. You and I both know, if she could get out of it, she would in a heartbeat. And who knows, we might even get the rest of the band back together.
Shepard: *smiles* Yeah.
*Beat. Shepard flags down the shopkeeper.*
Shepard: Hey! *points to knife* This one. And do you do engraving?
*Five minutes pass. Garrus exits the shop shaking his head, close behind him is Commander Shepard, brandishing his new keepsake: a twenty-five centimeter combat knife. Near the hilt on one side is a Khelish pictogram "Fleet", on the other side the mission symbol of the Normandy SR-1. Shepard can't help but smile as he attaches the knife and guard to his hardsuit, right above his shotgun.*
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Migrant Fleet, aboard the Neema.
Kal'Reegar: Squad leader Kal'Reegar, reporting for duty! *sharp salute*
Tali'Zorah: Uh... *Tali looks up from the duffel bag she'd been packing with things around her cubicle and returns a slightly less sharp salute.* At ease, Reegar.
Kal: *sharp nod* Yes ma'am. Just came by to say the shuttle to Haestrom is getting ready to leave in about an hour. The science team is almost packed and my squad is making last minute preparations for the trip.
Tali: Thank you Kal, I'll be out there shortly. Make sure your men take plenty of explosives, you never know what we might come across.
Kal: As you wish, ma'am.
*Kal nods and walks off. Tali makes a last check of her cubical, spinning on her heels as she scans the room. Confident that she has everything, she zips up her duffel bag. She hefts the bag over her shoulder, checking the weight, then sighs. A pause. Slowly, conspiratorially, she checks one final place: an envirosuit pocket on her right forearm. Carefully, she removes it's sole content: a half-used block of Armor-Piercing ammunition -certified 'Geth-Stoppers' she'd heard Chief Williams call them-, preserved from her... previous ship. On the back is a carefully etched symbol N7. She turns block over in her fingers a few times and smiles, an emotion audible in her voice.*
Tali: My lucky charm worked.
*She pockets the block, then dials up her omnitool.*
Tali: *wistfully* Fourty-five minutes. I'd better go check on the rest of the science team.
*She fits the bag over her shoulder, then takes one last look around the cubicle. With a short nod, she turns off her desklamp, and leaves the cubicle.*
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Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a relatively new copy of STALKER: Call of Pripyat to get to. See you all later tonight!