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[Decepticon Leader Sully]

"HOW THE HELL HAD A LOW LEVEL GUNRUNNER GOT A GETH ARMTURE?"

was all Raze got to think before Hell broke loose.

thankfully waying as mutch as a small Gorilla  came in handy in the Armour department... so did haveing the firpower of a small APV.

and the ability to Overload shields.

 

she charged the giant mech. getting outside its firing range was key.

and into its underbelly was vital. that armor plateing didnt extend to its junk. 

This was where being the size and being as heavy as a baby Rhino didnt help.. you were as fast as said Rhino so when the Geths legs were blown from its torso you were only 10 foot away whith a shockwave and shrapnell to deal whith. plus half a thing that used to take out Tanks.  

[Cainhurst Crow]

Essul blinked as he looked up towards the ceiling of the medbay, feeling the vibrations and hearing a nearly inaudible hum of a ships engines slowing down. They were in citadel space again, and the batarian almost let out a sigh of relief that they'd made it. He closed his eyes, not much for him to do since his shoulder was still having its bone reconnected, and decided to try something he'd read about once for relaxation.

 

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Vayne's eye snapped open as he he looked around, seeing his whole room as upsidedown as he rolled himself over, standing up from his odd sleeping position. He stretched, hearing and feeling his joints and vertebrate pop as he gave a loud yawn. Sleep was something he liked, but he wasn't quite a keen riser, as some might say.

 

So he walked over towards the lockers and grabbed himself a spare change of clothes, walking in a daze as he made his way towards the proper facilities to wash up and refresh himself for his trip at the citadel.

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

ther were sooo many sware words to chose from.. but "ARRRRRRG DIE DIE DIE." semed to suffice.

and as Raze's electric Hammer was graught down into the Geths Optic it semed to also be correct.

the giant did infact Die. 

 

now on to Munsk who had escaped.

"Typical."

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

"Did you see that, Shay? That last shot, right in the flashlight! BAWOOOM!!!" Ereba shouted as she ran up the stairs to the spectator area of the Armax Arsenal Arena.

 

Shayrana sighed. "Is this all you're going to do with your leave? Spend it here in the arena fighting? I don't know what's going on under that crest of yours half the time."

 

"But that's my fourth gold. I can unlock some sh*t now," Ereba said and put her hands on the other Asari's shoulders. "Wait here, I'll be right back. Then we'll get some dinner. I'll cash one of these golds in and take you to that fancy sushi restaurant."

 

"Promise?"

 

"Babe, have I ever broken a promise?"

 

"No."

 

"Then wait. It'll just take me a minute," Ereba said and ran to the kiosk to cash in her prizes.

 

There were three kiosks. One for bronze prizes, one for silver prizes, and one for gold. When she went to the gold station and slid her card in the slot she received a message. "Do you want to upgrade? 3 golds = 1 platinum. Yes/No."

 

Ereba thought about this for a minute. Sure, I'll upgrade. Why not?" She hit the yes button.

 

"Go to counter for your prize," the screen said.

 

Okay Ereba thought, and walked over to the counter on her right next to the armor that was on display and spoke to the human female behind the counter. "Your machine told me to come here for a platinum upgrade."

 

The dark haired woman looked over the commando. "Your card please."

 

Ereba handed her card.

 

"So you're the one climbing the leader board tonight," she said, "So what do you want? You can get a heavy sniper rifle, looks like you have that covered. Upgraded armor. Or heavy weapons."

 

"Tell me about the heavy weapons."

 

"Well, there's your standard affairs like your rocket launchers, Blackstorm, Grenade Launchers, and that stuff. And your one shot stuff like your M-960 Cain and the M-560 Hydra."

 

"What do you mean by one shot?"

 

"It's only good for one match," the woman replied, "but the problem with the Cain is that it might take out you, too. The Hydra on the other hand can still take down a Colossus with one hit. You'll have to be accurate though. Most people use these if they're getting close to the magic number. Most of the time they miss."

 

"I don't miss." Ereba bragged.

 

"I noticed," she said. "I see your stats. Your headshot percentage is outstanding."

 

"I'll take the Hydra. I think I can break 10,000 while I'm on shore leave," Ereba said, and cast a glance toward Shayrana. "That is if I can talk my friend over there into letting me try."

 

"You're a couple?" the woman asked. "I thought Asari only mated with other species."

 

"Well, you're wrong. Why does every human think that?" Ereba asked. "Some Matriarch said we should start mating with other species because she thought it would strengthen the race. I think it's a bunch of crap. I mean look at me. I'm half-Krogan. Where's the Krogan?"

 

"I see your point. I think. Anyway, here's your receipt." she scanned it into Ereba's omni-tool.

 

"I should go. Shay is waiting for me," Ereba said, turned and started walking, and a Krogan bumped into her. "Hey! Watch where you're walking!"

 

The Krogan turned and glared at her. Ereba headbutted him.

 

"You dare!" the Krogan said his eyes aflame.

 

Shayrana ran over and grabbed Ereba by the arm. "Come on, let's go. We're late."

 

Ereba stood her ground staring into the Krogan's left eye. "Why don't you beat my score, tough guy? 8,150."

 

The Krogan laughed. "Running off. Typical Asari."

 

Ereba's aura flared blue.

 

"Come on, Ereba. Remember what happened last time."

 

The Krogan laughed. "What happened last time?"

 

"She went bloodrage and... it was a mess. She ended up in the brig. So settle it in the arena." Shayrana said.

 

The Krogan grunted. "So she takes after her father, and for that, I'll beat her score. My name is Analakh Urug. Just so you know who beat you."

 

Ereba paused a moment, her aura went back to normal. "Fine," she said, turned with Shayrana and left.

 

On her way to the door Ereba turned to Shayrana. "I did not go blood rage. Asari can't go...."

 

"What do you call it, then?"

 

"Things just got a little intense. I was defending your honor."

 

"I can defend my own honor," Shayrana said. "You hung around your father too much."

 

"Well, when mom's shipping out all the time with the commandos what do you expect?"

 

They left the arena and headed toward the sushi restaurant.

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

"Dam it looks like that Kebab will have to wait. i better call C-sec to lett them know the situation."

Raze said to herself. tobad the armature had to be destroyed but ihe good thing was it wasnt fully armed either.

the stareway to the upper platform was for lack of a better term "Gubbed up."

due to the explosion.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Jenus went back to the commando quarters and grabbed Iole and Tallis. "Hey, Irina and I are headed to the strip. You guys coming?"

 

Tallis looked at Iole and made a motion with her right hand on her left arm.

 

Iole nodded. "We're going with Mira to Huerta first. We'll catch up with you guys at the strip later, okay?"

 

Tallis smiled. "Later. Yes. Yes."

 

Jenus didn't know what to say, but she felt uncomfortable. There wasn't anything she could do for Mira. It was all in the doctors' hands now. "The doctors will take care of her. We'll see you on the strip. Don't chicken out."

 

Irina and Jenus passed through customs and security.

 

"I don't know why we have to go through this bullsh*t. We're military. At least I am," Jenus said complaining about the wait. "You'd think they'd have a fast track line for us."

 

The human officer inspected Jenus. "You'll have to turn in your biotic and tech amps. They'll be returned to you on your departure from the station."

 

"I'm not turning in anything," Jenus said, "I'm Asari military, and I report to a Spectre on my current assignment."

 

"I'm sorry, but those are the regulations. Biotics can be used as weapons." the officer informed Jenus.

 

"I got news for you. I can do sh*t even without this amp. The amp just give me range," Jenus said. "Next thing you know, Red, they'll be asking to poke around in our brains. I'm not turning it in."

 

"Then you can't enter the station."

 

"You humans are all racists."

 

"I'm human, Jenus," Irina said.

 

"You're different. You don't pull this bullsh*t." Jenus said.

 

The officer had had it and got on her communicator. "Security."

 

Naleena was approaching as were about three C-sec security. She saw Jenus as the focal point of the fray. She changed her course and headed in their direction. "Is something the matter?"

 

"This is none of your concern. Please step aside and let us handle it," the Turian C-sec officer said.

 

"This Asari won't turn in her biotic amp." the security officer at the checkpoint said.

 

Naleena flashed her Spectre badge, and waved them through the checkpoint.

 

"You can't do that!" the security officer said.

 

"I'm afraid she can," the Turian replied.

 

"Anyone showing Janiri identification is part of my team and has clearance to carry. Spectre authority." Naleena said, "You may authenticate with my vessel's database."

 

Jenus gave the security guard a smug look and she and Irina passed through the checkpoint. Opposite the security station was a taxi stand. Irina hailed a cab and the two headed to the Silversun Strip.

 

"So what do you want to do, Red?"

 

"Let's go to the Silver Coast."

 

"Come on, you can't even beat Tallis. How do you expect to beat the pros in that place?" Jenus asked as their cab was headed down through the wards.

 

"So what do you have in mind?"

 

"Some place we can make some serious money with what we do best: the Armax Arsenal Arena."

 

"You're f***ing kidding me?" Irina said with disbelief. "I thought we were going to unwind a bit. We just fought a f***ing war and you want to go fight in an arena?"

 

"Come on, Red. You'll love it, and you know it."

 

"You go ahead. I'll watch."

 

"Suit yourself, but don't complain when I've got all the credits, and all the glory."

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

Awe great Papper work. nothing Rachel loved more than papper work.

it had been an houre since the fight at the warehouse.and Raze had dropped her suit.

so now she was nothin more than a limbless torso suspended on run of the mill Armax prostetics. 

the sector chief did not look happy.

She had this vain on her head..you needed to see to beleve.  

Hoestly Rachel had never seen this in Turians but there it was a female turian about to have an Anurisem.

" 400.000 Kreds worth of damage Hollow you were only hired to capture the Volus due to your unique ability to act as a ammo cake." 

Trala looked at Rachel.. "What?"

"sponge.. its act as a Sponge."

"Realy? those yellow things you lot use as batheing tools?"

"Yeah."

"Ok so this Geth.?"

"Partialy stripped its longrange weapons were long gone thats why in still here. unfortunately i gouldnt get to the office."

Rachel admitted.

"No data on the parts or the buyer. those cannons in the wrong hands. i trust i dont need to spell thay out for you Hollow?"

"Nope."

[Cknarf]

Citadel, Docking Bay A-5, Security Checkpoint.

 

"Well sh*t, if that's the case, I'll be right back." Upon learning that he was authorized to carry weapons, Frank returned to the ship. He showed back up at the checkpoint with his Raikou at his side.

 

"Excuse me, sir?"

 

"Miss?"

 

"Could you..." The officer motioned to his pistol.

 

"What? I thought I was authorized?"

 

"You are."

 

"Sooooooo, what's the problem?"

 

"I'm afraid that your current... attire, combined with an openly carried firearm could possibly induce panic among the civilian population."

 

Frank looked down at his busted ass duds, and sighed. 

 

I guess I can see where she's coming from. 

 

He shoved the collapsed pistol into the pocket of his jumpsuit.

 

"There." He smiled. "No one's gotta know."

 

"Thank you, sir. Next!"

 

Priority one: New threads.

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

So what now? well there was the damages..but that was nothing that left her whith 40.000 Creds so she could get some food. or .. nah sod it she needed parts her prostetics were getting old and Raze needed work plus her own clothes were getting .. Stank. 

there wernt any leads to follow any way.

[Cknarf]

Gee-Ro's Formal Wear, Shalta-Aroch Ward.

 

Fancy.

 

Frank strode into the store.

 

"Can I help you, sir?" He was greeted at the door by a human employee dressed in a black tux.

 

"You sure can, Slick. I'm lookin' for some new duds." Frank slid past, and began searching through a rack of jackets.

 

The man wrinkled his nose slightly at Frank's rough appearance. He followed close.

 

"Ho-lee-shiiiiit. 4500?" 

 

"There is a store several blocks down with more... affordable options."

 

"Don't worry, you uppity f***. I've got the creds."

 

"I highly doubt--"

 

"POW!" Frank shoved his account balance in the man's face.

 

"My apologies, sir. I--"

 

"Oh, shut up you kiss ass, and help me pick something out." Frank walked away, deeper into the store. "What have you got in orange?"

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

the Wards.. clothes and Rachel rarely went well together. but she tended to just warethem till thay ran away by themselves.

"OK need something cheep... and dureable."

she told herself.

looking at the stores. she was more fanilier whith Hardware and Arms stores than clothing stores.. did Overalls count?

Aaah sod it she chose one at random.

"Can i help you miss? "

"Do you do Overalls?" she asked inocently. 

"Miss this is a fine estableshment of Hoitcuture and Jené sequas."

"You misspronounced those i think... or misspelled them."

"The point is Luv we dont do dungerees. beat it. "

[Cknarf]

Frank, now dressed in a tuxedo, looked at himself from all possible angles, The tux was white, with an orange vest and trim.  

 

"Eh. I don't know..."  Frank looked himself over, and adjusted the gloriously orange bow tie. "Are you sure you don't have anything with more orange?"

 

"This is as 'orange' as it gets, sir."

 

Frank placed the top hat upon his head. He adjusted it so it was canted slightly to the left.

 

F*** yeah.

 

"Ring it up, Slick. I'll be wearing this one out."

 

"Of course, sir." The employee bowed slightly, and began calculating. "Your total comes to... 15,000 Cr."

 

Fifteen k...

 

"Aw, f*** it." Frank paid for his new clothes.

 

Totally worth it.

 

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, sir." The employee smiled. 

 

"Likewise."

 

"Oh, and don't forget this." He handed Frank the bag containing his old clothes.

 

"Thanks, Slick." Frank proceeded to dig through the bag.  He nonchalantly retrieved his pistol from the jumpsuit. The man behind the counter raised his hands.

 

"Oh, so it's okay for you to rob people. Pfffft." Frank tucked the weapon carefully into the breast pocket of his jacket. He walked away from the counter, and towards the exit.  There was a woman dressed in overalls speaking with another employee.

 

Priority two: Females. Or was it food? Doesn't matter. Either is fine.

 

 Frank caught the end of their conversation.

 

"The point is Luv we don't do dungerees. beat it. "

 

Frank slapped a hand firmly on the man's shoulder

 

"What's wrong with dungarees? I f***ing love dungarees! They're like, my favorite thing aside from women and drop shuttles."

 

I have no idea what dungarees are. Whatever.

 

"I got it from here, pal." Frank sent the employee away. "Miss." He tipped his hat. 

 

Damn, that felt cool.

 

"You lookin' for some company?" Frank held out an arm. "'Cause I am. Come on. I don't mind the smell"

[Kel Riever]

...on the Medusa

Doctor Amy Hayashi knew she was being chased, by that...jingly...unbelievably...WOW!  But with all those things on her...Hayashi figured that's how she lured her prey in.  Like a Siren.  Like in all those tales where the hero is warned not to touch the treasure, and she just wanted to yell at the hero when the hero started being tempted because she knew what would happen next.  Something bad!  Those pretty eyes, that beautiful face, and the next thing Amy Hayashi would be is a meat burger.

In fact, that woman, with all that gear, was probably the head butcher.

"Come on, this is crazy!  I'm here to help you!"  The shouts came back, around a corner in the crawlspace between the Medusa's hull. 

Help me become a burger, Amy thought to herself.  She had to do something unpredicatable if she wanted to escape.  There was another crawlway turn up ahead, but the problem is that she would be caught eventually.  Searching the small glow stickers that were placed for emergency reference, Amy found one unique one that had a decent amount of text and mentioned something about a vertical column for the elevators.  Glancing up, she saw another barely discernable hatch just above her head.  As quietly as she could, the doctor opened the hatch and asceneded into the vertical crawlspace with handholds.  She pressed her feet against either side of the narrow tube, reached down, and closed the maintenance hatch quietly again.

~ ~ ~ ~

Babe was wondering exactly how fast this little woman was travelling.  For her part, Babe was wearing clothes that she liked, and that she thought gave her some flexibility in moving around.  But the crawlspace, with all its frequent and minute components lining its sides, was proving to be a challenge.  A moment of reflection from her childhood, where Babe's mother told her not to play with anything that might mark her beautiful face, got Babe steamed and it was enough motivation to keep going. 

There was a corner turn in the crawlway, and then another turn.  Babe couldn't hear the woman anymore but there were only so many places she could go.  At least that's what Babe thought...

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

(OOC) Sorry had work and stuff.

 

Rachel looked the guy up and down. he seemed.. OK deffenetly military from the way he held his self.

"Eh sod it sure why not." she shook thie new comer Frank's hand.. ok now this was always tricky Raze had more refined motor controle than these toys.. easy easy dont crush franks hand..aaand she didnt.

there a sucessfull shake and no casualtys.

"Names Rachel pleasure to meet you in sutch a Oat coature estableshment im sure. So im going to guess your Aliance maybe?  you look militery. "

Meh Munsk was to cowardly to hire a hitman but his client probably would..

keep him close.

" Clothes can wait you hungry?  i know this Kebab place they do these fishdog raps thay are great."   

[Cknarf]

((It's all good. I'm totally at work right now.))

 

Varren wraps? Hell yes.

 

"Works for me." Frank shrugged. The pair left the store, and began walking towards food. "I'm probably the farthest thing from military there is. It's like, I am, but I'm not, know what I mean?" Frank raised an eyebrow.  "I'm a civilian serving on a council ship, but I still have to shoot at people once in awhile. If that makes sense."

 

"Aaaaaanyways, that's boring. Let's talk about you."  Frank glanced over. "Specifically, your arms. I'm gettin' some prosthetics myself, and I want to know what it's like." He held up his right hand, and wiggled his three remaining fingers. "Can you still feel stuff, or what?"

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

"Yeah this wasnt "Voluntery" but i tend to make the best out of a cr*p situation if you catch my drift.as for feeling these are pretty mutch bottom of the barrel stuff. " She admitted.

leadin the way to the Shop she had seen earlier.

"Honestly i cant really describe it. i have a few Phantom pains. my left foot feels like its in serious cramp. but its different for every body. im like 50% tin now. all ineed is a Brain. only advice i can realy give is get custom stuff try asking a few Quarians those guys are on the leading edge in Prostetics. " She advised giveing it real thaught..

" I used to be  Aliance myself but.. well you can see. i went and got all Steve Rodgers. i tend to do some Councel work from time to time. " She admitted. stoping out side the shop.

"This is the place.. apparently its Shepards Favourate Kebabshop on the Citedel ant thats Shepards Favourate McDonalds and thats Shepards favouret srarbucks." she joked.

"So how did you lose the didgets? Bad card game or Will you have to kill me if you told me?"

[Kel Riever]

Previously...( http://forum.bioware...res/?p=18457744 )

En route to the Terminus Systems, aboard the Kurinth

Spectre Xanthe Remi stood next to the Kurinth’s Captain in the CIC of the frigate.  They were pursing reports that criminal activity was on the rise, and several local bandit lords had become concerned enough to increase their purchase of arms through the black market.  Taking the Kurinth on her maiden voyage had provided its share of problems, with one particular hull stress fracture requiring a full drift to fix after a Mass Relay transfer.  While each individual issue was cause for at least some alarm, problems, in general, were expected on any vessel new to its release into service.

Most of the Kurinth’s crew were asari, and for the few of those who weren’t, the ship felt as if it was lightly populated, and provided plenty of space.  Its hull was of a typical asari Republics design, not like the over-engineered Janiri.  Still, it had its own charm, was fast, and had the effect of putting its crew at ease despite its military heritage.

Xanthe, in her evergreen colored Justicar armor, trimmed with gold, was reading through her messages on a terminal.  She was relaxed, and most of the items she read through were routine, or didn’t require much attention.  The action would start when the frigate would arrive at its destination system, ready to begin its investigative mission.  But as she read, she saw flagged a priority message from the Council.

As Xanthe scrolled through the wall of text that was in the message, her brow furrowed, causing the white diamond facial marking in the center of her forehead to move downward.  Details came out on an incident on Omega, a catastrophic loss of life, all involving some sort of perceived threat, the criminal queen of the station, and a Spectre.  When Xanthe read the name of the Spectre, her jaw tightened.  Then, she read the order of the Council.

Xanthe straightened and for a moment, pondered the reality of the situation she’d just been informed of.  It was so coincidental, that she checked herself, to make sure she wasn’t reading into something she shouldn’t have based on her involvement and her emotions.  There was no mention of a recusal, based on her past experience with the Spectre involved.  In fact, it had been mentioned that there was a degree of trust being placed in Xanthe Remi because of her proximity to the individual.  When what she needed to do finally sunk in, Xanthe typed a rapid confirmation to accept the mission they had assigned and turned to the Kurinth’s Captain.

“We have a new destination,” Xanthe said, trying not to let her satisfaction get the best of her.  “Bring the ship around and set course for The Citadel.”

[Redbelle]

Anika stepped onto the Citadel and groaned as the bruises from her getting hit by the gunship on Omega twinged. The purple and blue discoloration remained but in the time spent traveling tot he citadel the swelling had gone down to the point that she could almost fit back into her white one piece without the skin tight suit causing her back to constantly be prodded by the tightness. As it was she was wearing the bottoms with the suit's top's arms wrapped around her waist. A loose and baggy over-shirt she'd found in Naleena's wardrobe serving to cover her torso.

 

On the trip over she'd tried to recover her armor. The back plates were totally destroyed however and the electronics inside torn up so that even hot-fixing them resulted in sporadic misfire's of the remaining suits barrier system. It was wrecked. Totally un-combat worthy until she had a chance to put it into repair with a dedicated specialist.....

 

Fortunately, her traipsing around with Jess had given her names of people who could do such things..... and while in the past they had gone out of their way to avoid the Citadel.... There was one person who had moved here some time ago and set up shop.

 

His name was Kolme.... And Jess had told her how he had been one of those who.... after Jess had seen many specialists in cyber biotech.... had pulled all the knowledge and expertise together to put the finishing touches on her artificial arm.

 

Kolme was a Quarian. And though his expertise tended more towards synthetic biotech, he'd managed to combine the efforts of many experts to make Jess's own arm reliable, invisible to detection, and versatile to what Jess had wanted it to be able to do.

 

Surely a quick fix on a suit of armor wouldn't be beyond him?

 

Still.... she'd been out of sight from the others on the ship for so long... perhaps she'd better call in and see how everyone was doing. She pulled up her omnitool and sent the Janiri group a short message.

 

"Hey everyone.... It's Anika. I'm free for a while and was wondering.....". The words she was about to say felt alien in that they meant she'd be doing things not dedicated to ship board duties but she pressed on. "..... I was wondering if anyone had some time.... to get together.... doing something"? Anika's cheeks flushed as she recognized how pathetic that sounded. "....what with it being my first time on the Citadel and all". She added. "I'll be heading down to the presidium. Call me if you want to get together".

 

She signed off and shook her head. Her message had sounded awful to her own ears but it was sent now. To late to pull it back and try again. As she headed off towards her destination she wondered if her life really had been more simple when she'd been watching out for others as a bodyguard.... now she had been given a temporary reprieve from that role all the 'me' time she now had was driving her crazy.

[Cknarf]

"I'd prefer not to kill anyone else, if I can help it." Frank chuckled, while entering the restaurant. 

 

I've killed people. Crazy.

 

Frank shook his head.

 

Back to the fingers...

 

"I lost these two in a shootout on Omega. Just the other day, actually." He raised his left hand. "And the tip of this pinky about... seven years ago? I forget. That one was work related."

 

"You're gonna lose the rest of it if you keep holdin' up my line." The krogan behind the counter grumbled.

 

"What is with you guys and food service these days?"

 

Aw, look at his cute little hat!

 

The krogan produced a knife, and stabbed it into the counter.

 

"I'll take the number two!"

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

"yeah i get that. Omega is a bit of a hell hole. i did some work for that evenging angel or whatever. youknow the one the guy whith the superhero name. " was hired to take down afew smugglers.. after i found out what they were smuggeling even that asari chick gave me extra to go overkill on them. " She admitted.. if this guy was a hit man oversell yourself.. make him think twice. 

"Yer big one extra sauce mate." she ordered her meal.

 "So you always pickup strange amputees? " seriosly that was lame even for her..and thatwas saying something..

and did all krogan look cute in hats?

[Cknarf]

"Only when it's convenient." Frank smiled. "Do you always take complete strangers to shitty restaurants?"

 

"309!" The krogan bellowed out an order number.

 

"You don't gotta yell, man. I'm standing right here."

 

"Choke on it." He handed over the food.

 

"I'll try my best." Frank popped a large chunk of varren into his mouth.

 

His omni-tool flashed with Anika's message.

 

He replied with a text.

 

[Way over on Shalta-Aroch. I'll give you a heads up if I make it over your way. I could use someone of your stature. For reasons. Hanging with an amputee and cramming meat down my throat. --Frank ]

 

Frank read back over the message he just sent

 

[It's nothing weird, promise.]

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

"Meh im bored and a jod i was on didnt pan out propperly. " Rachel admitted watcheing Frank chew his meat.

"any good? i sware i didnt bring you here to taste test. " she joked as she kept an eye out.

man today wasn't going well at all. either she was being set up or she was on a verry bad date or she was far more socialy awkward than she knew. 

 

"310 YER GUT ROTTER IS READY."

 

" Bout time Vinnie. hows the wife and kids? " she asked the krogan.

 

" Blue. same as always. whos yer pall ?"

 

"Helth inspector. look im trying to track down used parts about that geth. "

"look i gave you that volus idiot already. "

" what about his buyers? "

"Id leve that to C-sec "

 

 

 

 

[Cknarf]

"Those idiots in C-SEC couldn't find their asses if they used both hands."  Frank closed one eye, concentrating on chewing the tough piece of meat. "Son of a b*tch, how old is this?"

[Decepticon Leader Sully]

"" Honestly? its fresh Varren isnt realy a human delecasy. or Krogan for that matter. " Rachel admitted.

" Look im sorry i got you in this. i thaught if a strange face turned up id stir the pot. and i.. i owe you an explenation."

"i assume you know what a getg armature is?"

[Cknarf]

"They're the big 'ol f*ckers, right?" Frank finally managed to swallow. "What about 'em?"