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[Redbelle]

"Look, I'm sure it's broken". Jess said raising her fist and giving the audio pickup above where Aelias sat a bang. "Give me the tools and I'll strip it down. Find the problem. How can you be the comms officer with broken equipment"?

 

"Stop that"! Aelias protested. "It's not broken! You were just muted. There's no way I'm letting you on the radio until you've.... at the least..... read the first page of that manual".

 

"I flipped through it".

 

"I said, read it"!

 

"I make announcement's all the time on my ship".

 

"We're not on your ship, are we"!

 

"You think I don't know that? For starters? No uniform code on the Medusa. Those cothes may be regulation but luv...... they are totally unflattering on you". She turned to Eteon. "You think we have time to take a shuttle down to get her kitted out in something flattering? Come to think of it the red armours a good colour, but luv..... cocktail dress. You've definitely got the hips for it".

[Gabi_MuadDiB]

"Yup, I just build them from scrap... you know, there is a lot of trash everywhere around in the slums.... If I just goy access to better tech and parts I could do better... one of my hobbies to build stuff"... He was typing in his datapad some commands while opening the brute force crack-soft he had put together to get acces the acces codes, it was running faster than expected 'Ah, my friend Wuldar couldn't make it easier if he had wanted... poor guy' As he waited the last few seconds for the file to open he commeted "I can build drones to, surveillance drones, little combat drones.... you know, they are not ultra deathly, but they are an anoyance... And they could also carry a little payload... saddly right now I don't have the supplies to put one together"... He heard the Krogan grunt in aprovance... it seemed to like the idea of the drones... "So dude! here is the file at last... it says something... something about Blue Suns and info about humans... and there some audio files too...!?" he played the audios files inside his helmet radio system.... "Offcourse, thinks get wierder and creepier... Vayne... I think you should take a look at this"

 

He passed the datapad to Vayne and passed the audio files to his Omnitool, he started reading and play the files at once...

[Terca]

"Firstly, I agree with going to Omega, but the person to tell that is Androkan, he has control over the vessel." Though everyone knows Omega is the place where the Terminus' news percolates. He'd be an idiot to not go there. She personally had no experience on the station despite having been in the Terminus once or twice, she only knew it used to be a mining facility and that it was one hell of a hellhole. How much of the rumors of Omega were true was something she never really wanted to find out... Random Vorcha leaping from shadowed halls seem like a terrible thing to have in any location, let alone a Varren's den. "I think he'd go there anyways, with the time he spent in the Terminus he has probably been there quite a few times."

 

Then she turned to the question at hand; "Turians don't wear dresses." She stated in a way which was rather 'duh'-like. "We wear what humans call pants. And variations on pants. Like 'shorts' and whatnot. We do not wear dresses. Only Asari do." Pausing for a moment she thought of a justification for what she just said. "I'd hazard a guess that the reason for it would be the fact skirts get caught on things rather easily."

 

***

"If you are qualified for the position and you take care in opening and closing bodies there will be a place for you among the senior medical staff, yes." Deidrus replied to what he thought to be the implied question. He was somewhat reluctant to boost her not only in the combat stance of the hierarchy of his ship but also the medical. It was a big jump in overall standing... Something not advisable to his instincts.

 

While they talked the Shuttle was making its way back to the Audron, the pilot mumbling things from the front along the lines of 'crazy Commandos' in equal parts awe and amusement. It was always a treat in his mind to see a Commando do what they do best: Be the best.

[Kel Riever]

Morgan sat on a low crate in the storage room of a hardware store. The place was cramped, but that didn’t seem to bother Torgeir. The salarian made himself comfortable in a chair that served as the one piece of furniture in the room.

 

“I’ve got eyes that can cover the docks, kids with nothing better to do, dregs who need the extra cash,” Torgeir offered, as he pressed the tips of his fingers together. “They’re loyal enough to pass on the information, and cheap, but you want a lot of them.”

 

“You had me already pay to tell me this quarian isn’t on any ship at the moment,” Morgan groused. “How much more is this going to cost me?”

 

“The money was well spent. If he had already boarded, you’d know where he was going and could use the money to buy a ticket. Since he hasn’t, maybe you can catch him before he gets onboard. That is, if he’s really leaving.”

 

The salarian was pressuring, but he wasn’t lying. “If he isn’t, I’ll find him inside of a week. If he is, your henchmen need to get me the information fast enough so I can catch him before he boards. I’ll be close by.” Morgan studied Torgeir, noting how their conversation together seemed like standard fair to the hardware store owner. “I like salarians, Torgier. Don’t make me change my opinion.”

 

A quick laugh escaped Torgeir’s lips. “A thousand credits for a week. That will cover all the standard docks. I make no promises for the smugglers or the guarded merc platforms.”

 

 

“Deal.” Morgan stood and shook hands with the salarian, who was familiar with the Earth custom. He didn’t expect Arrin to be shrewd enough or rich enough to find a way off Omega not monitored by Aria. Speed was likely the quarian’s priority. At least Morgan would have to take the chance. He didn’t have enough money for much else. “Listen, Torgeir, I need something else.”

 

“You want armor?  An upgrade to that old assault rifle you’ve got?  It isn’t exactly up to standard, like your other weapons.”

 

Morgan cracked a rough smile, “My equipment is reliable. No, what I need is access for an out-of-system com burst.  Without snooping.  Someone as resourceful as you has to have access.”

 

Torgeir put a hand to his chin, “True.  I am not the only one.  Still, while Aria’s network can be circumvented, it isn’t easy.  Two hundred credits, one way.”

 

The smile disappeared from Morgan’s face, “What a rip-off!  Tell me I can’t find someone else in this same retail lot who can’t give it to me for less.  Don’t give me that Aria line, either.  Even if she’s listening in, she’ll make sure no one else is.”

 

The salarian flinched, “If you don’t care about her knowing, I can’t compete.  I don’t know who you are sending to, but my network is free of all entanglements, including the other merc groups.  I’ll let you use it for one-fifty, one going, and one coming.  But that’s based on the other business you are doing.  Don’t negotiate with me further, that’s my final offer.”

 

Taking a moment to consider, Morgan weighed his options.  His message was going to be encrypted, thanks to the Shadow Broker providing a security upload to his omni-tool for sending communications safely.  Torgier’s price was high, but it was always better to avoid risks.  And if someone like Torgeir cracked the message, once he found out who it was for, he’d keep it to himself if he knew what was good for him.  Morgan sighed.  “Fine.  Put me in front of your station, one send and one receive.  I’ve got work to do so I’d appreciate it if we get this done now.”

 

“It will be my pleasure, Morgan.”

 

Morgan needed to update his contact, and then try to catch up with the quarian.  Whatever gaps Torgeir’s team couldn’t cover, Morgan would have to make up for on his own.  The situation was getting more involved than he liked, but Morgan had no choice.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Naleena turned the shuttle toward the spaceport. "I met Krios once in a club. Nice man. He reminded me of my father, except Krios seemed to be more tortured inside. You know Krios?"

 

Kanae made a snerk. "Only by reputation.  It probably wouldn't be in my most healthy of decisions to want to see an assassin of his caliber comin' round to meet me." He took off his left glove and found blood running down his armor. "Not that this predicament is all that much better. Heh, the irony is that you could altogether be one of Baladrum's employed, and I could be flyin' to my death right now."

 

"I can understand from your perspective, but to him I was just a dancer at the time," Naleena lit her cigarette, "My fee is payable 50% at the start of the contract, and 50% on completion. Baladrum is in no position to pay the remaining 50%, is he? But who knows? Perhaps Baladrum is merely a lieutenant in the organization and the contract came from higher up?" Kanae felt a tightness around his neck. Kanae put up his barriers. Naleena released it immediately and laughed. "Good, you're quick with your barriers. But I didn't come here to kill you nor you me because one of us would already be dead.Now onto more pleasant things.

 

"Your quarters on the ship. I've staked out the Starboard Observation Deck because I need a place to meditate. It has a nice view of the stars. The ship is very Spartan which is what you'd expect from a Turian. I'd suggest you claim the Port Observation Deck if you like a view. And I'd suggest you purchase any comforts now and have them delivered. May I suggest Matriarch Lara's. Tell them that Lady Sonira referred you."

 

"Lady Sonira?" Kanae asked.

 

"One of my aliases. They'll take good care of you."

 

"I haven't decided to join up just yet. The mission parameters were only sent while I was settlin' out my last job.  I ain't had the time to look over them yet. Not that I'm such the huge fan of gettin' new direction in the middle of an ongoing job. I may be open, but this is even grating for the Council...." His dreads fell over his face, and he shook them back letting out a breath as he took off his helmet. Then he repositioned his arm to avoid dripping blood on the seats. "How far are we out from this bloke's ship anyway?"

 

"Just at NA Interstellar at one of the private hangars," Naleena said, and shot a quick glance his way. "I didn't have much of a choice about this mission. I was on holiday enjoying the fruits of my labor for a few months. I usually do something to keep in shape. But then there was the shootout. NAPD showed up and I had to act like a maiden dancer right after I'd blown a toad's brains out.

 

"The toad that was in the Spectre's car? I thought he was going to s*** himself when I got in. Apparently he's the Spectre's contact with STG. All I can say is that the mission must be pretty important because the mission seemed to override any alleged problems.

 

"Vera, take control of the ship. Let me get something for that. I've got a first aid kit in here," Naleena went to the back of the shuttle and opened a locker and grabbed some wraps and Medi-gel syringes.

 

Kanae took out some gauze while she went in the back then took his time unhooking part of his armor to get to the freshly expanding puncture wounds between his acromion and scapula, and the other just shy of his bicep tendon.  Wiping away at the blood on the outside of the bicep wound, he wound the gauze around it tightly.  The pressure looked to be too tight for anyone else, but Kanae only showed an expression of slight discomfort.  Trying to do the same to the shoulder injury, he had a rougher going as the medi-gel injection from earlier was wearing off and the blood flowed more steadily from the wound.  

 

Trying to use his biotics to focus on applying pressure to the area just above the wound to stop the bleeding gave him a massive migraine.  He stopped before the blood rushing to his head could start running out of his nose.  "...eh.  Should have paid more attention in that biotic medical application course."

 

 

"Hey! Drop! Let me do it! You're straining. You'll only make it worse." Naleena returned with a field kit. "Now let me take a look at that. First thing you need to do is relax."

 

Naleena touched Kanae's forehead, and he felt like he'd been given a shot of opiates. She undid what Kanae had done. Naleena had received field medicine training from her martial arts trainer. The pain from his arm and shoulder was blocked. Naleena applied a biotic field and slowed the bleeding. She cleaned the wounds applied fresh Medi-gel directly to the sites. Medi-gel heals various wounds and ailments, instantly sealing injuries against infection and allowing for rapid healing by having the gel grip tight to flesh until subjected to a certain frequency of ultrasound. It is sealable against liquids - most notably blood - as well as contaminants and gases.

 

"You had the right idea with the Medi-gel. You just didn't get it in all the right places, plus the wounds needed to be cleaned. It's a good thing you ran into me. This could have been a lot worse. We didn't always have Medi-gel, and I had to learn things the old way first. If I run out, I can use cyano-acrylate to seal the wounds once they're clean. But this stuff genetically alters the tissue where it is applied to speed healing. Technically, the Council would ban it under its laws but it is way too useful." 

 

Kanae let her work. "Usually have my partner to take care of this stuff... Usually don't get shot either. Heh, carelessness." He brought up his omni-tool, checking on his biometrics and his amps. One was recovering, and the other was cooling down." Besides, I would have known if I was going to bleed out at least. Quarians know how to make a bio-scanner for the go if nothing else."

 

Kanae felt very relaxed. Naleena kept applying the Medi-gel as she was closing the wounds to form a seal. "I was talking about infection. There, that should do it." She touched Kanae's forehead again and took him out of his state. "I left the pain block in place. It'll wear off in a couple of hours, but you should be fine by then. Have the doctor look at you when she gets back just to make sure I didn't miss anything."

 

"Yeah.  Think I'll take you up on the doc.  I'm not really worried about the pain though.  Haven't felt pain in years."  He slid some of the armor back on his arm carefully.  "One of the perks of havin' a damaged nerve system I guess."

 

Vera guided the Scythe Shuttle into the bay and landed it softly in its position.

 

"And this is one of the perks about having an AI who can fly a ship. Thanks, Vera."

 

"You're welcome, Dear."

 

"So you can't feel pain? You have to be careful. How did that happen?" Naleena said as she was gathering her swords from the trunk on the port side of the craft.

 

"Like most things, by accident," Kanae said with a smirk. Easing himself up to his feet, he let himself off Vera, thanking the AI for her hospitality. He stepped out into the loading bay of the ship and whistled, impressed. "Nice digs they got here."

 

Taking a note of the way they flew in, he glanced back at the asari and her blades. "Plannin' on some medieval action?" Quickly taking note of a staring turian worker muttering to a friend, Kanae walked over to them. "Hey, yeah. Two questions, lads. First, where's the med-lab? Second, where can I find me a secure extranet terminal?"

 

Naleena handled the blades like they were the most precious things in her world. "These belonged to my father. He introduced me to the martial arts and biotic training at a very young age. I practice the dances with them daily," she said, "I understand there is a place on Earth where quality swords might still be obtained. Somewhere called Japan? I should pay a visit.

 

"Regarding the treatment I gave you, please let me know if the doctor finds that I missed anything. I try to be thorough. I'll be in my quarters."

 

"Goin' to have to meet the doc at some point if I'm joinin' up. But hey, thanks again for the ride and the treatment. If I end up stayin' on, I'll see you around. If not stay beautiful, I guess." Having said his peace, he followed the Turian worker's directions, waving to the Asari as he explored through the ship.

 

As she approached the elevator, the quartermaster stopped her, and several Asari workers emerged from the elevator carrying Turian bedding and furnishings. "Naleena! I wasn't expecting workers to be ripping furnishings out of the Starboard Observation Deck without the Captain's approval. This is highly irregular."

 

"If the Captain wants me on this mission, he will accept this. You, on the other hand, I notice have your case of very expensive d-Serrice Ice Brandy. A simple 'thank you' would have sufficed and I could have put in a good word with your Captain, but then I realize Turians aren't known for manners. I've seen better manners from a Krogan," Naleena chastized, "Now if you'll excuse me."

 

"Wait! Thank you, and I am glad to have been of service."

 

"You're welcome. I'll reconsider." Naleena turned, smiled and entered the elevator followed by three Asari workers.

[Redbelle]

Jess looked between Eteon and Aelias with a disappointed look. "No dresses? That's not a rule! I admit I've never seen a Turian wear one.... but I know this great seamstress on Omega who could fix you both up. She's a miracle worker by far".

 

At that moment Jess's personel comm called for her attention and she switched it on. Anika's voice came over the line. "Captain! If your not to busy....."

 

At the same moment Aelias's board lit up. "Engineering". She muttered to Eteon before accepting the call. "Switchboard".

 

"....... I've hit a problem". Anika continued.

 

The comm board lit up with an annoyed voice. "We've got a drop in pressure in one of the coolent gas lines......".

 

"I think I hit something trying to work the cooker unit into the power grid". Anika went on.

 

"...... Having trouble localising it. Tell the crew to be on alert and tell us if they see something". the engineer went on.

 

Jess looked between Aelias and her comm, then up at Eteon. "Would you excuse me for just one moment luv". She said before taking rather hurried steps back towards the central lift shaft. She hissed into her comm. "Anika..... don't tell me you mistook a gas line for a power cable".

 

"........Alright. I won't tell you".

 

"Anika"!

 

"I'm waiting outside with your helmet captain. though it's getting a bit hard to see in there".

 

Jess groaned as she stepped into the lift. "Dial up the extraction vents luv. And don't breath that crap in. It'll feeze your lungs".

[Cainhurst Crow]

Vayne approached arrin as he stooped down a bit as he reached forward and took the datapad, looking it over at its contents. It was a catalog, or at least a catalog format, with names, pictures, and a small blurb of information on the side, almost like a collection of profile pages for some dataing or social media site. "I recognize this type of thing. Some slavers use this to identify their cargo, make it easy for buyers to browse the selections without needing to meet in person." vayne said as a frown began to form on his face. Slavery was something he was familar with, but at least back in the old days lists like this were never as detailed as the one here. Even today, a lot of slavers would put the bare bones information needed to make a sale, nothing in such great detail like this.

 

Curiously he tapped one of the profiles and blinked in surprise as more then an entire page worth of information was laid out, most of it biometric readouts such as heart rates, blood pressure, blood type, dna sequencing, toxicity reports, neuralogical patterns, detailed list of variations from internal deformities or organs to simple eye, hair, and skin color, right down to the exact number of variations. Scrolling down more, the profile listed medical history, psyhcological states, dates of birth, origins, a detailed history of a person more extensive then even most governmental files he usually accessed for his job.

 

"This...this is no slaver list..." Vayne commented with a worried tone as he began to scroll the list. More and more people, every single one of them human and all of them having the same vividly detailed profile as he got to work. "Whoever compiled this made sure every detail was here. Slave owners wouldn't care to know this much about their purchases, and where are the prices? There's no slaver who wouldn't put a price on their products..." Vayne conclued as he began to get more nervous, and edge in his voice as he worked hard to understand what he was seeing.The more vayne looked, the more he saw the strangeness of this list. For all its detail, no prices or even options to order any of these folks were present. No slaver, no matter who lazy or incompetent, would operate like this. Not with a list that streched into the hundreds like this one seemed to do. As he scrolled he suddenly stopped at one profile in particular. It was a girl in her teens, her face in a calm sleep, like all the other pictures were, as he read the name.

 

Zenon Karver, the girl he had been hired to find, her infromation displayed for him to see as he set the datapad down, looking to his omnitool as he accessed the audio file. Zenon had been last heard of by her parents at what was supposed to be a human rally of somekind. That gathering, it seemed, ended with a mass capture, just like vayne had thought. The suns had captured a lot of humans, way more then could be feasibly in attendance at one single rally. Whatever was going on, this file would have to hold the answers he sought. He pressed play, listening in on what had been a recorded conversation.

 

There was an unknown voice that first came on the line. It was cold, booming loud and vayne winced as he heard it. It sounded like a digitally altered voice, but it still sent a chill up vayne's spin the moment he heard it speak. "We are growing impatient, Turian. Tell us what you have to offer, or our transaction will be terminated." It spoke without emotion, for a moment vayne pondered if it might be an elcor.

 

Another voice came online, this one with the distinct reverberation vayne recognized. It was a turian, and as he spoke, there was a lot of things vayne picked up, nervousness, anxiety, and anger, "Of course. We've managed to round up about a hundred humans recently. They're young, just like what you asked for. That brings our total shipment to 328 in total, all types of humans, waiting for you to come and get them. I fullfilled my end of the bargin, with 28 extra as a courtesy. Is that good enough for you yet?" The turian asked, an obvious edge to his voice as he spoke to whoever the buyer was.

 

'Who the hell could buy 300 humans in bulk? What am I dealing with here?' Vayne wondered as he continued to listen, eye widening as he heard the next words spoken.
 

"So not presume that you are owed favor by your action, organic." The words were still as cold as ever, but now there was an almost audible hate behind them, espeically ther word organic. "You serve those infinitly your greater. Of which you could not comprehend. Your offer is acceptable to our desire, we will come to harvest it in due time. You will be rewarded for your service, but show Insolence once more turian, and you will become our enemy."

 

There was a long silence, for which all vayne could do was look wide eyed at the quarian arrin. What the hell had he just heard? Who the hell were the suns involved with. Finally, the silence was broken with the turian, a audible gulp heard as he spoke once more.

 

"I...I understand. W-we'll have the shipments ready at our private hanger on the station. I'll send the coordinates to you and y-you can come by whenever you're ready. I-"

 

"We already know the way..." the voice broke the turian off, "Expect us within three solar cycles. We will not wait for you to arrive. The collectors offer much, but we can take away just as easily as we give..."

 

A suddenly loud burst of noise filled the audio feed, and vayne instinctively moved his hand up to his head as the noise suddenly died down, apparently feedback from the voice as it disconnected. There was a moment of silence before the turian spoke up again. "Spirits be damned, it fried the whole damn thing..." the turian said before another voice joined the conversation.

 

"Sir, I heard an explosion. Is everything-"
 

"Everythings just damn peachy here, Nova. The collectors are in, we just got to move our cargo to our hanger in three days. Prep the crews and move the humans into shipping containers, it'll look less suspicious that way. And make sure to scrap this terminal, I don't want a shred of data left in tack from it."

 

 

There was a simple understood before the sound of rustling filled the file, and the audio recording ended. Presumably from the terminal being powered off. How wuldar managed to get the file vayne didn;t know, but he was now looking pale as the identity of his opponents was now reveal.

 

Of all the creatures in the galaxy, collectors were definatly on the short list of ones he ever wanted to deal with. And now, he was going up against them, and the suns, and he knew above all what he needed to do.

 

He looked to arrin as he gulped down, looking at him expectantly before he spoke, "So...I guess we know who actually wants you dead now...." Vayne said, though there was little levity to be had from saying it, "I think all things given....I could give you a freebe and help get you off the station. You could take my ship and get out of here while...well, while there's still time." Vayne said, hoping the quarian would take the offer.

[ParkBom]

"Wonderful!" the Asari exclaimed, visibly excited at the prospect of running a lab, known as the head officer. The ability to make decisions on her own, to work how she wanted, was a huge bonus. Back on Illium, in the military lab, Elara was never allowed much power due to the restrictions placed on her. The Asari government, while usually open-minded and flexible, was quite staunch about her placement in the laboratory. It was already a stretch to have her working there, in the open field and nearly autonomous. To receive a promotion like this, especially in such unfamiliar surroundings that were the Turian military, was a blessing straight from the Goddess herself.

 

"Once we return to the Audron, I will speak with the quartermaster on what goods we need for the medical bay. Prior to our departure, I created a rather lengthy list on what is needed for this operation." she explained, pulling up a holographic version of said list on her omni-tool. It was over forty pages at least, most items accompanied with notes on what they could do, where to find them, and their level of importance. "And do not worry. As easily as I can slice an organic open, I can fix one up."

 

Cocking her head once more at the VI, the doctor stared at the mechanical being as the shuttle returned to the Audron's hanger bay. One spot was already taken by Naleena's shuttle only about a minute or two before. "Finally, on land once again! I need to stretch my legs!"

 

The shuttle doors sliding open, Elara was the first to exit, eager to return to the medical lab. First, she needed to change out of this commando garb. The tightness and revealing nature of the leathers made it uncomfortable for the doctor to wear, not out of personal shame but more of how binding the leathers were. She much preferred a breathable material for her clothing, something that could be slipped on within seconds and allowed for maximum flexibility and comfort. Sadly, no such material existed that would be both comfortable and fitting for combat. Though, her barriers could probably compensate for the little amount of protection her science outfit would give, the only thing such clothes be protecting being her dignity. 

 

Strolling on over to the quartermaster, who seemed rather exasperated at the sight of yet another Asari coming towards him, Elara greeted him with a wide grin. "Hello, Sergeant Septimus. How are you doing on this fine day?"

 

The quartermaster seemingly raised an eyebrow, well, eyeplate at the cheerful Asari, coughing into his fist before answering. "Er, fine, Miss T'Sophi. I received your message from before. You were interested in ordering equipment for the medical bay?"

 

"Yes, that is correct. I have complied a small list of what is necessary for the mission. I was told that my biological expertise was going to be used so I included many extras as well, just in case it will be necessary in my tests. It is a rather barebones list, otherwise." the doctor explained, her omni-tool lighting up once more as the transfer of the list began, sending it to the omni-tool of the quartermaster.

 

"Let's see... Spirits, this is nearly fifty pages! And what is this nonsense scribbled next to each of the items?!"

 

"Notes! It should tell you what you must do with each item, how important the items are, where to get them, the average price, things like that."

 

"...Why do you need Salarian test subjects? I do not think this is even legal." the quartermaster inquired, half-confused and half-wary of the scientist who was beaming at him.
 

"For research, of course! If we are ever in need to subjects to test a poison or mutation on, perhaps radiation or biotics, Salarians would be the best. With their rapidly-paced lifespan, they would show results of said tests much quicker than test subjects of other species. And it is legal! You simply must have them sign a waver. In my experience, the slums of run-down cities such as Omega are wonderful places to start recruiting. Just offer up a reward and bam! Several patients, ready to be tested on!" the doctor replied, a gleam in her eye as she seemingly spoke from experience. 

 

The quartermaster restrained his instinct to back away slowly from the eccentric woman, instead, eyeing her even more cautiously before clearing his throat once more, replying in a rather calm tone, despite what he was hearing. "You see, Doctor T'Sophi, I'm not sure if the Turian Hierarchy will be willing to pay for all of this. You have requested for quite... unusual items."

 

"Nonsense!" the doctor waved him off, shaking her head. "These are all essentials in my work. If we are to survive this mission, or at least learn something, we must have the very best!" At that, Elara's left arm extended to the ceiling, her index finger shot up in the air, leaving the quartermaster to shaking his head dejectedly, about to say something before the doctor cut him off. "Please see to it that we receive as much as what is on this list as possible, all right? Also, please remind the crew to swing by my office for their check-ups! I need to have everyone's medical information in my files." 

 

With that, the Asari seemingly skipped to the elevator, elatedly headed upwards to the medical bay, her med-lab. Sergeant Septimus looked at the massive list he was given, glancing at Spectre Androkan with a bemused expression before sighing, getting to his work of ordering the equipment.

[siphernin]

Kanae found the Turian ship impressive.  The first contact wars were beyond his time but he could imagine being on a ship like this with a pair of big guns behind him.  It was not his motif, but he could imagine whoever was calibrating those guns were paid a lot.  He watched another shuttle come in after the asari's transportation finished out its settling.  He looked for a quick moment, seeing another Turian.  It wasn't like he had a hard time telling them apart, but on a ship full of them, they were all starting to look the same.

 

Making it out of the bay to the lift, he noticed his omnitool flashing.  "Yeah, COLE.  ETA?"

 

"Present location: Turian Ship, Audron."

 

Kanae, perplexed turned back into the field of lizard people, looking for the glossy black sheen of his partner.  "I don't see you, COLE."

 

"Standby..." Reactivating his optical sensors, the mech woke up, coming out of the shuttle and scanning its surrounding.  "Target acquired," he spoke through Kanae's omnitool.

 

"I wish you'd stop usin' that to say you see me..."  Letting the lift go for more hurried aliens, Kanae watched the VI walk through the crowd, gaining measure of stares and fingers on triggers.  "Woah," Kanae spoke up.  "He's with me.  No bustin' up my partner less you willin' to pay his bill."  The turians gave him a glare and a wordless threat.  Kanae just smiled back, confidently before rolling his eyes.  He smacked the lift button again.  COLE took up position beside him, "NAPD get there yet."

 

"Confirmed," the VI continued to speak in quiet mode through their omnitool coms.  "Target recovered by NAPD forces.  Identification processing to begin in seven minutes.  Correction.  Incounter with foreign gasous substance.  Delay."

 

"Great," Kanae breathed.  He glanced at COLE and the VI mimicked the act.  "What's your impression of the Spectre?"

 

"Spectre Commander. Androkan.  He is Turian."

 

"Anything else," Kanae sneered.  

 

"He is an unknown variable."

 

"Aren't we all," Kanae said matter-a-factly.

 

A moment of silence passed between them as COLE investigated Kanae's bioscanner.  Taking a biometric and thermal scan of the human, COLE just waited for the command, as always.  But the time was interrupted as an Asari skipped her way up to the lift.

 

Kanae greeted her with a wave.  The VI just made a calculating sound.

[Terca]

Deidrus watched the people leave the cargo bay with a low sigh making its way through his nose. He approached Septimus and made an amused noise in the back of his throat which was dry more than anything. "I've seen that look before, what has the Asari done now?"

 

"Well, she provided a list," he waved his omni-tool in the general direction of the Spectre, "which contains all that she wants for her medical bay. I have worked with requisitions in the past on various ships and only because of that do I know what 'Endiriin Cuul Fuhra' is. There's no translation because it is some form of Asari supplement. What kind... I haven't a clue." He shook his head and turned to fully face the Spectre. "Along with test subjects." He stood straighter as the form of amusement left his eyes. "I as much as any Turian on this ship knows that your rank supercedes a great many of us, and we won't question your authority and that's furthered by you being a Spectre however I would caution you-"

 

"Septimus." The Spectre raised his hand and halted the older man. "I know you and I have had operational differences in the past, call them ideological scuffles if you please, but I'm not going to do anything that will not assist in our mission. If we need a test subject, we will get it. Until then, order from this what you know and the things she has written the most on as long as it is reasonable in price. We'll load up and move soon." He stepped back from the Quartermaster and inclined his head. "The Aliens are our allies. We will trust in them. As far as combat is concerned I can guarantee the veracity of the Council's claims of their abilities."

 

"Of course Spectre." The Turian saluted Deidrus before relaxing again.

 

Making a 'hmph' noise he left the Quartermaster and made his way to the lockers to pull off his helmet and weapons. He wasn't going to get out of all if it just yet, there was some comfort in armor in his mind. Long-term effects from his past he assumed.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Naleena waved to Drop, and hit the floor button on the elevator. She wanted to see what Matriarch Lana’s did with her quarters, and change out of her combat leathers into something more comfortable since the Turians keep it very warm (31 degrees C) on the ship. This is due to their evolving on the warm world of Palaven where that is the average temperature. The workers had just finished, and Naleena entered her cabin.

 

One of the workers approached Naleena. “How can you stand it in this hell hole?”

 

Naleena pointed to the thermostat on the wall. She smiled when she saw the sculpture. “However, you installed the ceiling fans like I asked. I’d rather not walk out into a blast furnace. As always, Matriarch Lara’s does excellent work. The draperies are exquisite. Is that an original Forta or a copy?” She walked up to it and lifted the two foot tall sculpture and checked the bottom.

 

“It’s an original. Here’s the bill of sale.”

 

“It most certainly is.” Naleena swallowed since it was a bit more than she had wanted to spend at the moment. Not that it was going to be a problem or anything. “I was just testing Septimus. Most Asari would have gotten a copy. He’s definitely a Turian. Strictly by the book. Well this is a treasure that I’ll have to take extra care of. I’ll need a case for it now. Would you be so kind as to have one delivered?”

 

“Absolutely, Lady Sonira. By the way, we took the liberty of checking the laundry facilities. You should hand wash your sheets. The Turians irradiate theirs. Also you should do the same with your clothing.”

 

“The Captain better make frequent stops for us to have our laundry and cleaning done professionally, because that is unacceptable,” Naleena said, “Anyway, that’s not your concern. Thank you for your work.”

 

The workers left. Naleena changed into a lightweight tunic, turned on the ceiling fans, poured a drink, pulled a human legal thriller off her bookshelf, sat on her new leather couch, and lit a cigarette. 

[Terca]

"Eteon." Deidrus greeted the younger Turian without turning to her as he arrived on the CIC deck. He always knew when she was around, somehow. It was amazing how the people you don't trust are often the people you are most in tune with. "Your work with Silver was a success obviously though I would not mind being somewhat informed of the actual circumstances that have brought the pirate onto the ship."

 

Eteon, for her part, remained cool despite the apparent belittling of her by the superior officer. The two of them never truly saw eye-to-eye, though neither spoke of why that was. She simply stood at attention and did as she was asked. "'Silver', as she would like to be called in documentation, has agreed to assist in our objective for an 'advisor's fee' of some sort. It would appear that the Medusa and her crew have some vested interest in the wellbeing of colonies in the Terminus... To that end they are willing to assist us if the colonies can be saved or at least protected from further abductions."

 

The spectre nodded to this. 'Pirates', or Privateers as some might call them for their usual activities, were common sights around the Terminus worlds that wanted to be beyond the control of their respective governments Galactically. Everyone needs basic resources and not all of it can be received from a planet itself, namely eezo, weapons, livestock. He would wait until he met Babylon before making any further assumptions though, character would define most for him, or at least whether or not she put any weight on her name as Babylon.

[Redbelle]

Jess disembarked from the elevator at something close to a run, sliding by a couple of Turians who were waiting to get. “S'cuse me”! She said as she slid by before heading straight to her's and Anika's quarters. True to her word, Anika stood outside, still decked out in her destroyer armour. With all the excitement neither had found the time to get out of ti since flying the MIP's to the Audron. A fact that was about to come in handy.

 

Jess grabbed her helmet out of Anika's hands and jammed it on. “Where did you hit the line”?

 

“Starboard side”.

 

Jess looked along the starboard wall and saw an inspection hatch. Running her finger's along the underside of the seam she gripped it and gave it a solid yank. It came away and she saw gauges and valves. One was painted blue and the gauge on it showed a the pressure as near as zero. There was a cut off just in front and Jess reached out and twisted the handle. The guard shot up as the flow stopped and held steady as Jess turned back to, and strode forward towards the door. The room had entered a safety lockdown, which Jess overrode and together, they both entered the quarters.

 

Ice crystals crunched under their feet as they entered. Looking around Jess saw the last wisps of coolant being sucked out of the room as she reached for her suits temperature readout and saw the room was in the minuses.

 

Anika sighed. “Well....... at least we won't be complaining about the heat for awhile”.

 

Jess resisted the urge to shoot Anika an annoyed look. Her helmet would only hide the gesture. Instead she crunched over to where a section of bulkhead had been removed, where the pierced pipe was and looked at the damage.

 

“Grab a patch kit and a welding rig. I'll fix this up”.

[Redbelle]

Anika returned with the equipment. From where Jess could only guess but she wasn't in the mood to ask her. Not after she had turned their room into winter wonderland. She'd had to adjust their quarter's temperature controls in order to keep the frozen water particles solid so she could dispose of them, rather than have it thaw all at once. Then they'd have a paddling pool themed set of quarters and wouldn't that take some explaining to the XO.

 

Fortunately Anika hadn't pulled much out of the shipping crates and had escaped being flash frozen. Anika herself had stayed in her armour, like Jess, and the initial escape of coolant had been absorbed by her armour giving her time to dive out of the way. Otherwise she'd have come back to find a frozen Annsicle.

 

Finally, the hole was sealed and welded shut. Jess nodded to Annika who went outside and reopened the valve. Standing off to one side Jess watched and saw her repair holding. Then she bent down and scraped some of the flash frozen 'snow' off the decking and packed it into a hard ball in her hands.

 

The doors opened and Jess spun around and let fly with the snowball. “Think fast”! She called out at the figure in the door as the ball left her hand.

[Kel Riever]

To:  Operative Iyana

 

From:  Operative Morgan

 

The pick up did not go as planned.  Wuldar is dead.  Blue Suns mercs were trying to obtain the data but failed.  I had to interfere.  Information does not seem to be compromised with the mercs, as the data has been removed by a quarian named Arrin, who is still on Omega though he is attempting to leave.

 

I know the drill and will obtain the information, despite the circumstances.  Confidence is high.  There is no need for further assistance. 

 

Morgan had been waiting an hour since he sent the message.  He waited for a reply at Torgier’s terminal, which was in the storage room but had been hidden from sight.  The salarian had left Morgan alone, as requested, and gone to the front to handle some legitimate business.  In the meantime, Morgan slowly sipped at a cheap drink Torgier had offered him.  The chances were that it was more brake cleaner than liquor.

 

Crossing the Shadow Broker was a bad idea for anyone.  The Blue Suns were powerful, but they weren’t omniscient.  Whoever was hiring them might have made the right purchase from an arsenal perspective, but not from a resource point of view.  The loss of information was a problem of the highest order to the Broker, and all Morgan could hope for now is that he’d be given the clearance to handle it on his own, and that the pick up wouldn’t be looked at as his failure.  He needed to be in the clear with the Broker, for more than his own sake.  Morgan hoped the message's last line put the issue to rest, at least for the immediate future.

 

Com buoys could deliver messages across the galaxy at high speed, when there wasn’t an issue of bandwidth.  And lately, there had been none.  The last time communications were delayed on a mass scale was during the Geth attack on the Citadel.  In the years since then, there hadn’t been much interruption of traffic.  It all meant that the delay in receiving a reply came from the other end, where Morgan’s contact was thinking things over.

 

The more time that went on, the less favorable outcomes would be for Morgan.

 

A few minutes later, the indicator for a message reply lit up, causing Morgan to breathe a little more easily.  He finished the rest of his awful drink and put the dirty glass on a nearby crate.  Morgan popped open the message and read:

 

To:  Operative Morgan

 

From:  Operative Iyana

 

Thank you for the update Morgan, you’re a good man.  I have faith in you, and if it was up to me, I’d let you go on.  But the higher ups are concerned about this, so expect to see me soon.  Please don’t take it personally, Morgan.  Just consider it insurance.

 

“Son of a…,” Morgan started to mutter, before he shut himself up in tense silence.  The situation was getting bad.  And of all the people that could have been sent, Iyana was the worst.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

The ruckus outsider her quarters disturbed her, and Naleena finished her cigarette, set down her book, and left her cabin to investigate. The Asari glided across the wardroom to the port side of the ship to the XO's former quarters. Two humans in destroyer armor seemed to be scrambling to make a repair. Naleena leaned against the wall with her shoulder, and smirked. It was obvious to her that who ever it was inside the armor had managed to pull a fast one Androkan's XO, and for that the person was to be congratulated. It was also obvious that they'd botched something and were scrambling to fix it, and for that they neede to be given a bit of a hard time.

 

She heard a voice that was definitely female shout from the quarters. 

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Jess winced as she saw the snowball sail over Anika, who ducked and sailed towards........

 

Holy blueberry muffin. Jess thought at the same time as the snowball homed in on the new arrival......

 

...... and struck a barrier that appeared out of nowhere. The snowball slid to the ground and the barrier disappeared, leaving the Asari standing there with a smirk on her lips.

 

Anika's going to have a field day. Jess thought as she reached up and released the seals on her helmet. The coolant problem was taken care of bu the cold air hitting the warm fro outside the cabin was creating a cloud of steam as she strode outside and tugged the helmet off.

 

Naleena waited with patience for the two to gather themselves. "Having a bad day, Ms...."

 

"Jess Luv." She said, reaching up to ruffle her hair. It always seemed to stick to her scalp after time in the helmet. "Jess Stone. Pleased to meet you. And this amazon of lustfullness is Anika."

 

Anika, who had released her own seals in the exchange, pulled off her helmet as she stood to her full seven feet. Her long blode hair tumbling down as she pulled the pin from the back. She looked at the Asari in front of her with a noticable blush. "Um,....... Hi." She stuttered.

 

Jess rolled her eyes, but couldn't quite keep back the tugging of the orner of her lip. Back on track girl.

 

"You must be one of the hired for colony job. Am I right?"

 

Naleena stood and walked toward Jess, and peered into Jess' new quarters. "I know the Turians keep it stifling hot, but snow seems to be a little bit overboard, don't you think?" Then she turned toward Jess. "Normally I'd introduce myself with an alias, but the Captain is going to introduce me as Naleena T'sarius, so I'll dispense with the charade. To answer your question, yes, I'm here for the colony job."

 

She stood casually in front of both of them, and extended her hand as was the human custom. "So. Jess Stone. Really? Or are we talking about Jess Silverstone? You have quite a reputation. Pleased to make your acquaintance. And yours Anika." 

 

Anika's flushed even more as her fell to the ground. Managing to mumble something that sounded like a thank you as Jess slapped her own hand into Naleena's and pumped it firmly. "Just Stone. Luv..... sometimes Silver. But seeing as I'm usually running around the galaxy in a ship called the Medusa, I'm Stone, through and through." Her eye's slid over to Anika who saw her expression.

 

"I should..... do..... something.......inside."

 

"Long as it dosen't involve more pipes luv."

 

Anika made an aborted farewell before practically diving back into the quarters and the door slid shut. Jess sighed. "Sorry about her luv. She's got a thing about Asari. Funny. She's been with me a year. She had a sheltered life before that, so life in the galaxy is a bit exotic to her."

 

Disengaging her hand she stowed her helmet on her belt. "And yeah......Sorry about the snowfall. Had a bit of a problem hooking the cooker units into the power grid. Apparently the poor girl still has trouble figuring armoured conduit for piping. I'd have the coffee on otherwise." She rolled back on her heels as she looked over Naleena's shoulder. "So I guess we're neighbours? I hope they didn't put you in one of those cubicles they call crew quarters."

 

"And I'd imagine she's cooling off a bit right now. She seemed to be having a case of the vapors a moment ago," Naleena remarked, "No problem with the snowfall. It was all in good fun. I must congratulate you on whatever you did to evict the XO from his quarters. A Turian nonetheless. You must have really fast talked him."

 

"Get past the XO's military mindset and he seems to be interested in two things. Doing his job well. And doing his job well enough to get promoted. Seems like shipping with a Spectre he think's it's a fast track"

 

"Anyway, curiosity brought me here, but that's not why I'm here now. My quarters are the Starboard Observation Deck. I insisted on quarters that had a view of the stars for my meditation. May I cordially invite you for a drink later, once you're unpacked? And you may bring your partner if you wish."

 

"A drink you say?" Jess's eye's lit up. "Well now. And here I was worrying this was a dry ship. I'd love to come around luv. Drinking alone get's old". Taking a step back she put a hand over the door opening mechanism. "By the way..... you were on the excursion team earlier? How'd it go down there?"

 

Naleena smiled at Jess. "Well, the ship might be dry for the Turian crew, but hardly for us. I've got several beverages, hallex, and whatever I could get on Illium. You mentioned you have a cooker? I did bring some food supplies because I do not plan to survive on nutrient paste. I hope we get along," Naleena looked down with a bit of sadness. "Sorry if I seem a bit forward. I can use the company." She sighed. "Anyway, the job. It went fine. I did my disappearing act and infiltrated the building. By the time I got to my quarry, another assassin had taken care of the job. He's on board. Calls himself 'Drop,' although I'm certain that's just a code name. No matter we'll find out his real one soon enough. Androkan has not shown himself to be discreet with identities.

 

"And don't underestimate the flabby doctor in combat either. She can handle herself. I saw her from my shuttle take out the rest of the Batarian's force by herself. To think that Androkan thought she was a weak link. She's a former commando."

[Redbelle]

Jess saw the look of grief flicker past before the Asari covered it. It only took an instant though to recognise the look. She had seen it in the mirror the day she had lost her own captain.

 

Anika's fascination with Asari aside, Jess had a feeling she'd be spending much time with Naleena regardless. "I might need to drop by and look up the doc then. As for later. Let me get the room straightened out, grab a shower and I'll be over". She thumbed the coller of her armour. "I've been in this gear to long". Activating the door panel the door slid open and a frosty chill slid out. Jess sighed. "It may take awhile. Snowing on a ship isn't exactly something they cater towards when it's time for cleanup".

 

With that Jess turned around and strode back into the cabin. "Anika"! She called out. "Find something we can use as a shovel. Then get shoveling"!

 

The doors slid shut.

[ParkBom]

Waving with a smile to the human as well as the VI, the latter being a being the doctor wished to take apart and analyze, it took the Asari a second to realize how odd a human's placement on a Turian military ship was. Not to mention, how he was accompanied by the mech, COLE. It clicked to her, just as the doors to the elevator were closing, that this human must be the specialist. Now was a good time to get to know his medical history, before they encountered any more combat. Perhaps he would allow her to study his machine companion as well.

 

"Come!" she mouthed to the man, hand movements attempting to draw him close. In the meantime, the doctor placed her foot in the door, protected by a thick barrier in order to keep the doors open for the human. Medical checkups were standard so hopefully, he would understand and comply easily. If not, there were definitely more subtle methods to extract information. Much more painful, of course. Drawing blood from a sleeping patient almost never worked out right, biotic fields usually forced in place to restrain the surprised, sleeping victim. 

 

As these less-than-kosher thoughts swam through her mind, Elara gave the man a bright smile, a stark contrast to the grey, standardized stoicism associated with the Turian Hierarchy and their military. 

[Terca]

Eteon had left Deidrus when she had filled the Spectre in on the various happening of the ship and her short time with Jessica Silver. She was swiftly pulled over by a member of engineering who had a dry comment to make about humans liking it much colder than a Turian ship normally operates. She didn't quite get his meaning and waved him off thinking he was just being an ass. That was until he said that a coolant leak was going a bit far, to which she paused and thought to herself that it couldn't be Silver. What pirate nearly destroys vital equipment? She would be unable to run a ship like that.

 

But before she could ask, she was told that it was in the XOs chambers, the ones that the Pirate had commandeered. She ran her fingertip along the ridge of a flange before letting out a long sigh and sliding into a maintenance shaft and sliding down to the floor the XOs cabin was on. She tried to think of something to say, something like 'you didn't mention a coolant leak when you ran off', but was coming up short.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

A rapid delivery vehicle arrived at the Audron with a package addressed to Lady Sonira, Starboard Observation Deck. It was from Matriarch Lara's, and the delivery person handed the delivery slip to Quartermaster Septimus. Lady Sonira? He thought and sighed and cast a glance at the case of brandy behind him that he had hidden under a storage blanket. The Captain is going to kill me if he sees that. 

 

He directed her to the elevator. Lara's employee delivered the package to Naleena and mounted the Forta sculpture inside it. The case had lights to show off the work of art at the proper angles designated by the artist. It was sublime.

[siphernin]

Kanae looked from the asari to COLE.  He was only greeted by a few measured geth-like clicks.  A wordless conversation that transpired between them in seconds ending with them stepping through the door.  Running his fingers through his hair, Kanae kept a relaxed motif about him while drumming his fingers against his sidearm.  COLE took up place beside Kanae, studying the doctor.  Previous recorded input of her battle assessment and the recorded injury from Kanae's bioscanner had the VI put itself into standby mode.  

 

"Thanks for holdin' the door, cher," Kanae finally said.  "I'm goin' to whatever floor's got the med-wing."

[Redbelle]

After using one of the lids of the packing boxes to shovel the ice into a packaging container and sealing it shut, Jess wasted no time in turning the heating back on.

 

She soon wished she hadn't.

 

What Turians regarded as comfortable working conditions, was to Jess and Anika, a hot summer's day.

 

The armour had come off first. Then most of the rest of their clothes,  till they were working in a pair of sweats that Jes had let Anika borrow. Anika was hard at work assembling a corner couch, and was busy reading the instructions. Jess meanwhile, after correctly identifying the right power distribtion node, was busy wiring in a branch circuit before adding a circuit breaker. Bad enough they had broken a coolant system. The only bright spot about that was that they had been at dock with the power systems drawing off the dock generators. As such, the ships own power generators would have been producing only the minimum needed power which meant low coolant needs.

 

Jess took the tool out of her mouth and used it to trap the wires in place before sealing the junction box. Tucking it into the open bulkhead and fixing it in place, she reached over and hit the power switch. The cooker, the fridge, the wall sockets, everything came on as circuit testers bleeped in happy unison. Pulling the testers out she turned, leaning back with her hands on the counter. Anika was finishing up and was standing. The sweat on her making her body glisten under the lights.

 

"You look good enough to eat". Jess growled.

 

Anika looked over her shoulder at her captain and took in Jess's own appearence. "I'll look better after a shower". She said. Then she paused. "Captain...... is it true Turian's irradiate their laundry".

 

Jess shrugged. "Can't say that I've ever thought about it".

 

"So, syaing they do...... they don't use water".

 

Jess looked up at the ceiling. "Can't say I'm liking where this is going". She mummered.

 

"Captain...... do Turian's have showers"?

 

"You better hope so luv. We've been invited to see Naleena later".

 

"Really"?

 

Jess saw the gleam in Anika's eye's. "Oh no luv..... don't you go there. I swear, this fixation you have with Asari....... It was embaressing before".

 

Anika huffed. "Like you weren't thinking how good she looked".

 

Jess took a few steps up to her and took her hands. "Look luv. I saw something in her eye's. That ladies had a loss. I'm not saying don't feel anything yourself. Just think about her feelings. Get to know her before you make a pass". Jess hesitated. "Seriously thugh luv...... why are you so hot for them girls"?

 

Anika tried to release her grip from Jess's but found Jess had her firmly in her grasp. "Fine......When I said I never knew aliens before you took me away...... I may have exagerated. I knew one alien".

 

"An Asari"?

 

"An Asari huntress". Anika gave a thin lipped smile. "I didn't learn how to be a bodyguard from a self help book. The people who developed me? They wanted the best".

 

"Developed? You mean that Lawson organisation".

 

Anika's smile vanished and with a sharp tug, tore her hands from Jess's grip. "I left that behind captain. You took me from there. Don't take me back".

 

"Not even for your Asari friend"?

 

Anika turned and changed the subject. "So, you think they have showers onboard"?

 

"If they don't I'll just have to strip you off and sponge you down myself". Jess kicked the ice container. "Just need to wait for that to melt".

 

"It's an insulated container Captain".

 

Jess sighed. "Always with the details luv".

[Gabi_MuadDiB]

Arrin heard the Krogan speach and looked at him 'He would give me his spaceship to run away!... Wow I think thats the first  person I meet in Omega that isn't a jerk... For the ancestors... I could get back to the fleet and be a hero!' as good as it sounded in his mind he knew that wasn't the right things to do, his parents had set high moral standards on him, even though is Omega experience had made him forgot some of them 'He just saved your life men, and is even willing to give you his spaceship to flee... keelah se'lai... You have to stick with him, doesn't matter how dangerous it is... anyway, I feel like he could really need my help' He decided to stick around didn't matter what may come.

 

"Look Vayne, you are like the nicest Krogan I ever meet... sure I hadn't meet much of your kind before...hehehe... And thanks, but no thanks... i'm staying to help you, anyway... I think I can be of help, specially against the Blue Suns! and well this Collectors thing.... I though they just where a Myth! I would really love to learn about them" he knew his engenierieng skills could be of use agains all the tech the Mercs had... "Ok, leet me put this clear... I'm not the best at fights and I don't have actual combat experience, but I can break havoc in the enemie as support, set some distraction and traps you know, and has a matter of fact I can aim better than you think" In his childhood his training with his dad was really fun for him, he could shoot has good as any Quarian Marine, he used to do it every time his dad had free time, so he could actually put the shot where he wanted, and he could do it now for real 'For the Ancestors, I never though I could get in real combat'

 

"Then let's get moving" Vayne said while Arrin pick up the remaining things really fast and started to leave the appartment "All right Quarian! Let's go check this Hangar before is to late!" they ran down stairs, again not noticed by the Batarian... While running Arrin feelt his hearth pumping so hard that he though it would blew... 'Allright then... let's see if I can be a real hero for once' He was smiling despite of knewing he was in real danger now...

[Terca]

A few Turians standing not too far from the door to the XOs room and looking at each other made way for Eteon when she pushed by them. There was still a somewhat distinct chill in the hall compared to the normal heat of the ship and it caused her to click her mandibles in slight exasperation. She could have at least hoped that it had all been an elaborate and completely out-of-character joke being made all the way up until actual proof of the action was right in front of her and chilling her neck.

 

She paused in front of the XOs door and thought about knocking (a habit more than anything) before deciding that Jess had been effectively made her not-pet-but-with-all-the-responsibility and had a right to actually go inside without announcement after something like this. She was activating the door code as she heard a comment about Turian ships not having showers. Her brow knitted and she decided that they could go with a little bit of teasing since they had screwed up.

 

She strolled into the room once the door opened and despite the fact the head was turned on there was still a surprising difference in temperature to her. She glanced between the two barely-clad women. "I had not realized that Humans enjoy their sub-zero temperatures while wearing some casual wear." She stated dryly, looking between the two of them.

****

Deidrus stood on the command deck and waved his hand as the galaxy map rotated to bring the section of the Terminus that contained Omega closest to him. His eyes rested on Sahrabarik and a generated image of the Omega station traveling along its predicted path. There was a tactical overlay which was being superimposed and he was ignoring. A wave of the hand and the image zoomed out and with a motion with his hands and a trajectory was set that took them from the Illium side of the Galaxy through to the station.

 

"Pilot, take us through to Omega." the Spectre said barely above his normal speaking tone. "We've spent enough time in Tasale, Vertical Jump into Naxell's atmosphere to perform a critical discharge before jumping through the Relay." There was a somewhat surprised sound from someone in the room.

 

"We the coolant line that means we are going to heat up quite a bit from that jump..." The woman began, implying the obvious issue with them all burning in a discharge without the coolant. "It would be a respectfully suicidal choice."

 

"Oh she hasn't heard of the Fadrun dissemination system." The Pilot chuckled as he brought up a display which had a set of measurements on capacitance. "To slip into Naxell's mining corporations and out requires a significant stealth system or a rather large electromagnetic pulse." The Pilot turned in her seat and smiled a toothy grin as her mandibles rose. "There is some tactical advantage to a VTOL."