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[Kel Riever]

As Kurik moved through the crowd, there were a couple of indirect comments, most of which had a derogatory tone but couldn't be fully heard over the music.  A few came through, such as, "Look, the police state just showed up," and, "Tell the Spectre to get lost."  They were fleeting, though, expected shouts by the bold and likely drunk, the kind of thing that would make a person wonder if they were really at a punk concert if they didn't happen.

Arcadia wished that she'd shown up in her military fatigues and shirt, rather than her armor, but it was too late for that now.  She exited and followed Kurik, a step behind him.  On the way to the hall, they were about to pass the cleared zone around where the jet bike had gone up in flames.  Its tiny core was protected, and its tail fin still intact, but the rest was slag, still being hosed down by two fire team members.  White steam escaped upwards. Most of the crowd still looking at it were simply entertaining themselves with the visual display, enjoying the symbol of mayhem that remained. 

One of the people standing around was more noticeable than the others, likely because when Kurik cast a glance her way, she didn't avert her eyes after a few seconds of defiance.  The turian woman of maybe twenty was decked out in something that looked like a ripped up Hierarchy uniform, dyed black, and with several fake emblems attached in all the wrong places. 

"Watch out, someone thinks it's still the Relay 314 Incident.  Quick, soldier, you better shoot the human sneaking up behind you."  The turian woman more teased Kurik than said anything in anger.  She looked like she found some humor in a group of armored people showing up with guns to a punk concert, and she didn't look very frightened, despite appearing to be alone in the crowd. 

[Cknarf]

Kurik wasn’t fazed by the barely coherent insults and comments that were directed towards him. A bunch of drunks simply weren’t worth his time. Something about the turian on the other hand, irked him just enough to say something. Although not a military man himself, seeing the colors that his own father had once proudly worn at Shanxi desecrated in such a way was unacceptable.

 

“Your attire is extremely disrespectful.”  He said with a stern, yet unconfrontational tone. “You should be ashamed.”

[TheMajonese]

The twins wandered around aimlessly trying to get an overview of the situation in front of the concert hall. It was probably impossible to find the asari biker among the crowd, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack so they didn't even try searching for her.

 

"I have no idea what I'm looking for", Naomi admitted after a while. "I'm not good at this."

 

"At what?", Chris asked and crossed his arms.

 

"Gathering information and stuff...how exactly are we supposed to find the asari in here?"

 

With a grin Chris gave his sister a dig with his elbow. "You wanted to look for that biker in the first place!" Then he let out a sigh. "You say you suck at this? Makes two of us. I have no clue what to do either." 

 

For a few moments the twins just stood apart from the crowd being deep in thoughts while trying to figure out how to proceed now. Chris looked out for the others of his team if they were more succesful and spotted Kurik who had just walked into the crowd. It would be hard to get through the crowd and into the concert hall and Chris doubted that the people here were very cooperative. At least the ones who came here for the event. "Maybe we could ask...", he began but Naomi interrupted him.

 

"I want to get inside." She noted her brother's disbelieving look at her. "I want to get inside the hall!"

 

Chris shook his head. "How are you going to do this? It's obviously sold out, noone is getting in!"

 

"It's better than just standing here without doing anything useful", Naomi gave back angrily. "Come with me!" She went back to the skycars and with another sigh Chris followed her. "I have no idea how to get in but I'll figure something out", Naomi said while unholstering her weapons and throwing them onto the back seats of the skycar.

 

"You're going without your weapons?", Chris asked with a smirk.

 

Naomi walked around the skycar so she couldn't be seen by the majority of the crowd. "Not just without weapons", she said while getting out of her armor before throwing it into the skycar as well. "I think it's better to..."

 

"Hey girl, are you going to take off that top as well?", someone shouted and the twins turned around to see three men standing on the other side of the landing deck, all three of them staring at Naomi with a broad grin and an expectant look on their faces. In reply she just raised her arm giving them the middle finger before turning back to Chris.

 

"They should be glad I just got rid off my guns!", Naomi said with a snarl. "How do I look?"

 

"Good", her brother scoffed. The way she stood in front of him with her white tank top, dyed hairs and the weird glint in her eyes she almost looked like one of the punk music fans. The only piece of armor she still had on her were the white boots. "Maybe your clothes are a bit bright compared to the others...and you still have your dog tag around your neck."

 

"Oh ****...forgot about it..." Naomi took it off and handed it over to Chris.

 

"Naomi, this is not going to work...", he said with a sigh.

 

"You know that you can't change my mind now. Besides...this sounds like you want to bet!"

 

Rolling his eyes Chris let out an annoyed "Pff!" that caused Naomi to laugh. "Fine!", he said resigning. There was no point trying to talk some sense into Naomi. "Try your luck but you won't get in! It's sold out."

 

"We'll see..."

 

With a smile at her brother Naomi moved through the crowd while Chris stayed at the skycars. It didn't take long until he couldn't see his sister between the people any longer. While looking around he spotted the fire team next to the wreck of the bike and walked over to them. "Looks quite bad, doesn't it?", he approached one of them. "What happened with that bike?"

 

 

 

In the meantime Naomi made her way through the crowd next to the entrance to the concert hall. She felt quite uncomfortable being alone among all these people as she felt a bit out of place but nobody seemed to bother her.

[Cainhurst Crow]

"My guess? Destroyed evidence. Nothing like a melted plate and VIN to throw people off a trail." Menos said with a huff as he looked around the crowd, noting how most of them seemed not to pleased to actually stop the group, only to shout at a distance towards them.

 

'Good. Let's hope it stays that way.' He thought as he turned his attention towards Arcadia, "So what do we do now, Boss?" Menos asked her as he looked around in the vain hope of seeing an asari with biker attire, knowing it was probably futile, "We can't question every asari here. And unless the bikers a few decades short of the maiden stage, I doubt she's gonna send any sort of signal for us to find her."

[Kel Riever]

The turian woman by Kurik  looked down at herself, as if she possibly didn't know what he was talking about.  She picked at her shirt with her talon, extending it before letting it drop again.  Folding her arms she said, "I see someone is all about the rules.  How about you tell me why some bullies with badges walk around out of uniform?  What's the matter, scared someone will find out who you really are?"

When Chris came up the fire team, one glanced at him as if he were making yet another inquiry of morbid curiosity, like so many in the crowd had before him.  The man looked at him, shook his head, and focused back on hosing down the bike.  The other team member, a volus, was more laid back, as if all the questions were just part of his job, too.

"Bad as it gets without the core going <HISS> Earth Clan.  Though that was never a risk here.  Some <HISS> rider came in, landed, and torched the thing on purpose is all we can get.  Plenty of people saw, <HISS> good luck getting someone to talk to a uniform.  C-Sec was here and already gave up.  <HISS>"

For Naomi, once she was away from the team she'd shown up with, nobody seemed to notice anything unusual about her.  She though she was wrong for a moment when she heard a quick, 'Hey!' shouted from the crowd.  It was a human girl, maybe sixteen, dressed in a black T-shirt, dress and tall boots, with green and pink haphazardly sprayed all over her clothes.

"Think fast," the girl said, tossing one of two small cans she was holding in her hands towards Naomi. 

Naomi caught the can and saw it was a can of the green spray the girl had put on her own clothes.  The girl winked, and disappeared off into the crowd.

The main entrance was pretty locked down by the concert hall security.  Eight double doors had a total of sixteen yellow jacketed guards standing outside, and as many people that were pressed up near them, none pushed further, nor did it seem they wanted to.  The only people coming through the doors were the very few who were leaving.  Naomi spotted more activity around the corner from the building, where people were pressed right up to the edge of the building.  Her eyes quickly spotted a side entrance, where three security large security guards were having it out with a group that looked like they were together.  The group seemed to want to foolishly try to talk their way into having the guards let them in, while the immediately surrounding crowd laughed and cheered the group on. 
Someone from inside the building opened the door briefly and tossed some sort of drink on the ground outside, before going back in.  That only encouraged the group who pressed up against the security guards with more vigor and more shouts from the crowd went up.

Naomi saw that the three guards had their attention focused on the group, and the side door had not completely closed, as if something blocked it from shutting completely.  It was as good an opportunity as she was going to get to slip inside.

Arcadia was listening into the conversation Kurik was having with the turian woman.  "We get someone to talk," she answered Menos, "In whatever way we can.  People saw the rider, if she was making a scene, and paid attention to her, at least for a little while.  We could be confrontational, or, we could try a more diplomatic route."
 

[Cainhurst Crow]

"If we try the hard route, our faces will be blasted on the extranet by the hour. Nothing grabs attentions more then "Cops Bullying Civies", no matter how much lies it takes to sell that message." Menos told her, knowing full well what trying to coerce an answer out of a crowd like this would do. They were young, they hated authority, and most of them probably had some sort of camera function in their omnitools, just hoping something to happen so they could snap a pic and post it online.

 

"We could try and convince someone that the stakes are high, maybe exaggerate the scale of the threat." He said as he thought of ways to try and get the info out, "Or we could try bribery. Though I really don't know if any info we get with briberys gonna be worth it, and won't be a bunch of lies to get some creds." He said, feeling like they were between a rock and a hard place.

 

"I do know though, that if that turian doesn't stop pushing early bird there, we're probably gonna end up taking the hard way, whether we want to or not." He said, seeing from here that this was a problem waiting to explode.

[TheMajonese]

With a nod to the volus Chris turned around to look for the rest of his team and spotted Kurik approaching a female turian. He also saw Arcadia and Menos close to the turian so Chris caught up with them. "Our asari set her bike on fire by herself right after she landed", he told them what the volus had said. "Obviously to make sure there's no evidence left." With a look over at Kurik he asked: "Who is that women Kurik is talking to?"

 

 

 

Naomi tried to find the girl who had given her the spray can but couldn't find her in the crowd. Puzzled she stared at the can, not sure what she was supposed to do with it. For a second she thought of just dropping it before she put it into the pocket of her trousers. 

 

Moving closer to the doors of the side entrance Naomi pretended to cheer on the group who tried to get past the security guards. Nobody seemed to pay attention to the side door. It's now or never!, she thought with a smirk before heading to the entrance. She moved close to the wall trying to stay outside the guards' field of view. She needed only a second to open the door just wide enough for her and slip into the hall.

 

After getting inside Naomi immediately tried to create some distance to the doors in case the guards had noticed her move. She could hear a few people who had seen her shouting at her and asking how she got in but Naomi just moved further through the crowd into the concert hall. When she was sure that noone was about to bother her Naomi grinned. She couldn't wait to see her brother's face.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Darya walked over and handed Cadi her Wraith. "Hold this."

 

"Where are you going?" Cadi asked.

 

"Inside."

 

"Like that?"

 

"Yes." she replied and took off the top of her armor and stripped down to a tank top and black BDUs. Her backup weapon was in a holster under her pant leg. "Watch that, too."

 

Darya had seen a manhole cover in the parking lot. She knew there had to be utility access to the concert hall, and she was going to get in that way. "Someone give me a hand with this. Chris?"

[TheMajonese]

"Sure", Chris said and glanced over at the parking lot. "So you want to go in through the manhole? Well, that's a better plan than the one Naomi had, she is probably still somewhere in front of the entrance trying to get in."

[Cknarf]

“I am afraid you are mistaken. I am in no way affiliated with Citadel Security.” His hand moved carefully to his side, eventually coming to rest upon the grip of his handgun. “Although, I suppose I understand how my appearance might lead one to believe otherwise...”

 

Kurik got the feeling that she might know a little something, but thanks to his pathetically underdeveloped social skills, he wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed. The fact that he began their interaction with a politer version of ‘disrespectful ass b*tch’ probably didn’t help either.

 

Since asking direct questions, as was his way, was not a viable option in this situation,  he had no choice but to attempt conversation. He started by trying to smooth things over.

 

“My previous remarks regarding your appearance were uncalled for.” Kurik winced slightly, as he forced the lie out of his mouth. “I had planned on meeting someone here, and…” He glanced at the smoldering jetbike. “Well… their absence has put me in a mild state of… emotional distress.” He turned his attention back to the woman in front of him, and bowed his head slightly “Please, accept my apologies.”

[Cainhurst Crow]

"HEY there Early Bird! Whose your friend here?" Menos said as he came up from behind kurik, putting a hand on his shoulder as his other hand came to the hand he'd placed on his gun, prying it away as discretely as he could. He was nervous, and it showed when he raised his voice loud enough for kurik to hear.

"Didn't peg you for being such a ladies man." He said as he looked to the female turian and smirked, trying ti difuse the situation as he gave a polite bow to her, "Sorry about early bird there, he was raised in a cave by drying paint." He said with a roll of his eyes, "Menos Hishau, and you might be?" He asked, hoping to find out if she might know anything.

[Kel Riever]

The turian woman seemed taken by surprise at the apology.  She was distracted by Menos and used the opportunity to get her thoughts straight about the people in front of her.  "I'm Valerya.  No apologies needed...if you aren't lying to me."  Valerya sized up Kurik, perhaps trying to read if he was making some sort of attempt to pull one over on her.  Satisfied at some level that Kurik was telling the truth, and Menos was friendly enough, she went on.  "Nobody's making fun of soldiers here.  Only the a*sh*les that get them killed, okay?"

Not really waiting for an answer, Valerya relaxed just a bit.  "Spirits, nobody here's packing like you are anyway.  What's going on with the ordinance?"  Another rhetorical question on her part, it seemed she was trying to get herself more comfortable with two people she thought were going to start a fight with her and now were being friendly.  "You people have to relax.  It's a Seirenes concert.  You should be getting high, listening to the music, and enjoying yourselves.  That includes when someone close to the band makes a good show out of burning her jetbike.  All this C-Sec complaining and none of them lost their ride home tonight."

Valerya moved a bit closer, so others around her weren't able to exactly here what she was saying.  She leaned in slightly towards Kurik and Menos.  "You stick out, and honestly, you look a little creepy with your armor and your guns.  Do you need some sort of help? Because you kind of look like you could use it."

[Kel Riever]

Naomi entered a concert at full throttle, roaring, raving, and out of control.

The crowd inside, packed well beyond seating limits, was universally on its feet, jumping, raising fists, and screaming. That noise alone would have drowned everything out, but the music was louder. The music overwhelmed. It came from a battery of speakers, on the stage and hung on racks from the ceiling, positioned to assault the listener. And yet it was perfected to maintain its quality, to not destroy the audience with its incredible volume, but to bring it along, led by ear, skull and spine. The beat thumped right through a ribcage to land dead center, as if it offered a better biological timer than the simple beat of a person's heart. Maybe it wasn't for everyone, but a person wouldn't know that from being here, because everyone that Naomi could see was mad with elation.

There wasn't an eye on Naomi, and she was free to get by without notice, even if it took pushing through people. Nobody cared about the roughness, that was the only way anyone could get around. There were a few exceptions to those mesmerized by the music, such as the group of people working the sound and lighting board placed in the center of the lower 'seating' area. Even though the show was rather minimalistic in its effects, sticking with simple, colored directional lamps and one large viewscreen at the back of the stage, the sound and lighting crew looked like they were at war with their amount of activity. There was the security, too, in front of the stage, hurling back would be stage jumpers in droves. Naomi now understood the security outside was actually light because the security in here could barely deal with the concert. And then, of course, there was the band.

The lead singer was an asari, deep purple skin and a riot of white facial markings forming almost a mask around her eyes. She was covered from the neck down in a series of worn, black leather straps that reminded Naomi of mummies, though none fell loosely. The only exception to the straps were a pair of laced, high black boots that looked like they were meant for crushing anything underneath them. Of course, the black color of the outfit was broken by the colors sprayed haphazardly over it. Greens, Reds, blues, purples...abstract art had made a comeback. She was beautiful, but it was the fierceness of her expression which struck out further from her beauty. Dark, enticing, wild. At the same time powerful, someone you didn't mess with, turbulent and downright disobedient.

Backing up the lead singer was a human woman, seemingly cut of the same cloth, though she had much more of her pale body exposed, showing off a canvas of black ink tattoos. That black was matched with lipstick, heavy mascara, and pigtailed hair of the same color. She also played lead guitar, a sort of guitar was more correct to say, with a series of customized controls that allowed her to manipulate the sound as she saw fit. There was a man drumming and a turian playing some sort of standing synthesizer thing though it was impossible to distinguish exactly what in the sounds of the song was being generated by it. The crowd favorite, however, was the krogan on stage. At least for that moment. He was relatively short compared to any krogan Naomi had seen before, but he was mean looking, and he played an instrument that looked like a huge, long necked bass with seven thick strings.

"Kogo! Kogo! Kogo!" The crowd was chanting now, and the krogan stepped to the edge of the stage to start the next song.

None of what Naomi saw was necessarily helping with who she was looking for, but taking everything in finally had her attention be able to go where it wasn't being naturally drawn. Towards the side of the stage, there was a noticeable lack of yellow jacketed security, and another noticeable lack of anyone even thinking of heading up in that direction. Her eyes followed the steps up, to a wall screen that hid most of what was just off stage from view. But what she could see was a krogan, this one very much different in appearance, standing talking to an asari in a riding suit, sans helmet. Instantly, Naomi was reminded of the rider she saw, and while she couldn't place every line perfectly, even at this distance, she was almost certain. Getting closer was the only way to be absolutely sure, but that she'd have to deal with the krogan was of no doubt. He was over seven feet tall, broad shouldered even for his species, had a heavy set jaw and an uncharacteristically intelligent look about him.

Getting to the edge of the stage wasn't going to be a problem with a lot of pushing. What might happen with the krogan and the asari at the side stage entrance might be another matter entirely.

[Kel Riever]

What Ganar Juric knew about Tolema was that she was different.  Whatever emotions and needs that the band had were channeled through their music.  Tolema, while technically the art director for Seirenes, was something more.  Or she needed more.  Tolema was the kind of person who needed to be faced with danger to remind herself of the thrill of being alive.  That's what Aoide , the band's singer and co-owner was attracted to about Tolema, and they were as tight as could be for two people who cast aside certainty for living in the moment.  Tolema, though, wasn't satisfied to simply wait  through concerts, or anything for that matter, and so got herself 'involved' in affairs that often led to trouble.

It wasn't that Tolema was interested in mayhem for its own sake.  But she was interested in mayhem for the 'right' reason, a way to stick it back to those who deserved it.  She'd befriended, well more than befriended, some salarian diplomat's daughter for that reason.  Of course the girl was taken by Tolema, but she wasn't in her class.  Tolema had wanted something from her, and seemed to even be keen for including the salarian girl in her plans.  Maybe it was that Tolema liked the idea of turning the girl, so to speak.  Thought, maybe, it was even good for her.  But something hadn't worked out for tonight at least because Tolema had told Juric that the girl would be with her this evening, a chance to meet Aoide and the band in person.  The kind of invitation no self-respecting adolescent would ever turn down, even if it was just for the story of saying they met the band.  Not that Tolema was speaking about it.  It was apparent she had something on her mind that she was keeping to herself.

[TheMajonese]

Moving through the crowd was actually quite easy but the loud music and the light show gave Naomi a headache and made her feel slightly dizzy. She usually liked parties and also concerts but something about this one just felt awful. Maybe it was the music or maybe just the fact that Naomi was sure that she had spotted the asari that she was looking for. While moving over to the krogan and the asari biker Naomi thought of just knocking her out but then she scrapped that plan. Even though it was very likely, Naomi didn't know for sure whether that asari was the same as the one they were looking for. Besides there was this huge krogan who certainly wouldn't just stand there while Naomi was attacking the person he was talking to.

 

Instead she tried to move closer without causing any attention. The noises created by the crowd and the loud music made it impossible to understand what the asari and the krogan said without standing right next to them. Suddenly Naomi realized that the asari could recognize her but it was too late now to change anything about her appearence. Besides there was a chance that the asari didn't recognize Naomi without her armor.

 

Again she pretended to be part of the crowd while slowly moving closer to the asari. For now Naomi wanted to observe the krogan and the asari and wait for a moment when either the krogan or the asari decided to leave this spot.

[Cainhurst Crow]

Menos thought of all the info given, listening in silence as the pieces fell into place. They weren't looking for some nobody. They were looking for someone who was part of the band. More importantly, someone who was here and apparently without a ride. He needed to think quickly, to improvise and make sure his cover story was damn good.

"I suppose we did a bit on the heavily armed side. Just sorta happened that way when you come off of investigating shootouts." Menos said, thinking up his tale as he spoke and spinning truth in with his lies to make it more convincing, "Just came from a job bodyguarding some event when we see this jetbike rider getting shot at by these masked guys in a skycar. Think they might have been blue suns or something. They pulled some sick manuvers, we tried to fire at the skycar, but both were gone before we knew it. Been trying to find out what happened, and if the rider of the bike was okay." he said as he pointed a thumb back towards the jetbike remains, "That, had us worried. Hearing the drivers fine though, that's a relief." He ssid as he looked back to the turian women.

"You've been a good help Valerya. Thank you for it. You see any beefed up skycar with some blue mercs land, you throw something hard at em for me, okay?." he ssid as he turned to walk back towards Arcadia with a frown.

"Out targets part of the band. They're in the concert hall now, and we got to find a way inside." he said as he looked towards the side of the building, "I could get us in, but it might invovle breaking some laws to do it."

[Kel Riever]

Darya worked her way through the utility tunnels.  They were relatively clean, but there were dangers in heading places not meant for regular travel.  First was getting lost, but fortunately, it wasn't too difficult to follow the general direction of the music seeping through from above.  Second, this was the Citadel.  She'd hear the stories about the sudden drop-offs, even corridors that suddenly shifted or fell out from under people.  Mysteries that remained unsolved regarding the workings of the construct that was the greatest hub in all the galaxy. 

Nearing her destination, Darya saw the faint emission of another light source.  She turned a corner to a narrow passageway that was occupied by eight, maybe ten, youth, some even children.  Duct rats, she thought to herself.  They had heard her coming and stared at her, but said nothing nor challenged her in any way.  They were there, under the concert hall, enjoying the music which could be heard clearest from here, if someone was interested in staying 'below ground'.

It was a much easier matter of moving past the duct rats than Darya expected.  They figured her to be one of them, and simply shifted aside.  When Darya got to the door that would open into the concert hall's utility room, they started getting nervous.  One tried to warn her, "You break that open and they'll find our spot here."

[Kel Riever]

Valerya watched Menos go, and saw him talking to Arcadia, though she couldn't hear what was being said.  She cautiously turned back to Kurik and unfolded her arms.

"You apologized and I owe you one in turn," Valerya told Kurik, "Even if you are uptight and don't know how to dress for an occasion.  I'm not exactly a good judge based on first impressions myself, or second for that matter, and I understand 'emotional distress'."  Valerya used air quotes when she said her two last words.  She seemed to cautiously size up Kurik, as if seeing him in a new way.  "You know what?  Concert's almost over.  Why not?"

Reaching into one of the loose pockets on her pants, Valerya pulled out a small datapad.  "Take them.  That's four tickets you can transfer to your Omni-tool, so you and your friends can get inside.  I was supposed to meet a date here, and a couple who were his friends, and they ditched me, so I didn't really feel like going in.  You'll probably catch the last song and the encore if you go now.  The rider your friend Menos wants to check in on is Tolema.  Good luck getting to her but she is with the band.  Just, you know, don't be an *ssh*le when you meet her.  If you want, I can help you with one more thing, otherwise, get your *ss in gear, Uptight."  Kurik saw Valerya blink approvingly.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

"They already know your spot here," Darya replied to the duct rats. "They just can't be bothered. Tell you what, I'll put the grid back on."
 

She checked the utility room and it was vacant. The music was too loud for anyone to hear her kicking out a grid and having it fall to the floor. She kicked the grid and entered the utility room and replaced it as promised.

 

"Okay I'm in," she said over her comm. Next thing was getting the door open and sneaking in. She took a snake and slipped it under the door to have a look. The security guard was leaning on the rail enjoying the concert, and the decibles measured about 120 up there. Chances of him hearing her slip in were slim to none. No need to worry about picking the lock since it was key locked from the outside, and just opened from the inside. They didn't want anyone getting trapped in a utility room. She made sure the lights were out, quietly opened the door and slipped in.

 

Darya walked about 20 paces down from the room and found a spot along the balcony rail, and took out her binoculars. "I'm on the rail, balcony center. I know I'm looking for an asari, but which one? Where are you guys?"

[Cknarf]

Kurik accepted the datapad with nothing more than a polite nod, and slight twitch of the mandibles.

 

"If you want, I can help you with one more thing, otherwise, get your *ss in gear, Uptight."

 

"Any further assistance would be greatly appreciated."

[Kel Riever]

Valerya studied Kurik for a minute, judging if she should really proceed, then she pulled out a compact can with a nozzle.

Before anything else could be done, Valerya was criss crossing Kurik's armor with a bright red spray, hitting it haphazardly with paint.  She worked his way around him, and got him from shoulder to knee.  A passerby grinned stupidly and shouted, "Yeah!"  The shout caused some more heads to turn and there was laughter, but Kurik got the sense that they were approving of him standing there and letting himself be 'tagged'. 

When Valerya was done, she tossed the can carelessly away.  "There.  Now it looks like you were trying, at least."  She chuckled.  "I actually think vandalizing your suit becomes you."

[J.Ezra]

Juric and Tolema still stood just off stage observing the crowd as they got more and more manic. They knew the show didn't have long left and where determined to have a good time while it lasted.

 

 

Tolema's eyes fell onto Aoide, watching her as she continued too danced about stage with the other members of the band. "She probably won't be broken up about the Salarian not being able to show." commented Juric, who had noticed where Tolema had been staring. She let out a small laugh before saying "Aoide doesn't care who I spent my time with. As long as she's the one I come back to she couldn't care less."  "I'll never understand you." She glanced up at him, "You can't tell me you've never had feelings before right? You know, the things us 'squishy' people have." Juric grinned at this, " All Krogan have at least one feeling. Angers the main one."

 

With a snort Tolema glanced around, "Hey, you got any idea of the time?" "They got a few more songs left, calm down." Juric said, giving her a quizzical look. Normally she seemed to enjoy the shows just as much as the audience but appeared a bit more on edge this performance. He didn't question it though, not wanting to over step

[Cknarf]

Kurik, unlike the crowd, was less than amused.

 

"Under different circumstances, I would have likely responded with violence." He stated, while looking down at the paint that covered his armor.

 

Since it was his Stormhammer-issued gear, and not his father's set, he let it slide. A little camouflage couldn't hurt, either.

 

"I should get back to my... friends. Thank you " Kurik nodded one last time, before rejoining his people.

 

"Our target's name is Tolema. Also..." He started, while handing the datapad to Arcadia. "I have acquired several tickets that will gain us entry to the venue." 

[Kel Riever]

The good news brightened Cadi.  "Very nicely done!  That's a good friend, Kurik.  She must like you.  Plan on keeping in touch?"  Arcadia quickly transferred the ticket data to the omni-tools of Menos, Kurik, Chris and herself.  

Meanwhile, near the stage exit, Tolema was speaking with Juric. "Just between you and me, Juric, I may have made a mistake tonight.  Shouldn't have worried about that salarian girl.  Some people aren't worth the trouble and every now and then I get my hands chopped off when I try to help people.  Not that I didn't have my own interests about it."  Realizing she was confiding in Juric, Tolema added, almost regretfully, "Sorry, no need to bother you with my personal affairs, Juric.  You just seem easy to talk to.  Like someone who understands what a hard situation is like."

Tolema then noticed the unusual looking human watching her and Juric.  She had black hair with green and white strands, and a look in her eyes that Tolema found intriguing.  Why they were being watched wasn't something Tolema understood, but this human woman was the only member of the audience that she could see wasn't watching the performance.  Tolema caught her eye, folded her arms and asked Juric, "Do you know that human female with the dyed hair and white tank top?  She's more interested in us than she is the show, I think."  Tolema didn't let Juric or the woman see the anxiety that ran just below the surface, instead 'playing it cool'.  After all, what had she done that anyone could prove?

[J.Ezra]

"Hmmm" Juric grunted, staring out into the crowd to see if he could spot the woman she was talking about. It didn't take long , her tank-top and hair making her simple enough to find with Tolema's description. "Perhaps you have a secret admirer" he said, letting out a throaty laugh as he teased the Asari. She had a point though. Nobody else was looking at anything but the actual show, causing Juric to wondered what had brought the strange human here if she wasn't interested in the show.