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Gwyn Irons​

Gwyn kicked open the door of a maintenance vent and scrambled to stand next to Nero. She had been doing, well maintance, on a few different things. More fine tuning then anything at this point, but it was what she did. She couldn't help it at this point. Tuning the ship was as natural a quirk as adjusting her hair at this point. Plus when Nero had put out her announcement, well maintenance tunnels were a really quick way to get anywhere. the only issue was she was standing next to her commanding officer with grease in her hair sticking out like a spot on a dalmatian, a smear on her cheek and in a disheveled jumpsuit tied around her waist, with a tank top that she was sure used to be white but was likely more engine gunk then cloth by now. Oops. Twitching her eyes away from her outfit, she looked around the table. Dorthea had also just arrived, looking as poised as ever, nice. Another human, she was glad to see. While she loved working with so many alien species, it was nice to have some familieraty. Plus he looked dangerous and probably armed which was probably a plus and a mad scientist at that. As a mad engineer she appreciated any fellow STEM worker willing to call themselves crazy. There was another two humans as well? Was she just the first to arrive? If she was the punctual one there would be trouble. The other man looked closer to her age, with a trendy looking hair cut. She instantly decided that she was going to love or hate him, people that trendy usually elicited that reaction. Then ho boy. N7 Jacket, strong arm. Robot arm. Tan skin. Freckles. This mission was going to kill Gwyn. She was turning the color of a strawberry again, and was suddenly very glad her cheeks had grime on them. She needed to say something before she humiliated herself, "If we're redoing introductions," She said nervously, raising a hand, "Nice to meet y'mates Dr.Gwyn Irons, head ship and field engineer. Lovely t' make your acquaintance and all that."

 

[The Silent Z]

Peros
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A period of quiet and looking about the intel & recon center with a passing gaze, cigar smoke filling the air about his bubble of space. Eyes just scanning, mouth opening at a corner every so often to allow more smoke to fill the scene around his face meanwhile his teeth and partly so his lips had retained a grip on the cigar. Arms staying folded with a remained lean against the railing and stoic level of calm about him. The ship wasn't a kind of offering he was particularly used to having, far more advanced then simple, common freighters and cargo ships... The inside also contrasted to the outside appearance of the Phoenix. The current room alone appeared rather top rate and sleak in comparison maybe he could tap into the systems again later and see what this baby could do.

But for now his eyes drew toward the incoming presence after Nero approached and greeted him. "Nero, Good to see you ready." Peros nodded in turn with his own style of hello. "Uh, yeah figured I'd say hello in a way. Got bored in the tech lab after awhile.... Thought I'd make myself known to everyone by announcing myself. *chuckles* It seems it worked, hey?" Peros grinned in followed response. Truthfully he thought about returning to his hideaway spot down stairs below the engine room. But part of playing nice meant meeting the rest of this crew, faceless and limited dossiers were not enough, hardly worth sizing up a person that way. Or knowing mor factual Intel that can be overlooked in qualifications dossiers. The one downside to working with the council crew was that a Merc was likely to have less Intel and need to knows then the next guy. Least that was the theory Peros was working with right now. Not much else to go on just yet.

Peros meanwhile went quiet as Nero made her own announcement and his grin returned with a hearty chuckle at her calling him the 'Grizzled Batarian bastard' in her ending of the announcement. "Why Nero, trying to sweet talk me.... almost brought a tear to these eyes. I'm flattered." He chuckled in playing along and keeping it light with the commander.

After a bit Peros came to notice the first arrival.... A N7, female, prosthetic arm and seemed a bit quiet and distant for starters. But it was clear that she was a commando, another special forces operative aboard the ship by the way she proudly displayed that logo, Peros imagined no fools existed to claim such logos if they weren't true N7's or some other special forces commando. Though he'd yet to meet a certain fan of Shepard's. "Yo Ailani, names Peros.... Short and sweet. Nice to know ya" He spoke returning the hello and introducing himself to the N7. While referring to her name being longer then his own though not aiming for shots, just a clarifying that it was just Peros nothing more since he'd claim no surname.

Next was the seemingly bundle of nerves with the Parrish lad. He used a formal salute and introduced himself like most military personnel would do..... This bunch would certainly remind him of his past life if anything would. Full of salutes and proper by military and council standards codes of conduct. Hopefully their ethics wouldn't bind the crew with too much red tape. Giving a nod to the medic, Peros began to introduce himself again. "Parrish hey? Well I'm Peros. Pardon the lacking of salutes.... left that life behind years ago. Good to know ya though" He commented while introducing himself to the man.

Then came a familiar face, Ansgar the science officer. Peros offered a smile a nod to the man while curious of the focused eyes direction.... Either Ansgar was checking out the N7 or he was really liking her arm? Hard to say but wasn't his place to say. Returning the mans warm nod and silent greeting the Merc had gotten along nicely with the human earlier, then Peros observed the gathered crew that was so far present.


Following Ansgar was a Asari..... Aahh now this must be the other Asari name he had seen early on with the dossiers. She introduced herself as Dorathea T'Veris, Huntress and Asari commando..... well damn. Experience and history told him that she'd likely prove formidable not to say others wouldn't as they did too. But Asari commandos had a reputation throughout the galaxy and she likely wouldn't prove otherwise if she was also a commando and a Asari one at that. Likely meant biotics and weapons efficiency, additionally to the hundreds of years she'd likely have.

Observing the woman, Peros took note to her greeting and easy smile followed by the silent observant eyes that scanned one person to the next. A sweeping gaze that fell on him lastly before she seemed to move on toward another spot to lay her eyes. Based off his own notes of her, the batarian figured she had thoughts..... The silence was a giveaway when coupled with sweeping eyes that scanned the room with a seemed focus on each individual as they passed through. The likely move of a commando and possibly meant she took stock of the team so far present.

Was he wrong? Possibly.


"Dorathea? Hmm... I'm Peros. I'll just stick with Merc for now but good to know ya." He offered his name in introduction and smiled a bit.

While next came the head Engineer of the crew, Gwyn or Irons as Peros half the time called her when they spoke or he'd signal her of his light ups. He offered a smile and nod while thinking of the two that he Ansgar and Gwyn, a self stated mad scientist or possibly one and the interesting Engineer both of whom he'd met earlier and got along with much as he did for the most part with everyone he met so far. But those two seemed like a pair that might stir some interesting times ahead especially if they put their two heads together. Who knows what they might come up with in the future.

Meanwhile as his thoughts came to ease, Peros contemplated putting out his cigar for the sake of Nero and others present and who'd be present. Since Nero seemed effected by the smoke a bit earlier with her wave motion and it was seemingly the polite thing to do....... A tough call though as proved internally with some debate while Peros waited for the others and observed the present mates.

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[FireMaiden]

She glanced over to the next person yhat entered, Parrish. He, well, he didnt seem that impressive. She watched him as he introduced himself. The guy seemed nervous, seeming to stumble.over his words just a little, and then drag on. She couldn't help but smirk a little as he did. In reality, it reminded Ailani of her early soldier days. Though, she wasn't even sure if he was that young or not, so right now, she was just assuming. Her eyes went back up to Nero and Peros.

She didn't look when the next person entered, until...well, she could feel him staring. Turning slightly to look at him, she glared, deciding on what part of her he was looking at. But, it was only a second before she decided it was her arm. A twinge of a red briefly filled her cheeks, before she turned and crossed her arms. "Staring is rude," she stated clearly, her voice holding a cold, bitter bite.

Next in was the asari. Now, Ailani had heard of T'Veris before, one of her friends had mentioned soemthing about the woman before, and of course, there were others who admired her work and dedication. And, and having and asari on board was always pretty cool. They were deadly assets as soldiers, and then if they were on the battle field, it was sure as shit they were kick ads at their other professions. Ailani gave her a slight nod to say hello.

Gwyn then made her entrance. Kicking open a vent, then standing next to Nero, that was one way to show up. Ailani sas her look at each of the crew members that had shown up, and of course, while it was very brief, Ailani gave her a wink. She could see just a small bit of her blush, but it was worth it. But then she dropped Dr. infront of her name. Kinda threw Ailani, because Gwyn looked pretty young. Anyhow, she couldn't dwell on this long.

Peros greeted her, which caused her to raise her hand a little as an acknowledgment. "Nice to meet you too Peros," She said, a small smile gracing her lips. She recrossed her arms, growing silent once more as he started with the others. Iskandar The Silent Z themindfuleye Obi-Wan Kenobi Steel Accord theunderwolf

 

[Iskandar]

Nero Claudius Alexius​

"Good to see you too, Peros. Quite the way to introduce yourself. Never took you for the kind do things in such riveting fashion." Nero continued to poke fun at the Batarian, waving some more smoke away that seemed to be following her, "And I'm just trying to tell the facts, Peros. Glad that I almost caused you to shed a tear. I'll make sure sweet talk you even more next time, seeing Batarian's shed tears is rare." The Turian offered a grin before going silent, waiting for the others to arrive.

Nero remained silent as each person began to funnel into the Intel and Recon Center. Instead of returning whatever greeting, she simply nodded and remained silent. She was in deep thought and didn't wish to disturb her thoughts with speaking. She'd placed her right hand on her hip and continue to think before smiling to herself. Nero finished her train of thought and looked around to see who had joined herself and Peros. The N7 girl, Ailani, was the first one to join them, and who was rather distant and quiet. She seemed like the prideful type, or at least proud of her service, which Nero could understand.

After her came another human, one she had not seen or met yet but quickly deduced that it was the ships Therapist. Nero had an odd respect towards therapists and what their job included, but she wasn't a fan of the hairstyle. Granted she had no way to relate to it, seeing as how Turians don't have hair.

Next was Ansgar, who Nero didn't have much to think of. He seemed like a decent enough fellow who knew how to lighten the mood if needed. Though, if you asked Nero, Peros seemed to have him beat in that department. Nero did notice that Ansgar was quite entranced with the N7 girl, or maybe it was the cybernetic arm. Probably the arm, science types like Ansgar are like that.

After Ansgar was Dorathea, who, now dressed in more casual clothing, still offered Nero respect who'd usually find on board a military ship. Nero got the sense that Dorathea was a cool and collected person, who was extremely elegant and precise when it came to anything.

Nero simply looked over at Gwyn who had scurried out of the maintenance vent and joined the rest of the group. The Turian offered a smile at the awkward Engineer that was practically a walking clump of grease and gunk. Still, Nero appreciated that Gwyn enjoyed her duties and job as the ship's engineer. She lightly patted Gwyn's head before soon regretting it, getting some of the gunk on her hand, "Oh." That was all Nero would say before going back to her silence.

The Turian noticed that everyone was practically observing everyone else and that they were all probably making mental notes of each other. An understandable thing to do when you are in a room filled with strangers or people you've barely met. Nero herself was doing the same after all. For the moment it seemed like the crew had stopped funneling into the Intelligence and Recon Center.

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[Archon]

✦ Rune Lio ✦

With a slow groan, the ship's designated pilot jolted awake at the bellowing sound of clattering steel, his eyes rolling over to spot the floor littered with all manner of little metallic objects likely used for mechanical purposes beyond his scope of control, or care, for that matter. "Ugh, how long..." The question was quickly caught in the Drell's throat, his eyes squinting harshly against the blaring red lasers scanning the room with an eerily precise purpose. Before confusion set in, Rune did a quick double take, first to the frightening red beam, and then back to the silver covered floor. It appeared in his slumber, he'd managed to not only clumsily scatter the box of precious material, but also made it loud enough to warrant a security scan. Such was the price of choosing to sleep inside the fluffy-fabric holding cargo-box holding a great deal of bed rolls for 'outdoor expeditions'. And, of course, leaving the door open for some light, allowing the toolbox's contents to spill out. Okay, taking the tool box in there was a terrible idea, which he now thoroughly regretted. But at the time playing, with a bunch of mini-zappers and beeping shiny things was totally worth it!

Not that any of that mattered now, standing there slack-jawed and bleary-eyed, the Drell eyed the enclosure in which he'd slept, and with all the purpose of a starving cheetah through himself back in with the purpose of hiding. Unfortunately for him, even a starving cheetah wasn't faster than top-of-the line Alliance technology and cutting edge security scanners. The moment the Drell's feet pattered even a hundredth of an inch the lasers zoned in on him, if a transparent ray of artificial light could look like it was going to eat you, this was it. "Oh fu.." The blaring sound of alarm ricocheted throughout the room, echoing across the ship with a terrifying noise of urgency, drowning out Rune's own incessant cursing. As a pilot himself, he;d wager the warning at the bridge said something around "Intruder: Detected in Cargo Bay" or "Unidentified Drell Lifeform Located in Cargo Bay".

"Hey! I'm not an intruder!" Rune shouted frantically, waving with both arms at the cameras. "I'm part of the crew!" He pleaded the half-truth again, more panic than he's intended creeping into his voice. He wasn't admitted onto the ship through standard application or boarding. As a C-Sec Fugitive, Rune was smuggled on with express aid from the Salarian Ambassador. He had an encrypted omni-message to prove it, but there was an equally likely chance the Captain was notified of his presence on the crew; what she wouldn't have been notified about, was his smuggling into the Cargo Hold.

With a dawning realization, Rune noticed the huge stretch of space around him. "Hey, wait..." With a focused gaze, the Drell scratched his head in confusion at the very emptily-oversized room. "Have you guys been in here already?" He asked the camera in bemused disbelief that not a soul had stumbled upon the castaway Drell-sized package. Granted, nobody had reason to check the spare expedition gear, seeing as it was all very elegantly accounted for not more than a few hours ago, but the idea of sleeping through the mass-movement of hundreds of boxes was no less amusing. "Wow. That is just... wow. I could really just, sleep right on through a Geth attack, huh?"

Following a much needed stretch, and a rush of calming nerves, the pilot-to-be strolled towards the door to give it a half-hearted push. With the lights still blaring the lockdown was obviously still in effect. But the message was clear. "Come on, guys. Do you really need to wait a pack of security officers to open the door?" With a brief pause, he rolled his palms down his face with an audible groan. "At least turn the laser off, you're giving me epilepsy in here!" Rune's plea was followed by an instant mechanical whirring and a flash of white, signalling the deactivation of the security system and the opening of the doors. It was most plausibly a security team either here to escort him to a cell, or the Captain. Although he held some faint hope for someone in a position of power, just to skip being the first person inducted into the Holding Cells.​

 

[Mekuto]

Ulysses gave a curt nod to Nero, "I'll be resupplying the ship once we leave Citadel space, anything you need I can get, it's your house commander I'll respect that." He figured she'd get the metaphor easily enough.

As the doctor spoke up he took a moment to look at her, beyond the uniform and the suit there was a proud strong willed woman and that was something that he deeply respected. Taking a slow step towards the doctor he offered her a soft smile and easy gaze.

It wasn't long before the messages started coming over the omnitool, "pity, they're playing my song I'll see you later doc," he said softly before leaving the room and making his way into the briefing area.

Entering the recon room he scanned the crew that had gathered there slowly, his face showing no emotion. He moved to that back of the room where he could silently obverse the brief and the crew.

 

[NerdyBirdy]

“Song? Song.....SONG!” Lancet snapped out of her reverie as she realized the heart monitor was surging. She frantically hurried to her office area, barely knocking over the young man who had come in. “Parrish? Right, one moment. Just complete these preliminary tests on the crew while I deal with this. Attend the briefing in my stead.” She rattled off as she made it to her office. She rounded on the monitor and began typing commands.

A few minutes later, Lancet breathed a sigh of relief as chemicals entered into her via IV implanted into her neck. Lancet swayed a little as the chemicals brought her heart beat down and relaxed her. She walked out of her office. “Okay, where were w-”she said before seeing the empty medbay. Lancet groaned and hung her head before looking back at herself. “Congratulations, Lancet. You gave yourself a heart attack, missed preliminary testing, are late for an important briefing and the cute Quartermaster is gone. On top of which....you’re talking to yourself.” She quipped and walked out into the medbay. Lancet rubbed the bridge of her metal nose in annoyance when her HUD flashed before her eyes. SECURITY ALERT CARGO BAY ONE! it read. Lancet tapped into the comm.

“Hello, ship sec? I’m getting an alert on my HUD?” The comm beeped as someone answered.

“Sorry, Doc. I guess engineering has your AMU integrated into all the systems. We’ll have the chief come take a look. In the meantime, would you mind taking care of the alert? It’s an intrusion. One lifeform. Might be a stray mover who got locked in.”

Lancet sighed. “Fine. I’m on my way.”

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Lancet rounded the corner to the primary door to Cargo Bay One. She tapped in the alarm code to shut off the system before inputting the door code. She stood in front of the door as it opened abruptly, putting her face to face with a Drell. The facial recognition program in her HUD flagged the Drell as a C-Sec Fugitive. She widened her eyes in surprise.

“Hey, I’m-”

POW!

Lancet quickly shot her fist out, socking the Drell in the face. His head jerked back and he looked at her with surprise in his shiny black eyes before they rolled into his head as he crumpled to the floor. Lancet stood over him in shock. The comm in her head surged.

“DOCTOR! WHAT HAPPENED?!”

Lancet looked up at the security camera behind her in the hallway.

“He’s a criminal!” She explained.

“DOCTOR, YOU PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE!”

“So?” Lancet looked confused.

“YOU ARE MADE OF STEEL!”

Lancet looked at her fist, blood glistening on her knuckles as she realized her error.

“Oh no. No no no no no!” Lancet bent over and used her Omni-tool to assess the damage. A minor cartilage fracture in his primary nasal cavity and no cranial concussion gave Lancet an ease of relief. She scooped the Drell up in her arms and walked out the Cargo Bay.

“Security, the intruder is fine. No concussion but he’ll have a hell of a headache. I’m taking him to medbay to treat his face while I await a security guard. Inform the Commander.” Lancet said as she entered the lift.

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Lancet set the Drell down on one of the beds and strapped his wrists and ankles down. She tapped a pheromone emitter on her Omni-took to act as a smelling salt to awaken the man.

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