AlphaDraco
One Thousand Club
Oliver whistled at the sight of that medbay. It was certainly impressive. Much better than the janitor's closet. Satisfied, Oliver sat back down next to Raya. "Well I'm in. What about you Raya?"
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Fandom Mass Effect- The Spirit of Plenix - Additional IC
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CursedDawn
RP Lover
Zea carefully read and re-read the message on her omni-tool, before looking up at their apparent boss once more. While she was interested in geth technology and information it wasn't for the reasons he seemed to think. For one just because this criminal was messing with geth and AI technology didn't mean the flotilla had any jurisdiction over it, something he seemed to misunderstand. Secondly, unlike many quarians, Zea saw her people as the ones at fault for the Morning War, not the geth, and she had a theory she was working on regarding their apparent assistance of Saren after 3 centuries of never going beyond the Perseus Veil, at least not in any noticeable number, and that was the reason she wanted information regarding them, she didn't believe for a moment that the geth would suddenly be so aggressive to organic life for what was apparently no reason.
"Very well, I suppose I will go along with this... at least for the time being. Since you seem to have things planned for us already, where are the quarters?" she asked, having her various tools and supplies for her weapons, tinkering, and suit maintenance she wanted to have stored properly, she also wanted time to prepare for whatever job he might have for them already or to work on a certain special project of hers.
"Very well, I suppose I will go along with this... at least for the time being. Since you seem to have things planned for us already, where are the quarters?" she asked, having her various tools and supplies for her weapons, tinkering, and suit maintenance she wanted to have stored properly, she also wanted time to prepare for whatever job he might have for them already or to work on a certain special project of hers.
KamiKahzy
Tectonic Nomad
@CursedDawn
The Boss looked at Zea and nodded his shadowy head at her. "We'll get to that in a moment, but first I'd like to make sure there are no more questions or concerns from our hopeful candidates." The silhouette waved it's arm once over the gathered Crew candidates, signifying them all in one sweep.
The Boss looked at Zea and nodded his shadowy head at her. "We'll get to that in a moment, but first I'd like to make sure there are no more questions or concerns from our hopeful candidates." The silhouette waved it's arm once over the gathered Crew candidates, signifying them all in one sweep.
general ostruppen
General Ostruppen
As Radcet was fascinated at seeing an actual armory in a while, Chester seemed to be fidgeting a lot after seeing a certain message. He decided to keep shut and inform Radcet later, he noticed several people were also having that uneasy feeling as well from glancing at there messages on there devices. (Sheesh this boss guy is good, wonder where he got the info.) Chester then decided to just forget and lay back. Radcet was still listening to what everyone had to say. Chester spins around and spots the little pet that lay on the Turian and started to laser point and see if it would take notice of it. "Come ooooon chase it." Radcet noticed what chester was doing and started to wave through him to stop.
Effervescent
Rests Chin In Hands
Kveer nodded to Oliver in greeting as he introduced himself. The medic held out his hand, palm upward to reveal two capsules of whatever medicine he happened to be carrying on him. There was slight hesitancy as Kveer plucked the pills from Oliver's palm, his grey gaze staring at the man as he recited the warning label he'd clearly memorized. Oliver, the walking textbook. He guessed it was likely the medic was a real peach to be around during school, especially with his sunny disposition. Kveer's smile in response was somewhat skewed before he popped the pills in his mouth. The plastic capsules stuck to his tongue making for a difficult swallow, but he managed to force them down dryly as the orb in the center of the room revealed a hazy silhouette.
The Krogan's observation was astute and one Kveer held sentiment. It seemed he wasn't going to have to speak up much in this group, to which he did not fully mind. Based on the outburst between the Quarian and other Asari, it was very likely no background analysis or any sort of thorough investigation went into this 'Boss' character's process in choosing everyone here. The rowdy looking Salarian garnered more of his attention as he continued to listen to questions posed and answers given. Something about him felt off, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
Despite the odd methods of the illusive 'Boss,' the pay sounded good, but the price lacked substance to back it up. Dangerous missions coupled with a leader who likes to gamble didn't really sit well with Kveer. Sounded like the System's Alliance Military all over again. He shifted forward in his seat, placing his elbows on his knees as he propped a foot up on the back of the chair in front of him. Whatever Oliver had given him had begun to work his magic, and the dull pain had started subsiding.
"Hey, Boss," Kveer called out. "Is there some sort of elimination challenge or something? You said earlier you'd know soon enough who is worth adding to the crew and who is dead weight."
@KamiKahzy
The Krogan's observation was astute and one Kveer held sentiment. It seemed he wasn't going to have to speak up much in this group, to which he did not fully mind. Based on the outburst between the Quarian and other Asari, it was very likely no background analysis or any sort of thorough investigation went into this 'Boss' character's process in choosing everyone here. The rowdy looking Salarian garnered more of his attention as he continued to listen to questions posed and answers given. Something about him felt off, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
Despite the odd methods of the illusive 'Boss,' the pay sounded good, but the price lacked substance to back it up. Dangerous missions coupled with a leader who likes to gamble didn't really sit well with Kveer. Sounded like the System's Alliance Military all over again. He shifted forward in his seat, placing his elbows on his knees as he propped a foot up on the back of the chair in front of him. Whatever Oliver had given him had begun to work his magic, and the dull pain had started subsiding.
"Hey, Boss," Kveer called out. "Is there some sort of elimination challenge or something? You said earlier you'd know soon enough who is worth adding to the crew and who is dead weight."
@KamiKahzy
KamiKahzy
Tectonic Nomad
@Effervescent
The Boss brought his attention to Kveer, finally hearing from the ex-military operative. He had wondered when the surly soldier would speak up. "Of a sort, Mr. Khalel. I have a mission lined up for this Crew and it should be a fine way for me to judge your abilities. Nothing too dangerous but important nonetheless. You will be escorting the family of a turian diplomat from the Citadel. They plan to vacation on a remote garden world and asked me to provide security. Normally I would suggest they hire a private security firm, but the threats he's received suggest a rather cunning outside source. I couldn't be sure that agents had not been embedded in traditional establishments so I needed to... get creative. Hence, why I went out of my way to find unique, unaffiliated individuals like yourselves."
"This is only one of many such requests I've received lately. I saw an opportunity to create a team of my own that I could deploy on missions that require a bit more tact and finesse than your standard mercenary band. I see profit in this, and an opportunity to achieve things I could not do conventionally. And rest assured, I will take great care to keep you as informed as possible while on assignment. Your lives are not expendable to me, of that you can be certain."
The Boss brought his attention to Kveer, finally hearing from the ex-military operative. He had wondered when the surly soldier would speak up. "Of a sort, Mr. Khalel. I have a mission lined up for this Crew and it should be a fine way for me to judge your abilities. Nothing too dangerous but important nonetheless. You will be escorting the family of a turian diplomat from the Citadel. They plan to vacation on a remote garden world and asked me to provide security. Normally I would suggest they hire a private security firm, but the threats he's received suggest a rather cunning outside source. I couldn't be sure that agents had not been embedded in traditional establishments so I needed to... get creative. Hence, why I went out of my way to find unique, unaffiliated individuals like yourselves."
"This is only one of many such requests I've received lately. I saw an opportunity to create a team of my own that I could deploy on missions that require a bit more tact and finesse than your standard mercenary band. I see profit in this, and an opportunity to achieve things I could not do conventionally. And rest assured, I will take great care to keep you as informed as possible while on assignment. Your lives are not expendable to me, of that you can be certain."
DiamondJack
Most Call Me Jack
Brixx laughed softly under his breath. He liked the 'Boss' already. The crew's questions made him feel a little better about himself. He was willing to work for the man before him just because he had gone to great lengths to recruit all these people on a gamble. This man was Brixx's kind of guy. Brixx needed no further convincing and returned to his counter with a smile on his scaly face.
Brixx's smile widened when he heard the mission and the Boss's want to keep his mercs alive. Making some soft targets not so soft should be easy enough for the people in the room, assuming they didn't kill each other first. Brixx was ready, but then a thought crossed his mind. He had some gear to store and he needed a room in which to do that. From his corner Brixx called, "What about livin' quarters Boss Man?"
Brixx's smile widened when he heard the mission and the Boss's want to keep his mercs alive. Making some soft targets not so soft should be easy enough for the people in the room, assuming they didn't kill each other first. Brixx was ready, but then a thought crossed his mind. He had some gear to store and he needed a room in which to do that. From his corner Brixx called, "What about livin' quarters Boss Man?"
Effervescent
Rests Chin In Hands
Kveer seemed somewhat satisfied with the response, his head nodding slightly to silently indicate he had no further inquiries. Anything he'd say at this point would be a needless jab at the silhouette's selection. His gaze flecked from the Boss's form at the center to the two women who were engaged in the near-violent altercation earlier. A mission that required tact and finesse might not be this group's forte. His mind processed through his observations of the hired crew assessing their worth and functionality within a mission such as the one presented. This mission could go sour quickly if the right strategy wasn't employed. Could these hot heads even take orders?
Regal
✯The Victorian♚
?Blunderbuss?
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'Interesting...' The Turian thought, him lifting his heavy duffle bag in his left hand and his shogun case in his right. He wore a gold Turian suit, tailored to serve as a little less form of light armor; if the need was there. While his duffle bag housed his armor and other random gear, his shotgun case carried his Scimitar. He was the type that open carried his Turian Talon on his waist, knowing that he excelled in close combat anyhow. 'Guess the first job is right up my ally... May as well introduce myself somewhat...' Blunderbuss thought, walking into the area that everyone else was in. He had been somewhat lurking around where nobody could see him, examining most of the crew. He noted the other Turian, faking a smile as he made eye contact with her from a distance. "Well, Boss Man... My only question?" Blunderbuss dropped his duffle bag on the ship floor, setting his shotgun case down softly and crossing his arms. He didn't break eye contact with the female Turian until now. "When do we start..." It wasn't really stated in question form, since he knew the Boss would answer him. The Boss had to, or Blunderbuss would simply leave. He made plenty of money back on the citadel regardless, and honestly didn't care for employers that made things more difficult than they had to be.
@Broken-Angel
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'Interesting...' The Turian thought, him lifting his heavy duffle bag in his left hand and his shogun case in his right. He wore a gold Turian suit, tailored to serve as a little less form of light armor; if the need was there. While his duffle bag housed his armor and other random gear, his shotgun case carried his Scimitar. He was the type that open carried his Turian Talon on his waist, knowing that he excelled in close combat anyhow. 'Guess the first job is right up my ally... May as well introduce myself somewhat...' Blunderbuss thought, walking into the area that everyone else was in. He had been somewhat lurking around where nobody could see him, examining most of the crew. He noted the other Turian, faking a smile as he made eye contact with her from a distance. "Well, Boss Man... My only question?" Blunderbuss dropped his duffle bag on the ship floor, setting his shotgun case down softly and crossing his arms. He didn't break eye contact with the female Turian until now. "When do we start..." It wasn't really stated in question form, since he knew the Boss would answer him. The Boss had to, or Blunderbuss would simply leave. He made plenty of money back on the citadel regardless, and honestly didn't care for employers that made things more difficult than they had to be.
@Broken-Angel
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@Brown
"Glad to see you arrived Gantt. We start in a two days, after we've made the jump and traveled to the agreed upon port where we'll retrieve the Intendent's family. From there we'll travel for another three days to their chosen garden world. I'll provide you with more intelligence as we get closer to the destination."
"Glad to see you arrived Gantt. We start in a two days, after we've made the jump and traveled to the agreed upon port where we'll retrieve the Intendent's family. From there we'll travel for another three days to their chosen garden world. I'll provide you with more intelligence as we get closer to the destination."
Regal
✯The Victorian♚
?Blunderbuss?
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Naturally, the Turian somewhat nodded his head in acknowledgment, but keeping his same standing position. His head turned back toward the Turian female now, keeping eye contact as he thought of possible things to ask the Boss. Linear danger areas per passage? Plan B? CallSigns? Would there even be a open-comm communication between the merc crew and the Boss? There were multiple questions sprawling in his head that didn't appear until he asked his initial question. However, he didn't feel like blowing their minds immediately, since they would probably suspect him of being a weird individual. He didn't want that to happen, if only for the fact that if it did; everyone wouldn't be able to trust him. He may have been micro analyzing this whole thing a little too much, him still looking into the female Turians eyes from a distance.
Blunderbuss wasn't an shy individual by any means, and almost saw fit to establish his dominance as a male Turian towards her. However, acting too soon would definitely destroy any shred of normality that still took the presence of a mask worn by thieves. Blunderbuss stood in his same position, awaiting for whoever would talk next. There was still much analyzation to do, and it seemed he had missed most of the initial brief. Guess it doesn't pay to be late.
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Naturally, the Turian somewhat nodded his head in acknowledgment, but keeping his same standing position. His head turned back toward the Turian female now, keeping eye contact as he thought of possible things to ask the Boss. Linear danger areas per passage? Plan B? CallSigns? Would there even be a open-comm communication between the merc crew and the Boss? There were multiple questions sprawling in his head that didn't appear until he asked his initial question. However, he didn't feel like blowing their minds immediately, since they would probably suspect him of being a weird individual. He didn't want that to happen, if only for the fact that if it did; everyone wouldn't be able to trust him. He may have been micro analyzing this whole thing a little too much, him still looking into the female Turians eyes from a distance.
Blunderbuss wasn't an shy individual by any means, and almost saw fit to establish his dominance as a male Turian towards her. However, acting too soon would definitely destroy any shred of normality that still took the presence of a mask worn by thieves. Blunderbuss stood in his same position, awaiting for whoever would talk next. There was still much analyzation to do, and it seemed he had missed most of the initial brief. Guess it doesn't pay to be late.
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Chester was just lying on radcets shoulder and getting real bored of this meeting. After changing positions showing his boredom he spotted another Turian coming in with a bag. (Huh another Turian what were the odds) he then got radcets attention and pointed out the obvious. "Huh another Turian, this party gets more and more diverse..... Why does he keep looking at Turian chick tho?" "Ummmm maybe he's into really scarey girls or something." Radcet just stares at Chester for a long minute. "ok well um why don't you talk to him instead and no freaking bowing for introductios it's really weird, since there not from our culture." Radcet agreed and slowly crept to the male Turian to his side. He then sat across from and then just stared straight ahead, "you got the hots for that Turian or something?" For a long moment Chester just wanted to wither away and just die in the cyber world.
@Brown
@Brown
Broken-Angel
~Your favorite Badass Tsundere Boom Queen~
Despite looking out in front of her, Callina could feel a pair of eyes on her. It made her skin crawl and her jaw tick. Looking over towards the door, a male Turian had entered and took no time at all to establish himself to their boss. It was as if he had been there the whole time. The only thing that bugged her was the fact that no matter what he said to the boss, he kept staring at her. Was she supposed to know who he was or something? The longer he stared at her, the tighter her jaw clenched. Callina was about to say something, when the idiot Human male that had been annoying her since he came into the ship, spoke up. The words that left his mouth made her blood boil. Just how freaking dumb was this guy?
Callina stood, making Mouse slide gently off her lap, and walked over to the Human. She grabbed him by the collar of his suit and jerked him up from out of his seat. She shoved her face about two inches away from his. Her voice coming more like a growl instead of a proper female Turian voice. "What the living fuck is wrong with you?! Do you seriously have shits for brains, or do you like pissing me off? If I were you, I would choose your next words very carefully, they may just be your last". Callina let him go and let him drop back into his seat. She then turned her attention to the male Turian that had been staring her down this whole time.
"And you. Were you born with no manners or do you just not give a shit? Keep staring at me like that and me and you are fixing to take a one Turian walk to the nearest air duct. And I promise that you won't be coming back". She kept her eyes on him this time, glaring at him, daring him to say something that gave her a good reason to pull out her small knives.
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Whispering back towards Chester, "Yah she's really pissed off what do I do?!" Chester justs shrugs with no response and just sits back to watch, he didn't know how people think in situations like this so he proceeded to see where this goes. Radcet kind of nervous just slowly puts his a hand towards her cautiously, "ok listen lets not get to violent ok, and miss I apologise for what I said and my buddy Chester earlier and I just got to say you got sharp ears. But anyways I don't mean to offend you in anyway I'm just trying to get to know you people just so I know what I'm working with and I did just get into the merc business not to long ago so ummmm I again sorry." He then slumps back and just watches these two turians next moves. Radcet had a feeling that either A.she goes kill mode on this guy or B. There gonna make up/argue a a lot.Chester prepares for any escalations that might happen just in case.
Sunbather
Le photographe est mort
Saraya had remained in her position. The whole mood seemed to switch into a mixture of curiosity and, as far as the Asari could categorize it, a vitalized readiness to get started. That was quite to her liking. Doesn't sound bad... Not bad at all... Saraya felt content with the answer the Boss had given her. The following warning wasn't exactly what she expected but it only spured her ambitions further. "Well... This sounds like my kinda job." She spoke emphatically and grinned confidently. Then, her attention was drawn towards Oliver. Her smirk widened as she nodded. "You bet. I'm in. Time to get rich and thin out the Galaxy a little, eh?" Her attention then turned to the Turian who seemed to have just arrived. The male triggered an odd response in Saraya's head, and so she eyed him cautiously, unsure how to feel. "I like your stale, man." she hissed over to him, slightly sarcastically, but complimentary enough to transmit her genuinity as well. Though then, she mumbled, more towards Oliver than anyone else. "What a creeper stare that guy's got..."
@AlphaDraco
AlphaDraco
One Thousand Club
Oliver just had to nod in agreement with Raya. This turian, Gantt or whatever, felt off to him. The stare, the the smile which seemed to barely be real. This guy was dangerous. Not in the normal way as most mercenaries where, it was something else. And that other human had just gotten the female, and probably the male, mad at him.
Oliver slowly got up and went to retrieve his medkit from the trolley before sitting back down next to Raya. "I'm probably going to need this soon."
Oliver slowly got up and went to retrieve his medkit from the trolley before sitting back down next to Raya. "I'm probably going to need this soon."
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AllHailDago
Rough Tough Creampuff
Senthus huffed out an annoyed breath as he looked up at the Spirit of Plenix. It was about time too, he was late and not happy about it. His transport to get here ran hours behind, and only got here this soon due to Senthus paying him to hurry up. He hedged his couple of duffle bags over his right shoulder.
All his guns, his helmet, and a few basics resided in those bags. Well, all his guns besides his Dhalia. The M-98 Widow never left his back, or his body without extreme convincing. He slept with it even. He scratched at a mandible and decided stalling would only make him later, which he hated.
He hurried aboard and found that the meeting was in full swing. Two turians, a couple asari, a couple humans, a krogan, a quarian. and a shadowy figure resided within. With a cursory glance Senthus could tell everyone was primarily focused on the shadowy figure. Must be the boss, but maintaining anonymity until they could be trusted. Not a bad idea.
It also appeared that based on age compared to species life expectancy and full maturity, Senthus was the oldest of the bunch. He stood off to the side with the Krogan and waited to catch up on what was happening. Hopefully there wouldn't be too many age jokes.
All his guns, his helmet, and a few basics resided in those bags. Well, all his guns besides his Dhalia. The M-98 Widow never left his back, or his body without extreme convincing. He slept with it even. He scratched at a mandible and decided stalling would only make him later, which he hated.
He hurried aboard and found that the meeting was in full swing. Two turians, a couple asari, a couple humans, a krogan, a quarian. and a shadowy figure resided within. With a cursory glance Senthus could tell everyone was primarily focused on the shadowy figure. Must be the boss, but maintaining anonymity until they could be trusted. Not a bad idea.
It also appeared that based on age compared to species life expectancy and full maturity, Senthus was the oldest of the bunch. He stood off to the side with the Krogan and waited to catch up on what was happening. Hopefully there wouldn't be too many age jokes.
Regal
✯The Victorian♚
?Blunderbuss?
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Blunderbuss simply maintained his stare a little more than he would have liked. That however, was of no wrong doing. He always had a problem with staring into eyes of individuals that he had uses for, but he simply got carried away. Once the Asari muttered toward him, he stowed his hands into his pockets. This Turian chick was completely angry, something Blunderbuss had never felt. "Okay." Blunderbuss said as he closed his eyes, trying not to look into her's anymore. It wasn't to any avail however, him meeting hers again as he opened his eyes back up. "Sorry, I guess. Sometimes I can't help but stare into the eyes of danger. Guess you could call it; lust?" Blunderbuss said, sarcastically. He was slightly serious though, looking into her eyes gave him an adrenaline rush he hadn't felt in a long time. He was having a hard time trying to figure out why she wanted him dead for it, but he wouldn't hesitate to make the first move. Of course, Blunderbuss wouldn't mind either way. He knew she wouldn't kill him, she didn't have the stomach for it.
@Broken-Angel
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Blunderbuss simply maintained his stare a little more than he would have liked. That however, was of no wrong doing. He always had a problem with staring into eyes of individuals that he had uses for, but he simply got carried away. Once the Asari muttered toward him, he stowed his hands into his pockets. This Turian chick was completely angry, something Blunderbuss had never felt. "Okay." Blunderbuss said as he closed his eyes, trying not to look into her's anymore. It wasn't to any avail however, him meeting hers again as he opened his eyes back up. "Sorry, I guess. Sometimes I can't help but stare into the eyes of danger. Guess you could call it; lust?" Blunderbuss said, sarcastically. He was slightly serious though, looking into her eyes gave him an adrenaline rush he hadn't felt in a long time. He was having a hard time trying to figure out why she wanted him dead for it, but he wouldn't hesitate to make the first move. Of course, Blunderbuss wouldn't mind either way. He knew she wouldn't kill him, she didn't have the stomach for it.
@Broken-Angel
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The whole time everyone had been talking Rulan had been standing there, waiting for a chance to speak up and be heard. The questions posed by the others had been good ones, and honestly he hadn't thought of some of the concerns they had brought up. But when others started to ask about payment he couldn't help but speak his mind. "Hold up there 'boss man'. My old boss in Eclipse said I was gettin' some kinda signin' bonus if I joined up with this outfit, so where the hell is it?"
The Boss addressed the brash salarian as calmly as he had the others. "Indeed. Darnot, bring up the cargo bay please." A few silent clicks later and the displays now showed the Plenix's expansive cargo hold. True to volus design this was one of the largest spaces on the vessel, and appeared to have plenty of room for housing freight of any kind. However, instead of the typical cargo containers one would see in a volus freighter, this one housed three military-class transport shuttles, each capable of holding at least 8 people in a tight fit.
The shadow's blobby arm reached up and touched the display, causing it to zoom in on a smaller white object seated next to the shuttles. "This is your signing bonus Mr. Giral." On standby, standing proudly next to the third shuttle, was a brand new Hermes class battle mech painted in sheer white colors and just as pretty as can be.
Rulan's jaw hit the floor a second time that day, and a bit of drool began to leak out of his mouth. He pawed at the image feebly, almost loosing his footing when he saw that beautiful piece of hardware. "I... It... That's... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~"
The shadow smiled in it's strange way. "I'm glad it pleases you."
Darnot's face flicked back onto the screen momentarily. "Deadpan: Your face is leaking."
Rulan dragged the back of his hand over his mouth absently, still continuing to stare at the glorious mech he'd be piloting.
The Boss addressed the brash salarian as calmly as he had the others. "Indeed. Darnot, bring up the cargo bay please." A few silent clicks later and the displays now showed the Plenix's expansive cargo hold. True to volus design this was one of the largest spaces on the vessel, and appeared to have plenty of room for housing freight of any kind. However, instead of the typical cargo containers one would see in a volus freighter, this one housed three military-class transport shuttles, each capable of holding at least 8 people in a tight fit.
The shadow's blobby arm reached up and touched the display, causing it to zoom in on a smaller white object seated next to the shuttles. "This is your signing bonus Mr. Giral." On standby, standing proudly next to the third shuttle, was a brand new Hermes class battle mech painted in sheer white colors and just as pretty as can be.
Rulan's jaw hit the floor a second time that day, and a bit of drool began to leak out of his mouth. He pawed at the image feebly, almost loosing his footing when he saw that beautiful piece of hardware. "I... It... That's... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~"
The shadow smiled in it's strange way. "I'm glad it pleases you."
Darnot's face flicked back onto the screen momentarily. "Deadpan: Your face is leaking."
Rulan dragged the back of his hand over his mouth absently, still continuing to stare at the glorious mech he'd be piloting.
Sunbather
Le photographe est mort
Saraya's face instantly hardened, her seemingly glowing eyes squinted and her 'brows' furrowed. She made an angry step towards the shadowy boss, the lead step a symbolically loud stomp. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second! Why does the miniature paintbox here get a shiny piece of tech such as that, huh?" She had pointed her fingers at the Salarian, not laying a single eye on him. Instead, she kept her angry stare fixed upon the anonymous puppetmaster. "Look, I have no problem with him getting some crazy shit like that. Hell, good for him. That way he might land a kill or two once we get going. But where's mi... our signing bonus, huh?"
She now crossed her arms again, her stance waiting and intense. "I'm a rather simple person, Mister Mistery Glob, but I'm not gonna stand by while some... gang scum gets preferential treatment." She hissed her words, now losely into Rulan's direction. Indeed, she despised all of the known criminal gangs. One might call her a hypocrite, considering she was about to, most likely, join one. And yes, you'd be right. But after she had lost her friends to those gangs back in the day, everyone who wasn't on her gang's side wasn't worth the air they breathe. "I'm waiting."
Effervescent
Rests Chin In Hands
Kveer watched the display as the Boss brought up an image of the cargo hold. He instantly recognized the transport shuttles, his brow furrowing in thought as he contemplated the means of which they were acquired. Military-class equipment wasn't easily obtainable, even if decommissioned. Having served in the Systems Alliance Military, Kveer was well aware of the precautions placed within their equipment to insure such things wouldn't get in the wrong hands. Usually decommissioned vehicles were torn down and used for parts specifically for more military equipment. This Boss of theirs was either incredibly thorough and had very good connections, or he was a complete idiot. Having admitting he was the gambling sort, it was difficult to tell just which one this silhouette was.
Just before he could open his mouth to ask another question, Saraya spoke out in near tantrum over what could be misconstrued as favoritism on the part of the Boss. Kveer's amused smirk returned as he watched the Asari state her case and demand her signing bonus. It seemed to him she was rather touchy, which even if it were a liability to some degree, it was still preferential to the bruised egos of the Quarian and other Asari.
"Patience, Saraya," he called out, a small huff of a laugh escaping him as he sat up in his seat. "We all get signing bonuses." He then turns towards the silhouette. "I am with her, though. I'm curious if all our bonuses are tailored to our specific interests or if that guy is the only one with special treatment."
Just before he could open his mouth to ask another question, Saraya spoke out in near tantrum over what could be misconstrued as favoritism on the part of the Boss. Kveer's amused smirk returned as he watched the Asari state her case and demand her signing bonus. It seemed to him she was rather touchy, which even if it were a liability to some degree, it was still preferential to the bruised egos of the Quarian and other Asari.
"Patience, Saraya," he called out, a small huff of a laugh escaping him as he sat up in his seat. "We all get signing bonuses." He then turns towards the silhouette. "I am with her, though. I'm curious if all our bonuses are tailored to our specific interests or if that guy is the only one with special treatment."
KamiKahzy
Tectonic Nomad
The Boss regarded Saraya and Kveer evenly before responding. "To be fair, Ms. Dal'Avin, Mr. Giral isn't 'getting' this mech right now."
"Wait, WHAT!?"
"It is merely being loaned to him for the time being. If he proves loyal and competent then he may earn it as his own. Until then, it will remain very much my property."
"Fuckin' A', really?" Rulan threw his hands up in the air before shoving them inside his pockets covered by his tagged onesie. He began to noticeably pout at being denied full access to the brand new shiny dangling in front of his eyes.
Darnot's 'cheery' face showed up on screen again. "Falsely sympathetic: It's ok, baby man. You'll get your toy soon enough."
Rulan shot the video screen a thousand-yard-stare that could shatter glass. "...I don't like you."
"The rest of you will receive similar signing bonuses as well, once you've proven you have earned them. Some are customized, others are simply credit chits. Heavy, universal credit chits."
"Wait, WHAT!?"
"It is merely being loaned to him for the time being. If he proves loyal and competent then he may earn it as his own. Until then, it will remain very much my property."
"Fuckin' A', really?" Rulan threw his hands up in the air before shoving them inside his pockets covered by his tagged onesie. He began to noticeably pout at being denied full access to the brand new shiny dangling in front of his eyes.
Darnot's 'cheery' face showed up on screen again. "Falsely sympathetic: It's ok, baby man. You'll get your toy soon enough."
Rulan shot the video screen a thousand-yard-stare that could shatter glass. "...I don't like you."
"The rest of you will receive similar signing bonuses as well, once you've proven you have earned them. Some are customized, others are simply credit chits. Heavy, universal credit chits."
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Broken-Angel
~Your favorite Badass Tsundere Boom Queen~
That was it. It was official. Callina was going to be working with a bunch of morons. First it was the boy scout of a Human, then the other human idiot male, and now this brash male Turian. Was it just this group or did she have a homing beacon for feeble minded people all of a sudden? Losing her composure, Callina pulled out her pistol and pointed it straight at the being in front of her. Giving him a cold and hard stare, she dared him to do anything that would give her the complete pleasure of putting a bullet right between his eyes. She was itching for some action so bad that this 'opportunity', was just too good to pass up. Callina didn't care if this colored her image in her new boss's eyes. She wasn't going to put up with anyone's shit anymore. Either they shut the fuck up, or she was going to make them. Either one was fine with her. Though she really really hope that he chose the former. She really wanted to put him in his place.
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CursedDawn
RP Lover
"A high end mech that must've cost hundreds of thousands of credits... this ship with what all of us need, and clearly more prepared for each of us including geth information for me... If this "Boss" is burning through this much money just to put a team together there's no way simple mercenary work, even the more dangerous kind, is all there is to it" Zea thought. She considered voicing her thoughts but for the time being thought better of it, mostly because she wanted to be somewhere more private as soon as she could, she had her special project to work on, among a few other things she could do.
She shook her head as Callina pulled her gun, "At least I'm not the only one here getting annoyed with someone else..." She thought. "So before we start killing each other perhaps we should move on?"
She shook her head as Callina pulled her gun, "At least I'm not the only one here getting annoyed with someone else..." She thought. "So before we start killing each other perhaps we should move on?"
general ostruppen
General Ostruppen
Radcet didn't like that this Turian was about to shoot the poor guy. He couldn't really approach her otherwise he may take the bullet instead. Chester stood and went back into radcets helmet, "This is getting alittle out of hand and I'm not sure how this male Turian is going to handle the situation." Radcet then watched as female Turian was trying to show dominance and really this feels like a docummentary on dangerous animals. "Yeah this isn't really working out, at this rate she'll probably blow anyone's brains out. Chester you think you can calm her down in anyway?" Chester thinks and comes with an answer, "naw I've annoyed to much I'll stay away till she calms down, you know." Radcet looks back at the group back up front and luckily no one seemed to care what was going on in the background, he looks back at the two turians and then just took his helmet off and takes a deep breath. "mam or if you like I still don't know your name, you need to calm down I know your upset about what I said or this guy eye goggling you or whatever, but if you could please save the bullets for the sorry bastards that will end up with them instead. It would be best keep a cool head because wether you like it or not were going to have to work together " As he stood up and put his hands out to show he didn't want trouble. Chester was thinking about the armory and it was quite exciting to get Radcets upgrade.
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