Fandom Mass Effect- The Spirit of Plenix - Additional IC

[Regal]

?Blunderbuss?

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'Kill me...' Was Blunderbuss' only thoughts on the matter. Of course, he refrained from being completely weird about it. He faked being sad, forcing himself with every fiber of his being to not take her pistol and shoot himself just to save time. Blunderbuss' focus went back toward the silhouette, breaking eye contact with the angry Turian. It was true however, Turians tended to have a superior attitude and temper, something that was extremely foreign to him. Blunderbuss was a racist as well, but even more-so against his own species. He felt the need to push her more, just to see how far the Turian would go. He didn't particularly feel that this was the correct place to subject himself to such actions, yet, he felt maybe one more ring of words would be acceptable. If only to refrain her from foolishly drawing on him again without shooting him immediately. He didn't look her in the eyes, and instead, focused his eyes on the Boss. It was as if his next words were slightly directed at him more than the female Turian. "This is going to be a human term... So I wouldn't expect this femme to be tracking." Blunderbuss took his hands out of his pockets and rose them up high, sarcastically of course, even though he neglected to put up the sad act anymore. "If a rattle-snake vibrates it's rattle, one must strike before it does. My rattler has been vibrating since I entered the room, yet, nobody ended my life. I do believe this is called 'trust', correct? I suppose it's only natural for one to be hesitant in ending a life..." Blunderbuss said in dead monotonous wording, stowing his hands back into his pockets. No matter who you were in this world, a gun to your face would make you feel uneasy. For Blunderbuss? The gun didn't even feel real, and neither did the Turian. It literally felt like he was watching a boring movie, being high on multiple pain-relieving substances. At this point, the only thing that was keeping him from ending everyone's life was simply instinct. He knew most of them would gun him down without hesitation, defending the Turian female. It's always a natural reaction to defend someone they were attached to, and they knew the female more than Blunderbuss. Blunderbuss walked away from the gun that was pointed at him, taking a seat in a chair and looking at the ground. He had to think of a reason for why he was here in the first place. 'Interesting... Very interesting...'


@Broken-Angel

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

(I was accepted in a PM after creating Lania there. She's now posted in the Character Submission for all to see.)


Lania had been sitting calmly in the corner for some time now. She watched as the late comers entered, but had been listening to the conversation since the Krogan had spoken up. Of course this led to the question of how she'd been in the darkest corner of the room, and the answer was the maintenance hatch that was not even half a metre away from where her cloaked form, which also hid Rorschach from view, was sitting now.


She had to admit, between the in fighting, the attitudes and the suspicion most of the 'crew' seemed to bear for each other, it didn't seem like things were off to as good a start as they may have wanted. Sure, it seemed like something too good to be true, but seeing as the man had already been true to his words for her signing bonus, she had to admit that he wouldn't have wasted his money on such prize if he was simply going to send them to die. Rising from her spot, she began to move forward with Rorsch bounding circles about her legs as she did.


"I have a question, though not for you, boss." Lania spoke in a melodic voice, aiming to garner the attention of the crew. As she expected them to turn and look she dropped the hood of her cloak and let the concealing garment fall to reveal herself fully, "You have been given opportunity, a roof over your heads, bonuses, a more than well stocked medical bay, armoury and kitchen, and been offered a sizeable amount of credits from someone who has not only gone out of his way to track down some of us who live our lives trying not to be found and offer us employ, but someone who is smart enough to know just which buttons to press to pique our interest. No one puts that much investment into something they don't expect to keep. And If you think he's not good for his word, I'd argue against you. I've got my signing bonus. An Omni-collar that monitors and gives aid to little Rorschach here when he needs it. Where was it? Left just inside the first maintenance hatch door, which is how I got in. The Boss is clearly smart, adept at planning, knows what we're doing, and definitely know's what he's doing, and, Boss, sadly I will have to refuse any offers you might ever give to play a game of poker with you, as I wouldn't be able to afford the losses you'd no doubt put me through."





Standing idly as Rorsch wagged his tail for a moment as Lania leaned down to pet him, she seemed to remember something as she spoke again.





"Oh, and hello everyone, I'm Lania, and it's a sad day on the citadel when a Vorcha speaks more rationally than Asari, Salarians, Turians and Humans. The Krogan has an excuse, but even he's been more rational, and I honestly would rather not see a fight."

 

[AllHailDago]

Its only been a few minutes since his arrival and yet Senthus was already sending he'd missed quite a lot here. It seems most everyone has some issue with another person here. Senthus had dealt with moody mercenaries before, but this was above and beyond. Although from the sounds of things, this boss had expected and even counted on that. He'd picked everyone out with extensive knowledge into how they think and act.


If so he might have picked Senthus for a role somewhat akin to a leader, or maybe just an older voice of reason. Or maybe that wasn't it at all, and he was just here for his tech expertise. It didn't really bother him which it was. However he did like the vorcha and how reasonable she was. It was rare to find a reasonable, nonviolent Vorcha. In fact.... Senthus couldn't remember it ever happening. Interesting.


"Seems I've missed a lot thanks to my lateness. I'll not make excuses. My apologies Boss. While I am intensely curious to know what exactly my specially tailored signing bonus is, I must agree with Lania. We should all save our bullets for our paid targets here. There's nothing to be gained from violence in the air right now."

 

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver leaned back with his medkit on his lap. "I would have to agree with you two." Oliver spoke whilst nodding. "I'd rather not have to patch up half of my charges before we even go on our first mission. Or before we get out of dock. Or even before the first hour is up." Shaking his head, Oliver continued. "Anyway, let's just try to get along."

 

[KamiKahzy]

The Boss' shadow seemed to smile even wider when the, of all things, literate vorcha came out of the shadows and told off the rest of the gathered crew. "My dear Lania, I'm ecstatic that you found my invitation. Your skills will not be wasted here, and I do hope you enjoy the bonus I left for you."


The Boss stood tall and upright one last time as he gazed around the room at his gathered hires. It seemed that everyone had finally gathered and had stated their concerns. Many had been assuaged but others would take time to settle into their new roles. But the Boss was patient, and he was curious to see how his fledgling Crew would grow in the coming days.


The shadow brought it's flickering arms together and a garbled clap sounded through the voice modulator. "Well, it seems that everyone is finally gathered and... 'statisfied' for now. Allow me to show you the Plenix in detail. Darnot?" Darnot's statuesque face nodded before the 3D display of the ship zoomed out and reset from focusing on the cargo bay. A prepared slideshow 'tour' of the Plenix began to play on the screen, highlighting each space on the map as it was discussed.


"The Plenix is a fine volus ship, though not exactly the quickest or stealthiest of vessels. Considering the size of our Crew, I decided we could accomplish more with the sheer size of a volus freighter rather than attempt to force you all into a smaller space. But don't worry, some modifications have been made that should surprise any would-be assailants. Our drive core, housed on deck three, is half as large as a typical core for this class of vessel. She won't win any races but she's quick where it counts."


"With faux enthusiasm: As graceful as a gasbag with a beanie propellor."


"Regardless, Darnot has proven himself a fine pilot for the Plenix. But a ship can't run without an engine, or someone to maintain it. So allow me to introduce you to the ship's engineer." One of the doors behind the empty captain's podium opened with a smooth, mechanical whir. Some might have expected a human or even a quarian to step into the room, but few would have expected the squat, slightly hunched volus that waddled into view. His suit was the standard slate gray of many volus envrio-suits, but all his coverings and accents were painted in a caution pattern of muted orange and yellow. Oil stains and soot dirtied his suit in various spots, some of them looking distinctly fresh. He walked with a slight limp, a sign of old age or perhaps an old wound that didn't heal right. He walked up next to the podium and took in everyone carefully, stopping for a few seconds longer on the more 'colorful' members of the group.


"-heeeh- Johle Tar. -heeeh- And if I catch any of you messing with my systems, -heeeh- I'll lock your door and shut off the ventilation."


Rulan decided to greet the volus politely in the manner of which he was accustomed: by grabbing his crotch and flipping off the tiny man.


"Charming."

 

[Sunbather]

Saraya's eyes darted over to the Vorcha, a sulky expression overtaking her rather pretty face. She motioned, now facing the new arrival, her body language somewhat offensive and daring. "How about you let the idiots weed themselves out and keep the holier than you attitude down, mh?" The Asari wasn't stupid nor did she mind being misjudged as such, but the attitude was something that pissed her off a little - an unfortunate trait for someone who gave others such much attitude herself most of the time. She then turned back to the Volus. "Alright, I'm starting to get pissed. This chick joins late and gets her signing bonus as well? I mean, good for her, but I'm getting impatient. You wouldn't like me when I'm impatient."


She crossed her arms again, sitting down emphatically, signaling that she was not open for any further debate or negotiation after her next statement. "I'll give you the first mission, 'cause I work for my stuff. If I don't get my payment AND the bonus after I did whatever the hell you want us to accomplish, I'll make you even shorter than you already are. And like your ship, I'm fast when it counts, so consider that." She demonstratively turned her head away, closed her eyes and leaned back, her foot provocatively rocking back and fourth after she crossed her legs.

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

Lania wasn't overtly disturbed by any of the words spoken after her entrance save for one. The Asari, she had a mouth to be certain, but she was clearly only upset at being shown up. Understandable, but opening herself up for further reprimation was not the way to do it. Still, if further reprimation was what she was opening herself up for, then it is what they would get.


"I have been sitting in this ship since before the Boss ever showed himself in that hologram. You see, I saw that people were gearing up to kill each other, and felt that not being a part of the mess might be for the best. It's not a holier than thou attitude when you're simply following logic, it is actually then known as common sense."





Shifting her attention to Rorschach as he pawed idly at her feet, Lania reached into a pack and pulled out a treat, giving it to the varren who then bound playfully about, ducking a dodging between the people before coming to a stop in front of the Krogan and flopping over, showing his belly as he begged for belly rubs.





"That is why I got my gift early. Protection. Rorsch is far more friendly than is sometimes good for him, and he will be going on the mission with me. He is now shielded, and can healed through that collar's silent VI. It is the only reason why I received my bonus early, because the Boss knew I wouldn't go on a highly dangerous mission if it meant risking Rorsch. Like I said, the Boss is smart, whoever he is, and we're his investment. I'm sure you'll receive your money. Now, Boss, if there isn't anything else for me to do here, Boss, and you have nothing else to say, would you care if I retired myself to the kitchen?"

 

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver looked around at the assembled group of mercenaries. The crew, as it were, was quite varied in species, many of which seemed to be unique cases of there own species, such as the vorcha and the salarian. With the crew apparently being fully assembled, unless there were anymore late comers, Oliver's silent analyzing of the group had reached its limit without indepth questioning and a check up, which he noted to schedule for later. Until that time, this data gleaned from personal observation was all he was going to get, and as such Oliver began to summarize and get it organized for immediate use in case of emergency.


First up would be the Elcor, Darnot. Other than his apparent joking manner, while strange for an Elcor, he appeared to be quite normal in every other regard. As such, normal diseases and physiological maladies should be expected and prepared for. Of course, Oliver had only seen him through a video feed so further observation would be needed to make a more sound judgement.


Johle Tar was going to be somewhat difficult. As a volus, any operation and most treatments would need to be done in a pressurized environment of ammonium, otherwise he would rupture once the suit is removed. The limp would lead credence to an old leg injury, most likely at the knee, which might need treatment. However, it could also be a cause of old age, which would mean that he would have to prepare to treat an onslaught of geriatric diseases. He would have to ask Johle about it to further clarify.


Next up was the female quarian, whose name Oliver had not yet caught. Like most quarians, she would be extremely susceptible to infection, which would require a large stock of Dextro based antibiotics. However this also had another downside, any surgery to be performed had to be done in a completely sterile environment. To effectively treat the patient, Oliver would have to set up a clean room for quarian use only, as well as a completely air tight suit for his usage in said room. There is also the possibility of genetic diseases coming to surface due to the quarians' problem of limited population in the fleet. Such things would need to be watched for.


Kveer's problems where quite easy to read so far. It seems that his tired demeanor was a directly caused by the headaches, which most likely prevented him from fully completing the sleep cycle. The extent of fatigue seen tells that it has been a constant problem, which could be manifested from genetic predidposition to migraines, a concussion, or perhaps even one of the old L2 biotic implants. If any of the two latter, a brain scan would be needed to assess the damage.


Radcet was a mess. Not in the physiological sense as he seems quite healthy in that regard. No, it was in the psychological way. He appeared to have some form of social anxiety, given his less than stellar performance with the female turian. This can also be coupled with an apparent dependence on the VI, which he talks to as if it was a full fledged AI. Further analysis will be needed.


The female turian was, so far, healthy in most aspects. Her cold demeanor could just be the normal mercenary outlook, or perhaps it could be caused by a traumatic event in her past. Either way she will be somewhat difficult to work with.


Gantt, as he heard he was called, was quite unnerving. Oliver could honestly not say what it was, but he had felt like this about others only a few times before. From the male turian's stare, perhaps it was some form of mental disorder. Most who unnerved him ended up having those. Oliver noted that he would have to keep him under close observation.


Then there was the final of the three turians. This one seemed to be the relative oldest of them all. He noted to keep an eye out for geriatric problems in this one as well. Perhaps it was his age, or some untold trama, but he seemed to be the most reserved. As with all three turians, he would have to use Dextro based medication.


The krogan was not much of note strangely. He kept to himself and only spoke once or twice. Seemed to keep to himself. Quite odd for a krogan mercenary really. Still, krogan biology is quite fascinating and he would have to ask if some tests could be done for his work.


Probably one of the most unique ones here was the Vorcha, or Lania as she was apparently called. She was quite pleasant and not anything like the other vorcha he had met. The voice is also quite odd for a vorcha, perhaps as a result of injury caused adaptation. In fact, most medical procedures would be redundant. Her increased healing rate and highly adaptable biology would only make immediate medical attention worthwhile.


Yet another of the more unique members of the team would be Giral, also known as the salarian with a hormone imbalance. This particular individual was, 'colorful' to say the least. A scan of the brain will most likely be required, as a hormone imbalance could cause more problems than just a very 'unique' individual.


Next to Giral, there is that young asari merc. Probably the relatively youngest one of us, she is probably barely in the maiden stage. Most of her injuries and maladies will come from combat. Other than that, nothing much worth noting.


And finally, there is Saraya. She is likely somewhat in the middle of her maiden stage. As such, she will probably only need medical attention for combat related wounds. The one thing to note above anything, however, is how strangely familiar she is. He feels as if he knows her, yet just can't place his finger on it.


Finished sorting all his observations, Oliver smiled. This was one interesting crew. Definitely the most unique he had ever been on.

 

[KamiKahzy]

"I'm glad to see you're on board for this Ms. Dal'Avin. And now that Johle has introduced himself, let's move on." The screen panned out to the 3D model of the ship again, this time enlarging both it and the display while simultaneously dissipating the shadowy form for the Boss. The first room that glowed was near center of the ship on the second deck. "This is where you all are right now, the comms room on deck two. You may use it to contact someone in an official manner, and I will use it to hold meetings and briefings with you all. Otherwise you will be contacted by omni-tool."


The map unlit the comms room and lit up the very top of the ship, dead center where a large viewing area was located. "This is the bridge, where our fine pilot is currently sitting at attention." "Feigning humility: Please, hold your applause."


Silence reigned in the room.


"Slightly stung: Tough crowd."


"Moving on, just below the bridge is the rest of deck two. This is where all the living spaces are located, including the galley, heads, med bay, and the lounge. And yes, the vid-screen does stream from the extranet."


"Sick! I can watch my bike races!"


"Indeed. Below that is deck three, which is mostly engineering, sewage, and some other auxiliary systems. It also houses the escape pods, so please do remember that. Deck three also has open access to the cargo bay's second story. As per volus design, this second deck can be retracted or extended to create more space either vertically or horizontally in the bay. It's rather simple, extend the deck for more floor space or retract it for taller objects on the deck below."


"And finally there's deck four, which houses the cargo hold and the armory. I've repurposed the hold to act more as a docking bay for the shuttles and the mech. It still functions as a hold, but the deck can retract to allow the shuttles a quick launch. And again, the armory is stocked with the basics but not much else."


"Now, some of you may have noticed the cannon mounted on the roof of the Plenix. That is a standard issue turian-grade assault cannon, very useful for deterring pirates. What you may not have noticed is that I have payed for five extra cannons of similar make, each hidden within the superstructure. There are two pairs hidden beneath the hull on the port and starboard sides, and the fifth is below the ship, housed just forward of where the cargo bay ends. They can be controlled from either the comm room or the bridge, whichever you find yourself nearest. They aren't the most powerful cannons, but they're fast and omni-directional."


"And that only leaves one last piece of business, housing arrangements. Unfortunately there aren't enough berths on board for everyone, so you will have to bunk up. I've taken the liberty of pairing you up already to save time." As the Boss finished his thought, a list of names was brought up on display for everyone in the room.

Spoiler

Berth 1: Callina and Radcet


Berth 2: Zea'Danaal and Zearthia


Berth 3: Saraya and Lania


Berth 4: Brixx and Oliver


Berth 5: Senthus and Gantt


Berth 6: Rulan and Kveer


The shadow flickered back into view as the 3D map and the camera feed of the spaces dissipated, so only the room assignments remained. The Boss' commanding voice came back on as soon as his silhouette had fully formed. "And that is all that I have for you, Crew. Get some rest, your evaluation mission will start in a few days. Darnot, Johle, shove off when ready and make for the rendezvous point."


The Boss took one last look at those assembled before he bowed a final time. "Good luck to you all." And with that, the shadow faded away as the projectors went into standby mode. The room suddenly fell silent, and the ship's engineer gave a curt nod to those gathered before he limped out the door towards the elevator, activating some unseen functions on his omni-tool as he went. Those in the comms room suddenly felt the deck rumble as the engines roared to life, and the sudden weightless feeling of the inertia dampeners kicking in hit everyone in their stomachs. The docking anchors hissed as they released the Plenix, and in very short order Darnot had the ship leaving Illium's port and making way for the relay.


The Plenix was finally underway.

 

[Broken-Angel]

Callina narrowed her eyes once again as she watched the Turian male walk away from her and sit down. Just who the hell did he think he was? If he was really asking for a death wish, then she would be more than happy to grant it for him. All he had to do was push the right button. She was about to pop off with one of her signature snarky remarks when once again the annoying male Human spoke up. Damn he really was an idiot. Did she have put a bullet in his knee cap just to get the point across that she didn't like him? If that was the case, she already had her pistol out, might as well put it to good use since the brooding Turian finally got out of her face.


Facing Radcet, Callina pointed her gun right towards his knee. "Look pal, if you don't want to become Peg Leg Pete, I suggest you back the fuck off. Am I clear? I don't give twos shits about your apology or that useless scrap of pixels, you call a companion. So I suggest you shut your pie hole, or I'll be cutting you down a few inches". She bore her eye into his, waiting for him to make some sort of movement or comment. Callina, so wanted to put a bullet into him. Just once. It would just make her day and she knew it. Her trigger finger itched and she wanted to scratch it something awful.


Too bad she wouldn't get the chance. For a member of this 'crew', had spoken up. It had seemed that she was here the whole time and was just playing creeper lurker. Callina must have been getting a little rusty for her to not have noticed her before. Heh, like that'll ever happen. She just chalked it up to having all the distractions from the annoying males, throwing her off. She quirked, what would be considered a brow, at the female Vorcha's words. Who the fuck was she? The team's cheerleader? Fuck that noise. Callina would treat her just the same as everyone else. Piss her off, and you lose a body part. Maybe two. And the fact that she basically just called her stupid, already put her on Callin's shit list. Oh these people so did not know who they were messing with.


Looking down, she noticed that this Vorcha had a varren as well. But by the looks of it, it acted more like a rat on crack. This wasn't no varren. This ankle biter was nothing but a chew toy for Mouse. She looked over at her faithful companion and took in his expression of the fellow creature. Mouse, sniffed his way as a low growl could be heard, showing that he was going to be the alpha varren of this ship. A proud smile spread over Callina's lips at her pet's expression. She knew she kept Mouse around for a good reason. Well other than the fact, had it not been for him, she was pretty sure that she would be dead right now. But that was another story for a different time. Nor did she really trust any of these people with that type of information.





Callina wanted to give this chick a piece of her mind and a few other choice words but it seemed like she wouldn't get the chance. Metal clanking brought her attention to the squat Volus that had just entered the room. She gave him a once over and tried to stifle a laugh. Wait, this guy was the engineer? Could he even reach half the shit on this ship in order to fix it? Where did this boss of hers find these people. This wasn't a merc ship but more like a circus show. This had to be the most eclectic and fucked up group of people in one room. How the hell did he expect them to get along? Hell half of them hated each other already and they haven't even been on their first mission yet.


Callina, shook her head and just went back over to sit back down by Mouse. The varren looked up at her with big 'puppy dog', eyes. She smiled and scratched under his chin, earning a leg thumping from the relaxed pet. The varren was all she had and she was more than happy with that. He pulled his own weight, so it wasn't all that bad. Her attention got pulled from the scaly creature, when her boss spoke up again. Bunk mates?! Woah woah, no one said anything about them having bunk mates. No this was not cool, not cool at all. She was gonna have to get her say in this right now.





Callie stood up to speak her peace when of course, with her luck, the boss decided that this was a good time to up and leave them. Just like that. Oh that bastard was slick. Whatever, she didn't need him around to speak her mind. I mean it never stopped her before. Placing her hands on her hips and shooting the blank screen an evil look, her voice came out on a snarl as she turned her gaze to the Human male. "Oh hell no! There is no fucking way that my ass is bunking with that waste of space and oxygen. I'd rather throw myself out of a fucking airduct. She clenched her jaw, already envisioning the many ways she was going to tear him limb from pathetic limb.

 

[Effervescent]

Kveer surveyed the ship's schematics as they were brought on screen. The Volus ship was rather sizable in every regard, and aside from the high risk-high reward aspect of the job, it all seemed somewhat enticing. He could feel his irritation rising. His focus was once on his headache and fatigue, offering him something internal to complain about, but now his agitation was completely external. It was always a losing war for the biotic, for he never gave his mind the opportunity for peace.


His agitation was always kept under control. Outwardly, Kveer took on the demeanor of a bored, nondescript human sitting through a lecture in an auditorium. It was an exercise he practiced during his time with the Biotic Acclimation and Temperance Training programme. All the friendships created were turned against each other when the turian mercenaries were brought in to spearhead the programme. Every weakness he confessed to his friends was an exploit used to win a ration of food for the day. Eventually, he learned how to hide his weaknesses with a convincing facade. He couldn't risk these strangers ever knowing his buttons.


The memory of the turian mercenaries he faced in the programme turned his attention to the turians within the room. He rose to a stand, his eyes appraising Calina objectively as he slung his light weight duffel bag over one shoulder. She had a similar attitude about her; an air of self-entitled superiority coupled with a lack of desire for those around her. Kveer turned his outwardly apathetic looking gaze away and towards his omnitool as he checked through the list of room assignments. He had no idea who this Rulan was, but judging by the sound of the name he had his suspicions.


He calmly made his way towards the living quarters, the doors partitioning the circular chamber from the rest of the deck hissing with its hydraulics to herald his entrance.

 

[AllHailDago]

Senthus looked at the bunkmates screen in concentration. If he had most of the names somewhat right he was bunker with the other male turian. He wondered how exactly these assignments had been decided, but shrugged it off. Senthus was mostly sure he wouldn't have any real issue with him. But if he was wrong, well he'd just have to deal with it when that came up.


Senthus saw one of the other members move towards the living quarters. One of the human men, it seemed, headed for his room. Senthus thought this a good time to meet another crew member. Hopefully he didn't have any ..... issues with Turians. Unfortunately that was common due to the First Contact War, but Senthus would just have to see.


He moved a bit briskly and caught up with him. He faced the man and studied his face momentarily. Something seemed off, but he couldn't tell what so instead he held out his free right . "Hello. My name is Senthus. Rather hectic back there, huh?".





@Effervescent

 

[Effervescent]

Kveer nodded upwards with his chin as the Turian stepped within hallway leading towards the line of rooms. A huff of a laugh escaped him as he adorned a friendly, albeit fake, smile on his lips. "Yeah, I was sure someone was going to kill someone," he responded before checking the room assignment once again.


"You wouldn't happen to know who Rulan is, would you?" he asked curiously, turning his attention from the door to his living quarters to Senthus.


@AllHailDago

 

[AllHailDago]

Senthus bit on a small corner of his lip as he put his hand down. He wasuessing the man wasn't comfortable shaking his hand. The smile did seem a bit forced, as Senthus remembered from many humans he met after the war. Almost everyone's, but Dhalias was never forced, not once.


"Yeah, what was up with the tension? What'd I miss?". He waited a second and thought over the Rulan question. He wasn't sure, but he thought it was the guy excited for the mech. "Pretty sure that's the other man. Not the medic, but the one who liked bike races.".


@Effervescent

 

[general ostruppen]

Radcet watched as the male Turian makes his way to another table which gave him and chester relief. Until the Turian in front of him decided to point her gun at his knee. He listened to her as she clearly did not want to be disturbed right now or anytime. So he accepted and went back to the group. "You think she'll ever get used to us?" Chester pondered. "Suuuure...Well if she stops being tempted to shoot at my knee cap whenever I talk to her, then I call that progress." He smirks at the VI and finally came right on time for the tour on the ship map.


The skematics seemed rather straight forward and was looking forward to that armory.The boss then also announced bunking and he was curious on who he ended. He searched his name and found it next to Callie. "Wonder who this Callie might be", just as chester said that, the female Turian started complaining.didnt take him long to realize that she was his bunk mate. He turned around and faced her to only hear even more complaints. Well this day got better for him he grudgingly thought. He noticed that her face had already shown signs of murder. But really after this point he didn't care anymore. he put his helmet back on and as usual watched his screen connect to his armor, including Chester popping up. "You want me to have shields on standby?", radcet almost laughed and just replied with a no. He walked towards the female Turian and watching carefully at where her hand is on her gun. "If you got stuff needing carrying to the bunk I'll help, unless you prefer carrying it yourself?" He offered. "Why are yah helping her?" Chester asked. "I'm just being nice is all, and really I just want to stop giving her reasons for her to point that gun at me. It's really nerve wracking." He looks to where the Turians pet was. and was pretty damn sure that it growled at him.he knelt to give it a closer look and realized it was a varren. "Cute"

 

[Effervescent]

Kveer hadn't noticed Senthus's hand outstretched towards him, and it was only until the hand was lowered that the connection was made. He couldn't really make out what followed as it seemed as though the Turian bit at his lip just around one of his mandibles. Was it a reaction to Kveer's neglect to be friendly? Turians were never that expressive in his mind. Everything subtle relied on ticks of their mandibles to which he never fully understood. A brow lofted curiously at the humanistic display Senthus displayed. Did all Turians do this and he never noticed until now?


Senthus surmised the one named Rulan was actually the obnoxiously dressed Salarian that salivated over his signing bonus. Kveer internally mourned the death of his peace and quiet, and mentally prepared himself for the annoyance that will ensue. It was likely he would have frequent visits to the medbay in hopes of drowning out the perpetual headache that would be Rulan the Salarian.


"Bike races," Kveer repeated with a small smile. He huffed another laugh and shook his head as he continued his friendly air. "Right, well, looks like I've got a handful. Better than those bitches out there vying for dominance, am I right?" Kveer paused after that, waiting to enter his living quarters only after seeing how Senthus would react to his words.


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[Sunbather]

Saraya had felt thouroughly annoyed by now. Ranging from her displeasure with the distribution of signing bonuses, the unnecessarily dangerous conflict between the Turian girl and... essentially everyone who vaguely looked at her, down to the awfully politically correct Vorcha. So far, the only ones who were to Saraya's liking were the Human medic, Oliver, and the Krogan, Brixx, though the latter was almost a little suspicious for being so calm and collected. So... well behaved. Then again, I'm an Asari who almost exclusively fights with weapons, I probably shouldn't judge... "At least the Varrens seem cute." she hissed out a little sarcastically and to noone in particular, sighing as she spoke.





As the clunky shadow announced his goodbye, Saraya once again stared at him, her eyes squinted in mistrust. "Alright!" She yelled and jumped to her feeds rather enthusiastically. Her arms behind her head, she walked towards the exit in a rather flaunting fashion, as if she was the queen of the ship. Shortly before arriving the door, she turned around with a smirk on her face. "Whoever Lania is... I'll see you later, I guess." She scoffed a little, as she once more eyed the Turian who consistently had her gun drawn, let her gaze wonder of the Salarian, and finally, gave the awfully oddly behaving Turian a look of disgust. Then, her sight went back to the middle of the room, more of a general stare towards almost all of her future crew members "And I really hope you're neither idiotic nor creepy. Sayonara!" A sarcastic bow and wave later, she turned around to leave and inspect the living quarters.

 

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver's first thought upon seeing the bunk list was that Radcet is going to be the first patient in the med bay. Then he saw who he was bunking with, Brixx. While he didn't know the krogan's name, he was 99.5% certain that he was his new roommate. After all, Brixx didn't exactly sound like a turian, asari, quarian, or human name. Getting up, he made his way to his new roommate, excited at the prospect of learning more about krogan biology, while at the same time terrified that the 400 pound reptile would claim top bunk.


Standing in front of the krogan, Oliver decided to introduce himself to his new bunk mate. "Hello. I'm assuming your Brixx?" he asked gesturing towards the krogan, before continuing. "I'm Oliver and I wil apparently be your new roommate. I hope that we can get along and work together well." He smiled and was about to hold his hand out for a handshake before he remembered that Krogans could crush a man's bones with one hand.

 

[Broken-Angel]

Callina, watched as the more 'bouncy', female Asari left the comms room. Thinking that wasn't such a bad idea, she grabbed her bags and slung them over her shoulder. Just before she was about to walk out the door, her new 'roomie', walked up to her. Help? He did not seriously think that she needed help carrying her things. Callina, turned her head slightly and just walked past him. Mouse, followed right behind her shortly after snapping at the male's out stretched hand. She smirked as she looked over her shoulder at the less than friendly greeting her pet gave the pitiful Human. Trotting right up next to her, he followed in step as she walked down the winding halls to her new room. The thought of having a roommate in general didn't set well with her and to top it all off, it had to be him of all people. That thought alone gave her an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach and she hated it.


Once finding her room, she already made it a point to take the top bunk and dared the Human to say anything about it. Throwing her bag up on the bed, she climbed up as Mouse made the bottom bunk his new bed. Callina, leaned over the edge of the bed and laughed. "Good boy. You're catching on quick. Tonight I'll let you out and let you roam the ship. Let you get a good feel for it, hmm? And while you're out having your fun, I'll be over at the armory playing with my gun". The varren looked up at her and shook his scales in response. She nodded at him and went back to making her chambers feel more homely.


Leaning against the doorway, Callina looked at her handy work. She had her sound system set up, dubstep/metal, could already be heard playing from it. Abover her bed, could see seen various pictures. Most of them were of her and the Human family that raised her. Seeing their smiling faces brought a ping to her chest and a sorrowfulness that could almost be tangible. Shaking her head, Callina pushed the emotion away and cleared her throat. This was not the time to be getting soft and all feely. Rolling her shoulders, she hopped onto her bed and laid back, letting the sound of the music calm her nerves. Well until her 'rommie', decided to show up.

 

[general ostruppen]

Radcet wasn't suprised that Callie denied the offer. She decided to go and find there room, not wanting to be lost again and annoy chester he decided to follow her instead. Radcet gathered his stuff that he brought with him which were mostly his weapons and gear/parts for his suit. He made sure he kept distance from her just to keep things at peace, especially when that pet of hers keeps looking back at him. Not long afterwards they finally found there room and before he even put his stuff down, Callie was already on the top bunk, and already formed it as her fort. The music she was playing was quite loud but after what he experienced in Weryu, this was nothing. He could care less, tossing his stuff on the left side of the bunk. He took his helmet off and sat down on his bunk, setting his helmet right next to him. Chester popped up on his left shoulder, "huh the rooms not bad, and it's somewhat spacy." As he said with enthusiasm. Radcet agreed with him on that, but he felt a little disappointing that he didn't have much on him to put around the room. However there was his picture of his platoon he managed to save . He rummaged through his bag that contained the gears.He pulled it and smiled at all the familiar faces, Jack, Qwep, Zoey, Derek, Gon, Welsh, and so on. All the people that fought by his side, all good soldiers that fought till the end. But then realizing that most of them were either Kia or Mia. He crawled to the side and taped the picture to the wall. After that he sat back up on the other side.


He didn't really know what else to do really, he could head to the armory but he just didn't feel like it right now. He checked on chester and finding him just walking back and forth on the floor, probably just waiting for orders or something or just bored. He took a peek at the ceiling and couldn't see Callie but he did see the pictures of what seemed to be a human couple along with Callie beside them, some looked old some new. He asked, "you were raised by humans?" Saying it loud enough for her to hear.

 

[AllHailDago]

Senthus noticed the eyebrow raise and wondered what it was about. It might've been the lip biting. It was a trait he picked up from spending so much time from humans, and did reflexively around them. So Kveer might not be used to such clear facial expressions from a turian. Yeah, that was probably it.


"Fighting for dominance huh? Well that makes sense. Can't seem to get more than two people in a room without someone trying to establish dominance.". Senthus remembered a few turian recruits under his command that had such issues. It wasn't ever much fun to deal with, that was for sure.


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[CursedDawn]

Zea toyed with her omni-tool for a while, making short notes on her new squad mates but mostly for the sake of killing time so she could be alone for the time being. After seeing who she was stuck bunking with she was in no real hurry to get to her quarters anymore, "Of course I get stuck with the asari brat, may as well get some work done here while I can before I need to deal with her again..." she muttered quietly to herself. Zea puled one of her bags up onto the table and pulled out a pistol, not one of her Phalanx, but a Carnifex she'd bought for her project. She was working on a system to allow standard firearms to be fired remotely. Due to the internal computer controlling the mass effect, magnetic propulsion, and shaving off bullets with each shot, such a thing was generally impossible on standard weapons, but not for much longer if Zea had her way. So far she had partial success, though it required installing a specialized component but it lead to nearly a 70% chance of misfire. After a fair while tinkering back and forth she had yet to make further progess, "Keelah this damn connection circuit keeps shorting... perhaps if I make the attachment external instead I can make it big enough for a VI..." she muttered as she worked.

 

[DiamondJack]

Brixx listened calmly to the Boss as he spoke. When the roommates were revealed he took note that he was paired with someone by the name of Oliver, honestly Brixx hadn't picked up the name of anyone in the room, aside from Rulan, although he was sure he had heard them at some point. Brixx scanned the room, Oliver was definitely a human name, but then again Brixx had met an Asari named Stacy... There were a few humans in the room, and Brixx couldn't be bothered to seek them out for questions.


Then his question was answered when a man came up to him and introduced himself as Oliver. "Y'know Oliver, it ain't exactly safe to assume things," said Brixx, stoic as ever, "But you'd be correct in thinking my name is Brixx. As for gettin' along we shouldn't have trouble so long as you don't touch me or my stuff." Brixx let out a hardy laugh, "And if you take anything of mine I'll show you what a Graal Spike Thrower does to a human knee." Brixx was only half kidding.

 

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver chuckled a bit. "You don't have to worry about me stealing anything, I'm not a thief. And uh, I've already seen what one of those does to a human knee. Takes a while to put all the fragments back together and reconstitute the mush. But hey, he walked again. Err... Well, limped anyway."


Oliver turned to get his trolley with all his supplies. "I'm going to go ahead and get my stuff set up in the room. Your free to join me if you like." Turning, he walked towards the direction of the bunks.

 

[Effervescent]

The nod that carried Kveer's head slowly up and down after Senthus spoke was somewhat nondescript. It could easily be misconstrued as a polite response to his words while contemplating a response, but for the trained eye, one may be able to see his mind churning behind a glazed and thoughtful expression. He was not so much thinking how to respond so much as analyzing the Turian's words carefully. Everything was so friendly and casual with Senthus, and it felt odd compared to the Turians he had encountered in his past. The humanistic expressiveness was definitely curious.


"It's kill or be killed, Senthus," he said as he opened the door to his bunk room. "You take orders from the Boss and no one else. Those idiots will get you killed. One-track minds." He tapped his temple and left it at that as he walked into his empty bunk room. The modest quarter was fashioned with the necessities, and since the room was empty, Kveer had first pick. He tossed his duffel bag onto the bottom bunk, though his eyes cast upwards to the top mattress. He hoped Rulan wasn't a shuffling sleeper.


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