Fandom Mass Effect- The Spirit of Plenix - Additional IC

[KamiKahzy]

Rulan sat there for a moment, not really sure how to take everything that had just happened. Some shady douche he knew nothing about was now his Boss, but apparently he was letting him use a brand new Hermes class mech, even if it was 'on loan'. Hermes mechs were hard to come by, not because of a particularly high cost, but because the design wasn't what most units desired. It was a lighter mech than the Atlas, and while more nimble that it's cousin it could never match up to the sheer firepower an Atlas provided. But it was the perfect model for Rulan's piloting style. He had a knack for moving in and out of position quickly, goading the enemy to follow him into a well laid trap. Rulan had always preferred speed over power anyway, so the Hermes was a great match for him.


Rulan was too excited by the prospect of piloting his new baby that he couldn't even bother with finding out who his bunkmate was. He swore he heard the name Kveer during the briefing somewhere but honestly, he had checked out after he saw his new mech. So instead of heading to his berth Rulan picked up his bag and set his sights on the cargo hold immediately. Before he left though he cocked his head and looked at the quarian Thia had almost come to blows with. Well armed, quickdraw, chip on her shoulder; it all spelled trouble for Thia if they couldn't keep their tempers in check. Rulan looked at his friend and smiled a goofy smirk. "Try not to kill anyone yet, eh Slugger? Can't play with your food if you kill it first." Rulan gave her a knowing wink, fully aware of the 'Ardat-Yakshi' persona she tried so very hard to keep alive around strangers. If she wanted to pursue that then Rulan was more than willing to help fabricate the story.


Rulan playfully punched Thia back before heading for the doors in the back of the comms room. From there he went straight past the chatting recruits without a passing glance, heading straight for the elevator. He rode it down two decks until he could walk out into the cargo bay area. He grabbed his bag tightly and ran like a kid at Christmas towards the new mech waiting for him. He dropped his bag near the machine and put his hand on it, stroking it like he would a lover. "Ohhhhh yeahhh, you and I are gonna have a looooong, lovin' relationship. Don't you worry babe, I'll take good care of ya."


Meanwhile, up on the bridge, Darnot decided to check the feeds to see how people were settling in. When he flicked over to the cargo bay feed he stopped dead in his tracks, his beady eyes visibly bugging out.


"Mildly shocked: I think I need an adult."


@CursedDawn @GemShem

 

[GemShem]

Thia swore she could feel one of her veins pop. Her blood immediately began to boil and she curled her hands into fists, tempted to just go all out on a shooting rampage. Sure she had a bit of a temper but the Quarian had no right to take the off-handed comment so damn personally. She was not bunking with the idiot. She refused. "Fuck that I ain't bunking with you." She snarled at Zea, crossing her arms over her chest. Her mood lightened at Rulan's comment immediately, although inwardly she was still fuming she loved to scare people, her claims of being an Ardat-Yakshi proved a useful tactic at times and she nodded, taking it seriously. "Right, although Quarians don't exactly 'taste' as good." A sinister grin made it's way onto her face and she glanced over at her new bunk mate. Seeing as how Zea was in no rush to check out their new quarters, Thia decided it would be best to at least settle herself in, maybe that way she could find some way to drive the Quarian away or somehow swap bunk mates. Maybe she could request to bunk with Rulan? That seemed like a better option than anyone else. She gave one last sweep of the room and ignored the rest within, setting off her room.

 

[CursedDawn]

Without so much as a glance at the angry asari, Zea waved her off dismissively. "Yes because I'm so overjoyed to be stuck with you, if you don't mind I need to work, I need to either find a safe bypass to the trigger mechanism that won't interfere with the rest of the internal computer or find a way to connect the modification without risking such a high possibility of failing to produce the bullet when fired..." she said, her voice trailing off a bit as she spoke, clearly fixated on her work. She was honestly already rather done with dealing with Thia for the time being and would prefer she simply wasn't around right now. "Perhaps if... no no if that were to interfere with the system it would cause problems with proper bullet sizing which might plug up the barrel" she muttered, giving the asari no further mind.

 

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver pulled his trolley through the hallway and into his new living space. It was fairly large, but it had one major flaw. "Awe darnit! It does have a bunk bed!" Looking at the cursed implement of bedding, Oliver weighed his options. He could either sleep on the top and have a repeat of every morning at the orphanage, which is to say falling out of bed every time he wakes up, or he could sleep under the quarter ton krogan.


He chose the top bunk.


Having made the painfully difficult decision, he started setting up the tiny amount of personal belongings he owned, which basically only had three objects of any real note. He propped up his good old wooden guitar on the table in the corner, as well as placing a photo of him and the other orphanage kids, and a framed certificate of attaining the highest rank in Boy Scouts.


Satisfied with his work, Oliver went back to his trolley and looked at the remaining items, the cooking and medical supplies. The medical items would require the longest to sort out, and he had technically already seen the med bay, so he headed out towards the kitchen, where he saw the female vorcha from earlier.


Raising his hand and waving, Oliver decided it would be best to go with his trademark and standard greeting. "Nice to meet you. The name is Oliver and I will be the medic of this crew. I hope we can have a wonderful time working together!" He smiled and held out his hand, hoping that the friendly and pleasant attitude she had at the briefing wasn't just a farce. He didn't need an incident like the last time he gave this greeting to a vorcha. Took a week for the bite mark to go away completely.


@Veirrianna Valentine

 

[KamiKahzy]

Two Days Later

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The Plenix had made it's trip from Illium and was currently cruising at a steady pace. Their destination, unknown to everyone but the pilot, was quickly approaching. And for some the trip couldn't be over fast enough. Some... incidents had occured in the two days it took to travel from the relay to their rendezvous point. Radcet had indeed been sent to the medbay after a talk with Callie, but he had not been shot in the leg like she had threatened. He did find it uncomfortable to sit now though. Meanwhile, Zea and Thia had decided a friendly shooting competition was in order, and nearly wrecked one of the shuttles while firing on a section of steel plate meant for emergency repair. And finally there was Rulan who decided to prank his roomate Kveer by rigging the toilet to flow backwards on him in the middle of the night. Needless to say neither Kveer nor Johle Tar were amused, and he would have made a trip to the airlock had Thia not hid the salarian inside her foot locker. He survived, but not before earning a shiner for picking through Thia's unmentionables.


But it was now the dawn of the third day and the Crew was finally ready to start their job and earn their paychecks. As the planet came into view, Darnot sluggishly raised a massive hand to his eyes and rubbed away any remnants of sleep that remained. The elcor had lost sleep when Rulan decided to play engineer with the ship's head, and he had a hard time getting it back after the ruckus that was raised. He groggily attached his headset and brought up the displays on the bridge, his eyes scanning over the readings as he always did when taking his post. Since elcor weren't known for fast... anything, he had to adapt his interface to allow him to execute maneuvers as other species would. His headset tracked where his eyes focused, and based on where he looked and how he blinked he could control the whole bridge's GUI by sight alone. He was told it was similar to how handicapped people interacted with technology, to which he promptly asked if he could receive disability pay if that were true.


With the rendezvous in sight it was time to rouse the Crew, so Darnot brought up the PA system and announced the first pipe of the day. The speakers crackled to life all around the ship as the eclor's monotone voice droned through in all it's bassy glory. "Official announcement: Now all hands, lay to the comms room. Rendezvous sighted, prepare for mission briefing. Now all hands, lay to the comms room."


Only time would tell if the crew would actually show up to the comms room or simply miss out on the briefing altogether.

 

[Sunbather]

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Location: Com Room

Saraya's journey had been of a rather composed nature. While some of her new crewmates caused a ruckus, be it between each other or with the ship, disturbance was a daily occurence. Of course, the weird Salarian called Rulan was in the pole position, when it came to these ridiculous pranks, only confirming Saraya's assumtions and further strengthening her harsh judgement. Nevertheless, her own experience had been somewhat enjoyable. Her roommate, the unusually civilized Vorcha, was easy to live with. While she had initially disliked her awfully proper and holier-than-thou attitude, it proved to not become a real obstacle. While it wasn't exactly the most sociable two days the Asari ever had - and she figured the same would go for the Vorcha - it wasn't annoying nor stressful either. "Quite the accomplishment on this fucking ship..." she thought a few times. Most of her time was spend in her quarter, where she polished and adjusted her guns. Occassionaly, she'd stroll along the stations, trying to get a feel for the ship. Here and there, she pondered about Oliver, still curious as to why he felt so familar. Today, finally, they seemed to close in on their first assignment. Despite Saraya's rebellious, often sassy attitude, she took her job seriously, and so she immediately got up and made her way towards the com room.


A slick smirk crept into her face, imagining seeing the others, especially Rulan, get their ass lit on fire during their first firefight. A slight chuckle later the doors to her destination slid open, the quiet, metallic swish announcing someone's entry. "Seriously?" She spoke with a hint of disbelief, a stressed out sigh escaping her lips. The Asari put one hand on her hip, while the other was raised and gently massaged the bridge of her nose. "I WOULD be the first one to arrive. Of course. Fucking amateurs." She decided not to stress herself out and symbolically claimed the large chair at the elevated position, facing the assumed rest of the crew. Saraya figured that it would probably belong to either the captain or whoever was responsible for the briefing - but fuck 'em, she was here first. "Get some discipline, maybe you can sit in your chair." she thought while she burried her hands in her pockets. With an emphatic little grunt, she put up her feet, rested them on the podium in front of her and crossed one leg over the other, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive.

 

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver woke to the announcement only to find himself halfway between the bunk and the floor. He time to think one obscenity of which his fully conscious mind would never think to, well, think, before he hit the ground with a loud klang. Getting up from the slowly growing indentation on the floor, Oliver stretched and started to comprehend the message that had sent him plummeting from his slumber.


Normally Oliver would not have slept in the middle of the day, but he had been extremely busy in the medbay for the past several days. He had to first unpack and sort the myriad of supplies, medical instruments, and medicine. That had taken half a day, as he had to go through and categorize the ships medical supplies as well.


For some reason, there had been a Fornax magazine inside a locked cabinet. A special Hanar on Elcor edition. Oliver tried not to think to deeply on what that implied.


After throwing that probable fuel for future nightmares out the air lock, Oliver had spent the rest of the trip preparing the more difficult items. The clean room he had set up was in the final stages of full decontamination. Overall he was prepared for almost any injury the Galaxy could throw at him.


Unfortunately, the first one sent his way was to patch up Radcet's hind quarters. Apparently he had said the wrong thing to Callina, again. Anyway, it had been a relatively simple treatement, though Radcet would not sit normally for at least another week. The second injury was not any better and had to do with a hormone imbalanced salarian who had went through an asari's undergarments. Not his best moments when he thought back to them, but defiantly the most unique.


Finally Oliver arrived at the comm room to find that Raya was already there and had taken the seat at the podium. Waving, he went up to the strangely familar asari. "So, is nobody else here or is your roommate invisible in the corner?"


@Sunbather

 

[general ostruppen]

Radcet and chester had been in the armory while everyone was still asleep Before the announcement. his right leg was somewhat sore still from the Callie slamming him to the floor and nearly had his legs socket dislocated, luckily chester was able to break the two up with a kinetic shield. Course radcet Apollogized but even then she still seemed pissed. He went to the medical bay which took two hours to find and met up with Oliver. Oliver was able to patch him up easily and radcet went back to the room and just decided to relax and just stop talking for the day.


For the past few days radcet and chester had been spending more time in the armory. They were able to improve small kinks in the armor such as sensors, more room in the archive chip, and the navigation. Radcet had attempted to talk to the other members and some of them were considered friendly or just incooperative, and he gets it. He attempted again to talk to Callie but just received a gun to the head, he continued to talk to her even in that state. She ended up just walking away from the idiot.


About a few minutes from adjusting some mods into his assault rifle, he heard the announcement, he put his helmet back on and headed off to the comm room. There he met with Oliver and Raya, "hey doc thanks for the patch up." He approaches with a pat on the shoulder.


@AlphaDraco

 

[Sunbather]

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Location: Com Room

Saraya nodded welcoming as Oliver approached her. As he started to talk, a little smile creeped into her face. "Oh god, don't give me nightmares. Invisible Vorchas are the last thing we need. Well, second last. After Rulan." She smirked more and more, now yawning almost demonstratively, as if to show how little she cared where her roommate was. In reality, this was more act than true. Saraya had long dropped her animosity against the girl, now feeling more indifferent. "Nah, she's not here. But with her girlscout attitude, I'm sure she's not gonna be late." The Asari ended her sentence with a little grunt, as if the formality of the Vorcha personally offended her. Then, noticing her own behavior, she shrugged apologetically, not taking a word back, however.


"How is it going with you and the Krogan? Brixx? You two get along?" She spoke, looking up at him. Her eyes staring directly into his', she grew more unsettled. From where, in all heavens that have ever been believed in, did she know him? While the lack of knowledge itched in her mind, she glanced over, seeing Radcet approach. "Your patient's here." she mumbled to Oliver, nodding in his direction before waving back. Her motion seemed a bit... sarcastic, in a way, but she still yelled back rather enthusiastically. "And there's actually responsible person numero tres!"

 

[AlphaDraco]

The asari's worry of an invisible Rulan made Oliver laugh. If that Salarian ever did get a cloaking device, the crew would most likely revolt, either that or Oliver would suddenly have a lot more patients from prank related injuries.


In response to the question on Brixx, Oliver could only shrug. "I don't know. He doesn't speak much and keeps to himself. I think we're on good terms though." Honestly that Krogan was a mystery to Oliver. He kept to himself, yet was calm and collected. Definitely abnormal for a Krogan.


Then Raya looked straight into his eyes, and he looked into hers. She was so familiar, uncannily so. It upset Oliver that he just could not place where he knew her from. He had to know. Luckily Radcet came came along to take his mind off the issue.


"Well, here's the first patient of this voyage. How is your injury? Any swelling or inflamed lymph nodes?"


@general ostruppen

 

[Effervescent]

Kveer slept only somewhat better than most nights. The medicine Oliver had provided relieved his headaches long enough for longer increments of sleep and less interruptions in his REM cycle. The night before their arrival, he was met with a more natural awakening as his bladder screamed for relief. Night trips to the toilet was often done with his eyes closed. It was easier to fall asleep that way. His lethargic hand reached out into the darkness in an attempt to find the lever after his business concluded, relief washing over him to set him to a relaxed state once again. But instead of hearing the telltale woosh of a flush as Kveer pushed down the lever, the water continued to build and build, the churning of the whirlpool of piss bubbling and spilling over the metallic lip of the toilet as it began to overflow.


His bare feet shifted weight uncomfortably in the thin layer of watered down urine, and a quiet curse escaped his lips. What a night. At this point he had to open his eyes. He had a mess to clean and a toilet to fix! Kveer set to the task, ultimately finding the toilet to have been rigged. A sigh escaped him, and that was all that would be heard from him the rest of the night so as to not disturb his prankster of a roommate. He wasn't about to give Rulan the satisfaction of further reaction.


And so the following morning, Kveer rose from his slumber exhausted, dark circles ringing his half-lidded gaze as he entered the comms room. Despite the lack of sleep, he held himself composed and his posture straight. It was time for business, and he was used to working on varying degrees of sleep deprivation. He nodded over to the trio present as he approached and adjusted his monochromatic armor.


"Good morning," Kveer chimed with a little bounce in his tone. His expression did not match the melodious air his voice carried.


@AlphaDraco @Sunbather @general ostruppen

 

[CursedDawn]

Zea awoke, feeling quite groggy, she still wasn't used to sleeping in this ship. She preferred the constant background noises she was accustomed too on the Migrant Fleet, she'd even adjusted her own ship to mimic the sounds to help her. She shook her head to wake herself up a bit more, finally shoving herself out of her bunk. Digging through one of her packs she pulled out her water and took a few swallows, doing the same for her nutrient past next, though healthier than actual food it wasn't exactly pleasant tasting, though she was long since used to it as it was much easier to deal with than normal food with her suit.


Seeing Thia was still asleep for the moment Zea opted to let her sleep more and made her to the upper deck to hopefully find a quiet place to work. She'd spent most of the last couple of days calibrating and adjusting the ships weapons, easily increasing their power and accuracy, though the power draw was now roughly 6% higher, negligible by most standards but she was unsatisfied with that outcome. Before she could get anywhere but the elevator however the pilot's announcement came over the intercom. "I was wondering how long it would be... At least I don't have to stop partway through my work" she thought, finding the timing convenient.


Upon entering she nodded in greeting towards the four already present, leaving them to their own conversation. "Looks like we're going to be waiting a while for the others, might as well kill some time" she thought. She began flipping through weapon schematics in her omni-tool, thinking of plans for future adjustments and throwing some out immediately due to some small issue or another.

 

[Broken-Angel]

At the sound of their ever 'expressive', pilot, Callina looked up from her omi-tool and raised a brow at the command. For most of the morning, now that her annoying roommate was gone for the morning, she was able to research and look up some mods for her 'signing bonus'. Anticipation washed over her as a smirk grew across her lips. It was about time that some action was finally happening. Callina was beginning to get beyond bored being cooped up in this ship with all these people. And not one person here could she have any sort of conversation with. Nor any form of entertainment for her. Well, that wasn't the complete truth. She did however find some of the pranks that the technic-colored Rulan, performed were quite amusing. Too bad she never thought some of those up for herself to get her roommate. Though the one morning a few days ago, was quite relieving. Did she feel bad for what she did to the annoying human? Not in the least. He deserved it. He did after all sift through her personal journal. He was lucky that was all her got away with. She had killed people for a lot less than that after all.


Climbing down from her bunk, she patted her leg motioning for Mouse to follow her. Though the varren never left her side to begin with, she liked to make sure he stayed close. Less reason for someone to blame the poor creature for something. Though the night he 'found', Radcet's under garments, was the best one yet. It wasn't poor Mouse's fault that the Human denied him his own territory in the room. Piss Mouse off and you get your boxers eaten. Plain and simple as that. The varren looked up at her and wagged his thin tail, his tongue hanging out. Callina, smiled and bent down to scratch under his chin and earned a satisfied low growl from the creature. She smiled again and then proceeded to walk out of the room and down to the comms room.


Upon entering the large room, she noticed that a few people were already here. She scanned the room quickly and sat down more towards a corner of them room. Taking her usual stature, she crossed her legs and crossed her arms over her chest. Mouse, went to his usual spot. Laying just under her legs and keeping an eye on everyone else. Especially Radcet. Mouse made sure to not that Human wonder too far out of his field of vision. Callina, lightly rocked her foot back and forth as she waited for everyone else to fill the room and get the rundown on their first mission. The thrill of going out and hunting down some scum bag, that wasn't her roommate, got her amped up and ready to get this thing going. She just had to try and learn to be patient as this point and she hated that.

 

[DiamondJack]

Brixx, not sleeping much as is, was awake as the announcement rang through the ship. He watched Oliver leave the room the two shared without saying a word, in fact, Brixx hadn't said a word to anyon since he threatened to Kneecap Oliver with a Graal. Brixx was unsure of this crew, it was weird to him. Something didn't sit right with him about the chosen members. Hell, even Brixx was a shot in the dark as far as the Boss was concerned.


Brixx holstered his shotguns on his hips and slung his Kishock Harpoon Gun over his shoulder as he slowly made his way to the door of his room. from there he took his sweet-ass time getting to the comms room. Once there he saw that a few had arrived before him, he honestly didn't care if he was the first one or the last one in the room. Brixx scanned the room and looked for a place to sit. He decided to be ballsy and take a seat not to far from Callina. The female Turian intrigued him. Most Krogan hated Turians, and Brixx had put down his fair share of Turian Blue Sun mercenaries who thought it would be fun to pick on a lone Krogan, but Brixx found the aliens interesting. Then again, Brixx found most aliens interesting.


Brixx took his Disciple shotgun out of it's holster and began polishing it. The Asari gun had to be white so it was constantly dirty...

 

[KamiKahzy]

Rulan groaned audibly when he heard the pipe come over the ship's speakers. He reached up groggily and grabbed the pillow covering his head, then threw it feebly at the speaker in protest. It's flight wasn't a straight shot so much as a weak arc which caused it to hit the deck pathetically. Rulan slowly raised his back, allowing his head to slump against the bed as he stretched his muscles and cracked his joints. He eventually lifted his head after he worked out a particularly nagging kink in his right leg, blinking his bleary eyes at the synthetic light shining down on him. He hoped he would've had more time to sleep before they arrived at their destination, but apparently fate decided today was a good day to shit on his parade. He couldn't really argue that since he had spent several hours rigging the toilet to back up on his groggy roommate, and after smelling the faint residue of piss Rulan allowed himself a hearty chuckle as he crawled off the top bunk. He was very curious to see Kveer's face when he saw him in the comms room later. For now though he had to freshen up, and took about 15 minutes to wash himself and don some less pointy but equally colorful clothing from his wardrobe.


Rulan walked out of the berthing and down the hall into the comms room, hands in his pockets and strutting like he was king of the universe. He looked around and saw some people already gathered and waiting on the others. Rulan was glad he wasn't the last one up, gave him an excuse to give that unlucky soul shit when they finally arrived. He noticed the other asari, Raya he thought, sitting as cozy as could be in the captain's chair. He laughed at that and walked right up to her before leaning against the console and looking down at her. "Damn shame I didn't wake up earlier, I had the same idea." Rulan then looked around at the others assembled just to get an idea of who he had to sit with. The human with the ass wound was mulling around, very pointedly avoiding the seats for now. Rulan couldn't help but chuckle at that, rather admiring the turian girl for her choice of wound. But then Rulan's eyes fell on his 'elated' roommate and his grin broadened considerably as he addressed him. "'Eyyyyy, it's the night pisser! You sleep alright dude?"

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

(Time skipping ahead to the morning, sorry for no response to Oliver but all my notifs here stopped, including, oddly enough, you mentioning me @AlphaDraco )


Lania and Rorschach crawled out of the rather comfy cubby she'd made for herself down in the Supplies bay of the ship. While she had initially intended of going to her room, she decided that maybe the best thing to do would be to give Saraya her space. The Asari wasn't someone that Lania felt she couldn't get along with, just one that she didn't necessarily want to face before going to bed. An old philosophy was never go to sleep angry, and since the Asari didn't seem to care much for her it was clearly best for both of them if she kept to herself. Of course that was for the first night and while she had spent a bit of time in the room it didn't take long for her to realise she preferred being closer to the kitchens. Since then had come to find her new spot in the Supplies Room quite comfortable, and the routes from it to the kitchen and cleaning areas were shorter than if she'd been in her room anyway.


Stretching out any kinks in her muscles, Lania gave a hearty yawn before heading towards the maintenance hatch that would lead her up towards the comms room, or at least as close to it as possible. It may have seemed odd to make them her personal means of locomotion about the ship, but they weren't too terribly small, especially given her size, and it also meant she could learn the map of the inner workings should there ever be a more viable reason to have to use them.


When the announcement had been made Lania fasttracked first to the kitchen, and then to the comms room. It seemed that the comms room hadn't had actual access straight from the maintenance hatches, but it did have an air duct she was small enough to crawl through, and having done so she wound up silently squeezing out of it and onto a beam above, surprise surprise, Saraya, who was enjoying her seat in a rather plush looking seat. Not even a second later she saw Oliver enter the room. Oliver was a nice man, and she didn't have anything negative in her thoughts about him. She remembered him trying to speak to her in the kitchen the first day, but her mind was too wrapped up in making a rather extraordinary meal out of the bountiful ingredients stocked, and he seemed to have wandered off shortly after, or at least she thought he had, she'd been too focussed on her food. Today though he was talking easily with Saraya, making jokes about her being invisible no less, and right after Radcet appeared as well.


Lania kept to her perch for the most part as the other's filed in, and simply pet Rorsch as he laid across her chest. The group, with out a doubt, definitely seemed to be getting along a lot better than they had been, save for maybe Rulan annoying the hell out of most everyone with his antics... including her. Wrapping an arm around Rorsch and keeping him tight to her chest, the Vorcha locked her other hand's claws tight onto the beam as she rolled sideways and swung down, landing amongst the crowd before letting Rorschach go and run about to sniff at peoples ankles and beg for pettings.


"Morning everyone, I figured I had might as well make my appearance sooner or later. Saraya, enjoying the solitude? Oliver, sorry about ignoring you the other day, they have so many ingredients on this ship and I got a little lost. Everyone else, I hop you're all doing well in so far... and Rulan," Lania grimaced. She really didn't like him. He was loud obnoxious and rude, but he also was not nearly as clever nor skilled in the art of theft as she was, and what she was about to do proved it, "I was wondering if you wanted half your savings back?"


Holding out a credit chit, Lania's grimace shifted to a somewhat cocky smile.


"It is quite a large amount, I was actually surprised. Keep mind that stealing it for good wasn't m plan, just a... lesson... that you sleep through the most amazing occurrences. Oh, and the thumb sucking thing when you sleep? Priceless." she laughed gaily as she tossed the chit towards the Salarian. She wasn't sure if he actually sucked his thumb in his sleep, but since he was sleeping when not awake, as per how that tends to work, he wouldn't know either.


From there she walked quietly over next to where Brixx was sitting and decided to watch the Krogan clean his firearm. It wasn't for any real reason other than curiosity and the fact that out of the limited amount of time she'd spent interacting with the crew, he seemed to have been the most like minded to herself if the first day was anything to go off of.

 

[Sunbather]

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Location: Com Room

Saraya let the two men speak in peace. Raya felt a bit weirded out by Kveer, though she wasn't really sure as to why herself. Although she wasn't really aware of his headaches and sleeping problems, maybe his sleep-deprived self made him seem off to the Asari. In any case, Saraya sensed some sort of problem around the bald man. Nevertheless, he didn't give her a hard time, so she was gonna give him the same courtesy and simply keep half an eye on him. Just as Oliver spoke up, Rulan sppeared and approached her. She had long let out a groan and rolled her eyes visibly. Saraya had stalled the moment she'd look at him, eventually giving him a look that might just actually be able to kill. Her face muscles tensed up and an evil glare on her face, she scoffed at him. "Is that so?" Her words carried a noticable amount of cyncism. "You know, you're lucky you are you. If someone else would've told me that you and I had the same idea, I might just shoot their head off, for insulting me." She grinned rather devilishly and considered adding a 'Well, you're not really lucky being you, I guess.' but just in that moment, her theoretical roommate appeared. Saraya figured that, for now, she had antagonized the Salarian enough anyways.


She raised an eyebrow at the Vorcha's words. "I've certainly had worse." she replied with a little chuckle, and demonstratively let herself sink a little deeper into the cozy chair. Symbolism aside, it really was a comfortable little spot. "You know, it's none of my business where you are during the night, Lania, but... the beds are pretty comfortable. And I'd hope you aren't afraid of these silly pranks from my side." This was as far as Saraya was willing to be friendly to a complete stranger, and she hoped the attempt of being sociable would get through her attitude. She cracked her neck's muscles and leaned back again, as Lania adressed Rulan. Though she felt it was odd that someone like her would seek out dialogue with the punk, the Krogan caught her eye. She noticed that Brixx cleaned his gun. An activity Saraya often filled her time with herself, but mostly, she smirked at the weapon itself. "A krogan with an Asari gun... Heh..." She murmured her words more to herself than to anyone in particular, and certainly not loud enough for the Krogan to hear it. However, she felt compelled to pull her out gun. The Claymore was instantly recognizable to passionate firearm enthusiasts, and somehow, Raya figured Brixx would probably belong into that group. Mostly, however, she figured a Krogan would recognize the weapon. Rather subtly, she started to whip out a little rag and clean the surface, as a few words from Lania ripped her out of her thought.


"You're sucking your thumbs, Rulan? Oh my, isn't that adorably lame?" She let out a hearty laugh and clapped her own thighs out of amusement. "Fucking priceless." She nodded towards the Vorcha with a sly smirk. "Guess I was wrong about you." she admitted and shrugged, still estatic about the girl embarrassing the Salarian. She patted the short alien on the back, a little stronger than necessary. "Aaah, don't cry, boy, I'm sure there's plenty of... hah... infamous adventurers who... haha... sucked on their thumb after they got their shit taken from them... Gh... hahaha!" She could barely contain her giggling as she spoke, finally bursting out laughing.

@Veirrianna Valentine @DiamondJack @KamiKahzy

 

[AllHailDago]

Senthus had woken up quite a bit before the call to the communications room. He usually woke up rather early. It was a habit he picked up in the military. He spent the time cleaning his guns, and that's exactly what he had been doing when he fell back asleep. He made it through all his weapons before drifting off with Dhalia in his hands. That was how he found himself when he woke to the announcement.


He put all his guns except Dhalia into their respective duffel bags. Then after hopping off the top bunk he slung his Widow over his shoulder and eyed his sleeping roommate. He thought of maybe waking him, but then he remembered how the fellow Turian had attempted "asserting him self as the alpha" when they met. Senthus' mandibles and face went through the Turian equivelant of impish glee at how that went for him.


He left him to sleep while leaving for the comms room. When he got there it appeared most everyone else already arrived, if he was rembembering correctly. Several were conversing already, and he decided to just take a seat. He spotted the other Turian in the room, sitting towards a corner with her varren. On a whim he decided to sit close enough to her they could talk if she wanted, but not too close to maybe annoy her. While he waited for whatever was supposed to happen he began polishing his M-98 Widow, Dhalia. He had to admit, he was a tad excited for the action, but also quite wary of this mysterious "Boss".

 

[GemShem]

Thia groaned in frustration as the lights in her room flickered on and she shoved her pillow over her head, falling back into a dreamless state within mere seconds, her snores filling the room. It was an age before the grumpy asari groggily turned over, her pillow flopping onto the floor with a soft thud and her pistol being taken with it, the metallic smack making her flinch. "Let's hope that thing still works properly...." She narrowed her eyes at it and hopped out of bed, examining it quickly and getting dressed. As usual, she was probably late. Very late. In no hurry, Thia yawned, finally holstering her weapons and making her way over to the comms room, spotting pretty much everyone and deciding it'd be best to stick with Rulan.


She greeted the strangely dressed salarian with a gruff "Mornin'"' and nodded briefly to the other asari. Even the minimal acknowledgment made Thia uncomfortable, she'd gotten so used to ignoring those of her own kind, or rather, those who would....disagree with Thia's methods and claims. Either way, until she knew more about her, Thia's intention was to steer clear as per usual. She skimmed the room briefly, too tired to really care about who was who and what was going on.





@KamiKahzy

 

[Effervescent]

"'Eyyyyy, it's the night pisser! You sleep alright dude?"


Kveer was too tired for this rodeo. Never the less, he adorned a grin and clapped Rulan on the back. "Like a baby," he responded melodically. "Seems like you were out like a light last night. Probably for the best. I've been told I snore." The friendly attitude was a strain to maintain, especially when he did not particularly care about anyone present. They were just coworkers, and a means to gather currency more efficiently than on his own. He'd always found it best to act as though he liked the people he worked with. It allowed for better functionality in the field until they parted ways. Not many present seemed to get that tactic. Everyone was blatantly causing dysfunction showing an apparent lack of tactical sense. This work was going to be a nightmare.


The vorcha was either playing the same game he was or was actually just as friendly as Oliver. Her jab towards Rulan was subtle and still held an air of mirth, like a playful joke instead of a calculated attack. Either way, he felt like he could rely more on her than on Saraya who had begun a fit of passive-aggressive laughter towards his Salarian roommate. He held his hands up in mock surrender.


"Well, I know who to keep my fundings away from," he said, a huff of a laugh escaping him. "Damn."

 

[KamiKahzy]

Rulan barely had time to register what the vorcha girl said when she threw a credit chit his way. He was barely able to catch it after juggling it a few times in the air on accident. With the cold plastic firmly in hand it finally dawned on him what the implications were and his jaw dropped to the side as he cocked his eyes open in utter astonishment. And in truth he wasn't sure what was angering him more, the fact he was just robbed or that his roomie seemed completely unfazed by his late night antics. Both irked him to no end, and words were escaping Rulan as he tried vainly to find the proper expression for his current state of mind. Unfortunately all he was able to do was open and close his mouth like a fish, so after a moment of brain failure he just angrily shoved the chit into a pocket and sulked over to a seat around the 'fire pit' (which, ironically enough, was showing a virtual fire blazing in the center of the display ring).


As if on cue, the second Rulan's butt hit the cushion the fire blinked out of existence and the Boss' shadowy visage came crackling to life from the projectors.


"Good morning everyone, I'm glad to see you're all he-... Well, most of you are here. We'll check on dear Gantt later. For now though let's go into the mission briefing, as we're getting dangerously close to being late. Darnot?"


The Boss' figure disappeared just as quickly as it had came, and in it's place were various data screens and pictures showcasing what looked like a snowy bunker. The planet display showed a very white planet with only a smattering of gray to break up it's uniform surface. Alongside the picture of the bunker was a detailed blueprint, supposedly for the bunker itself.


"Our rendezvous point is a remote laboratory on the planet Noveria. As some of you may know Noveria is a private research planet that works within a unique and lucrative loophole of citadel space. Private companies and firms may perform otherwise 'questionable' research here so long as they adhere to certain guidelines. Our illustrious political client has been funding this particular lab for several years now, and considers it a safe place to conduct the transfer of his family to our protection. Personally I think this a rather obvious place to hide one's family if they were in his position, but he was insistent and so we must work with it.""


"The plan is simple: half of you will take a shuttle down to the surface and retrieve the family. This is for two reasons. One: we do not wish to scare the family with excess firepower. Two: we have some... 'colorful' Crewmen aboard and I'd rather certain individuals stay on the ship until the family is in our custody. That means you, Mr. Giral."


Rulan flipped off the displays in response.


"The ground team will make contact with the lab and announce their presence to the security team. They'll flag you through to their loading bay and escort you to wherever they have the Intendent's family housed. From their you'll escort the family to the shuttle, fly them back to the Plenix, and then it's a three day journey to their intended garden world. They've planned for a two week vacation in total, so we must keep vigilant while the family remains in our care. After their vacation is over we'll fly them back to the Citadel safe and sound, and you all will receive your signing bonuses as promised."


"The ground team will consist of Brixx, Mr. Thomson, Mr. Khalel, Mr. Molkorinth, Ms. Dal'Avin and Mr. Thoraib. As Mr. Molkorinth has the most experience with tactics and team management, he will be the squad leader while you're on planet. He will be in charge of presenting our fine group to the family and the lab's security, and as such he should be afforded the respect a squad leader is due." A heavy snort came from Rulan's direction at the mention of 'respect'. "Personally I would have loved to assign Ms. Lania as our spokesperson for this assignment, but vorcha still have a rather... unpleasant stigma about them. I am truly sorry my dear."


"The only other advice I can give is to be cautious. As I said before, the threats made against the Intendent have been very clever in their delivery. It leads me to believe that whoever is making them is someone we should be wary of. I have checked all my sources and from what I can tell the facility is well guarded and free of any strange activity that would denote a mole. That said, my reach can only go so far. Be alert for anything strange while you're there."


"And that is all that I have for you at the moment. Are there any questions before you disperse?"

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

From her spot on the floor Lania listened well to the plan, and couldn't help but let her eyes fall in discouragement at the mention of why she couldn't attend that mission. Not that she didn't fully understand the reasoning, it was just a shame, for her at least. Still, he felt bad about having to drop the news too, and she knew that for a discreet mission, sending Lania the kindly Vorcha was going to be anything but discreet. Still, she most certainly did have questions for the boss, and she stood up to make sure her presence was known when she spoke.


"You said the ground team. It makes me wonder, did you just say ground team because it's a team on the ground, or are those of us left on the ship meant for another cause?" the svelte Vorcha inquired. It was a fair question too, and even if she understood why they were wanting to keep her here, it didn't mean she couldn't think of something to do if they didn't have a task for her. Which reminded her, "If there isn't a secondary team, by the way,then perhaps I could still serve use on the ground after all. We seem to have a fine plan Alpha, but if things go sideways we'll need a plan Bravo. A Vorchan cargo handler left at the vessel, a particular Vorchan cargo handler that is adept at stealth and can fit into most vents for quick manoeuvrability to areas that may be locked down or otherwise blocked off may serve use, if my use is not required elsewhere. After all, who pays any heed to a simple Vorchan cargo handler?"


Casting her eyes around, Lania watched to see how others took to her idea in tactics. In her mind it made sense, but she wanted to know where she ranked with the group, who scrutinised her, who appraised her... who seemed to view her as a potential threat, other than Rulan anyway.It was time the team started coming together, as the Boss was right, some of the individuals were quite... colourful. It would be good to know where she stood amongst the group.

 

[DiamondJack]

Brixx laughed as his name was called for the ground team. He was going to be a representative of the Boss and the crew to this family of vacationers. Brixx was a little more on the fight and kill side, less on the public relations side. Brixx wasn't going to complain, but he did have some burning questions, "You just said we weren't trying to scare the family right?"





Brixx stood up and looked around the room with a grin on his scaly face, "I am a scarred up Krogan. I'm not exactly what a kid would look at and say 'puppy.' As for not scaring them with fire power, I'm armed to the teeth. If you're suggestion is to leave my guns behind, I'll respectfully decline this one. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or nothin' like that, but isn't there someone better suited to this task on the ship team than me?"





Brixx then thought for a moment, "Unless you intend to use me as some sort of show of strength to this family, in which case I am all for this ground team thing. Am I right about that?"





Brixx really hoped he was right, he'd love to represent strength for the team. He could just be wrong, he could just not be understanding the situation correctly at all, in which case he just made a huge fool of himself with his first words in two days...

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

"Actually Brixx," Lania spoke as she turned to the Krogan, realising she was almost as tall as his waist at best, "The idea is to let them know they're going to be protected. A Krogan warrior holding guard against those that would act aggressive against them? That would be a reassurance for sure, and a deterrent against those that would think that the family and their guard be easy picking. Not that anyone here looks like they would make for easy pickings, it's just... you know... Krogans."


Over all the team, in her eyes, were genius. An equal amount of force and friendliness to make sure that one would not think they leaned too far one way or another. Shrugging as she waited for Boss to respond, Lania sat back down next to Brixx as Rorschach leapt upon the her lap to beg for pets from her.

 

[Sunbather]

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Location: Com Room

Saraya had allowed herself to sink deep into the cozy captain's chair. Her hands behind her head and her legs crossed, she looked unusually content with the world. Rulan's thumb sucking story had cheered her up tremendously. A bright grin on her face, she had swirled the chair around to face the digital gameplan that had appeared in place of their employer. "Mhhh..." A thoughtful sound escaped her, as she had squinted her eyes a little bit, head tilted to the side. "Sounds kind of boring to be honest." Saraya shrugged apologetically, the raised and eyebrow and leaned forward, already predicting the reactions. "What? I mean, come on... Travelling buddies for some rich dude's main squeeze and brat seems kind of... lame." she said with a bit of an annoyed chuckle underneath her words. "I guess though..."





She began the sentence, stood up, brought her arms over her head and stretched herself heartily. Her full length extended, she let out a satisfied sigh only to crack her neck audibly, like a boxer on the old days of earth. "I guess if this guys' plan is really that much shit, we'll get some visitors, eh?" She seemed awfully excited over the thought of intruders compromising their mission. "Alright, let's do it. Oh by the way, you, shadow glob." She waved her hand through the air, unsure where to point it at, as the shadowy figure had long disappeared, visually. "Remember, I want my bonus after the first mission. And don't think I'll let you off on that, just 'cause it's an easy one." Saraya winked in a rather flirtatious manner, though the context made it more than obvious it was more of a daring gesture. She was unusually quiet about not being named leader. What the rest of the crew didn't know just yet - and, after her mouthing off against Lina, couldn't guess either - was that Raya had a rather high opinion on Turians, so she was fine with working a mission under Turian lead.