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Post by Eric Lysander on May 7, 2014 8:05:52 GMT -6
Eric looked over Murdach's prisoner. "... trophy hunting, eh? Considering everyone else did most o' the work..."
In past missions he was tempted a few times to keep something of the enemy himself, other than appropriating weapons and ammunition after his own were used up. But he could not get past the concept of holding on to a reminder of something that nearly ended your life, something you hated with a vengeance. The geth had killed many of Eric's comrades and every VI he had to contend with, every robot that went along its way carrying out its program reminded him of that loss. It was enough to know that in the contest between you and your enemy, you had prevailed. That you lived to fight another day was a prize in itself.
"Something tells me it's not as simple as that. Care to explain yourself, crewman?"
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Post by Maelstrom on May 7, 2014 14:06:54 GMT -6
"Can we talk in your shuttle?" Shala'Bekk asked.
Maelstrom extended an arm toward the elevator. "As good a place as any, I suppose."
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on May 7, 2014 21:19:12 GMT -6
"I'll need to pick up something first," Shala said. "Can I meet you there?"
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Post by Maelstrom on May 7, 2014 21:39:29 GMT -6
"Can I meet you there?" Shala'Bekk asked.
"I meant to catch up with Mister Bridges and Mister Lysander anyway. I'll meet you down there," Maelstrom said, before heading off to the elevator and starting for the lower deck.
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Post by Game Master on May 7, 2014 22:44:32 GMT -6
[GM Note: Left message for Eric and Murchadc on interrogation. I'll get started on the first part to kick things off]
Charlene Donnelly tested her binding, trying to see how loose it was. She frowned, finding it didn't have much give at all. She huffs, blowing some of her hair out of her face
"I never saw a Collector before," she lied, glaring over at Eric. "So maybe I was trying to collect some souvenirs. Big deal." She gave a half-hearted shrug. Her obvious lie was a clear challenge to the three. She wasn't intimidated in the slightest.
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 8, 2014 9:09:54 GMT -6
Eric snorted and folded his arms. "And the napalm bomb was for a victory barbecue, right? Please..."
He thought a second and then his eyes flashed with inspiration. "Well you're in luck, my dear. It just so happens we have a Collector penned up in one of our storage compartments. Nice, cozy little space..."
A sinister grin parted his lips.
"Big enough for two. You don't start talking within the next sixty seconds you're gonna get to see one alive and up close. Between your curiosity, the headache it's gonna have when it wakes up, it’s missing hand and the fact that we ganked all his buddies..."
Eric leaned into her face. "I'm sure you two'll have puh-lenty to talk about... my money's on the bug..."
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on May 8, 2014 12:20:06 GMT -6
"I'll meet you there," Maelstrom said as he headed off.
Good, she thought as she watched him disappear. Her parting gift to him had popped in her head just after she gave away her shotgun. There had been a lot of initial resistance, but in the end she knew it was the right thing to do. But that doesn't make giving it away any easier, she thought as she headed to her sleeping pod.
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Post by Maelstrom on May 12, 2014 2:58:57 GMT -6
Eric leaned into her face. "I'm sure you two'll have puh-lenty to talk about... my money's on the bug..."
Maelstrom had been looking to catch up with Lysander and Bridges. He had not expected to find them with Miss Donnelly tied up. For a moment he wondered if there was a serious issue or if the three men gathered and the woman had a serious and disturbing kinky side. Removing his SMG from the holster and approaching cautiously, he asked, "What's going on, gentlemen?"
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on May 12, 2014 4:23:20 GMT -6
Not wanting Maelstrom to know her gift right away, Shala had put it in a small carrying case and slung it over her shoulder. As she approached his shuttle, it did not open like it had for their first talk.
I guess he's not done speaking with the captain, she thought.
Just in case he was in there and hadn't noticed her arrival, she knocked on the door, but got no response. With a shrug, she sat down next to it and waited for him to return.
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 12, 2014 9:00:57 GMT -6
"What's going on, gentlemen?"
Eric’s neck crooked about. Maelstrom approached the group with weapon in hand. Eric stood back from the ship’s latest prisoner, his hands moving to rest on his hips.
“Hey, Mal. Glad to see you’re doin’ okay.” He cocked his head at the prisoner. “Murdach caught this young lady outside snippin’ Collector fingers. Also found a pretty nasty little bomb on her. She was just about to explain herself…”
Eric was back in her face again. “Weren’t you? By the way, thirty seconds left…”
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Post by Maelstrom on May 12, 2014 9:06:05 GMT -6
Emily activated his omni-tool, showing him a visual of Shala waiting by his shuttle. Maelsrom did not like being pulled two ways at once, but he decided to meet with Shala rather thank keep her waiting. Turning to Lysander, he said, "I'll be back in a few. I'll be interested to hear what this young woman says."
He quickly made his way around his mech and to the shuttle, where he found the young quarian woman waiting. She was sitting next to the shuttle and holding a small carrying case. He wondered what might have been in it.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "I ran into a bit of a scene on my way."
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on May 12, 2014 22:49:26 GMT -6
"It's all right," she said. "I know we're not the only two people in the galaxy."
That thought stuck with her as she imagined what they would do. Would they attempt to mate in order to try to keep sentient life in the galaxy? She was very glad for her faceplate as she felt herself blushing at the thought of them being physically intimate.
"I'm just glad you were able to make it," she said, suddenly anxious to complete their business together.
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Post by Maelstrom on May 13, 2014 2:12:22 GMT -6
"I'm just glad you were able to make it," the quarian added, seeming suddenly more uncomfortable than he could ever recall her being.
Figuring it would be best to allow her some privacy, as she obviously had something important on her mind, Maelstrom activated his omni-tool and opened the hatch to his shuttle. He held out an arm to welcome her onto the small craft before entering it himself. Emily was nowhere to be seen, Maelstrom having developed additional security protocols in light of the number of times the crew joined him aboard the small ship.
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on May 13, 2014 5:50:29 GMT -6
As Shala entered the shuttle, she felt herself calming down. Just a few steps, and she went from a bundle of nerves to calm and collected. As she thought about it, she believed it may be because this was the shuttle of a person who believed in privacy, that sometimes you needed to just be by yourself.
She reached out and touched a wall. "A good ship," she whispered.
Okay, here goes...
"Thank you for seeing me," she said. "I wanted to give you something."
She set the bag on the floor, opened it and reached in, but suddenly it was as if the item was in the grip of a singularity; she couldn't bring the item out.
To cover her nervousness, she said, "I'm grateful Captain Bridges gave me this opportunity, but I don't think this is the life for me. But at the same time, I don't think I can return to the Fleet. I think I'm going to try living on my own for a while."
Look at him! Keelah se'lai, you owe him that much!
She looked over at him and said, "You're sailing difficult seas, Maelstrom, and you're far from home, but I wanted to give you a little piece of it, something to hold on to until you get there."
The singularity suddenly died. She pulled out the item and handed it to him as if she were handing over an infant. "It's a blanket my father gave me when I was five," she said. "This word sewn into it, it says 'Rannoch'. He said to me, 'No matter where you go, you carry our home with you.' I know Rannoch is not your home, but I think a home is wherever you feel safe and at ease, and I think, with the voyage you're taking, you're going to need it more than me."
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Post by Maelstrom on May 13, 2014 6:29:23 GMT -6
"I think, with the voyage you're taking, you're going to need it more than me," Shala'Bekk said, handing him the carefully-folded blanket.
Maelstrom took the blanket, handling it carefully and handling it gently. He suppressed his first impulse, to insist that she keep it, to say that he had enough blankets to keep warm and that it was better off with her. Though he was comfortable with giving gifts, both meaningful and otherwise, to others, accepting gifts with meaning like this had been a difficulty for him for as long as he could remember. Since even before he was Maelstrom.
Instead, he said, "Thank you for this, Shala. I know how much a gift like this means."
He paused for a moment, considering things. "I have very little to offer others aside from my talents. If you find yourself in trouble, don't hesitate to call."
Maelstrom took another moment to think before adding, "I would ask another thing of you. My ship takes fire every now and again, when I'm on missions. I'd greatly value being able to call on your talents. It's rare to find a mechanic you can trust these days. Plus, it would be good to visit a friend now and again."
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on May 19, 2014 2:53:16 GMT -6
Shala felt herself blushing again, but this time with pride at his remarks. "I'd like that, but I have no idea where I'm going to be," she said. "But once I do, I'll let you know."
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