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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Jun 15, 2014 17:33:24 GMT -6
Karn generally stopped caring after the last few crates held nothing of much value, himself sighing out in an agitated way from the lack of surprise these 'mysterious' crates held. He simply glances over at the scotsman, before shrugging his broad shoulders. The cracking of conversations over the radios drew his attention overall, himself blinking in realization. "Havin' more fun then me, I take it..", Karn mutters, though he himself was filled with enough enjoyment, standing around crates wasn't exactly his way of having a 'good time'.. ..If he ignored the fact he broke a guys bones with a single hit, god knows what fun was to him.
Karn types on his omni-tool, before speaking up, "Cargo bay secured.. Me n' the human cleaned it up nicely and neatly.." The sound of the body stuck in the wall sliding down makes a rather loud, almost sickening crack. "..Scratch neatly."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 15, 2014 22:02:13 GMT -6
"...scratch neatly," Karn said.
Joe chuckled. He had been suspicious when Karn said the cargo hold had been cleaned up neatly; he had never known krogan to be neat, but then that final comment relieved him.
"Copy that, Karn," he said. "Got another job for you and Murchadh. I want you two to do another sweep of the ship and flush out any stragglers we missed in our initial push. Me and Artacus are helping the doc get the crew out of the septic tank."
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Post by PaladinKOSP on Jun 16, 2014 0:52:40 GMT -6
The turian remained silent, shrugging his shoulders. Of all the places the pirates had to put the hostages, it had to be the septic tank. He would rather not take a step into that thing, not even go near it. "Consider yourself the only one getting the hostages... i'm going to get the stragglers, if there are any." The turian responded, proceeding down the hallway.
As he walked down the hallway, he spoke into the comms. "Remind me which places haven't been searched yet, i'm going to scout out the remaining areas."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 16, 2014 1:09:02 GMT -6
Joe glared at the turian as he headed down the hallway. In hindsight, he wasn't all that surprised, given how much of a clean freak he was, but he was still annoyed that he changed his mind halfway there.
Looks like the only thing he wants getting on him is other peoples' blood...
He pushed the annoyance down and looked at Iskra. "Guess it's just you and me," he said.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 16, 2014 15:41:27 GMT -6
Esteban nodded toward Joe, walking a half-step behind him. He couldn't get too far behind the man, since Esteban was the one who knew exactly where the entrance for the septic tank was. He was sure the others could find it with the map, but he knew he could lead them there faster.
It wasn't too far away, fortunately. The entrance was just a few turns away. He was able to listen to everyone else report in while making a left and a right. He stopped right in front of a sealed hatch on the ground, the edges flush with the floor. He could imagine the foul smell from within, finding himself suddenly grateful for wearing his suit of armor. He would laugh if it wasn't so sad for the Volus.
"It's right here," Esteban said into the group comm channel, waiting for a pause between Joe giving orders. "I'm opening it now."
His omnitool flared to life as he waved it over the closed hatch. It made a click or two, unsealing. If there were any traps, Data would have told him. He programmed the VI to always scan every locked door for all known traps before initiating any interface. The hatch popped open an inch.
"I need to head back now..." he said almost immediately after, not giving any time for small talk. He turned and rushed away, heading for Engineering. "Apologies for not staying to assist," he continued speaking to them over the group comm. "I am concerned with the state of the ship."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 16, 2014 17:02:28 GMT -6
"ALRIGHT-DAMMIT ALRIGHT...!!!" bellowed the pirate in Eric's sights who then grumbled under his breath. Eric traced a circle with the barrel of his Phalanx.
"I see your lips movin' but nothin's comin' out," Eric egged on.
"... crew quarters..." muttered the pirate.
"Aggnh!" sounded Eric, imitating an error buzzer. "Already checked there; didn't find anyon-"
"On the volus ship...! A panic room...."
Eric's brow raised. The pirate was finally opening up.
"... go on..."
"A couple sealed themselves inside when we first hit... before all our shit got messed up. Waxed a couple of resistors but the rest kept makin' a stink..." the pirate snorted slightly. "I had 'em tossed into waste disposal. We had enough to deal with without slippin' n' slidin' on volus guts."
Eric continued questioning. "What were you guys after?"
"Those airbags were just haulin' fruit to the Citadel... they didn't even know the stuff was on board-"
"What?"
"Red sand. Two crates worth."
Eric opened a comm channel to his teammates. "Guys, my 'friend' here just fessed up 'bout the rest o' the crew's location and the cargo. There's a secret panic room somewhere inside the crew quarters on the volus freighter. A hull density scan should show a discrepancy; that'll be it. Cargo's just fruit but there're two crates of red sand with them, not part of the manifest. Hang on a sec."
Eric spoke to the pirate again to confirm a suspicion. "And now the million credit question: how did you know there was red sand on this freighter?"
The pirate's face took on a slight sneer. "'Cause one o' those walkin' tub toys isn't who he says he is. Word on the ether's that he cut a deal with the captain. A nice percentage to look the other way while he smuggles over whatever's needed. Meds, mods, weapons and electronics components. Nothing that would attract too much attention... unless you knew what to look for."
The pirate went on, almost taking pride in his machinations. "Got their navigator drunk enough to divulge their flight plan. He uses Freya to throw off any pursuers and catch the occasional 'gravity wave' for a boost to cut down on flight time. Explains them not having much security - I mean, why hire on heavy hardware for a buncha fruit, right? Attracts too much attention. I figured if we hit 'em fast 'n hard we could skip out before the turians showed up. Use the freighter and Freya to cover our escape."
"Only everything went to shit. Misjudged the grav fields, I'll bet," deduced Eric. "So when my guys find this panic room they'll find the ship's captain and the first mate... our smuggler."
"Probably the guy who sent out the S.O.S.," confirmed the pirate.
Eric radioed his team again. "Guys, when you find the panic room one of the volus inside may be a bit eager to get on his way. The sand's his. I advise not tipping him off just yet that we know. Have a little fun stringing him along first. He's under enough pressure as it is, so to speak."
"Well that's the whole cos-nos... am I free ta go?" asked the pirate half-heartedly, dreading what the former N7 would do next.
Eric appeared to consider his question for a second before saying "Nahh - turn around!"
Grudgingly the pirate obeyed. Eric had him place his hands behind his back before he bound and secured them with zip ties. He then ran a pass over him with his omni-tool to detect and remove any additional weapons on his person. Once the pirate was completely disarmed Eric had him face front again. Quickly the man in silver armor affixed a grenade disc to his chest. Before the pirate ringleader could breathe a word in protest the disc beeped threateningly.
"Cryo grenade on a dead man switch," explained Eric. "Detonator's on me at all times. Mess with it, mess with me, leave my sight, kill me or any of my friends... you get the idea."
"Yeah..." heaved the pirate.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2014 22:31:14 GMT -6
Iskra blank face plate didn't move from the front but the eyes underneath looked up at the taller man. "Thank you. Pulling them all out with my biotics would have been exhausting."
Not to mention all the complaining we are going to hear while doing it...
She had never enjoyed interactions with the Volus, even as a little girl on the Citadel. They were shrewd and expected the universe to revolve around them, 'Everyone can be bought, Kahje-parasite.'
"Let us hope that none of their suits depressurized."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 16, 2014 23:56:36 GMT -6
Joe peered down into the septic tank, glad that the battlesuit had no olfactory sensors.
There were a number of volus, all in their environmental suits, peering up at him. He obviously couldn't read their expressions, but the ones closest to the hatch moved away--or at least tried to.
"Relax, we're the good guys, we're here to get you out of there," he called down.
"What of...the pirates?" one of them asked.
"Me and my friends killed most of them and captured the rest, there's a team doing a final sweep now to make sure we got them all," Joe said. "Are any of you injured? I've got a doctor up here who can treat you."
The one who asked about pirates spoke up. "There are none...injured, but...we have...about ten...who died...from exposure," he said.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Joe said. "I've got some cable up here I can toss down. Tie it around yourselves and I'll pull you up."
He took the cable and tied one end around a support pillar. After a couple of tugs to ensure it would hold, he tossed the other end down, and immediately the survivors all started moving towards it.
"Not all at once!" he called down. "I'm strong, but I'm not THAT strong. Let's try two at a time, okay?"
The spokesman pointed at two of them, who came forward, and he assisted them in securing the cable around themselves.
Joe began pulling.
*****
After pulling them out, he untied them from the cable. He pointed at the drell and said, "This is Dr. Iskra Narei, she'll check you out to make sure you're okay."
One of them pulled away and said, "No! I will not...be treated by...a Kahje-parasite!"
Joe rolled his eyes in annoyance. He did not understand racism, not even in the slightest. One of the advantages of the Alliance military was its diversity; one got to meet a variety of people from all walks of life, and any prejudices were quickly discarded in the name of unity. The team came first, and anyone who didn't get with the program got booted out.
He dropped to one knee and leaned in to the volus; even then, he still towered over him by a foot. "She's the only doctor we got," he said icily. "If you don't want to get treated by her, you can go back into the septic tank for the rest of the trip. Your choice."
A long moment passed and the volus nodded. "I will not...forget this...Earth-clan," he said.
"Whatever," Joe grumbled as he poked his head back into the tank. "Listen up!" he yelled. "The doctor up here is a drell! If any of you got a problem being treated by her, let me know so I can leave you down there!"
The volus looked at each other. "No...no problem," said the spokesman.
"Thought so," Joe said as he tossed down the cable.
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 17, 2014 0:08:34 GMT -6
Maelstrom almost shot when he rounded the corner and found the two asari from earlier standing before him. He cursed under his breath, as his heart rate settled back to baseline. They seemed relatively unphased, oblivious to how close their lives had come to ending prematurely. Obviously, they were noncombatants to the bone, having never been in a true life or death situation before.
"Alright, if you're just going to be walking around, we need to get you two some bells," he said, still trying to eliminate the tension he felt.
They looked at each other as though somewhat confused.
Changing the subject, he asked, "What did you do with our little friend?"
"We weren't far from the brig he was going to put us in," the first said.
"We locked him in it instead, then decided to come find you," the second answered.
Maelstrom shook his head. It was a colossally bad idea to lock someone in their own brig. They tended to know the ways out. And that was if they could not just use voice commands and codes to override the locking mechanisms.
"Don't worry. We uploaded a virus to the security system, erasing all the command codes and programming the automated turrets to fire on anyone whose omni-tool isn't transmitting a very specific signal we came up with," the second added.
"Best let me see that," Maelstrom said.
The two asari showed him, and he transmitted a written message marked urgent to the rest of his crew. He was not sure how many other pirates had been taken alive, but it gave them an option. Attached to the message was a copy of the signal.
"So, why did you want to find me?" he asked.
"It seemed safest," the first said. Looking at the anti-grav sled behind him, half loaded down with explosives, thermal clips, weapons, and a few consumables, she asked, "You're looting?"
Maelstrom shrugged, starting past them, towards the next set of quarters. "Raiding the raiders seems appropriate."
The second laughed as she fell into stride behind him.
The first was quiet, almost troubled.
"So, what are your names? I'm assuming you don't just want me to call you 'Thing One and Thing Two.'"
"I'm afraid we don't get the reference," the second said. "But I'm Enaya Cysendra."
"And I'm Anelya Cysendra," the first said, still seeming lost in thought.
"Actually," Enaya said, "part of the reason we were looking for you is because we have an offer for you."
"What kind of offer?" Maelstrom asked.
Seeming to snap out of her thoughts, Anelya said, "We were just finishing our time with the volus. We were going to get off at the next port."
"We're assuming you're part of a large crew if you're freelance and here to save us," Enaya said.
"If that's really why you're here," Anelya added.
"It is," Maelstrom said. "I wouldn't say our crew is large, but it's mid-sized. We're diverse and all of us are very skilled."
"Perfect!" Enaya said.
"In that case, we were wondering if you would mind us accompanying you for a time. We still have much to learn about the galaxy and its peoples, and we'd like to see if your ship is a good place to do that," Anelya said.
"That's fine with me, but you'll really have to take it up with the captain. That would be Esteban Bridges. I'll introduce you when this is over," Maelstrom said.
"I feel I should warn you, just to be clear," Anelya said, "we aren't just common whores. No amount of credits from any of your crew will buy sexual favors from us, though we may at our discretion choose to 'explore' with members of your crew who welcome the prospect."
"Anelya!" Enaya chastised.
"It's alright," Maelstrom said. "I'm familiar with what Consorts do. Let me be equally candid with you, though. Our crew goes into dangerous situations regularly, and we don't provide free rides. I don't know what skills you have, but I have no doubt Mister Bridges will insist you contribute."
"That's fine," Enaya said. "We have plenty of skills which could come in handy."
"In that case," Maelstrom said, opening up the next set of quarters, "at the risk of jumping the gun, welcome to the crew."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2014 1:30:33 GMT -6
Iskra looked down at the Volus that Joe had accosted, the short alien looking up at her expectantly.
"I've got an infection, Kahje-parasite. I'm in need of antibiotics, it comes in tubes and is a clear liquid. Usually has a long name attached to it."
Iskra felt her anger flare up. Stuff like that had never gotten under her skin but this time it was like a hot blade into her heart. In a swift motion she struck the pack that regulated the atmosphere in the Volus' suit. The alien fell over immediately, unconsciousness.
She couldn't see the other's face, but she was sure it was shock. She stared at her hand, as if she was surprised it was attached to her. The anger was gone as soon as it flared up, flame doused by water.
Not in the mindset to ponder it, she decided to move on, injecting the knocked out Volus with antibiotics.
"Should be enough to hold him until you reach your destination. Apologies that I cannot provide more."
"Should be I apologizing for my companions insensitive remarks, Kahje-clan." Iskra held up a hand and moved onto the next group Joe pulled out of the tank.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 17, 2014 1:52:12 GMT -6
Joe noticed the exchange between Iskra and the racist volus, nodding in approval at how she handled the situation. "If there's one thing I learned in the Marines, it's never piss off the medic," he said, smiling at her.
Okay, she's got a bit of an edge, good...
He looked over at the other volus. "Make sure you tell your buddies about this," he said.
"I will...Earth-clan," the volus said as he reached for the cable. "Here, let me...help."
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Post by PaladinKOSP on Jun 17, 2014 13:33:09 GMT -6
The turian walked on and on down the dark corridors of the ship, eyeing each and every corner as he walked by. He didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary, beside a gunshot that echoed behind him, but it wasn't the time to go back and see what has happened, so he continued on.
Minutes later he saw the shining light leading to the bridge, constant chattering could be heard on the other side. Artacus crouched down slightly and proceeded to the door, peaking inside. He saw only a few guards bickering at each other.
"S-Should we call the others? I mean, that was a hell of a lot of gunfire." One of them said. "Come on, what're ya so scared about? It's probably just a bunch a amateur mercs that fucked with the wrong ship." The other asserted, a cocky grin on his face. "Can you keep it down? I'm trying to think.." The last one exclaimed, remaining silent afterwards. The other two kept talking and talking on the situation, it just wouldn't stop. The turian observed them for a while, then raised his hand and activated his omni-tool, aiming it at one of the chatty pirates gun. Artacus typed on the interface slowly, sabotaging the guards weapon. Now, it was time.
Artacus stepped into the doorway, clearly visible to the group and aimed his left gauntlet at the other talking guard. With a single press of a button, a venom touched blade propelled from his gauntlet, digging it way into the guards side. The pirate cringed in pain, letting out a agony filled yell. "Ow! fuck!" The other guards were confused, looking back to their comrade. The pirate that was absorbed into his own mind looked back to the doorway, seeing the menacing looking turian rushing toward him, his gauntlets blades extended. "Oh shi-!" The pirate was caught off sentence as the turian gouged the blades through the mans head, killing him in one blow. The pirate aimed his weapon at the turian, pulling the trigger. Instead of a barrage of rounds hitting the turian, the pirates gun exploded, due to the sabotaging Artacus did earlier. The shrapnel like pieces from the weapon cut through the weak parts of the pirates armor, being launched back to the ground by the explosion. The first pirate on the other hand was also bombarded by shrapnel, stumbling to the side weakly as he attempted to keep his balance.
Artacus stood straight at his position, looking around the rest of the bridge, it seemed to be clear, but he expected more guards. Artacus typed on his omni-tool for a bit, then spoke to the others on the comm channel. "Hostiles eliminated. Bridge secure." He said, deactivating his omni-tool. He looked down to the other pirates that were arguing earlier, still squirming in the ground in pain. The first one that was shot with his poisonous blade could barely move due to the paralyzing venom, killing him slowly. The pirate that was beside him was still moving about on the ground with large pieces of shrapnel lodged into his body.
The turian looked at them for a while then turned to the exit, walking out of the bridge as he let the pirates injuries finish them off. Slowly..
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Post by dargene on Jun 17, 2014 17:46:13 GMT -6
Meldom slowly walked along the pirate ship wall hitting it every now and then then scanning with his omnitool "Come on.." he muttered hitting the wall one more time before a metallic clang rang out. He hit the same spot a few more times to comfirm the sound then used an incinerate at the hull causing a small part of it to come away, He then grabbed the hull wall and pulled on it.
After a few seconds he stumbled backwards as the panel came off, throwing it to the side he checked the inside of the new hole "Knew it" he smiled underneath the helmet he wore Reaching in his hand hit several objects, Pulling them all out and checking the hole was clear before looking at what he had pulled out.
In his hands he saw a small necklace with a single ruby and pocket watch watch, both well made and solid gold, there was also a dull brown pouch, tipping the pouch upside down into his hand several sparkling gems of all colours came out, raising them to the light to see them better "Not that big, small value.. still..nice pocket money" he tipped the gems back into the brown pouch and placed the pouch into his suit storage.
He then started to round up the pirates that were unconscious in the area into the cargo area, tying them up at both the arms and legs to prevent them escaping, he spoke through the comms "Suggest moving alive ones to cargo bay, big and easy to keep eye on them.. or we could leave them in airlock.. still option" he said half jokingly and half serious.
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 17, 2014 18:33:34 GMT -6
"Suggest moving alive ones to cargo bay, big and easy to keep eye on them.. or we could leave them in airlock.. still option," Meldom said.
Maelstrom smiled at the salarian's suggestion. "If not the latter, I'd suggest throwing them in their own brig. I ran across a couple asari who rigged its automated weapons systems to fire on the pirates if they're anywhere in the room except the cells."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 17, 2014 22:48:21 GMT -6
About halfway done with freeing the volus crew, Joe looked at them milling around and a question popped into his head.
"Boss, this is Fischer," he said after he opened his comm link. "About halfway done getting the crew out of the septic tank. Ten of them died from exposure, there are a few others being treated for infection. I was thinking we put the healthy ones to work repairing the ship once it's secure, unless you've got a better idea."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 18, 2014 7:31:09 GMT -6
"Hostiles eliminated. Bridge secure," reported Artacus from the bridge of the volus freighter.
“Nothin' but fuzzy dice here also,” replied Eric. "With the ammonia in the atmosphere, your spot can probably clean up easy."
"Suggest moving alive ones to cargo bay, big and easy to keep eye on them... or we could leave them in airlock... still option," Meldom said over the comms.
"If not the latter, I'd suggest throwing them in their own brig,” was Maelstrom’s reply. “I ran across a couple asari who rigged its automated weapons systems to fire on the pirates if they're anywhere in the room except the cells."
The man in silver armor spoke next over the comms. “That so? I’ll be right over with my baggage then.” Eric then clipped his Phalanx to his side. “Okay, tough guy. Lead the way…”
His captive was slow to respond. Then he lurched forward. The cryo grenade on his chest beeped again. Eric stood before him waving his omni-tool about.
“Just reminding you of the terms of our relationship,” he said in a smug fashion.
The pirate ringleader grunted and stepped off to Eric’s left at a careful pace leading his captor off the flight deck.
"Boss, this is Fischer," said Joe over his comm link. "About halfway done getting the crew out of the septic tank. Ten of them died from exposure, there are a few others being treated for infection. I was thinking we put the healthy ones to work repairing the ship once it's secure, unless you've got a better idea."
“Volus aren’t really known for manual labor and probably not in the best of moods considering their situation right now,” commented Eric. “But they know their ship better than we do. Your call, Fearless Leader.”
After a moment’s thought Eric reopened his channel. “Hey, Mal! Did you say asari rewired the brig defenses? Were they tryin’ to mutiny or what?”
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 18, 2014 12:29:23 GMT -6
"Were they tryin’ to mutiny or what?” Lysander called over the comms.
"Passengers on the volus ship. Seems the pirates were looking to use them, then sell them as slaves. Guess they decided to have some fun after I took out the pirates holding them," Maelstrom replied.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 19, 2014 0:58:38 GMT -6
Esteban went right to work in the engine room, wasting no time. His omnitool's readouts were going berserk with terabytes of data, revealing to him everything that was wrong with the ship. So he kept it on, only occasionally glancing at it while he feverishly moved from system to system. The first few minutes were the most critical, needing to make sure the primary systems were secure, if not stabilized. He came to a stop in front of the vessel's drive core.....
"That doesn't look right," he muttered to himself, glancing between his omnitool and the sizzling core. He couldn't believe his ears. He heard sizzling coming from the core. The readouts told him why. "Damn it."
He passed his omnitool over the area before the core... frowning deeply as nothing happened.
"Damn it," he muttered. The interface didn't come up. He didn't have access to the core's systems. His eyes narrowed, staring at the flashing readings on his omnitool.
He started to walk around the silvery bar, getting ready to take a risk.... when he stopped in his tracks. He didn't have to do that. There was another option.
"Artacus," Esteban spoke into the group's comm channel, remembering the Turian was by the pilot's seat. "I cannot access the ship's drive core from down here. I need you to power down the engines up there. Can you do this?"
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Post by dargene on Jun 19, 2014 5:36:43 GMT -6
Using the signal that Mal had sent him he took the pirates one by one to the brig and locking them in the cells Meldom encountered little resistance, the pirates spoke up a fuss but did not act upon their words. When Meldom had locked the last pirate in a cell he remembered what Eric had said about a secret room.
Making his way back towards the volus ship crew quarters he activated his omnitool to scan the hull like before in the pirate ship for any anomalies walking up and down the walls for a good few minutes his omnitool pinged with a result of the hull being less dense in one spot. looking around the area of wall he could see anything that would open the supposed safe room "Come on Meldom, you have broken into things with higher security then this.." he took one of the chairs and sat down facing the location of the safe room. "Volus.. Small, vent maybe ?.. no can't get supplies out fast enough.. Verbal password ? to diverse, no electronic equipment like that around.. brute force ?.. No" he leaned back in the chair sighing "Could incinerate it, may panic if volus are indeed in there.."
He had decided to incinerate the wall like before, as he was preparing the corner of his eye caught the glimpse of a metal handle, his view alternated between the wall and handle "Really.." he muttered "That simple" he said while pulling the handle to move the small section of hull sideways.
He pushed through holding his gun and stopped as there was many crates blocking the way, two volus stood up with their hands up "Don't shoot" one said breathing heavily, Meldom had always found their breathing quite amusing as he could guess when they would breath "Sur'kesh-Clan" Deep breath "You don't look like" Deep breath "you are with the pirates". Meldom lowered his gun "Guess we are the rescue party, we got an SOS" The volus lowered their hands and one stepped forward "That would be me" he said "We both managed to escape the pirates when they put everyone in the septic tank" Meldom nodded and smiled under his helmet as Eric did say they may lie.
Shifting some crates he made a way for the volus to escape, "Got lucky, a few people did not want to respond to the SOS" The volus looked at him as he shifted the crates "Whats in these anyway, Quite heavy" he said almost provoking a reaction. "Just fruit!" one Volus almost screamed "Be careful with it, it is a very important shipment" Meldom nodded as he slowly pushed the rest of the crates "Guess that one is the smuggler then" he murmured "Well the rest of the crew is being hauled up suppose you want to go see who is alive ?" The volus nodded but stood their ground "First we need to.. inspect our stock.. please wait outside there is... trade secrets".
Meldom moved outside and left the door open slightly to hear them as he whispered into his comm "Eric, Found em, Definitely shifty, probably think i don't know their game.. What do you want me to do?"
As he waited for a reply he heard the volus "That one is onto us.." the voices switched "He can't be, its just us that knows.. and the pirates but they should all be either dead or dying." "Im still not happy with all of this.." "You don't have to be, Just wait till you see the money.." they kept talking while Meldom waited for a reply.
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Post by PaladinKOSP on Jun 19, 2014 12:00:40 GMT -6
Artacus stopped as he heard Esteban calling him over the comm channel, turning back to the bridge. "Copy that." He responded to the human, walking back into the bridge. He made his way to the ships consoles, eyeing each and everyone as he tried to find the console that powers the ships engines.
Finally, he found what he was looking for, the instruments on the console in front of him were made to power the engines of the ship. The turian started to type on the console rapidly. A agnoizing groan could be heard behind him, along with the sound of a body being dragged. It seemed that the pirate from earlier, was still alive, bleeding out from the shrapnel that was lodged into him. "I'm gonna kick.. your ass... when i'm all better, ya hear..?", the pirate said to the turian. Artacus paid no attention to the pirate. By the time the man was insulting Artacus, he had already powered down the engines. "Engines are powered down." The turian said in the comm channel.
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