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Post by Morgan Bryn on Aug 18, 2014 16:41:04 GMT -6
Having finished packing up her gear, Morgan watched as Karn tugged off his glove to reveal dirty bandages.
"Gotta' replace em', did a little too much trainin' for em' to handle, heh." The Krogan chuckled, not seeming overly bothered by the blood or fluids leaking through.
"That... is definitely not my expertise," Morgan stated, pointing at the bandages as if she did not wish to get any closer to them than she had to. "Iskra left some time ago, but I have no idea where she went. I guess we could... call her?" She pulled up her omni-tool frowning at the menus. The doctor hadn't shared her contact details with Morgan, and although Bridges had indicated she had access to the ship, she wasn't exactly sure he'd given her full clearance to sync up with the ship's computers just yet... not that she couldn't do it without asking, but that was hardly the way to start a business relationship.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Aug 19, 2014 8:01:36 GMT -6
As Joe put on his armor, a wave of giddiness overcame him, and he knew why: the collaboration. The only way the mission was going to succeed if everyone worked together, putting forth their best effort for the good of all, and it was clearly happening.
I think I'll ask Iskra if I can help her with her work, he thought he attached his weapons to his armor and headed back down to the cargo bay.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Aug 19, 2014 9:21:29 GMT -6
Eric fished out a hollow metal casing from one of his crates and took up a sonic grenade from the box Maelstrom provided. “Well Mal, it looks like I’ll be busy for a bit. I can use an extra hand if you’re willin’. If not, can you do me a favor and see if there’s anything round here that’ll make a good dartboard for the test spikes?”
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 19, 2014 9:40:14 GMT -6
"If not, can you do me a favor and see if there’s anything round here that’ll make a good dartboard for the test spikes?” Lysander asked.
"Damn!" Maelstrom said. "We just offloaded one at our last stop."
He knew no one could see him under his helmet, but that didn't stop him from smirking at his own joke.
"Nothing pressing, at the moment. Figured we'd just use some of these crates."
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Aug 19, 2014 14:35:27 GMT -6
"That... is definitely not my expertise.", Morgan would state.
"Ain't that obvious..", Karn would mutter, himself glancing around the cabinets lain out across the medbay. He wasn't a qualified doctor, neither was he some hardboiled medic you see in those holovids.. But, he knew how to dig a bullet out, so bandages were no exception.. He pops out a small box of them, before unwrapping the dirtied bandages, the cuts on his hands only leaking a little blood, his redundant system working quite well for his old wounds.
"Iskra left some time ago, but I have no idea where she went. I guess we could... call her?"
"Eh, don't make her worry too much, doubt you need to do much to me, krogan n' all.." Karn soon takes the moment to wrap the new bandage around his lightly bleeding knuckles, the cracked scales around his somewhat sized hands neatly forming back into it's usual state. "Hell, I know how to fix myself up when it gets down to it.." Karn would chuckle out, soon finishing up as he pops his used items away, tossing the used bandages away in a nearby waste basket. "Not like it'd matter, but, what the hell?", Karn would shrug for a moment as he turns, his usual smirk lain across his scaled lips.
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Post by Morgan Bryn on Aug 19, 2014 15:55:25 GMT -6
Morgan watched with some dismay as the large Krogan merely wrapped a fresh bandage around his wounds, flexing his knuckles as if that would somehow stop the bleeding. His hands were so large, it took nearly the whole box for just one of his fists. Karn shrugged and turned back to Morgan once he was finished, his scaled lips peeled back in the same smirk he'd had since he entered. Morgan found herself wondering yet again where Joe or Iskra had gone and what other surprises she'd be met with on board.
"Riiight. Well," Morgan smiled, trying not to actively look uneasy as she moved toward the door. "I'm supposed to see Iskra about some sleeping arrangements anyway, so... if I see her, I'll let her know to, uh... order some more bandages. Or... something. Good to meet you, Karn." Morgan offered a sheepish grin, slowly backed out of the medbay as she spoke, her gear all tucked away where it should be as she gave a little bow and quickly disappeared around the corner.
Alone once more, Morgan let out a sigh of relief. Now to find some sort of console away from prying eyes so she could dig up whatever she could find on this crew, the ship, and their mysterious 'mission'...
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Aug 19, 2014 16:57:49 GMT -6
"I'm supposed to see Iskra about some sleeping arrangements anyway, so... if I see her, I'll let her know to, uh... order some more bandages. Or... something. Good to meet you, Karn.", the rather uneasy Morgan would speak out, before walking out.
Karn's reaction wasn't something to be expected out of, well.. Well, out of any krogan. He simply blinks, giving a somewhat awkward attempt at a wave. He remains where he stood, rubbing his plate. "What? I ain't that scary.. ..Am I scary?" Karn exhales out a sigh, before slipping his gloves on. He blinks again, glancing back to the rather.. Empty box, once housing a wonderous amount of white, healing sheets. He realized he may of just used most of them. A lot, of bandages.
"..Since when the hell did I use that much?" Karn blinks for a third and final time. "I, uh.. I should, probably pay for them..", he mutters out. With all said and done, Karn gives the medbay an oddly neat arrangement, leaving everything in the same order it was when he entered, before hopping out of the medbay, soon to give the flight deck a little look, for the time being.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Aug 21, 2014 12:36:17 GMT -6
Joe returned to the cargo bay to find the old man making practice rounds and Maelstrom looking for something.
“Maelstrom, just the guy I was looking for!” he called out and approached the biotic. “I’ve got bad news, good news and good news.”
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 22, 2014 14:47:10 GMT -6
The young N7 came barging right back through. If Maelstrom weren't so focused on handling the explosives, he would have dropped the core he was holding and blown up a sizable portion of the cargo bay. Having not left five minutes ago, Maelstrom would have thought he would be more mindful of the fact that himself and Lysander were working with dangerous substances.
Thinking of the younger man's proclivity for jokes, Maelstrom chuckled out loud. "Let me guess. Bad news, you saw your face in the mirror. Good news, you realized looks aren't everything. Other good news, since looks are still a lot, you realized that your armor doesn't look half bad."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Aug 23, 2014 8:13:44 GMT -6
Joe chuckled at Maelstrom’s response. He was glad the biotic was making an attempt, but he sensed that humor was a real effort for him; he wondered if he had always been that way or something had taken it from him.
Well, we all have different ways of dealing with things…
“Seeing my reflection is never bad news,” he replied, grinning. “And you’re right, looks aren’t everything, winning is. As for my armor, it doesn’t look half bad, it looks all good. Good try, though; keep it up, you might make an elcor laugh someday.”
“Seriously, though, the bad news is…your nickname can’t be ‘Mel’ anymore,” he continued. “That’s going to Meldom, since his name actually starts with ‘Mel’. But before you take an unsuited spacewalk, the good news is I’ve got another nickname for you: ‘Thor’. And the final piece of good news is that I checked Morgan out, and she’s okay.”
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 23, 2014 8:19:53 GMT -6
"And the final piece of good news is that I checked Morgan out, and she’s okay,” Fischer said.
"No she's not. Not yet," Maelstrom replied before he could help himself. Realizing he needed to explain himself, he added, "It's not like sizing up a new squad-mate in Alliance marines. Out here, there are people whose lives are based entirely on getting another person's trust and exploiting that trust. The circumstances surrounding her coming to us are just too suspicious.
"As for a nickname, you could always call me, 'biotic god,'" he added, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice and pass the suggestion off as serious.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Aug 23, 2014 15:16:05 GMT -6
“Suspicious?” Joe asked. “Jumping onto a ship leaving Caretegena isn’t suspicious, it’s common fucking sense. Hell, I’d jump on a batarian slaver ship to leave that place--after I kill all the slavers, of course.”
“But that’s beside the point,” he continued. “All I’m saying is I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt until she gives me reason not to. And if she does, she better leave nothing standing.”
“But enough about that,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “As for your nickname, I like ‘Thor’ better, it’s shorter. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got some new ammo to test out.”
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 23, 2014 21:07:10 GMT -6
"... to test out," Fischer said.
Before he could leave, Maelstrom stopped. "Thor's our Scot's mech. Doesn't work either."
"And, yes, suspicious. Mere minutes before she climbs out of our ductwork, a fake video implicating our team-lead in an assassination is transmitted to our turian. Mordin wasn't able to decipher it. The boss didn't even try. And yet, this girl who crawls out of the bowels of our ship can do it without blinking. Come on, Fischer. Life's almost never that convenient. She's going to have to do a lot more before she's not suspicious anymore."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Aug 24, 2014 14:04:29 GMT -6
“And sometimes it is convenient,” Joe countered. “Like someone activating a Prothean beacon on Eden Prime.”
Before Maelstrom could fire back, Joe stuck out his hand. “Looks like we’ll have to agree to disagree on this one,” he said.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Aug 25, 2014 10:10:51 GMT -6
Eric at one point set down what he was doing briefly to hold in a laugh about Joe’s effort to differentiate between Maelstrom’s and Meldom’s nicknames. After hearing the junior N7 and the man in collector armor’s opinion on Morgan, Eric weighed in and broke the tie. “’Fraid Mal’s right, Junior. Innocent until proven guilty may fly in a court o’ law but not on the battlefield. We’ll need to keep an eye on her until we’re sure she’s no threat to anyone here. That said we shouldn’t give her reason to act out, either, so we can’t come on too strong. She may or may not be down with us but she’s definitely not stupid.”
Eric then went back to the subject of nicknames, picking up where he left of on converting another of Maelstrom’s sonic grenade innards.
“I’d stick with ‘Mal’ for Maelstrom. I call Meldom ‘Mel;’ only a slight change in the tongue, really. Oh, that’s right – your tongue’s probably shot from all the Novocain. Keepin’ up that perfect smile o’ yours…”
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 25, 2014 11:09:37 GMT -6
"Hear that, Joe?" Maelstrom asked. Laughing, he said, "Don't come on too hard, or she could could kill us all. Not your usual date."
"As for me, I'm just planning on wearing my armor, guns, and greandes anytime I'm strolling about the ship. Everyone can tell her that's perfectly normal for me," he added. "Well... maybe the grenades aren't. Depends on whether or not the maid was around."
He tilted his head a bit as a thought came to him. "Hey, Lysander, how are you with launching systems? I've got a souped-up Cain on the Vengeance, but it requires manual reload. Pain in the butt. Think we might take a look at that sometime?"
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Post by Eric Lysander on Aug 25, 2014 13:33:56 GMT -6
Eric’s ears and eyes pricked up at Maelstrom’s mention of his personal Cain weapon. While it was not a true portable nuclear device (no permit would ever allow one person let alone a civilian carry around that much explosive legally), the carnage it wreaked upon its unfortunate targets closely resembled that of a fission device. To grant access to one of his prized weapons was a great step forward for the overcautious mercenary; such trust was not to be taken lightly. “… I think I can make some time to give it a look…” said Eric. “And here I am crankin’ out toothpicks when you’re packin’ a Cain!”
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 25, 2014 13:49:52 GMT -6
“And here I am crankin’ out toothpicks when you’re packin’ a Cain!” Lysander said.
"It's not exactly a mass-produced model. I only use it when there's no one even remotely near the target. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever used it after the first soul has touched down on the LZ. It's significantly more powerful than the standard version, so I don't like to risk friendly casualties. Also, right now, it's a one-shot deal because of that manual reload issue."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Aug 26, 2014 9:07:37 GMT -6
“Once it’s up ta snuff you definitely’ll wanna save that weapon for last,” Eric advised, installing the modified sonic emitters into a new housing. “We all get strapped in to make our getaway and you fire that thing off to cover our escape; wouldn’t be right to just leave without sayin’ goodbye. The perfect middle finger to those bugs… sounds like a good name for this op, come ta think of it… Operation Middle Finger. Certainly been the theme of late.”
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 26, 2014 9:53:54 GMT -6
"Actually," Maelstrom said, "I had been considering leaving them a nuke as a going away present. You know, something to show them just how much we care."
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