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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 17, 2015 1:59:00 GMT -6
“I like it,” Fischer said.
“Yeah, Joe. You know the ol’ rule ‘bout speeches: always open with a joke…” Lysander replied.
Maelstrom leaned towards Bridges. "Will Iskra be joining us again? I know she's probably not your favorite member of the team anymore, but I haven't heard from her since the meeting, and Lysander and myself have had it rough since we've been back..."
“Mr. Bridges?” an unfamiliar voice asked. “I thought this would be a private meeting.”
Maelstrom looked up and was surprised to find a turian female standing there with a mech right behind her. It actually made him grin to see her hand go towards her weapon but not quite touch it. The instinct to be in a position to defend oneself but the sense to know the effect a hand on a live weapon would have on a room-full of armed strangers spoke well for the alien. He suspected he would like working alongside her.
Suspecting that the new recruit would want a moment to talk alone with their employer, Maelstrom got up, shifted his helmet so that it was taking his seat on the couch, and picked up his glass of whiskey and the shot of ryncol intended to tease Fischer. Before heading across the room, he gave his best respectful nod. As he passed, he added, "If you take the job, I look forward to working with you."
Stopping near Fischer, he offered the younger of the former N7's the smaller glass. "Care for a shot of uncut ryncol? If not, we can save it for Karn. Tell him it's his turn."
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 17, 2015 8:02:51 GMT -6
"I appreciate you coming to see me in such short notice. Though I got the impression you may be someone who knows the value of information."
Izahm nods and shakes the man's hand eyes flicking over his body memorizing what he looks like, "Yes I very much know the value of information. I'll be sure to pass this information along..." he pauses not knowing the other mans name, "Mr. Diablo," He should get a kick outta that one, Izahm thinks as he used his knowledge of other languages to call the man by his own nickname; though only one who studied obscure Old Earth languages would recognize it, which Izahm hoped the other man had studied those obscure languages otherwise the joke would be lost on him. He then let's go of the man's hand and turns to face forward again his eyes constantly scanning behind the opaque orange of his Archon Visor for threats and points of future interest simultaneously. "Would that be all?" he asks carefully watching a passing group of Batarians, his run in with a Hegemony assassin a month and a half ago gave him new reasons to be wary around them.
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"If that will be all I should head to that meeting," Izahm says then turns and heads for the Consort's establishment, "Again thank you for this information. He nods at the Acolyte who then directs him to the Embrace of the Goddess. As he comes to a corner he hears something, "Who is this," a raspy growling voice says off in the distance, "Is this new flesh for Master Bridgesss?" As he rounds a corner there before him was the most ridiculous sight Izahm would ever see and never hope to see again.
Sitting before him was a female Vorcha dressed in a floral dress and high heels. "Um this is where the meeting with," Izahm pauses checking his Omni-tool, "With Esteban Bridges is supposed to be sin't it?" "Ohhhh you have invitation?" the Vorcha says, "I will have to confirm as I am Master Bridgesss secretary Shizzle." A vorcha for a secretary? Izahm thinks, This is definitely a guy I question wanting to work with. Fortunately I like crazy people, makes me seem more sane at times. After a quick confirmation Schizzle waves Izahm through, "You late better hurry Master Bridgesss waiting." He walks into the room to find one person sitting on a sofa who he assumes was Bridges a man in black Collector Armor sitting with him and a silver armored man in a corner talking with another armored man, and one other...he pauses in shock as he recognizes the Turian doctor who helped him on Omega a month and a half ago...I wonder if she would recognize me? Izahm then realizes he was in his unmarked heavy armor not his preferred custom armor which he was currently wearing when he first met the Turian doctor so she wouldn't recognize him; and since his voice was also synthesized to be deeper than normal so not even his voice would be familiar to her. All these made it unlikely she would recognize him. Especially since the only unique thing that he shared from that mission to now was his Disciple, he opted to leave his Revenant behind so he had his Widow on his back.
"Is this the meeting with one Esteban Bridges?" he asks unsure if it was though judging by the armored and well equipped personnel he was sure it was he just had to be absolutely certain, "If it is I have crucial and unique information from a mutual friend for Mr. Bridges," he throws a glance at the Turian doctor but his polarized Archon Visor disguises the glance and the shock at seeing her again, and with one of the FENRIS mechs that attacked them following her around like a trained dog no less, Well glad she made it out okay.
Suddenly as he is thinking the man in collector armor gets up leaving his helmet behind to maintain his seat, then walked over to the large man in Kestrel armor and another smaller man in silver kestrel armor. As he had just arrived he didn't catch what the Turian doctor said so he decided to wait for Bridges to address the Turian before himself.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Apr 17, 2015 10:10:05 GMT -6
“Mr. Bridges? I thought this would be a private meeting.” Eric peered over his glass and nearly choked. He then cleared his throat and stood up to get a better look at the potential new team member whom he already had a major issue with. It was not with her being a turian. Even her holding a tense hand above her sidearm was not as alarming as the cybernetic canine growling by her side.
You gotta be fucking kidding me…
Another voice piped up from behind her. "Is this the meeting with one Esteban Bridges? If it is I have crucial and unique information from a mutual friend for Mr. Bridges."
It was from an armored human male who paused momentarily to regard the turian as if he had run into her before. Maelstrom passed her as well on his way over to Joe, offering her his vote of confidence and another drink to the younger N7.
“You need private time, you got it,” Eric said to her as he turned to Esteban. “B, maybe while you’re hashin’ out her contract you should remind her that positions for ship’s mascot and trained machine’ve already been filled,” Eric head angled to his friend Maelstrom in reference to his VI Emily. “… we don’t need a Frankenmutt.” The silver-armored marine walked between her and the armored man, saying “Excuse me, “to him as he shifted past and left the room.
If the man was indeed another team member, at the moment he comported himself more like an overdressed messenger than an experienced mercenary. But there would be ample time and opportunity for him to prove his worth. As for the turian, he sighed inwardly wondering why someone pleasing to the eye like her had to drag along a deal-breaker like a FENRIS. Little wonder that Maelstrom approved of her since they both had an affection for the artificial more than of those beings crafted by Nature’s hand.
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 17, 2015 14:42:54 GMT -6
"Excuse me," the silver armored man says as he passes between Izahm and the doctor. Izahm examines his armor further and upon further examination of the mans armor finds several notches for hidden compartments meaning he was most likely a demolitions expert. He calmly waited standing at a military style at ease his tech armor still active, wow these guys seem really hardcore. Can't wait to go into combat with them. Izahm then looks around noticing a bar off in the corner. I wonder if they have Asari fruit drinks I've heard they're the best, He then walks over to the bar and finding the necessary ingredients makes his personal version of an Asari fruit drink then he walks into a darkened corner to observe the whole room and its occupants.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 17, 2015 19:16:59 GMT -6
Joe looked over at the turian female who had arrived.
Interesting choice for a pet, he thought, then looked over the other arrival, someone who was wearing not only full armor but tech armor as well. Shit, this guy is more paranoid than Maelstrom. They’ll probably get along just fine—if they learn to trust each other.
“B, maybe while you’re hashing out her contract you should remind her that positions for ship’s mascot and trained machine have already been filled,” Lysander said, interrupting his thoughts. “We don’t need a Frankenmutt.”
With a muttered “Excuse me,” the senior N7 pushed past the new arrivals and left the room.
What varren crawled up his ass? he thought, watching him leave.
The fully armored arrival went over to the bar, made himself a drink and then went into one of the room’s few dark corners.
“Hey, new guy, I can still see you,” he said, annoyed at the person’s rudeness. “And I think you can relax. You’re in a room with an N7 and a guy whose favorite way of relaxing is to blow things up with nukes.”
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 17, 2015 21:19:27 GMT -6
Izahm heard a boice talking in his direction, his eyes flick to the speaker as he says, "Hey new guy I can still see you," as he continued Izahm could detect annoyance in the much larger mans tone,"And I think you can relax. You're in a room with an N7 and a guy whose favorite way of relaxing is to blow things up with nukes." Izahm as the Archon Visor prevented the other man from seeing his eyes he turned his head in the N7's direction and said calmly, "I was not trying to hide merely observe and watching a nuclear explosion can be relaxing for those with a grudge against whoever is the target of said nuke. I prefer a more...tactical approach myself,"Izahm then waits for the N7's reply.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 17, 2015 21:55:53 GMT -6
Joe rolled his eyes at the arrival’s response.
“Great, a shy guy and a stiff,” he muttered, taking the drink offered by Maelstrom and downing it in one gulp. “Boss, I’ll be with Lysander. Call me when you’re ready to give the mission brief.”
Not that I need to hear it…
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 17, 2015 22:27:09 GMT -6
Looks like he'll be a tough nut to crack for information Izahm then watches as he downs the shot of ryncol smiling internally,Whoever this Lysander guy is he's going to get one interesting surprise. He then resumes his observations Though he says quietly to himself, "I am no stiff I merely state facts and do not lie unless I have to. Lying begets more lying until the web is so large and tnagled that you forget yourself," he then takes a sip of his drink still oblivious to his still active Tech Armor.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 22:45:44 GMT -6
Naetilia watched as two of the humans left, apparently upset by the arrival of her and the other person.
“Thank you,” she said to the one remaining human, then looked over at the other arrival.
“If you have a message for Mr. Bridges, you should probably give it to him now,” she said. “A meeting is about to start.”
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 17, 2015 23:14:06 GMT -6
Maelstrom was amused to watch Joe down the drink in one go. He wondered if what he said had completely escaped the man's notice or if he was just that frustrated by the new recruit.
"I am no stiff I merely state facts and do not lie unless I have to. Lying begets more lying until the web is so large and tnagled that you forget yourself," Izahm said.
Maelstrom raised his hand in mock sheepishness. "Mister...? I feel I should clarify something. While my companion pointed out my proclivity for causing nuclear explosions, I should point out that I do practice a more tactical approach. They're tactical nukes, you see, and I only set them off against very particular opponents and only after attaining my objective."
With that, he returned to his seat, placing his helmet in his lap. He contemplated reactivating the holographic display on the helmet before deciding against it. Unlike Lysander and Fischer, he was interested to find out everything he could about the new recruits. After all, team play was still new to him, and it put him more at ease to know everything possible about his prospective allies.
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 18, 2015 7:52:01 GMT -6
"I would rather wait till the whole team is reassembled as the information I have come across affects the whole team," Izahm says casually from his corner then turning his head to face the Collector armored man, "A tac nuke is called so because of it's smaller size yet nearly as destructive yield compared to larger nuclear devices. Although you may have been jesting with me in which case I don't talk to people much so humor tends to escape me," he then takes another sip before a warning inside his visor tells him his Tech Armor is still active. Damn musta been hit harder than I thought, he then sets down his drink brings up bis Omni-tool and begins to start tapping at its electric blue interface still attentive to the people around him.
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 18, 2015 9:10:20 GMT -6
As Maelstrom took his seat, he found himself wondering what sort of information the newcomer could have that would affect them all. Unless he already had knowledge of the upcoming mission or an intimate knowledge of the group's history- something Maelstrom doubted- he could not think of much that could be relevant.
"A tac nuke is called so because of it's smaller size yet nearly as destructive yield compared to larger nuclear devices. Although you may have been jesting with me in which case I don't talk to people much so humor tends to escape me," the newbie said, directing it at Maelstrom specifically.
A slight grin pulled at one corner of his mouth. At least I won't be the only one missing punchlines on this mission.
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 18, 2015 9:23:57 GMT -6
As the Collector armored man fiddled with hos helmet Izahm realized it had a holographic display projector much like his Tech Armor only not as powerful. "Yeah I tend to prefer the company of my VI and my databank servers," Izahm says trying to sound casual but his lack of interaction with Humans leaves him sadly lacking in inter-human communication.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 10:39:56 GMT -6
Naetilia took a deep breath and then sat down opposite the human who greeted her.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself," she said, extending her hand. "I am Doctor Naetilia Bolanis."
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 18, 2015 12:40:06 GMT -6
"I am Doctor Naetilia Bolanis," the turian introduced, taking a seat across from him and offering her hand.
Maelstrom felt a tinge of regret that he could not introduce himself with his real name, but he suppressed any sign of his disappointment to the best of his ability. With a smile, he shook her hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor. I'm Maelstrom."
For a moment, he was swept away by nostalgia. Snapping back into the moment, he asked, "If you don't mind my asking, are you a medical doctor? The last member of our team with an advanced degree was more of planetary xeno-ecologist, if I understood her field of study right."
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 18, 2015 16:05:01 GMT -6
Naetilia Bolanis, so that's her name, Izahm thinks as he finally after two minutes of work manages to reroute the power relays for the modified projectors into his surge capacitors preventing a detonation but the flash of light from the holographic armor disappearing he could do nothing about. Hoping he didn't cause too much trouble he says, "Sorry bout that didn't want anybody's ears ringing from a Tech Armor detonation. Couldn't do anything bout the flash."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 22:10:45 GMT -6
Naetilia was about to reply when the flash of light occurred. She rolled out of her seat and onto the floor, then came up on one knee with her submachine gun drawn, while the mech stepped in front of her, growling.
"Sorry about that, didn't want anybody's ears ringing from a tech armor detonation,” the fully armored person said. “Couldn't do anything about the flash."
“In the future, warn us before something like that happens,” she said as she reholstered her gun and took her seat.
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“Where were we?” she asked the human. “Oh yes, you were asking for my credentials. Yes, I am a licensed medical doctor, with a specialization in emergency trauma.
“The large human said that you use nuclear weapons,” she said. “Is that your field of expertise, or was he being facetious?”
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 19, 2015 0:04:27 GMT -6
There was a bright flash of light, momentarily causing Maelstrom's vision to blur. In the time it took for his vision to clear, Maelstrom went to his knee and had both a SMG and grenade in his hands. His target was the man wearing the tech armor.
As his vision cleared, the man said, "Sorry about that, didn't want anybody's ears ringing from a tech armor detonation. Couldn't do anything about the flash.”
It seemed like a story to Maelstrom. If his intended purpose were merely to disable the armor, he could have warned people. The way it was done seemed very much like a test, and Maelstrom did not care for being tested, especially by other humans. His comforting old paranoia rearing its had, he wondered if there was any chance of the man working for Cerberus.
“In the future, warn us before something like that happens,” the turian he had been speaking with said.
Maelstrom was grateful for her response, since it kept him from saying something harsher.
“Where were we?” she asked the human, her return to the discussion helping put him at ease and returning him to his seat. He replaced the grenade, though he kept his SMG in-hand on his lap. “Oh yes, you were asking for my credentials. Yes, I am a licensed medical doctor, with a specialization in emergency trauma."
“The large human said that you use nuclear weapons. Is that your field of expertise, or was he being facetious?”
"Fischer is a joker, but it is true that I deploy nuclear weapons against rogue black-ops military facilities on a somewhat regular basis," Maelstrom admitted. "I wouldn't say nuclear weapons are my 'field of expertise,' exactly, though. I'm just good at tracking down my prey, fighting them, and disappearing back into the void."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 19, 2015 0:21:37 GMT -6
Joe found Lysander by the front door to the chamber.
“What’s up, Pops?” he asked, surprised more than anyone at the senior N7. “Is it the turian? You having flashbacks to when Artacus drew down on you?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 6:26:44 GMT -6
“Fischer…” she said, looking in the direction he had left.
She then looked back at the human and said, “I have had only limited contact with humans, so my knowledge of your language is somewhat…limited…as well, but if my memory serves correctly, ‘maelstrom’ is defined as a violent storm.
“A curious choice of name, given your statement that you operate stealthily,” she said. “But you also claim to use nuclear weapons. An interesting dichotomy.”
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