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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 25, 2015 14:15:52 GMT -6
Joe looked at the veterans of the group.
“Check it out, Izahm is a reporter,” he said low enough just for them to hear. “What, the boss couldn’t get the one that interviewed Shepard, someone people are going to pay attention to?”
And his parents were on Horizon, he thought. I wonder if they made it, or…
He looked over his employer.
“Hey boss, how many more we waiting on, I want to get this mission started!” he said. “After all, the galaxy isn’t going to save itself, that’s what we’re here for!”
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Post by dargene on Apr 25, 2015 18:00:33 GMT -6
Meldom was leaning on the railings of the Presidium watching the water, he took a deep breath in and thought about the situation Could walk away, disappear.. He shook his head no, owe debt, need to make things right. He let out a large sigh and stood up straight, his lower back flared up with some pain and he winced Not letting it stop me he thought to himself. Turning around he walked towards the Consorts chambers and braced himself.
Before he managed to reach there a Vorcha stepped out and blocked him. Meldoms hand instinctively lowered to his weapon but he managed to compose himself after getting a better glance, Female.. i think.. wearing a dress? He did not manage to get a question out before she started to talk "Salarian, Must be Meldom, Shizzle" she said almost pointing to herself proudly "Work for Bridges, love dress... love dress" she emphasized. Meldom looked at the dress that Shizzle seemed to want to show off judging by the way she tried to stand. "Dress..Right..looks good on you ?" he said questioning just about everything in this scenario. Shizzle Crossed her arms and glared at him "Shizzle taken, Fischer promised"
Meldom was about to let out some from of laugh before stopping himself and noted Shizzles seriousness. "So.. he agrees to..that" Shizzle nodded with glee "He said we talk, he will be willing one way or other" Meldom nodded while thinking Joe is already inside then, wonder who else. "Shizzle" Meldom began "Who else did you see walk in ?" She looked at him with a oddity but answered his question "Lots of people.. she began "And one not person, some new" Meldom was thinking of asking more in-depth questions but decided to just go inside and see for himself "Well, thanks, i think... Shizzle" he spoke her name as much doubt as the galaxy had for the reapers "Good talk" he ended with as he approached the door, he had considered doing his cloaking and appearing ruse from before but decided against it if there was new people, he did not want to make them jumpy.
As he was about to press the pad for it to open Shizzle spoke once more "Fischer mine, make sure no females try to steal" she said with a slight anger "i be..grateful for this, can pay" Meldom shook his head "He can do what he wants, besides.. i don't need your money" Shizzle looked offended before attempting again "Shizzle pay with info, Shizzle hears lots"
Meldom pondered for a brief moment Info is nice, rather not get involved in possible love triangle, relationships messy, unknown outcome.. deception is probably best "I'll think about it.." he said activating the door and walking in.
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 25, 2015 20:45:39 GMT -6
Izahm was calmly leaning at the counter when the door slid open and a Salarian walked in, Turian Salarian Vorcha Bridges certainly knows how to be diverse. "Welcome I am Izahm Kanokah freelance journalist, and mercenary," he pause letting the Salarian register it was him talking, "What is your name?" Hoping he didn't sound too direct.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Apr 26, 2015 2:14:49 GMT -6
“Hey boss, how many more we waiting on, I want to get this mission started!” Esteban heard Joseph calling out as he took a step back from Izahm, so he could look at the former N7. “After all, the galaxy isn’t going to save itself, that’s what we’re here for!”
"I was waiting for..." Esteban started to speak when Meldom finally entered into the room. He found himself breathing a sigh of relief and smiled at the sight. "I wanted to wait to see who if there were any stragglers. Just give it another minute..."
Esteban took a glance around, taking a quick headcount. He couldn't help but notice everyone absent, his eyes lingering on the empty spaces where former teammates should be. Krogan. Turian. ......Drell.... "I want to wait one more minute, then we'll begin."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Apr 26, 2015 7:56:51 GMT -6
Maelstrom did not know the present whereabouts of Meldom or Karn either, adding that Esteban was not even able to learn of what became of the drell archaeologist Iskra.
Joe returned to pondering present company. "Either of you know the other guy? Damn, I think I've got some socks older than he is."
The armored messenger was young. No older than River Havens it seemed. Whatever had become of the aspiring mercenary? Was she able to be saved? Could she use her biotics as she did before?
"Believe it or not, we had someone 'bout his age back on our first mission on Barce," was all Eric said about the new recruit.
Joe then saw fit to ply the newcomer for information directly. And uncouthly.
"Hey, Izahm! So, this whole 'assassin' thing, does your mom let you do it on school nights, or is it strictly a weekend-only thing?"
The senior N7 wanted to rest his face in his palm but then remembered that the two had already exchanged gentle opening barbs.
The messenger answered straight away. "I haven't talked to my family since I became a journalist at sixteen, too busy with the war and mercenary work. Last I heard from them was awhile ago, something about dad helping build GARDIAN defense turrets on a colony... it was Horizon I think, that's the last I heard of them."
“Check it out, Izahm is a reporter,” Joe whispered to the veterans on either side of him. “What, the boss couldn’t get the one that interviewed Shepard, someone people are going to pay attention to?”
Eric began to have some concerns as to why his employer would embed a journalist on a team going up against an enemy the galaxy did not believe existed. Was Esteban planning on going public with his discoveries and looking for anyone who would take him seriously?
"I was waiting for..."
Esteban began his response when another figure entered into the room.
Meldom. Alive and apparently no worse off from his earlier ordeal with mind control.
"I wanted to wait to see who if there were any stragglers. Just give it another minute... I want to wait one more minute, then we'll begin."
"Welcome I am Izahm Kanokah freelance journalist," announced the armored messenger to the salarian. "What is your name?"
The demolitions expert considered the damage potential of Meldom and the now-identified messenger Izahm. Indoctrination was supposed to be incurable. Did Meldom somehow find a way to beat it or was he able to keep it at bay? If he was able to control it, how much longer could he before he endangers the team? And then there was Izahm the freelance reporter; the word 'freelance' raised an alarm. Having a war correspondent attached to your unit to boost their newsfeed's sagging ratings was one matter. But a cocky, self-proclaimed journalist looking to make a name for himself at the expense of others, to air out secrets and conspiracies for fame rather than for the public good could pose an even greater threat to Esteban's campaign against the Reapers. But was Izahm in it for himself, signing on of his own volition?
Or on someone's behalf?
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Apr 26, 2015 14:16:30 GMT -6
Moving up along the upper ward halls, a krogan looms down the sleek metal floors of the warmly lit ward floors, the neon glow of the signs and holograms covering the area as he wanders along. Remarkably, the krogan wasn't around these wards solely for the case of breaking a few windows or roughing up a rich tycoon for a half-paid job for some shady criminal types. Instead of being clad in a set of metallic plates and red patterns, not even a sign of the Pack could be seen upon him. Oddly unexpected, the krogan would be clad casually, a lack of sleeves and genuinely decent looking, for a hulking lizard of course. His intentions weren't for the ward, however. The current position for a meeting lead him to a more dreadful slice of Citadel life, the Presidium. But however, before even taking in consideration on how he'd charm his way up top, fate had happily smiled upon the krogan, with a C-Sec acknowledged pass up onto the Presidium wards. Trying to convince the officers it was real, however? That would probably be the more tedious part of his slow adventure up. He never really liked elevators...
Stepping up the officer of duty, and much to his dismay, a turian, the krogan gives out a throat clearing cough, attracting his attention. The turian seemed like he looked at a practical joke, that, or he's about to get punched in the face for whatever reason. Most of his suspicions found themselves put to rest, with a metallic card soon shown to him. How did a krogan get a hold of a pass to the most secure section of the citadel, even at any point legally? He must've been working for some big people if that's what he could produce. It seemed suspicious, even to an extent of scanning the card over, more than twice, much to the krogans displeasure of being stuck between C-Sec and political stiffs. He didn't want to sit through another interrogation, the asari blue bloods seemed to enjoy torturing him with questions over crimes committed a big span of time ago. But fortunately, the card is soon handed back.
"It ain't fake.. I don't know how you got this, I don't know if it's legal issue or not, but I'm not going to question it. Don't cause any trouble up in the tower, lizard, or we'll just put you down like the rest of your brainless species.", the turian retorts, spitefully.
"Oh that'd be fun! Just means I won't have your birdbrain ass yappin' in my ear all damn night..", the krogan chuckles out, stepping on over to the open elevator doors. The turian responds with a rather... Vulgar hand gesture, before shifting away as the doors would shut. The krogan couldn't help but find a laugh from the moment. With that said and done, however, the long shift along the tower shaft soon awaits for him. At least he had good patience.
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Reading off his omni-tool, Karn slowly traced his steps along the pristine, white walkways. His eyes watch the fountain across from him, then soon to the massive lake between both sides, his mind wandering ever so slightly.
"Do they really have fish in there?", he thought. The large lack between the rows of bridges across it seemed expansive, as much to what he was told by others in the past. The slight rumor of fish, however, seemed to be just a humorous joke make between krogan. Regardless, the krogan seemed to find his way somewhat easily, with a sign or two passing him by. Fortunately, he at least knew how to read, a lot of spare time helps when your lifespan lasts a good number of years, a dozen books or so wasn't too out of order for him. Shooting people for a good span of time never does any good to anyone, especially a hulking mass of muscle and scales, such as himself. Moving along, however, the krogan would soon come across to the destination at hand. Quite a classy place indeed, not a place people could expect. At least, he hoped as such. No murderous assassins coming along to bomb him out of a consorts palace yet. Hopefully.
Moving off inside, however, the krogan would talk to the front desk, and is set off in the right direction, towards the meeting spot itself. What stood before him, and mostly before any interaction with people... Was a vorcha. A vorcha, in a dress. Was this a joke? Did they really, honestly do this as a serious thing? Regardless, he had no idea if to laugh, or to simply become increasingly confused to the situation. Nothing else to do, besides... Talk, to the creature.
"Ooh! Big lizard!", the vorcha barks out. The voice of angels throttling themselves with wire would be the equivalent to a vorchas vocabulary. "Stronger then human! Would make good mate!"
"Mate? Oh. Oh, no. No, no, nooo.", the krogan chuckles out, shaking his hand slightly. "I'm just here to see Bridges, not.. Yeah, not that.."
"Lizard no fun! No ask more!", the vorcha responds again. With that said and done, and with a confused krogan moving along past this 'secretary' creature, the real fun would begin. Stepping on into the swanky bar area, the soft thuds of boots upon carpet would loom ever so closer, before a voice accompanies it. "Thought ya' could get rid of me, yet, did ya?", following with a laugh afterwards.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 26, 2015 14:58:42 GMT -6
“KARN!” Joe yelled happily, surprised at how glad he was to see the krogan.
He supposed it was not only the shared experience of the last mission, but also their similar mindsets when it came to combat. Let others worry about the technical stuff, their jobs were very simple: kill the other guy before he killed you.
He turned back to Bridges, grinning more widely than usual.
“Okay boss, the Twin Titans of Destruction are here!” he said. “Just let us know which planet is currently offending you, and we’ll take care of it!”
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 26, 2015 15:59:39 GMT -6
Izahm heard Joe's exclamation and was wondering who could elicit such a reaction when the heavy footsteps of a large and heavily armored individual catch his ear, Holy shit he has a Krogan on his team too, he thinks as the Krogan who he's guessing is named Karn walks in, he doesn't offer any greetings as his experience with Krogan has only been in life or death struggles against the blood rage crazed mercenary type. Clearly those two have been on a mission before, Izahm thinks watching the two large soldiers reunite sipping at his drink, suddenly he notices just how many people are in the room, he quirks an eyebrow at his thoughts but doesn't say anything, If it gets any more crowded I'm heading back to my shuttle, and I still have to perform my routine meditations, I hope this meeting can start in earnest now I don't think anymore people are coming.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 17:30:39 GMT -6
Naetilia looked over at the latest team member to show up.
Her heartbeat and breathing began to accelerate. Her pupils dilated, causing her vision to narrow. Blood vessels throughout her body constricted.
Her SMG appeared in her hand, its safety off. The unmistakable glow of a biotic power charging up enveloped her.
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Apr 26, 2015 18:26:17 GMT -6
The krogan found himself soon welcomed somewhat to what he would of expected. Fischer gawking to his arrival like a pair of old friends, much to the krogans own amusement. As much as he would give the guy a hard time for his attitude and personality issues, he couldn't help but find a liking to the N7. Come to think of it, he never held much grudges towards humans, as long as they weren't politicians or snobs. Military bred men and women seemed to be his forte in the friendship rings. Though supposing in his own case, turians or salarians would never really work well as friends, given his personal distaste when forced into any conversation with either races.
With a small laugh, the krogan gives Joe a good pat across his back, without snapping his spine in two with those meaty paws of his. "Nice to see ya' too, numbskull.", he chuckles out. With the moment underway, the krogan takes a moment to eye the current group, eyes tracing the old, current and new members of their little crew.
Before long, however, he soon noticed the turian. His eyes idly traced her, before setting on the weapon, his eyes widening slightly before noticing the low hue of a biotic field. Was this another one of those damned assassins coming to try their hand at him again? Not on his watch, they weren't...
Even without a weapon, the krogan haphazardly shoves the younger N7 out of the way, most likely into the direction of the couch, feet stomping forwards as a biotic field envelops his figure. If anyone didn't assume any better, that hulking beast could be contemplating a charge at that very moment, and that was definitely not something anyone wanted right now!
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 26, 2015 18:56:50 GMT -6
Izahm startled at Naetilias reaction doesn't respond right away however when he sees the Krogan activate his biotics as well he jumps in between them his tech armor activated the electric blue color lighting up the room damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, I hope I can stop this I really don't want to end up dead my first time working with these guys. "Naetilia calm down he's on our side," he says to the Turian doctor totally at ease between a Krogan about to charge and Naetilia pointing an SMG at his face, he then says to the Krogan, here's hoping somebody will back me up, "You Karn I believe, this Turian is a future teammate I don't know why she's acting like this but please let us talk her down first, the last thing this room needs is a biotic fight."
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 26, 2015 19:40:53 GMT -6
Maelstrom saw the weapon go into the doctor's hand and he recognized the telltale glow of biotic power surrounding her. Karn responded in kind, shoving Fischer out of the way as he made his way towards his challenger. Maelstrom responded equally quickly, drawing his SMG into one hand and a flash-bang into his other.
As the new human took his place between the two in powered tech armor, Maelstrom leveled his SMG at the back of the doctor's head and charged his other hand with biotics, to launch the grenade at Karn. It would never kill the krogan, but the concussive impact could render him unconscious.
Izahm did his piece to mediate. "The last thing this room needs is a biotic fight."
"Doctor," Maelstrom said, "everyone in this room is armed. We've all got issues, and there's time to sort them out later. Now is time for business, though. You can either respect the implied truce that creates or get the hell out. The third option is less pleasant."
Turning to his repeated teammate, Maelstrom added, "Karn here has worked with turians on our team before without any bloodshed. Well... any friendly fire. He understands. Don't you, Karn?"
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Apr 26, 2015 20:18:57 GMT -6
"The last thing this room needs is a biotic fight.", Izahm would insist.
A fight? This was a situational problem for the krogan. Already confused enough from his previous trials and errors beforehand, to now have what appears to be a turian with a mental grudge against krogans seemed a little too out of place. If they weren't there to kill him, then why the dramatics? He wasn't going to be that trustworthy of new people, let alone a turian with this much aggression towards big, towering lizards. It wasn't going to be pretty, really soon.
"Karn here has worked with turians on our team before without any bloodshed. Well... any friendly fire. He understands. Don't you, Karn?", Maelstrom would add in.
"Of course I haven't, they never tried to pull a gun on me!", the krogan would bark out. Clearly he wasn't too amused, but not intent on harm. His biotic field doesn't seem to fade, however, seemingly too on edge over an angry turian brandishing an SMG in her hand, let alone her own field, boiling with plenty of hatred...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 20:53:04 GMT -6
The biotic glow around Naetilia faded. She flicked on the safety of her SMG and slowly returned it to its holster, then raised her hands.
“Apologies,” she said to the krogan. “During my military service, if I was not fighting batarians, it was krogan, and none of the encounters were…pleasant.”
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“The common protocol in such incidents is for the offending party to buy the other a drink,” she said. “Do you wish to pursue this course of action, or is my verbal admission of guilt sufficient?”
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 26, 2015 21:28:58 GMT -6
Once Naetilia calmed down Izahm steps away and goes back to his drink his armor still active though as this scenario caused him to revert back to his over cautious behavior. He also puts his Archon Visor back on. He then goes over to a corner and sits down lotus style then begins to softly glow as he meditates trying to calm down after diffusing that fight his adrenaline was pumping too much to even think straight now. God damn that was intense, I really didn't want to have to fight the Krogan Karn, i don't want them to know the exact extent of my abilities just yet.
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Post by Lekuhn on Apr 26, 2015 23:01:36 GMT -6
Still cloaked, Lekuhn made his way into the lobby area of the Consort's Chambers. He crouched by a sofa for better cover, waiting for the right moment to move to the next spot. He knew he couldn't just uncloak now. That would cause a stir both he and his employer would not want to deal with. He had calmed down from seeing the Asari twins and was focused on the task at hand. After seeing them, the Asari at the podium, checking people in was no shock to him.
What a strange place, he thought.
The lighting was low and several patrons were enjoying conversations with various companions. He wasn't sure how to feel about this place. Seeing all of these people in what he considered to be a very vulnerable place tempted him to go into his mind and question himself about relationships, who he was and other distracting subjects. He stayed present though, not allowing himself to slip into contemplation and memory. He noticed a few others walk by that he pegged for mercs. Lekuhn liked waiting and watching. He always took note of what was behind him and found it advantageous at times like these to take careful stock of who and what was around him.
First came the foreboding man in black, walking smoothly and confidently as he eyed the room. Lekuhn watched him walk by with curiosity, taking this time to really analyze him. He would be working with this man and wondered to what extent he would trust him. Lekuhn could tell by the man's mannerisms that he was't all show. He knew how to use the weapons he carried and would fare well without them. Yet, there was more than met the eye here. He knew some of this confidence came from having back-up. he had seen this type of behavioral signature before with mercs he had done jobs with;the few he had. He usually worked alone.
Looks like the kind of guy with his own AI and a well-armed shuttle.
Next came a swarthy N7. This man's wit walked ahead of him into the room. Lekuhn could tell right away this was a joker and a ladies man. This was the type of human that could talk a Vorcha into wearing a floral dress and heels. Lekuhn felt satisfied as his assessment was proven right. The man walked over to the Asari at the podium and was eliciting giggles.
“I know. Early withdrawal, right? Pa-dum-bum!” quipped the man to the blushing acolyte.
Smooth talker. Definitely someone who could create a solid distraction. Could be useful in a pinch. He would make a joke out of that thought.
The man donned sleek Kestral armor with an interesting brindle-like design and carried M97 sniper and M96 Matlock rifles on his back. Lekuhn took him for a jack of all trades. This was someone who would beat you at pool while making jokes about you that you didn’t get until he and your money walked out the door. Still, there was something looming underneath the smooth exterior. Pain. Yes, pain covered by years of adaptation.
“Eric Lysander!” a voice shouted.
Lekuhn turned to see that it belonged to a Turian C-sec officer wearing dark green face paint. This made him nervous. He wasn’t expecting C-sec to come in here and he didn’t want to be made now. He remained very still and watched the moves of the conversers carefully.
“Yes?” Eric (Lekuhn assumed this was the human’s name) said coolly as the officer produced a holographic ID badge.
Although he remembered everything, key parts of the conversation came highlighted as they catalogued themselves in his perfect memory.
Licensed bounty hunter. Recent incident. Classified for security reasons.
As the officer escorted Eric into chamber E, Lekuhn knew he would be seeing him again.
C-sec is no match for a man that crafty, he thought.
There was indeed a commotion coming from chamber E, but in a few moments Lekuhn saw him move hastily towards the hall leading to the Consort’s Chamber.
Several others passed as well. An N7 Destroyer marched through. He nodded at consorts as he passed saying nothing. He was a stark contrast to the other characters before him. He had the bearing of a meteor as people cleared the way for him. This was a military man to the bone; disciplined and resolute. Nothing was getting in his way.
Minutes later a rather stunning Turian in royal blue armor, followed by a mech strode through. Lekuhn thought he sensed the some jealousy from the other females in the room, but this one didn’t even notice. She was tough as nails and smart by the look of her and she held herself like one who had experienced combat and had much knowledge. The mech shadowed her like a pet as she moved through the lobby towards the hallway to the chamber. She spoke not a word, but everyone knew she was powerful.
Then, there came a human donned in impressive custom armor with a cross design on the back that Lekuhn did not recognize.
Looks to be an ancient human symbol, but I’m not sure.
Hmmm, he’s been somewhere else. He’s coming from another job. I know that look. I’ve seen it in the mirror.
A Salarian wearing modified Kestrel armor was next, followed by a hulking Krogan. Lekuhn breathed an internal sigh of relief to see it was not the Krogan he had come to blows with at Flux.
So, these are the ones I am to be working with. I am honored to be in this group. These are all warriors at the height of their skill. The question is: Can I trust any of them?
He knew he had better get moving. It was very uncouth to keep the boss waiting too long and he didn’t want to miss out on the job of his lifetime. He slipped silently behind the couches, undetected, and down the hall towards the Consort’s Chambers. When he rounded the corner he could only think one thing:
That N7 really can talk a Vorcha into wearing a dress.
He figured he should just creep past this strange flowered mess, but as he walked down the hall he uncloaked.
Damn! Must have a some sort of security device in this section!
“Shizzle losing mind!” squawked the Vorcha.
“It apearrzzz from nowhere! Lizzzard ghost man!”
Lekuhn walked toward the Vorcha and extended his hand in greeting.
“I am Lekuhn Kroan. Nice to meet you, Shizzle.”
“Shizzle likes lizard ghost man! He is deliciousss handsome!”
“Um…I’ll be going now.” Said Lekuhn as he turned , opening the panel to enter the room where the meeting was about to start.
I hope I’m not too late.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Apr 27, 2015 1:14:55 GMT -6
“Okay boss, the Twin Titans of Destruction are here!” he said. “Just let us know which planet is currently offending you, and we’ll take care of it!”
Joseph's enthusiasm was infectious, though it did not show in his face. Rather, the Engineer felt calm. Or at least calmer than he felt in awhile. He stood back and observed the exchange. Though it became unexpectedly tense, it did not curb his optimism. The female Turian seemed to be marking her place... and violence was common among mercenaries.
He sipped his drink calmly, waiting until the last visitor was arriving. At least, the last one who he was expecting. Another Drell, though this one showed far more promise than the other one. Esteban smiled at the new arrival and headed over to him with an extended hand.
"Lekuhn, I assume," Esteban said by way of greeting. "I am Esteban Bridges. You have come highly recommended."
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Esteban smiled, taking a step back to let the Drell into the room. "Please take a minute to get acquainted with everyone here and.."Esteban cleared his throat, raising his voice just a touch so everyone could hear him. "We will begin in five minutes. So grab whatever food, drink, or entertainment you can. The room is paid for, as well as everything in it."
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 27, 2015 1:30:19 GMT -6
The situation with their turian and krogan seemed resolved, and Maelstrom returned his armaments to their places in his armor. He nearly missed the arrival of another party. His spirits rose for a moment to see the scaly skin of a drell, before falling as he realized this particular drell was a male. The difference was easy to spot, but his mind had momentarily painted what he was seeing with what he wanted to see.
Shaking his head, he made his way to a bar. Looking through the bottles, he found a chocolate and vanilla infused cognac. He liked brandy and sampled it often, but he had never seen that particular concoction. Grabbing the glass and the bottle, he returned to his seat and poured himself a serving.
Taking a long sip, he savored the flavor. It was pleasant. Both flavors were present, but they melded with the distinct flavor of the liquor rather than dominating it. Surprisingly, it was not overly sweet. The kind of drink he liked. He made a note of it on his omni-tool.
Maelstrom hoped his behavior was not isolating him from the rest of the people present, but he just could not muster an outgoing effort after his recent disappointing mistake. Sighing, he took another sip.
At least the new drell looked like he could handle himself.
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Post by dargene on Apr 27, 2015 3:03:40 GMT -6
Meldom was about to answer when Karn came into the room and made a grand statement, Meldom was somewhat relieved that karn was here, more heavy hitters is always good. Then just as he was about to reply to Izahms question when Karn had moved Joe out of the way, it took Meldom a second to focus on the Female turian who was obviously distressed at the fact Karn was here. Everything else happened quickly and Meldom decided to move around the room with his omnitool ready to engage him in a cloak Good start. He thought to himself.
Weapons were drawn by some, and Izahm spoke "the last thing this room needs is a biotic fight." Looking around Meldom would agree Nice room, Shame if it was damaged he thought, Maelstrom notably was the fastest to respond with his weapon and form of grenade drawn aimed at both Turian and Krogan. However it seemed that the altercation was as quickly over as it began as the Turian had holstered her weapons, making the others do the same. Meldom moved to an empty seat.
"Meldom Wake" he said to Izahm "To answer your previous question, as for a title or job. Killer, thief, hacker. Depends on what i am feeling at the time and what my employer wants" he nodded agreeing with himself. Meldom then noticed the door open and another figure walk in.
"Lekuhn, I assume," Esteban said by way of greeting. "I am Esteban Bridges. You have come highly recommended." Esteban said to the Drell. Wonder if he is like Iskra he wondered while staring at him.
"We will begin in five minutes. So grab whatever food, drink, or entertainment you can. The room is paid for, as well as everything in it." Esteban said finally, Good he thought Looks like good team.
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Apr 27, 2015 7:45:47 GMT -6
“Apologies,” the turian would state to the krogan. “During my military service, if I was not fighting batarians, it was krogan, and none of the encounters were…pleasant.”
Obviously the case, given the intent to harm him at a moments notice. It's not like he was a bad guy in this situation, and he's put that past life behind him for a good number of years now. Regardless of the point, he felt somewhat annoyed, possibly offended, but that wasn't the point in the situation. All he could do was shrug it off and hoped it never happened again. Much for both their sakes at this point. The purple haze of his biotic field fades, the krogan breathing steadily after a little strain on his energy. He was hoping his employer knew what he was doing by this point, though supposing the bunch he's collected now, it's not so surprising he picks the turian with spunk. And a possible murderous dislike of krogan. This was going to be a fun trip...
“The common protocol in such incidents is for the offending party to buy the other a drink,” she states. “Do you wish to pursue this course of action, or is my verbal admission of guilt sufficient?”
He wasn't sure if that was some cynical form of sarcasm, or she really was giving him a cold shoulder. Grunting, the krogan shifts away to a nearby wall, his back resting against it as his arms fold along his chest. "I don't need a damn drink, especially from a turian..", he growls out. "But, sure. Be guilty all ya' damn well want.." He wasn't going to look like a submissive creature, however. He was satisfied to whatever extent anyone could be in this situation, but he was calm. For now.
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