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Post by spartan560 on Apr 27, 2015 9:11:55 GMT -6
Izahm hears Meldom's reply then from his position on the ground says, "Welcome it will be nice to have someone with your skill set as a teammate," he then goes back to meditating until he hears Bridges say, "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," good now we shouldn't have any more problems, Izahm thn gets back up the biotic glow fading as he does. He then refills his fruit drink and waits for the meeting to start keeping his Archon Visor on, That new guy must be an infiltrator, I didn't see him on my way in. He's going to be interesting to work with. He then sips at his drink waiting for Bridges to start the meeting looking around at his future teammates.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Apr 27, 2015 11:16:21 GMT -6
To everyone else in the room Eric merely stood in place holding his drink looking annoyed. Inwardly the N7 was sizing up the situation, noting each person’s abilities and weapons and plotting out how best to deal with each. If the situation had really got out of hand he had his omni-tool ready to fake another bomb to get everyone’s attention. The past minute was a blur. No sooner than Meldom entered that Karn finally made his appearance and greeted Joe like an old drinking buddy. The turian doctor Naetilia drew her SMG and charged up her biotics upon seeing the krogan in the room. The reporter Izham then stepped in between the two to try and stave off hostilities while energizing his own armor. Maelstrom quickly moved behind Naetilia, a gun to her head and a flash bang grenade primed in his other hand presumably for Karn. Only after Maelstrom spoke his peace to her, with Karn adding his, that Naetilia finally stood down. The conflict averted, Eric slurped down the last of his drink and surveyed the room again. Izham was seated on the florr off in a corner, his legs folded up into a position sometimes adopted by humanoids for meditation. Esteban stepped up near the entrance of the Embrace to greet yet another newcomer, a drell who seemed to have slipped in from out of nowhere.
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."
As the combatants went their separate ways to get drinks, food or seats Eric held up his empty glass to the drell as if toasting him. If he did not see the commotion earlier he more than likely heard it.
“Hey, new guy! We were just showin’ each other ours. Wanna show us yours…? I’m kidding - drink up. Ya think that was bad? Wait’ll ya see who we hafta fight on this trip…”
Eric walked over to the bar and looked about for something else to try. He saw Maelstrom pick out a bottle of cognac and head back to his seat. Eric went for the bottle of brandy that was behind it and poured a fresh glass before going on his way. He paused by Naetilia long enough for her to notice. He focused more on his drink as he offered his opinion on her reaction to Karn.
“Hmph… all I did was leave the room,”
He took a gulp and walked away before she could respond. He wondered if the doctor would read into his dig at her and grasp the irony of how her dealings with krogan echoed his own experience with synthetics.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2015 11:46:52 GMT -6
Naetilia looked at the krogan for a moment before looking away and taking another drink of water.
Lysander came up to the bar and refreshed his drink.
“All I did was leave the room,” he said to her and then returned to his seat.
She looked at him for a moment and then took another drink of water.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 27, 2015 12:46:26 GMT -6
Joe picked himself up off the floor from behind the couch.
Damn, forgot how strong they were, he thought.
He looked over the room and saw Karn leaning against a wall while the doctor leaned against the bar and took a drink of water.
Okay, nice, he thought. Never good to start a mission brief with team members shooting each other…
Looking around further, he saw that Meldom had arrived, along with a drell he didn’t recognize.
“Hey Meldom, welcome back, good to see you!” he called out and approached the drell, his hand extended. “Hi there, I’m Joe Fischer, property damage specialist. And you are…?”
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Lekuhn
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Post by Lekuhn on Apr 27, 2015 21:05:20 GMT -6
As he opened the panel to the hidden chamber he saw a well dressed man walking across the room with his hand extended as if he knew he was coming at this very moment all along. The Drell took him in as he closed the distance between the two of them. Something about him stood out in this situation. There was a tension in the room. Lekuhn could tell there had just been conflict. I was written all over everyone in the language of tight muscles, uneasy posture and serious faces. All except for this man. He was as still as a mountain lake on a windless day, his surface ever reflecting;never revealing. His countenance struck in a way as to calm and intimidate all at once.
"Lekuhn, I assume," said the mysterious human. "I am Esteban Bridges. You have come highly recommended."
"With thanks, I also say, recommendations are empty until seen to fruition" answered the son of Rekuhn. "I hope to perform accordingly."
The man steeped back to reveal the motley of mercs sitting in the room and said "Please take a minute to get acquainted with everyone here and...AHEM! (this seemed to grab everyone's attention) "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."
Lekuhn nodded to Bridges respectfully and took a seat at a table in the corner.
“Hey, new guy! We were just showin’ each other ours. Wanna show us yours…?" piped the N7 holding up a drink.
This is the hard part...conversation.
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Lekuhn
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Post by Lekuhn on Apr 28, 2015 21:18:29 GMT -6
Lekuhn sat wondering what he could talk about with this group of strangers. Although he had sized them up, he did not know them and wondered how carefully he should tread on this new ground. He looked around at the array of personality types and species.
What could I possibly have in common with any of them other than being good at destruction? How could any of them ever know what it is like to have two minds that both ache for lost loved ones? Surely they have experienced loss similar to mine. Mercenaries tend to have baggage. Isn't that what pushes us to this? It's not the money or the power. It is a search for truth while running from it. "Loss hurts" we all say. Then we ask: "How much can I prove I can take?" This is what defines us. Some of us make jokes and smile through it. Some are hardened by the pressure like coal deep beneath a planet's surface. Still, others wear their rage as a uniform to ward off unworthy opponents. We are all the same different person.
The man in black said very little. His choice of sweet whiskey sat in a glass opposite him and his character. Lekuhn saw him as one who was formed by his struggles as life springs from entropy.
This seems like one who would understand me, he thought.
Lekuhn ordered his usual Batarian ale and walked over to the human. Not knowing what to say he simply introduced himself and sat down across from the man.
"I am Lekuhn Kroan. Nice to meet you."
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 28, 2015 22:17:16 GMT -6
Maelstrom had been letting his thoughts wander as much as he dared in the presence of new mercenaries, particularly the either dangerously inconsiderate or deliberately provocative Izahm, until the new drell strode up and took a seat across from him.
"I am Lekuhn Kroan. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise I'm Maelstrom," he replied. Looking over the man's armor and weaponry, Maelstrom made a quick assumption that the man was an infiltrator. Not quite sure where to start the conversation, he said, "Bridges here runs a pretty good crew. Better than most of the big outfits. Best I've worked with, as a matter of fact, not that any of that would mean anything to you yet. I'd be curious to know your first impressions, if you feel like sharing."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 28, 2015 22:50:58 GMT -6
Joe glared at the drell as he sat down and talked with Maelstrom.
He was well aware that not everyone liked humans, or maybe it was him personally; they either found his size to be intimidating or something about his friendly manner put them off.
He could accept those things, but not the rudeness. He was tempted to challenge him, but one tense confrontation at the mission brief was enough; he could wait until the mission was underway.
He got himself a drink and took a seat next to Lysander.
“Stick around after the meeting,” he said in a low voice to the senior N7. “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you and the boss.”
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Post by Eric Lysander on Apr 29, 2015 10:22:14 GMT -6
Eric looked askance at his young counterpart as he prepared to take another sip of brandy. “You didn’t find more geth heads, didya?” He highly doubted this was the case, not with the stern warning he had given Joe when recommending Shala’Bekk vas Neema’s expertise in hacking one recovered from the mission to the Collector base. But Joe’s tone suggested another matter, maybe a loose end from this same mission.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 29, 2015 12:00:46 GMT -6
Joe looked at his friend and considered joking he did find another one, but then held back; the subject was clearly a touchy one for the senior N7 and he would probably not receive it in the manner it was intended.
“No, nothing like that,” he said. “Just want to bring you up to speed on what happened.”
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Lekuhn
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Post by Lekuhn on Apr 29, 2015 20:16:10 GMT -6
"Bridges here runs a pretty good crew. Better than most of the big outfits. Best I've worked with, as a matter of fact, not that any of that would mean anything to you yet. I'd be curious to know your first impressions, if you feel like sharing."
Lekuhn had noticed the destroyer's glare and it unsettled him.
"Honestly, I'm not feeling to welcomed just at the moment"
I can't have this. Not this time.
"If you'll excuse me, I must attend to something." he said calmly to Maelsotrom
"I hope we can talk more shortly."
[character may respond here]
Lekuhn stood up and walked over to the N7s drawing his pistol as he closed the distance between them. He motions were smooth and fluid and took a matter of seconds to perform, yet they had no abruptness to them as not to alarm his target. He intended to hit his mark.
"You wanted to see mine?" he said to the smaller N7 with a smile as he placed the old Brawler on the table and took a seat next to the humans.
"It was my father's. Outdated and overheats easy, but I love it. It is one of the only things I have left of his."
Then there's his armor and every memory he ever had.
"I hope you gentlemen didn't take me as rude just now. I must admit I usually work alone and am not accustomed to gatherings such as these."
"I am Lekuhn" he said extending his right hand in human fashion of greeting to the destroyer.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 29, 2015 21:16:28 GMT -6
The drell got up and approached him and Lysander, slowly drawing his pistol.
“You wanted to see mine?” he said to Lysander as he placed the pistol on the table and took a seat with them.
"It was my father's,” he said. “Outdated and overheats easy, but I love it. It is one of the only things I have left of his."
He then turned to Joe and said, "I hope you gentlemen didn't take me as rude just now. I must admit I usually work alone and am not accustomed to gatherings such as these."
He extended his hand and said, "I am Lekuhn."
Joe took it and nodded.
“Joe Fischer,” he said. “Unless I miss my guess, that’s an Armax Arsenal Brawler you got there. And you’re right, it is outdated and does overheat easily.”
He picked it up and looked it over, mindful to keep it pointed away from anyone.
First rule when handling firearms: ALWAYS treat them as if they are loaded.
He wanted to break it down right there and see if it still had all its original parts, but the relationship with the drell was still too new to warrant such an action. But he could tell just by looking at it that it was well-maintained, and he respected a man who took care of his tools.
He flipped it and handed it back to the drell butt-first.
“Can’t do much about the outdated part,” he said. “But if you want, I can minimize that overheating problem. No need to answer right now, think it over. What’s that you’re drinking?”
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 29, 2015 22:37:53 GMT -6
Izahm watched the Drell pull out an old Brawler pistol, so we have another antiques collector besides myself eh, he then pulls out his Butterfly knife again opening and closing it with one hand while sipping at his drink with the other, Definitely going to look into what I can about him. Izahm then looks around the room now that the moment of tension has passed he can resume his observations, he also boosts his audio receptors to max to hear others conversations but not anything private. Azrael already knew to automatically delete and purge any information deemed private. When is Bridges gonna start the meeting I wonder? Izahm thinks sipping at hos drink once more still toying with his Butterfly knife.
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 29, 2015 22:49:21 GMT -6
"Honestly, I'm not feeling to welcomed just at the moment. If you'll excuse me, I must attend to something. I hope we can talk more shortly," the drell said.
Maelstrom bowed his head briefly, to show his acceptance of the man's need to leave. "Just don't let anyone's attitude get to you yet. Everyone's friend after they've taken a few bullets for each other."
He watched as the drell made his way over to the N7 pair. Definitely an odd one. Wonder if it's a species trait. He took another sip of the warming liquid. Damn it, Iskra. You had a job to do. A world to save, literally. He downed the rest of the small glass and poured some more. It seems whenever I make friends, something happens. He glanced again at Lysander, then back to Bridges, and to the others from the last mission. Well, maybe not.
Still feeling a bit melancholy, he quietly sang to himself "Burn the land, boil the sea. You can't take the sky from me." With a smirk, he added, "And I'm coming for you, fuckers."
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Apr 30, 2015 2:04:14 GMT -6
Esteban took one last took at the door, just in case there would be the familiar golden-scaled woman entering in. His heart dropped a touch when she did not enter. Though he still hoped.
"I believe we waited long enough," Esteban spoke up, his gaze finally leaving the entrance and over towards the rest of the team. He gestured towards the vacant sofas and chairs, inviting everyone currently standing to sit down. "If everyone would have a seat so we can get started...."
The Engineer tapped his wrist to call up his omnitool. Without a word, he navigated the holographic interface and activated a subroutine to monitor the room's jamming technology. No signal can enter or leave this room. At least that's what he was told. So he stood there to study the results while everyone took their seat. He found himself smiling to himself, seeing the positive results. The room was secure.
"I will get right to the point," Esteban said, tapping his wrist to shut off his omnitool. "After the last mission, everyone who participated on that mission, or the Barce one, was targeted by an unknown assassin. Some survived.." Esteban's voice trailed off, looking from mercenary to mercenary, to the survivors. "And some did not. I have suspicions on who is behind it, as we all do. But I do not deal with suspicions. I deal in facts."
Esteban took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders to try to loosen up a little bit before continuing.
"The next mission is to find proof of the people behind the assassination attempts. But before I go on... do you have any questions?"
Esteban looked around, expectantly.
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 30, 2015 2:30:51 GMT -6
"But before I go on... do you have any questions?" Bridges asked, before looking around for answers.
Maelstrom raised his hand, still holding the glass. "Perhaps it's obvious, but I'd like to hear it anyway. Who's the suspect?"
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 30, 2015 6:30:35 GMT -6
Joe shook his head.
“No,” he said. “Boss is right, let’s not deal with suspicions, just facts. Those will point to the bad guy, suspicions are going to lead us nowhere. Speaking of facts, does anybody have any, because I’ve got zero on my end.”
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Apr 30, 2015 6:59:03 GMT -6
"But before I go on... do you have any questions?", Bridges would ask, expectantly.
Seems as if he wasn't the only person with a target pinned to his back as of now. The krogan huffs out of annoyance, recalling the haphazard issue of seeking some fruitless revenge off a group of thugs taking quite a good chunk of his time. If Esteban knew more about who was calling the shots and paying off small time groups to get rid of a single individual seemed more complex then what was going through the lizards head. Hopefully, however, the first attempt will remain the last attempt. His actions prior to appearing on the scene amongst the rest of the group would probably make sure of that.
"No questions from me.. Just expectin' an answer to who coughed up the money to try and get me killed last night..", the krogan grumbles out.
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 30, 2015 8:40:44 GMT -6
"Because I’ve got zero on my end," Fischer said.
Maelstrom sighed. "I don't know about yours, Fischer, but my attempt didn't leave anything solid to go on. Without a suspect, there's no starting point from which to go looking for facts. Unless you feel like stepping out into the galaxy and door-to-dooring it until you find the culprit and he or she just confesses out of the goodness of their heart."
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Post by spartan560 on Apr 30, 2015 8:59:34 GMT -6
Izahm closes the butterfly knife one last time stows it then goes over to a vacant chair sitting down on it. He then listens to others and once they voice their questions decides he should ask the one question he had. "I have one question," Izahm says letting Bridges register it was him talking, "I have a personal shuttle I've invested a lot into, I was just wondering if I could take it along as I'd rather not part with it. That's the only question I have," he then leans back in the single chair he chose to sit in and waits for Bridges to respond.
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