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Post by Eric Lysander on May 26, 2015 11:37:20 GMT -6
“I’m okay,” Eric responded. “Actually, I stopped by to see how you were doin’…” He pointed a thumb at the ceiling. “They’re… cookin’ up somethin’ upstairs that smells pretty good; was gonna drop in n’ see. You should come along – right, I forgot about… they should have some dextro meals in stock also… anyways, I just wanted ta invite you up with me, maybe help smooth things over more with the gang… and ta say thanks… for saving me back at the docking bay…”
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 18:13:10 GMT -6
"I did not save you, Lysander, my mech did," she said. "I would suggest you thank it, but I do not think it would understand you. Did you receive a blow to the head during the battle?"
She gestured to one of the gurneys.
"Please have a seat," she said as she brought up her omnitool and calibrated the medical scanning feature for human physiology. "I was going to update your medical records later, but I may as well do it now."
She looked around the medbay for a moment before turning back to him.
"Please excuse the mess," she said. "I was in the middle of inventorying medical supplies."
(NOTE: The "mess" is ONE open drawer of supplies.)
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 26, 2015 20:02:07 GMT -6
"Yeah, that's... quite the pile..."
Eric plodded over to one of the gurneys Naetilia had indicated, noting the one open drawer she was sorting through.
"You know what I mean. You sicced your dog on that merc sneakin' up on me," the Alliance dropout adjusted himself on his seat. "Or else now I wouldn't have a head to get whacked on. You're gonna let your mech take all th' credit?"
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 20:26:26 GMT -6
"Why would I take credit for something I did not do?" she asked. "When I saw the mercenary sneaking up on you, he was perhaps moments away from attacking you. Had I waited until then to give the order, you would most likely be dead.
"Before deciding to keep this mech, I had it examined," she said. "The technician told me it had advanced identify friend/foe programming. Not only would it defend me, it would defend anyone with me. It, for lack of a better term, chose to protect you."
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Post by Joe Fischer on May 26, 2015 21:08:14 GMT -6
Well, aren’t you feeling just a little bit stupid now? the sensible part of Joe’s brain spoke up. At least ask Maelstrom to make more tea.
FUCK THAT! the macho part of him insisted. It’s just food, it’s not going to kill you!
“Damn right,” he muttered to himself as he sat down before his food. “Time to embrace the suck.”
He took a deep breath and then began shoveling the food into his mouth—and more importantly, swallowing it—as fast as he could, thinking of one of the wisest pieces of advice he had ever heard from his drill instructors: Eat it now, taste it later.
Besides, if I can finish this, I’ll probably burn out my taste buds, and then I can eat ANYTHING…
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Post by Maelstrom on May 27, 2015 6:49:50 GMT -6
Maelstrom smiled at seeing Joe go back to eating the pho. His first time trying the dish, his reaction had been similar, and it was far less spicy. Without being asked, he got up and made another batch of bubble tea, though he chose not to refill Joe's glass himself.
Looking back over at Izahm, Maelstrom asked, "Were you serious about giving this a try, or was it just talk?"
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 27, 2015 9:59:47 GMT -6
Eric felt a bit dazed after Naetilia informed him that she truly was not responsible for saving his life. "Before deciding to keep this mech, I had it examined. The technician told me it had advanced identify friend/foe programming. Not only would it defend me, it would defend anyone with me. It, for lack of a better term, chose to protect you."
“… clever lil’ bucket…” he breathed and then switched subjects to his medical update, still needing time to process the FENRIS unit’s initiative. He brought up his omni-tool.
“There’s one big update: my- uh – gastronomical misadventure,” Eric keyed through virtual file folders, searching for the relevant documentation. “Charts n’ writeup’s are in here somewhere… I’ll transfer ‘em over to ya…”
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 11:50:56 GMT -6
"I assume you are referring to the poisoning attempt on you?" she asked.
(Insert reply)
She nodded.
"Are you currently experiencing any ailments or injuries?" she asked.
(Insert reply)
She nodded again.
"I will now scan you, it will only take a minute," she said. "This will help create a baseline for any future diagnoses."
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 27, 2015 15:24:13 GMT -6
"I assume you are referring to the poisoning attempt on you?" Naetilia asked. “Correct-a-mundo,” Eric answered, locating and transferring over his copy of the hospital documentation.
The turian doctor nodded. "Are you currently experiencing any ailments or injuries?" she asked.
“Other than the odd tickle in the throat now and again, no problems. They gave me some meds to take to help the grafts finish healing in place. It’s in the file I just sent ya.”
She nodded again.
"I will now scan you, it will only take a minute," she said. "This will help create a baseline for any future diagnoses."
The N7 rested his hands on each side of his seat. “Do what ya must, Doc. But just ta let ya know, I don’t do the rubber glove thing ‘til after th' third visit.”
Eric winked and clicked his teeth at her to show he was joking, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. He assumed she had at least a little experience with humans and their brand of humor since she had acknowledged working with Izahm before they joined the team.
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Post by spartan560 on May 27, 2015 15:45:55 GMT -6
"No I love spicy food," Izahm says, "Thai, Indian, Vietnamese, Laosian, Asari, Salarian, I've had pretty much every dish you can think of except dextro stuff," he smiles, "I get around with my job so I get to taste a lot of unique dishes. Haven't tried this yet."
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 16:32:15 GMT -6
Naetilia looked up from the scan.
"'Rubber glove'?" she asked.
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 28, 2015 8:10:32 GMT -6
“Ya know? Rubber gloves? For physical exams?” Eric gesticulated. “’Turn n’ cough?’ Bend over time…?” He held up his hands and elbows, brow also raised in the vain hope that she would get any of those references without being too explicit.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2015 6:17:26 GMT -6
"That procedure must be exclusive to your people, Lysander," she said. "I have never heard of such a thing during my time as a medical professional."
She looked away for a moment.
"Or was this an attempt at humor on your part?" she asked.
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 29, 2015 9:09:12 GMT -6
“Sorta… both,” Eric flicked his hands forward as if tossing something away “Never mind. Scan away, Doc.”
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Post by dargene on May 29, 2015 9:27:15 GMT -6
Meldom had been near the storage room adding a thermal inlay to his Armour, while he could probably manage the temperature without it he was not a big fan of the cold. After he had finished he decided to just leave his Armour where it lay remembering to pick it up before the mission, All the way down here he could smell something spicy in the air. He was curious as to who would cook something like that as he had assumed that the team were more ready meal eat on the fly sort of group, as he never seemed to eat at the same time as them thanks to his extremely fast metabolic system.
He made his way to the mess hall, as he got closer the aroma seemed to get stronger and stronger. Looking around he Saw Maelstrom, Joe and Izahm gathered. Maelstrom and Joe seemed to be eating the food that had been prepared. "So which one of you accidentally created that delicious smelling food" he said smiling.
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Post by Maelstrom on May 29, 2015 22:56:40 GMT -6
"Haven't tried this yet," Izahm admitted.
Without another word, Maelstrom poured a bowl. "Season it yourself or take the Joe Fischer challenge and let me?"
"So which one of you accidentally created that delicious smelling food," Meldom said, entering with the cheery attitude Maelstrom was accustomed to from the salarian. He was still not sure how much Meldom could be trusted, but they were not on a mission. It was a safe time.
Maelstrom served up another bowl. "Same question as for Izahm. Are you going to season it or risk your life at my hands?"
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Post by spartan560 on May 30, 2015 8:40:37 GMT -6
"You know the proper dish so I'll leave it to you, though I think Joe's having a tough time with it," Izahm says smiling at the N7 sitting next to him sweating bullets yet continuing to eat the Pho, "In the meantime how good is that combat sim for hand to hand and biotics?" "So which one if you accidentally created that delicious smelling food," Meldom says as he walks in. Maelstrom automatically asked and made the same base dish as Joe also asking if Meldom wanted to season it or have it the proper way.
"Maelstrom is the concoctor of this fine dish," Izahm says, "I was just about to have some myself, after of course making myself a prepatory drink," he gets up and quickly makes a new fruit drink having already finished his refill then sits back down.
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Post by dargene on May 30, 2015 13:40:22 GMT -6
"Are you going to season it or risk your life at my hands?" Maelstrom said to him.
"Well I guess if Joe is not dead yet it won't kill me.. well i hope anyway" He said smiling. Pulling out a chair and sitting down he waited for Maelstrom to serve him some food Hope i can deal with it he thought Most spices and hot food are fine.. how bad could it be.. He looked to Joe and noticed the slightly more red face then usual and heavier breathing then a usual resting human, the heavy sweating also gave it away, Im going to regret this.. He smiled while waiting for Maelstrom to pass him a bowl.
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Post by Maelstrom on May 30, 2015 20:22:05 GMT -6
Maelstrom smiled at the answers given by the other two men who sat down. After pouring a second bowl for Meldom, he set to seasoning the dishes, turning them the same dark-yet-vivid red as Joe's. To prove that it was meant to be eaten that way and not just as a prank, he prepared another identical bowl for himself. It was a rare treat, after all, and the sort that warranted a second helping.
And Joe was still eating, though Maelstrom was unsure if, including the broth, Fischer was taking in or losing more liquid. He figured the man would survive, though, despite the fact that his coloration was slowly growing closer and closer to that of the bowl of food he was consuming. Chuckling to himself, he shook his head, knowing the former N7 would regret his actions during his next visit to the Z-G toilet if his current reaction was any indication.
Passing the men their servings, Maelstrom took a seat. He had a bite halfway to his mouth when Izahm's question finally registered. "The answer mostly depends on how good you are with them. It's programmed to be able to go up to peak drell reflexes and salarian agility. Even takes into account asari flexibility. Can all be programmed into a single opponent or kept species-accurate.
"Of course, it's a computer. Feints, flourishes, and pattern-breakers can stump it, if done right."
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Post by Maricus Caenilus on May 30, 2015 20:54:29 GMT -6
Maricus watched the exchange between the three humans and salarians with curiosity. Despite having learned to interact with humans even in small groups competing for the position of alpha male as a necessity of doing business, more juvenile displays like he was witnessing were still somewhat beyond him. So long as they were past the incident in the docking bay, though, he was pleased.
Having finished his food, he strode over to the sim in question and drew his sword. An unarmed opponent appeared, and Maricus quickly dispatched it. Another materialized a moment later. This one managed to dodge a well-aimed lunge, though not the returning slice that followed it.
The next opponent attacked him directly, and Maricus was forced to take his foe in two steps. The first was a simple sidestepping of the blow while keeping the blade close to his midline until the last moment, at which point he lobbed off the enemy arm. A following upward slash finished the unfortunate program.
The next projection similarly attacked initially, but Maricus knew better than to repeat a tactic against the computerized opponent. He lowered himself under the kick at the same time that he drew back by widening his stance and shifting his weight to his back foot. Another kick followed quickly from the other direction, and Maricus shifted his blade to sever the digital appendage. The computer's difficulty level, however, had surpassed his expectations, and the avatar brought the foot down instantly and spun around, ending the combat with a simulated hit to one side of his face.
He knew the blow would have been enough to knock him out, if not worse. His mandibles twitched in irritation. He never would have made the mistake ten years ago. The man he used to be would have been prepared to retaliate with biotics if his initial expectation proved false. It irritated him that he did not even think to activate a biotic field against he digital foe. His mandibles twitched some more.
The program queried him whether he would like a rematch with an opponent of the same level or if he wished to restart from the basic program. He simply turned and headed for the medical bay. He could run some two-person drills with Naetilia if she felt up to it, or he would spend the time practicing on his own, going over basic turian military hand-to-hand.
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