Post by Eric Lysander on Aug 18, 2017 9:33:01 GMT -6
With no further questions from anyone, the briefing was over.
"I'm going to go do a little training." Maelstrom whispered into Eric's ear. Before he could acknowledge him his friend was already through the doorway of the lounge. Eric skewed his lip and brow.
Classic Maelstrom: straight to the point then poof.
"If there is no more to be discussed I will retire to my quarters," announced Rula'an before leaving as well. Thrak and Izahm remained to partake in more food and drink brought by the server mechs, Thrak partaking enough for three men or, by Eric's estimations, two Joseph Fischers.
As Eric left his seat he was surprised to see Emily walk up to him, figuring she would have followed right after Maelstrom.
"I appreciate you letting me offer my help," she said. "I know I didn't do much when all of you rescued me... I think the condition you found us in excuses that... Our last mission, though, made me feel so useless... If I'm going to enjoy the protection being with all you gives me, I WANT to be part of all of it. Even the risks."
"Plenty ta go around, trust me," Eric responded, folding his arms. "But at least you'll be th' one doing th rescuing this time. They're not Cerberus but pirates have their own complications... but I'm sure you already know that. Well, Mal's off training... again. You should get in a few sessions yourself. Dust off some moves, make sure you can keep up with us."
Eric found himself staring a little more than he should then blinked out of his trance, thumbing at the lounge door.
"G'wan. He'll be occupied but he's still expectin' ya..."
[Insert response by Emily, if any]
The senior N7 ended up staring again as Emily deprived the room of her presence as he insisted. Shala'Bekk vas Neema. Enaya and Anelya Cysendra. And now Emily.
Maelstrom had quite an unintentional knack for attracting the fairer lifeforms.
Lu-cky bastard...
"I'm going to go do a little training." Maelstrom whispered into Eric's ear. Before he could acknowledge him his friend was already through the doorway of the lounge. Eric skewed his lip and brow.
Classic Maelstrom: straight to the point then poof.
"If there is no more to be discussed I will retire to my quarters," announced Rula'an before leaving as well. Thrak and Izahm remained to partake in more food and drink brought by the server mechs, Thrak partaking enough for three men or, by Eric's estimations, two Joseph Fischers.
As Eric left his seat he was surprised to see Emily walk up to him, figuring she would have followed right after Maelstrom.
"I appreciate you letting me offer my help," she said. "I know I didn't do much when all of you rescued me... I think the condition you found us in excuses that... Our last mission, though, made me feel so useless... If I'm going to enjoy the protection being with all you gives me, I WANT to be part of all of it. Even the risks."
"Plenty ta go around, trust me," Eric responded, folding his arms. "But at least you'll be th' one doing th rescuing this time. They're not Cerberus but pirates have their own complications... but I'm sure you already know that. Well, Mal's off training... again. You should get in a few sessions yourself. Dust off some moves, make sure you can keep up with us."
Eric found himself staring a little more than he should then blinked out of his trance, thumbing at the lounge door.
"G'wan. He'll be occupied but he's still expectin' ya..."
[Insert response by Emily, if any]
The senior N7 ended up staring again as Emily deprived the room of her presence as he insisted. Shala'Bekk vas Neema. Enaya and Anelya Cysendra. And now Emily.
Maelstrom had quite an unintentional knack for attracting the fairer lifeforms.
Lu-cky bastard...