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Post by Murchadh on Mar 5, 2014 15:35:30 GMT -6
The scott laughed slightly at the conversation. He'd actually like to see someone try and lift his mech with biotic. He weighed as much as a standard APC. " Weel lads i've got tae gie back tae mah laddie. need tae check his weapons connection."
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Post by dargene on Mar 5, 2014 17:32:55 GMT -6
Meldom had made his to the Eating area table, clipping his sidearm off and sitting down he produced a small weapon maintenance kit. He swiftly disassembled it piece by piece inspecting each part for flaws or damage, cleaning each part even though it seemed to be in pristine condition.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 6, 2014 14:50:07 GMT -6
Maelstrom gently turned down the suggestion. "That would take more of a master of magnetism than a biotic. But no, I wouldn't try just using my biotics on a mech like this."
"'Master of magnetism,' why does that sound so familiar...?" Eric pondered, recalling some very old comic pages he had heard about and then shrugged "Mmmm - heard this wild one about an asari on Illium chasing down a perp. He tried to get away in an aircar, she let loose the ol' biotic mojo... actually pulled the aircar back onto the ground. And he was punchin' it!"
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 6, 2014 16:22:50 GMT -6
Maelstrom actually had to laugh at the suggestion of an asari pulling down an aircar. In a motion of practiced precision, more at-home on a battlefield than a quiet shuttlebay, he produced his knife from just above his SMG's holster. "I'd just send this flying into any of half a dozen components on the underbelly important enough to land it out and large enough to hit with a biotic attack. Why waste my energy pulling a car like that?" Realizing himself and sheathing the knife, he said, "Besides, she probably used her biotics to affect the mass effect field the thing was generating. Let its weight bring it down instead of actually pulling against the engines. A lot of people forget that biotics are just mass effect fields being used by organics. Our bodies' electrical impulses passing through eezo nodes."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 14, 2014 10:59:12 GMT -6
Maelstrom suddenly pulled his knife from its sheath. "I'd just send this flying into any of half a dozen components on the underbelly important enough to land it out and large enough to hit with a biotic attack. Why waste my energy pulling a car like that?"
Eric eyed the blade, smirked and thought 'Kay, I get it! Big man of action, jeez. Unclench your colon much?
The mercenary in black armor became aware of his action and replaced his weapon. "Besides, she probably used her biotics to affect the mass effect field the thing was generating. Let its weight bring it down instead of actually pulling against the engines. A lot of people forget that biotics are just mass effect fields being used by organics. Our bodies' electrical impulses passing through eezo nodes."
"Makes sense," the N7 veteran conceded "Kinda kills the magic, though, hearing it explained scientifically. Still, that's quite an advantage over we mere mortals."
Eric turned to Murdach "But we can compensate, can't we Murdach? Never got to pilot one of these," he observed, patting the foot of the cockpit. "Howzit handle? Could you dance this thing on the head of a pin?"
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Post by Murchadh on Mar 17, 2014 11:44:56 GMT -6
The scot had been busy opening panel to check the wiring, but he turned when he heard his name being called and gave a reassuring smile. " He handles loch a charm. Niesia helped me gie heem an overhaul wi' asari battle mech hydraulics. ah dunnae kinn whit it gart frae but 'at mince works. moves loch water but stronger than steel."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 17, 2014 14:49:30 GMT -6
"He handles loch a charm," answered Murdach while he worked on an open access panel. "Niesia helped me gie heem an overhaul wi' asari battle mech hydraulics. ah dunnae kinn whit it gart frae but 'at mince works. moves loch water but stronger than steel."
"Wish I coulda had this along on some missions," Eric breathed. "Might've saved a few lives..." The mercenary changed subjects. "Hey, listen - whaddaya guys make of Mr. B, our new employer? Was chattin' about him earlier with Meldom and Crueni'has. Seem like he's on the ball to you? What I mean is sure, he can pay us what he says he will, but do you think we may be getting ourselves into more than what we signed on for?"
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Post by Murchadh on Mar 17, 2014 17:36:22 GMT -6
The scot paused as he seemed to retreat into his own thoughts. He sat down on the leg of his mech as he seemed to ponder the situation. " Ah dornt pure hae much choice. Ah pure need th' credits. Th' job pays weel an' fur 'at eh'd drap intae heel itself." He replied with a distinct tone of sadness in his voice.
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 18, 2014 1:45:30 GMT -6
Maelstrom inwardly fumed at the question, though he gave no outward tell he was aware of. This mission was a distraction from his true objective. Good only to stay on the Shadow Broker's good side and to get him some credits. It was doing something other than going after Cerberus, though, so it was more than he bargained for.
"It doesn't much matter at this point. We're here now," he said in an even tone. Cocking his head to the side as he considered what was, to him, a radical idea, Maelstrom said, "A whiskey man, I take it? Appreciate a good rye? What about you, Murchadh?"
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 18, 2014 7:27:49 GMT -6
Murdach answered in a sad, almost reluctant tone. "Ah dornt pure hae much choice. Ah pure need th' credits. Th' job pays weel an' fur 'at eh'd drap intae heel itself." "It doesn't much matter at this point. We're here now," said Maelstrom in a more even tone. Then his head tipped to one side.
"A whiskey man, I take it? Appreciate a good rye? What about you, Murchadh?" Eric's lips pursed and his brow cocked upwards. "Usually more of a beer and lager guy. I save whiskey for... medicinal purposes. Good for numbing pain... for the injuries you can't see."
He thought back to the day he learned of Shepard's death and the not-so-easy-to-recall evening he tried to drown his sorrows at a local watering hole. Not enough to keep him from resigning his commission.
After a moment more in thought he declared "Well, we're still a few days out; what the hell? Nothing wrong with a preemptive dose or two..."
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Post by Murchadh on Mar 18, 2014 14:35:21 GMT -6
The mention of whiskey brought a smile to Murchadh face as he closed the panel and jumped of his mech's leg. Wiskey always help raise his spirit. " Aam a scot. A scot 'at doesnae loch whiskey is rarer than th' loch ness monster." He replied letting the tone of his voice say how happy he was at the prospect of a drink.
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 19, 2014 12:18:31 GMT -6
Maelstrom was usually not one for drinking with other humans, but if he was going to be on the ship for a while, better to be on good terms. And both seemed decent enough folks. He quickly recovered a few utilitarian metal cups from a storage area in his quarters on the Vengeance and filled them about a third of the way- an appropriate amount for the size cup- with the rye whiskey. He considered mixing it with some of the cola, but he thought better of it, not knowing the preferences of the other men.
He emerged from the shuttle a moment later with the three cups, then handed two off to the other men. As he raised his own cup to his lips, he found himself suddenly curious how they would drink theirs. Many men he met, especially in this line of work, would simply up-end the cup and drink it like a giant shot. Maelstrom himself preferred sipping. Separating out the flavors. To his mind, if one was not going to do that, one might as well just drink some scalding tea and then have a krogan punch them in the face. The effect would be similar enough.
The warming feeling as the liquid traveled down his throat was welcome, especially after the day he had been having. Too much too quick, and six days of it to go. And that was when the job would start. He laughed.
"I always make sure to have a bit of this stuff with me on missions," Maelstrom said. "Pain killer and antiseptic in a pinch. Nice way to relax otherwise. Always the issue of balance in our business, though. Too much, and, well..." He laughed again. "People get hurt. Usually ourselves."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 19, 2014 13:45:58 GMT -6
"People get hurt. Usually ourselves."
"I'll drink to that," Eric squinted and gasped as the sip made its way down to the pit of his stomach, clearing his esophagus of any leftover lasagna still caught in it. He then held up his cup.
"I say we toast..."
[Eric waits to see if Murdach and Maelstrom will join in]
"To fortune and glory. May we get back with interest what life took from us!"
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 19, 2014 14:23:23 GMT -6
"May we get back with interest what life took from us!" Lysander toasted.
Inwardly, Maelstrom laughed. I'd be one of the ten richest men in the galaxy.
Outwardly, he allowed only a half grin, as his cup met Lysander's (and Murchadh's if he joins) with a metallic clink.
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Post by Murchadh on Mar 19, 2014 17:02:43 GMT -6
"May we get back with interest what life took from us!" Lysander toasted.
Murchadh raised his own glass to join in the toast.
" An' if it doesnae 'en we'll kick it in th' erse until it diz." he said as the glasses clicked together. The scot smiled as he downed the whiskey in one go. The warm feeling spread through his neck as the liquid shot down to his stomach.
" Ye ken troaps Ah hink everythin' gonnae be okay." He said to the two humans with a smile on his face.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 19, 2014 19:25:17 GMT -6
Murdach's retort of " An' if it doesnae 'en we'll kick it in th' erse until it diz" set Eric to cough and wheeze out a laugh, the last hit of whiskey working down his gullet.
"... here-here..."
"Ye ken troaps Ah hink everythin' gonnae be okay." the scotsman said warmly.
"Concern duly noted," japed Eric, clearing his throat.
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Post by grandest on Mar 21, 2014 14:25:11 GMT -6
Cruendi'has was tired and wanted to relax, so after his talk with Meldom he walked up to the observation bay to nod off. He walked past an Asari he had not seen at the meet the night before, though that could be chalked up to his tardiness. He nodded at her (or was it him?) as he passed by. He never found Asari to be overly attractive, though he could say the same about any species, still-- in his recent change-of-heart, he found something to admire about the species. Their ability to continually adapt to the people and situations around them. This one adapted with the help of a mechanical arm. He was sure there was a story, but if he was honest, he couldn't be bothered. Cruendi'has tapped the pad to the observation room door and it slid open. As it did, he ran directly into the Quarian from the night before. "Oh," He said. "Pardon me."
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on Mar 21, 2014 18:34:46 GMT -6
Shala had only been about halfway through her survey of the ship before she was gripped with the desire to return to the observation room. One might think that living on a starship would give quarians plenty of opportunities to see the space they were traveling through, but they would be wrong; every inch of space on a ship was used to accommodate vital systems and passengers, an observation room was a luxury that could not be afforded.
As she stared out, she once again felt peace and calm wash over her, mixed in with a little joy at the novelty of seeing the stars.
This view could be yours, a voice in her head whispered.
You mean leave the Fleet? she thought back. Where would I go? What would I--
Someone bumped into her from behind, breaking her from her thoughts. "Oh, pardon me," came a voice.
The batarian!
...hands groping her, lingering on her chest and groin...
With a shriek of fear, she pulled away and ran, but was stopped by the observation window after only a few steps.
No! Not again!
She swung around to face him, pulling her shotgun and popping it open, pointing it at him with shaking hands. "STAY BACK!" she screamed.
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Post by grandest on Mar 22, 2014 7:26:33 GMT -6
"Holy shi--!" Before Cruendi'has could finish verbalizing his reaction, his instincts as a bounty hunter kicked in and he ducked down. There were many times in his particular line of work where expediency and quick action were needed, especially in close quarters with a number of different weapons pointed at him. What he did then was not out the question for him. Down on all fours, Cruendi'has kicked at Quarian's legs, right at the joint that, for most any other bipedal species save a Turian, would be an ankle.
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on Mar 22, 2014 7:48:16 GMT -6
The batarian dropped to all fours and lashed out with his foot, catching her in the ankle and sending her sprawling.
The impact shook the shotgun out of her hands and it skittered across the floor, but she barely noticed. Adrenaline had kicked in, causing her to narrow her focus on the enemy before her. There was no time to think, and what she did next was out of sheer instinct.
She ran.
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