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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 0:17:09 GMT -6
The doctor nodded, mulling over the information. If the lab was anything close to standard she would have more to work with than she has over the last few years. Her mind wondered back to that small base she had established on Rakhana surface.
The equipment was old or built by her, she was forced to improvise for many things the few years she had lived there. Most of the more delicate lab equipment had been broken more than once when she hadn’t covered her tracks as carefully as she should have, leading to attacks by her mindless brothers. She had abandoned her equipment more than once out of the need to survive.
Iskra sighed, she was having a hard time focusing. The days leading up to now were taking their toll, she found herself missing the calm serenity of the dead planet.
“Thank you.” She nodded slightly, “Is there anything else you would like to ask me?”
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jan 15, 2014 1:16:05 GMT -6
“Thank you.” She nodded slightly, “Is there anything else you would like to ask me?”
Esteban nodded as well, straightening up his tie as he pushed off the railing. "Yes, but it can wait till later. As I said, I need to secure the formula."
The businessman took a step before stopping, looking over his shoulder. "We will leave at 9 am tomorrow. The Valiant is docked at Docking Bay 93. Be there a little early and bring whatever supplies you feel you will need. It was a pleasure to meet you."
After exchanging pleasantries, Esteban headed off... mentally preparing himself to negotiate with Udina. The man was like a shark who smelled blood.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 4:02:56 GMT -6
Iskra watched the man disappear down the Wards. He was just like his file, she slightly smiles. Technical.
Turning the opposite direction, the drell disappeared into the crowd of people and was gone without a trace.
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on Jan 15, 2014 4:27:10 GMT -6
The elevator door opened, and Shala stepped out into the docking bay. To reach her destination, she would have to walk out in the open, but as long as she kept the destination in sight she knew she would be fine.
The shuttle had originally been used by the human Alliance; they called it a Kodiak, named after a large furred quadruped native to their homeworld. They thought it had reached the end of its usefulness and sold it off for a fraction of its original value, but her people had gotten a few more years out of it. All of its original markings had been removed and covered in Quarian markings now to avoid any confusion. And if that wasn’t enough to indicate who its current owners were, the squad of marines standing around it certainly did.
One of them, a female, noticed Shala’s approach and marched out to meet her. She was only a few inches taller than Shala and a few pounds heavier, but she carried herself like a krogan.
Shala stopped and waited for her to approach. The marine marched up to her and stopped just inches from her, well within her personal space. “Report,” the marine said.
“Yes, Mother,” Shala said. “I met the human—“
“This is how you address a superior officer?” Feda’Bekk vas Neema snapped.
Shala brought herself to attention and saluted. Rather than returning it, Feda circled around Shala, looking her over for any flaws in her posture or salute. She returned to facing her daughter and returned the salute. “That was barely adequate,” she said. “Now report.”
“I met the human,” Shala said. “He was looking to hire a team assist him explore an archaeological dig site, and—“
“Why would he need one of us?” Feda asked.
“I don’t know,” Shala said. “He said that he had tried exploring it before, but he and his team were attacked by Collectors, and—“
“Collectors?” Feda interrupted. “Like the ones Tali’Zorah and Captain Shepard fought?”
“I didn’t know there were other types of Collectors,” Shala said.
Feda cuffed her about the head. “Now is not the time for jokes, Shala,” she said. “And what about his offer of fifty thousand credits?” she asked, her tone skeptical.
“Yes, he said we would be paid that much, and—“
“How much in advance?” Feda asked.
Shala took a moment too long to answer, and her mother pounced. “You didn’t get anything in advance?! Keelah!” she exclaimed.
She started pacing in front of her daughter, her disapproval and disappointment almost tangible. “So this human offers you fifty thousand credits, none of it in advance, to help him fight Collectors? And how many others were there, did he at least tell you that?”
“They were there,” Shala said. “Eight of them, I think. Four of them were humans, along with a krogan, a salarian, a turian, and a…batarian.”
“WHAT?!” Feda shouted, attracting the attention of passerby. She stepped right up to Shala and spoke, her voice low but intense, “You are offered fifty thousand credits, none of which you get in advance, to fight Collectors alongside a Batarian? Please tell me you at least had the sense to tell the human to take an unshielded space walk?!”
Shala said nothing.
“Keelah se’lai,” Feda said, resuming her pacing. “You are a gifted machinist, almost as good as Tali’Zorah, but you don’t have a fraction of her sense!”
“But I would be helping the Fleet!” Shala insisted.
“And how is dying for this human going to help the Fleet?” her mother asked.
“Even if…I die, you will get the credits,” Shala said.
Feda waved a hand dismissively. “You can’t trust a human who associates with a Batarian,” she said.
“But remember what Captain Shepard said?” Shala asked. “The Collectors worked for the Reapers, and if they invade, everyone will need to help to defeat them. We need to start showing the galaxy we are more than scavengers and thieves!”
“Helping out on one little mission isn’t going to change galactic opinion of us,” Feda said. “Besides, Shepard works for Cerberus now. Let’s get back to the Fleet, there’s more need for you there.”
Feda turned and started back to the shuttle, but it took a few steps for her to realize Shala had not followed her.
She turned to see her daughter hadn’t taken a single step; instead she simply remained where she was, arms folded.
“That wasn’t a request,” Feda said in a voice that would give even the most bloodthirsty krogan pause.
“I’m not one of your marines, you can’t tell me what to do,” Shala said, somehow managing to keep her voice steady. “Besides, I gave my word.”
Feda cocked her head to the right, a sign that Shala knew to mean that her mother was thinking hard. Then she turned back and headed into the shuttle without a word.
Shala let out breath she wasn’t even aware she was holding. The last time she been this scared was…
Her mother stepped out of the shuttle, carrying two large cases effortlessly. She strode up to Shala and set them down before her. “I doubt that human knows what we need to eat,” she said. “Each case contains a month’s worth of food. And you’ll need some tools as well,” she said, shrugging off a backpack and handing that over as well.
She spun around and marched back to the shuttle, gesturing at the squad of marines, who fell back into the shuttle. Its thrusters revved up, lifting it off the docking bay floor, and it blasted back into space.
Shala nodded once at it and then reached for the cases.
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Post by River Havens on Jan 15, 2014 20:18:24 GMT -6
The rest of the day was used preparing for River's trip aboard the Valiant.
Ironically, it felt strangely similar as though Corwin were preparing River for school. After enjoying their breakfast and having some last minute father/daughter talks, the two spent the rest of their time together gathering everything that River would need on her trip. Some basic essentials such enough clothes to last her the trip, toiletries, hair products and make-up (even though River never cared that much for either) and other important things that any teenager would need. There was also the more 'important' essentials such as terminal clip packs, her sniper and pistol along with weapon mods, her armor and pretty much all the necessary fire power she would need if she were invade a small country. It would've been considered over-kill, but River knew that Corwin wouldn't let her leave the house use she was armored to the teeth.
There were a few other important things that River refused to leave without. Personal things. River checked and then double checked to assure herself that she had packed an album of photographs taken over the years, her good luck charm given to her from her Uncle Benny (a medallion of Amonkira) as well as a ratted, hand-stitched hanar doll she had for as long as she could remember. At first, she felt tempted to leave it for her father to remember her by. Or just in case he got lonely. Yet the more she thought about it, the more she realized it would seem pretty silly for her dad to hang onto a hanar doll while she was gone.
After she was all packed, she met Corwin at the door. "I'm all packed, Dad" she said.
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