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Post by spartan560 on May 30, 2015 21:16:30 GMT -6
Izham split his chopsticks and began eating the Pho, oh wow that has got some kick but not too much, he thinks as the first bite goes down, he began eating in earnest pausing once to take a drink and applauding Maelstrom's cooking, "This is fantastic! It's got just the right amount of kick and flavor." Wow this is really good, almost like Thai, he then glances over at Joe, Looks like he's soldiering through it, Izahm then chuckles at his own joke as he keeps eating after taking another short drink from his thermos, "I was just wondering because I need to brush up on my techniques. Once this delicious food settles I'm planning on hitting that sim, that is if neither of you gentlemen are going to be using it."
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 2:26:05 GMT -6
"The scan is complete," she said a minute later. "Your health falls within acceptable parameters for your kind."
(Insert any reply)
"Before we join the others, there are...questions...I have," she said. "As you claim to be the executive officer for this team, I expect you can answer them to my satisfaction."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 1, 2015 13:03:09 GMT -6
"Your health falls within acceptable parameters for your kind," said Naetilia after her scans were completed.
"Ya make it sound like there's room for improvement," Eric commented of her findings.
The turian doctor brought to light some additional concerns. "Before we join the others, there are...questions...I have. As you claim to be the executive officer for this team, I expect you can answer them to my satisfaction."
"Sure," said Eric, welcoming the opportunity to try to gain some of her confidence. "I like to keep what we humans call an 'open-door' policy. Helps nip any misunderstandings in th' bud before they get worse... also makes it easier ta toss out any problem crewmembers..."
The wily demo expert could not get a read on her reaction to another of his attempts at humor.
"I'm KID-DING! Jesus!" heaved Eric in exasperation before settling down. "Heh... what're your questions?"
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Post by dargene on Jun 1, 2015 15:02:06 GMT -6
Meldom Looked at the bowl that Maelstrom had passed to him and at the food inside. He then took the chopsticks and broke them apart like Izham did, he had only used chopsticks once before so he seemed to have difficulty using them fully. After a few tries however he had managed to successfully grab some of Pho and raised it to his mouth. He felt his mouth start to water as he smelt the aroma of spicy food with a swift motion he ate a large amount of the noodles, the burn hitting him almost a second after was more then he expected.
He finished the mouthful and waited for a moment to see the intensity of the seasoning, Moving the back of one of his fingers to his mouth he nodded to Maelstrom and spoke in a voice that sounded strained "Yep, that's good" he blinked several times as he felt the heat spread from his mouth to his throat. He turned his attention to Joe who was still in the process of trying to get most of it down without feeling it, Meldom Reached for some Bubble tea and drank half of his cup. "Quite exotic indeed" Meldom said happily "Salarian food can be more.. practical and dull, but Human food never disappoints" He took a sip of the tea to quell the return of the burning. "Never disappoints" he said finally before taking in another mouthful.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 16:08:32 GMT -6
There was a long pause before she spoke again.
“My first question is in regards to contingencies,” she said. “It would appear that I am the only medical professional on this team. I think that there should be another, someone who can take my place in the event that I am incapacitated. Do you have any recommendations?”
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Post by Game Master on Jun 2, 2015 1:18:12 GMT -6
[GM Post]
This is a short event, so enjoy. This was Matt's idea, and I thought it was a good one....
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Thomas Torrez sat alone in the Valiant's deck, humming the latest song from the famous Elcor rapper DJ Dangerously Speaking Thug. It just made #3 on Casey Kasem's top 40 list. How and why Casey Kasem's radio show was such a hit in Citadel space was beyond Thomas's understand. But he didn't care either way.
What he did care about was why the ship decided to play the saucy footage of his time on Thessia for the last Janiris celebration.
"Oh come on!" he shouted at the holographic projection, trying to punch in the command for it to turn off. "No! No! No! No! No!"
His eyes nearly popped of his head, his face red with embarrassment. He forgot that he kept the footage he took of himself with four Asari sisters. "No! No! No!" He kept on repeating that, navigating dozens of screens... trying to find the command to shut off the video feed.
Not realizing that it was broadcasting throughout the ship....
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this begins the first part of the multi-tiered event. So enjoy it...
What is happening? 1. Some sort of technology that you have is not working properly. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as the piece of technology is relatively new / modern. 2. The technology's malfunction should not be threatening at all. It's just not working right. Like for Thomas... the ship shouldn't be showing a private video he uploaded into the ship's mainframe to the entire crew... but it is. 3. The malfunction shouldn't be huge. It should be small. Like a malfunctioning toilet. Or perhaps an electric toothbrush speaking spanish and demanding to not go into your character's mouth until your character brushes his teeth first.
Enjoy!
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 2, 2015 6:56:38 GMT -6
Joe had just finished the solid portion of the meal and was about to down the broth when the vidscreen activated and began showing the ship’s pilot—what was his name?—engaged with…
Four? How is he managing it with FOUR asari? he thought. Damn, that boy has stamina.
The broth forgotten, he wondered why the pilot would decide to show off his admittedly impressive skills.
Maybe someone’s idea of a joke? he wondered.
If so, he was pretty sure it wasn’t Lysander. The crew were responsible for getting them around the galaxy in one piece; granted, not the most glamorous of jobs, but one just doesn’t screw around with people who knew the ship better than anybody else.
Certainly not Maelstrom or the turians either, nor the drell or Karn…
He looked at the two remaining suspects, Izahm and Meldom. The kid was still an unknown, and admittedly, so was Meldom, and he decided he was going to try to get to know both of them better, especially the salarian.
Besides, he could probably figure out what’s wrong with Bon…
He frowned as he considered the possibility of the two technical problems being linked.
Maybe, but it certainly isn’t going to be me that fixes it…
A smirk crossed his face as he looked over at Izahm.
“Okay, kid, this is what happens when a boy and a girl like each other," he said. "Now I know it looks a little scary, but it can actually be quite fun, though usually it’s only between one boy and one girl.”
He opened up a channel to his employer.
“Boss, this is Fischer,” he said. “I’m in the dining area, and I’m seeing a vid of your pilot getting it on with four, I say again, FOUR asari. Just a suggestion, you might want to talk to him about his choice of viewing pleasure...and who he shares it with.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 12:51:25 GMT -6
Before Lysander could reply, a vidscreen suddenly turned on and began displaying a human male engaged in sexual acts with four asari.
She watched it for a few seconds, her mandibles twitching, then looked over at the human.
"Is this a common...occurrence...aboard this ship?" she asked.
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Post by spartan560 on Jun 2, 2015 14:20:10 GMT -6
Izahm glared at Joe for a second then says, "Yes I do know what sex is Fischer," he pauses taking a healthy bite of Pho, "However why is your ships pilot displaying this on a ship wide channel?" he takes a sip from his thermos the cool liquid easing some of the fire currently rampaging through his tongue and throat, wow I have to get this recipe, this is awesome. "By the way thank you for this absolutely delicious meal Maelstrom," Izahm says finishing his Pho and taking it over to the sink, "I think I'm going to hit that sim now, have a pleasant day all of you."
Back in his shuttle's cargo bay he performs his usual pre-battle meditations when suddenly his Omni-tool comes to life interrupting his meditation. "The hell?" Izahm says as his Omni-tool suddenly deploys an Omni-blade but this one is in the shape of a crescent, then suddenly it flashes as it undeploys then another shape pops out from the Omni-tool this one a star shaped blade, that too undeploys then another shape pops out this one a row of jagged edges like a crown, then finally the crown undeploys and his Omni-tool falls silent, only to have the other Omni-tool on his left arm activate and go through the same thing only in reverse, "the hell!" He gets up and removes his armor getting into his unmarked heavy armor then plugs his custom armor into the shuttles mainframe, "Azrael perform a complete diagnostic, malware, virus, spyware and trojan scan," he says keeping his armor plugged in but begins to run a background diagnostic on his VI. The hell caused that whole thing, my Omni-tool has the best in firewalls.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 2, 2015 15:15:39 GMT -6
“It would appear that I am the only medical professional on this team. I think that there should be another, someone who can take my place in the event that I am incapacitated. Do you have any recommendations?”
There was no time for Eric to form a reply to Naetilia’s inquiry. Even with time his jaw would not allow him to articulate properly, having gone slack at the holos on display around them.
Graphic holos of the Valiant’s pilot frolicking with four Asari.
Four?! Four!! How does this guy score four?!!!
"Is this a common...occurrence...aboard this ship?" Naetilia asked, her tone confused and flustered.
Her voice brought Eric out of his trance, his head shaking violently, trying to calm down and forcing himself to speak.
“NO – no –no… no…” He believed she must see him as an utter pig ogling the asari on display. He desperately attempted to summon up the will to re-establish a professional air.
“No; absolutely not. This is not a normal activity on this ship. And that can’t be normal either – how th’ hell does he- mrrpgh- never mind… uh… alternate medical personnel, right?” He pointed to Naetilia as he hopped off his seat. “Well, ah… me n’ Joe’re trained in basic… field medicine n’ surgery, though really only for… humans. Mel-dom… knows some exo-med stuff. Not an expert but enough to get thigh – I mean by. Sooo… if you needed attention yourself he’s probably your breast – BEST- best… bet… would you excuse me one minute?”
Eric appeared quite tense as he walked over to a nearby wall comm and pounded open a channel with his fist.
“Hey, Ground Control to Larry Flynt! Who’re tryin’ ta impress, huh? Ya up for Fornax’s Stud o’ th’ Year? Cut that shit off before ya have a riot on yer hands!”
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 2, 2015 18:48:49 GMT -6
"By the way thank you for this absolutely delicious meal Maelstrom," Izahm says, after downing his pho.
"That's why I'm here. That, and widespread destruction," Maelstrom replied.
"I think I'm going to hit that sim now, have a pleasant day all of you," the newbie said, before heading off.
Maelstrom shook his head at the vid playing, averting his gaze. The asari were beautiful enough, but he did not want to have to look their pilot in the eye after having seen his "brown eye." Turning instead to Fischer, he said, "This is becoming a pattern."
Before he could hear the former N7's reply, the stove erupted behind Maelstrom, knocking him forward into the table. Maelstrom turned to see the unit smoldering, the pot for the pho had been knocked halfway across the room. Maelstrom mused that, even though his armor had saved him from any bad burns, if the pot had contacted his head, he would have been a dead man.
He heard a repair drone's alarms, and saw one of the mechanical units rushing in with flashing lights. It nearly collided with the stove, and sat hovering in the middle of a lick of flame, as it sprayed its extinguisher. By the time it had put out the fire underneath it, the repair drone itself was on fire.
"Evacuate area!" it called buzzing close over the heads of the men in the area. "Uncontrolled fire hazard! Uncontrolled fire hazard!"
Maelstrom wondered what the hell was wrong with the drone. They were supposed to deactivate and wait for other drones to extinguish them if they ever became a fire hazard themselves. Two other drones, these holographic, came flying into the room, spraying their extinguishers, yet constantly missing, as the rogue unit kept buzzing Maelstrom and the other men.
Finally growing irritated with the fiasco, Maelstrom took a step forward, spun around, and launched a straight kick with his back leg. The biotic blast that issued forth caught the malfunctioning unit with enough force to send it flying into a bulkhead meters away. The impact largely flattened the repair drone, along with leaving a deep dent in the wall. The holographic units caught up at last, eliminating the fire hazard.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 3, 2015 20:49:08 GMT -6
Muttering seemingly echoed throughout the darkened chambers on the top level of the Valiant. Esteban preferred his room to be as dimly lit as possible. He did his best thinking in the dark. Plus, all the light he needed to work always came from his omnitool. But for now, his arm was not consumed by the hard light. Instead, the well dressed Engineer sat on his plush sofa, contemplating the latest difficulty he was facing with his pet project, Lal. His VI was coming along so well. It was able to simulate conversations better than any other VI he encountered. But it was not quite there yet. Esteban threw his head back into the plush cushions, letting his head sink into the cloud-like comfort his sofa provided.
His eyes drifted shut...
Esteban did not dream often. But when he did, it was closer to flashing images and disconnected voices. It was there that he saw faces of friends past... Drell, Turrian, Terrian, and Vorcha. Each seemingly in the middle of a conversation. Some of them spoke of Lal. Some spoke of Nithians. Some spoke of Collectors. One, and only one Drell, spoke of Reapers. Warning Esteban of their coming...
Esteban's eyes popped open to a lit.... room? He blinked, rubbing his eyes.
He didn't remember ordering his lights on.
"Data," Esteban yawned. "Dim the lights."
"The system shows the lights are off," his VI responded.
"Run a level two diagnostic of the basic systems of the Valiant," Esteban ordered Data while rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes... rising up to his feet. "I'll be taking a shower in the meantime."
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Post by Lekuhn on Jun 3, 2015 21:08:18 GMT -6
Lekuhn sat by himself drinking another Batarian ale. The rest of the team were socializing in different places. Lekuhn could smell something pleasant cooking from somewhere on the ship. It smelled like it was good food, but did not interest him. He had sat and tried to meditate the replaying image of one of his kinsman's head exploding over and over away from his ever perfect memory to no avail. He decided, instead, to drink it away. At least, for the moment. This was his fourth Batarian ale. He was drunk.
Am I becoming an alcoholic?
Do I care?
He reached in his pocket and produced an old keepsake he rarely spoke of. It was a very small holographic emitter that was given to him by his mother when he was just a boy. It was contained a short loop of his mother's face saying "I love you" in the Drell language. He could remember her saying it perfectly, but she had given it to him so he would have it to hold in his hand. Alhough he was drunk, his memory was still very sharp as was common for his species and it began to synchronize with the holographic loop. This calmed him. No one could have told by looking at him, but Lekuhn was in a very bad place. He never let his feelings show, but inside he was a mess.
She died. She died right there on that ship. Just like the Drell I killed.
What has become of our people? We have lost ourselves. Our identity.
Just then he heard the familiar voice of the snarky pilot, Torrez, yelling over the ships' speakers and the unmistakable sounds of mating. It did not phase him. He cared not for pleasure or embarrassment or laughter or love or hate or any other thing that would draw him from this synchronicity. He was slowly getting his head back on straight, but then the hologram flickered and faded out.
What is this...this intrusion? Must all moments fade into memories with the people who make them?
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 3, 2015 22:37:12 GMT -6
Tom punched at control after control, trying to put an end to the embarrassing- if ego-boosting- display he had come to realize was now playing throughout the ship. He finally thought he'd made some success when the screen scrambled and the audio went haywire. Just as he was about to lean back in his chair, the video started back up. Two of the asari were passed out, either sleeping or drunk.
"Huh," he said, somewhat curious. The night was a intoxicated blur, and between the alcohol and a concussion he had suffered, he could not remember large parts of it. In truth, that was part of what gave the video its appeal. He squinted for a moment, trying to place the scene in either his memory or his recollections of watching the video. "Guess I never made it this far in before."
Realizing he had said that out loud, he looked back, only to meet with Charlie's disapproving gaze. "What the hell did you do to my ship's computers?!"
"Nothing, I swear!" he replied, holding up his hands.
"That's a load of manure a herd of elcor couldn't drop," the chief engineer said, going over to his console and starting to work at the controls with no more success than he had. "I've been trying to stop this thing since it started. Even tried to delete the file, but it's acting like it's a protected system. Did you download another VI-virus when you were watching pornos?"
"I swear, I've been buying them legitimately since last time," Tom said.
She gave a disapproving huff. Then her brow furrowed. What had been an orderly attempt at restoring order to the system quickly devolved into jamming her fingers into the controls, as though breaking through the hard light interfaces and shattering the emitter lenses would do some sort of good.
Tom looked back to the screen, just in time to see a female krogan walk into the room. She headbutted him in the back of the skull, but somehow the recorded avatar of himself managed to stay standing. He noticed a trickle of blood on the vid, and he touched his fingers to the back of the head. Ever since that night, he wondered how he got that scar.
Then the female krogan started moving closer to him.
"No! No! Oh, God, no!" Tom yelled, nearly shoving Charlie to the floor in his urgency to get back to the console. "No, no. No, no, no!" he yelled, pounding on the controls, as though stopping the playback would somehow alter the events of the night.
Charlie laughed as she pushed him clear out of the seat. He landed hard on his butt. Reaching in to her jacket and retrieving several specialized modules, she said, "Let me show you how a professional gets this done." She attached the devices to several points on the controls, and smaller interfaces popped up scrolling information he could not begin to understand.
Then the grunting started.
Looking over her shoulder with a smirk, she added, "This could take a while."
Sticking his fingers in his ears, Tom closed his eyes and started pacing back and forth frantically, yelling "La la la la la! Mi mi mi mi mi!"
It was so effective that he did not even notice the look of horror that came over the chief engineer's face, as she gasped, "Oh, my God. How the Hell?"
The next moment, she was hit by an electrical discharge and collapsed into the chair, with no one to witness her injuries or how they occurred.
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So, what's happening?
1. If your character is an engineer, you may RP it out to discover the source (but don't reveal it to anyone this round, and check with the GM for approval first).
2. If your character is pretty good at tech, you may find that the malfunctions are like nothing you've ever seen. Looking at a specific device, they appear to be caused by a series of regularly-timed but intermittent connections with the ship's computer, each connecting causing a small power surge and a momentary glitch in whatever application is running. Others, however, seem deliberate, though still driven by connections more powerful than the systems they are controlling are meant to handle.
3. Players not focusing on solving the tech issues with hacking or diagnostics may notice that the regular repair drones, both mechanical and holographic which run around the ship are acting strangely. Some are carrying components. Others are following the crew from a discrete distance, keeping an eye on their activities. a. If you stare at an observer or try apprehend/access it, the unit will hide until it thinks you aren't watching it. b. If you follow one of the units carrying parts, you will eventually come to an access for an engineering crawlspace above the upper deck- if you look at the ship's dossier, it would be a ladder in the top left corner of the deck (do not attempt to enter yet- the area should not be accessible until a future round).
4. Ship intercom is out, except for Paris' video.
5. As we progress through the rounds, the malfunctions should begin to become more of a hassle to overcome.
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A bit of fair warning, while this is meant to be a fun event, as always, your character's life could be put in danger.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 4, 2015 6:45:47 GMT -6
Joe frowned at his employer’s lack of response. The man was not the most outgoing of people, but he generally responded when directly talked to. Add in the problem with Bon and now the malfunctioning drones, his level of concern was definitely on the upswing.
But he also knew he was out of his depth. Low-level maintenance on his equipment was one thing, a malfunctioning ship VI was another.
When all else fails, find the SME, he thought.
He looked over at his salarian teammate, who was still eating the pho, apparently oblivious to the current situation.
“Hey Meldom, what say we take a look into this?” he asked.
[AUTHOR NOTE: “SME” is an acronym which stands for “Subject Matter Expert”.]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 7:32:03 GMT -6
As Lysander chastised Flynt, the sounds coming from the vidscreen changed, from the soft feminine moans of asari to the deep bass grunting of what could only come from a krogan.
She turned and looked, and her jaw fell open.
“By the spirits, how is that even possible?” she asked.
She stared at it for a few seconds before turning back to the human.
“I do not think this is something that should be seen by others,” she said. “We must find Larry Flynt.”
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Post by dargene on Jun 4, 2015 13:08:24 GMT -6
Joe spoke to Meldom “Hey Meldom, what say we take a look into this?”
He looked up from his Pho and nodded "I guess it won't resolve itself no matter how much i ignore it" he sighed "Shame, This is good food" he said in Maelstroms direction "Thank you" he said to Maelstrom "Been awhile since i have had food that has surprised me, in a good way" He then took his cup of tea and drank the last of it to sooth what burn it could before standing up.
"Well then, i suppose we have to try, where should we go first do you think ?" he asked Joe "Airlock the pilot for fun or something else in mind ?"
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Post by spartan560 on Jun 4, 2015 14:33:37 GMT -6
"Alright Azrael anything wrong with my armor?" Izahm says running a deep scan diagnostic on his VI, "No sir except for an intermittent pulse transmission with the ships computer. The connection is powerful but not deathly so, It's simply overloading the RAM of the Omni-tools Omni-blade application," here the VI pauses flickering once, "So far it is only the Omni-blade application that appears affected."
Izahm sits back in the cockpit chair deep in though when he disconnects the armor then says, "Azrael enact Alpha Theta protocol, key words Shadow Kahn Niniah," there is a pause then the VI's avatar disappears but his voice emanates from the shuttle's speakers, "Alpha Theta protocol enacted the ship is secured from all incoming and outgoing transmissions and I have doubled the amount of firewalls around my core secondary and tertiary processes." "That just leaves my armor," Izahm says placing it within the shielded armory, "That should keep anything inside it secured until we can figure this whole thing out, meantime Azrael continue to monitor the armor but keep Alpha Theta enacted."
"Will do sir," the VI says as Izahm leaves his shuttle locking it with another voice print then travels through the Valiant to the access tube to Bridges quarters. "Bridges are you able to receive visitors at this time?" Izahm calls up the tube not wanting to intrude on Bridges, her then fiddles with audio receptors filtering out the annoying grunting coming form Torrez's video so he could hear Bridges reply.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 4, 2015 15:28:31 GMT -6
“I do not think this is something that should be seen by others,” said Naetilia. “We must find Larry Flynt.” Eric’s eyes slanted in her direction.
“The guy we want’s Thomas Torrez, the ship's pilot” he corrected “Larry Flynt’s been dead n’ buried for over a hundred years… in either case a big problem for us since I can’t talk to th' dead or get through to our playboy flyboy. Comms are down. See if you can raise him or anybody on your suit comm…”
As Eric tried and failed with his own hookup suspicious activity behind the turian doctor made itself known to the senior N7. He gestured to her and spoke in a foreboding tone.
“Hey, Doc…? Is that supposed to be doing that?”
Behind Naetilia, a robotic surgical assist arm was moving around on its own.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 5, 2015 4:53:36 GMT -6
"Seeing as how we only have one pilot, let's save spacing him for later, besides, the boss might not like it, he might even dock our pay," Joe said. "Malfunctioning drones and inoperative comms? I'd say there's a problem with the ship's VI."
"But I expect you know more about tech than I do, so I'm open to other ideas," he said. "I'm just paid to kill people, break things and look pretty doing it."
He looked over at the biotic.
"Hey Maelstrom, want in on this?" he asked. "Or are you having too much fun playing with the drones?"
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