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#Susanna – March 5, 2015
In hangar B5 sits the MSV Susanna, a Kowloon-class freighter. The central cargo module has opened a side ramp, allowing entry directly through the cargo hold. Two humans stand at the bottom of the ramp, both of them in civilian clothing. The man speaks up when all of the mercs and misc have entered. "Hello everyone. I'm Captain Kleiner, this Alessa..." he gestures towards the woman next to him, who waves at the group. "...and this is (Tyranniac)
Susanna." He gestures at the ship behind him. "We're going to be taking you to the Di Yu system along with our normal cargo haul. The passenger quarters have been readied for your use. We'll be taking off as soon as you're all onboard - your vehicles are already here. It's a pleasure to have you all along, and I'll be happy to answer any questions about the ship once we're off the planet." He smiles. (Tyranniac)
Damien walks aboard, nodding at the captain. He chuckles at Garr as he starts searching for a place to claim as his.
Garr plonks his big arse down on a cargo crate and grumbles, scratching an itch under his head-plate.
Leah makes her way over near Damien and accompanies him into the ship. "I didn't mean to leave you hanging." she says casually, "I was planning on showing up. Honestly. Job came up and I had to spend the day out in Adrasteia." she offers.
Tarlon makes his way aboard and hides out in a quiet corner in the passenger quarters where he hopes the krogan won't find him.
Vasquez starts to walk aboard the ship but stops when she reaches Garr. "I've asked the crew to let you stay in the cargo hold instead of the passenger module... there's just not enough room." (Tyranniac)
Damien shrugs, small smile on his face. "No worries," he says as he starts moving to the passenger module. "Besides, we're going to be cooped up in this ship for awhile, so it sorta works out."
Leah brushes some hair out of her face. "Right..." she says, "I somehow doubt they've got a bar onboard, though." she jokes.
Jason reaches out and takes the captain's hand, giving it a firm shake. "Thanks for havin' us." he says, "I'm sure this puts you in an awkward spot, but we appreciate it."
Ilyna enters the passenger module eventually and drops off her bag by the bunk furthest from the door and sits down on it.
Damien shrugs, opening the door and pondering which bunk to take. He settles for one in the far corner, top bunk. "Hence, why I keep a bit of rum on me at all times. For, uh, medicinal purposes," he chuckles.
Captain Kleiner shakes his head. "No, no, it's our pleasure. We've taken passengers before, and, well, it never hurts to have some muscle onboard when hauling goods in the Terminus Systems." (Tyranniac)
Garr stomps aboard and makes his way to the cargo bay, kicking some crates out of the way and sitting down on one of them. "What've they got in these things anyway?"
Leah gives a short laugh. "Right. Medicinal." she agrees with a nod. She gives Ilyna a short frown, "We've got five days of dead time, surely a drink won't hurt anything, right?" She begins tossing her things on the bunk below Damien's.
Victoria walked into the room with all the bunks and took her own by throwing her bag and sitting on one.
Jasper and Jattic are seemingly lost in a conversation about modifications to make on their shuttles. They absent mindedly begin to unpack their things at a pair of bunks as they go about their conversation.
Mendez boards the ship and stomps his way into the crew quarters. He takes an available bottom bunk.
Captain Kleiner enters the ship after Jason and starts moving towards the bridge, which is also where Vasquez is heading. (Tyranniac)
Steve hoists himself up onto the bunk, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Don't do a whole lot of sleeping in general." he says.
Damien observes their room, smiling softly. "Heh. Brings back memories," he sighs, clambering up onto his bunk.
Ilyna is in the bunk beside Damien's. She takes off her shoes and sits further into it with the back against the wall. She enables her omni-tool to continue on her report from the last job.
Leah begins organizing her things into her footlocker. "Spend a lot of time on ships?" she asks upon hearing Damien.
Damien chuckles. "Having your own room on Omega was for the officers only. Or if you wanted to fork out extra credits."
Alessa nods. "Electronic appliances¨. So please stop. Uhm... please?" She takes another step away from the krogan, just to be sure. (Tyranniac)
Been a while since I've been on a ship like this. Spent a little time with the Alliance, but that didn't last long. Never got the chance to get acclimated to life like this. Seems so.... cramped.
Fatsani boards the ship, moving towards the passenger quarters and looking around for an empty bed. (Tyranniac)
Steve removes a small pill bottle from a compartment on his hardsuit and flips the cap off with his thumb. He pops a couple pills into his mouth and begins chewing them up like tictacs. "Gonna be a long trip. There'll be plenty of time to rest."
Garr laughs rahter boisterously. "Aww, ain't ya cute! Look at ya, tiny little thing, afraid for your little expensive gadgets. Don't ya worry, little human, I don't cause collateral damage until I'm on the actual job." He seems to ponder that for a moment. "Well, 'cept door panels. Bloody things are so slow."
Jason remains by Vasquez' side as they approach the bridge. "Biggest crew we've ever had on a single job." he sighs, "Hope this works out..."
Leah looks around the room. "We're bound to have at least one among us." she says with a smile, "Personally I don't think I could ever get used to living like this. I need my personal space."
Victoria heard what Leah has been saying ''You would not make it as a pirate.'' She said loudly enough for people to hear.
Leah gives Damien a shrug. "If I have no other choice... I suppose I'll trudge through it." she says sarcastically.
Steve gives a chuckle. "Yeah. Really good people that are likely to shoot you in the back and take all your shit. Nothin' wrong with 'em at all."
''So it is alright when people are paid to kill other people or protect themselves? But when someone tries to make a livin' as a pirate, it is bad.'' She made a pffft noise with her mouth ''You people. Lighten up.''
You'll get no judgement from me, Vicky. I'm just sayin' ya gotta be honest with yourself. You're a piece of shit. Own it.
Steve brings his legs up onto his bunk and removes his SMG from his side. He sits back against the wall and begins looking it over. "We're all exactly what we are."
Captain Kleiner enters the bridge, taking one of the four seats. There is already another person in there. (Tyranniac)
Bayani moves aboard the ship, but doesn't head to the passenger module, he starts exploring the ship instead. (Tyranniac)
Tarlon sits on his bunk with his legs crossed, observing the bantering humans with an aur of scientific curiosity.
Vasquez nods at the man and then turns to Jason. "You head to the others, make sure they're settling in. I'll be here with the captain." (Tyranniac)
Jason gives Vasquez a nod and turns on his heels, exiting the bridge and making his way towards the crew quarters.
Garr gives Alessa another stare, then shrugs and pulls out a magazine and starts looking at the fold-out pictures.
Victoria shrugs at Steve ''Everyone has their opinion. All I am gonna say. Gonna have a nap. Have fun.'' She layed down on her and tried to nap.
The MSV Susanna has left Aite and is now on its way towards the Phoenix Massing relay system. The crew has been busy with the ship and have not interacted with the passengers. Vasquez is still on the bridge, Halisi and Bayani are nowhere to be seen, Philip is sitting in one of the two chairs in the passenger module, looking out at space. Fatsani is still in her bunk, perhaps asleep, perhaps not. Athorus is in the cargo hold doing pushups (Tyranniac
Ilyna is still typing on her omni-tool, erasing and rewriting a lot since writing reports was a few paygrades above her back in the military. She is still sitting in the bunk with the back to the wall.
Damien has ventured off into the kitchen, scribbling down ingredients into his omni-tool and seeing what recipes he can craft with them.
Jason has been getting his bunk in order. He's now out of his armor, in his typical non-combat clothes. Black fatigues, black boots, white t-shirt. He puts the last of his gear into the footlocker and snaps it shut. He takes a seat on the edge of his bed and looks between Ilyna and Tarlon. "Good to have some of the old crew back together." he says.
Garr watches Athorus' workout for a while, then folds his arms. "Won't help. You'll always be scrawny."
Ilyna nods. "I'm hoping this trip will be smoother than... with the first ship," she says, finally taking her eyes off the omni-tool.
Athorus snaps up into an upright position with a grunt. "Perhaps. But you underestimate drell muscles." He says with a grin. (Tyranniac)
Steve is also out of his armor, wearing instead a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. He folds his arms across his chest and stares out the viewing port from behind Philip. "Ain't it a sight to see?"
Philip nods. "Yeah... I-... it sure beats the view from the homestead." He keeps staring out the window, wide-eyed. (Tyranniac)
Jason gives a chuckle. "You kidding me? You're an adreneline junky, Tarlon. You're just not willing to admit it. I don't think you'd even know how to settle down."
Sure does. Don't get disillusioned by the view, though. Just as cutthroat out here as it is back on Aite. Worse. Slavers. Pirates. All sorts of shit out there.
Tarlon scoffs. "Did not say I was one to settle down. But perfectly capable of staying busy without putting my life in danger."
Jason glances towards Vaden with a sigh. "Had a run in with these things a few years back. Decimated our entire crew. We barely got out with our lives." he admits.
Ain't humour, Skinny. You don't believe me, eh? I've popped drell heads before, they crack just as easily as any other.
Ilyna looks at the other salarian. "We're a much smaller crew this time, and most of us are combatants," she says. "We're much better equipped than on that ship."
Leah eventually makes her way over to the kitchen in search of Damien. She's now dressed down as well, in a pair of black pants, unlaced boots, and a blue shirt. "There you are." she says when she finally manages to find him. "Planning on cooking us all a feast?"
Jason 's expression turns a bit grim and he lets out a sigh, "Wish I could say it wasn't true, but experience has proven that I'm not the best of lucky charms for those around me."
Ilyna nods. "I... have catched that contagious bad luck too," she says, "so be ready for the worst."
Philip tears his gaze away from the window and looks at Steve. "Uh... two. Including this time. Don't... really remember the first time." (Tyranniac)
Jasper and Jattic are still in their bunks, paying absolutely no mind to the conversations around them. Jattic seems to be insisting that Jasper should consider installing some sort of weapon system on the shuttle back home, while Jasper is bringing up weight concerns.
Steve gives a big smile. "Practically an open-space virgin." he says, "First time when you were younger?" he assumes out loud.
Vaden doesn't look particularly reassured. "Lost a hand last time. Not a pleasant experience. Would prefer not to lose it again." (Tyranniac)
Damien is dressed in his usual casual gear. Leather jacket, dark blue jeans and brown boots. He turns and smirks, waving a hand at the food. "In a sense. Just seeing if there is anything decent I can make from... This." He peers at a tin and frowns. "So far, no."
Philip lets out a short nervous laugh. "Heh, yeah... we moved to Aite when I was a kid." (Tyranniac)
Jason gives Vaden a shake of his head. "Not gonna happen." he says, but he keeps his gaze aimed at the ground. "Those things thrive off of a large population. Our first ship... The mining colony... Lots of people to infect. This time the odds are better stacked in our favor."
Ilyna tilts her head. "The... ones we met on the Evening Star didn't use weapons," she says. "Or proper combat technique."
Leah leans back against a counter and uses her arms to prop herself up onto it, sitting at the edge. "Might be a nice pick-me-up for everyone. We're all a bit on edge. Would be good for us all to sit down and enjoy a meal together."
Athorus shifts his weight a bit. "Indeed? I can promise you'd have more difficulty with me." (Tyranniac)
Garr laughs uproariously, slapping his thigh. "If I had a glass of Ryncol for every time some fucker said that to me!"
Steve gives a nod. "From Earth myself." he says, "Didn't stick around long, though. Not for me. Been all over the place since then. Terminus life suits me just fine, though."
Jason frowns at Tarlon. "At the mining colony we went to investigate, they seemed to have some biotic abilities. It wasn't pretty. Nearly the entire colony was lost."
Tarlon shakes his head. "Advancing their technology? Not a good sign. Cultists rarely qualified for proper maintenance on complex nanotechnology."
Athorus stares Garr down, or, up, rather. "I can demonstrate my capacity if you wish." He says, his muscles tensing. (Tyranniac)
Damien picks a few packets from the cupboards and scans them over, nodding to himself. "Yeah, I got that vibe from the bosses. Is it really as bad as they're making it out?" He asks with genuine curiosity.
Leah sighs, but nods. "We all nearly died when we encountered those things. It was a nightmare. I wouldn't have believed any of it if I hadn't seen it myself, Monroe."
Damien stops what he is doing. He turns and leans against the counter, shoving a hand into his pocket. "Care to share? That is, if you're comfortable with sharing? I won't pry if not."
Athorus smiles politely before aiming a swift but strong (as expected from a drell) kick at Garr's lower leg, no doubt aiming to make him fall. (Tyranniac)
Leah shrugs. "Not much to share. A mining colony fell out of contact and we were sent to look into it. It was nearly a total loss." she says sadly, "More than a hundred dead. Turned into-... whatever those things are." she says, attempting to recall Halisi's term, "Husks. We were ambushed from every side. Had to fight tooth-and-nail just to get out in one piece."
Garr weighs more than most of the cargo crates around here and is kind of hard to topple, so he only shifts his leg a little to keep his balance. In return, and without much ado, he swings an armoured fist at the drell's head.
Leah gives a silent nod. "More than one..." she corrects, "The worst thing is just knowing that something like that exists. You know? That's why I know we have to do this." she nods.
Athorus swiftly raises both hands to perform a turian blocking manuever while building some biotic energy, and then aims a biotically charged punch at Garr's chin. (Tyranniac)
Alessa enters the kitchen, humming on a tune. She seems rather surprised upon noticing Damien and Leah. "Oh." (Tyranniac)
Garr does topple backwards this time, but this only seems to make it more fun for him. With a sort of brutal enjoyment, he grins at Athorus while building energy and then charging straight at the drell, with the full force of his weight and the biotic acceleration behind it.
Leah nods once more. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough." she says. As Alessa enters the kitchen, Leah hops off the counter and straightens up her posture. "Hey..."
Athorus manages to move aside just enough to be slammed into one of the side crates rather than being hit by the full force of the charge. After a moment's recovery he dashes after Garr, trying to unbalance him with a weak biotic pull before tackling the krogan. (Tyranniac)
Ilyna springs to action at the shake. "What's going on?" she asks before she starts walking towards the cargo bays in a quick pace.
Garr slams into whatever cargo might be in his way, then turns to find the drell. Pulled forward by Athorus' biotics, he gives up on balance entirely and lets the drell get close before belly-flopping on top of him, trying to pin him to the ground.
Jason cusses loudly and hops from his bunk. He wastes no time booking it towards the cargo bay. "The fuck is going on in here!?" he calls out, skidding to a stop as he enters the large room.
Mendez shuffles in his bunk and his eyes snap open. He gives a loud grunt as he looks around the room. "What's going on?"
Athorus grunts, pinned by the weight of the krogan. He braces himself before grabbing a hold of the krogan's headplate, moving his head aside to slam Garr's head into the floor hard. (Tyranniac)
Damien follows Alessa, omni-tool flaring to life. He stops just inside the door and gawps. Such an attractive look. "Holy shit, how is he breathing?"
Garr grunts as his head slams into the floor. "Why, you little..." He grabs the drell by the scruff of his neck and gets up, holding Athorus at arm's length. Then he slams him into the wall, without letting go.
Steve glances back over his shoulder towards the general direction of the noise. "This is what you get when you let a krogan in the house." he says, "Fuckin' animals."
Garr is briefly distracted by Ilyna's shout and turns to look at her, grinning. "Nah, don't worry, this one asked for it. Literally this time."
Jason takes a cautious step towards the pair. "Garr.... This isn't our ship." he says, putting his hands out in front of himself, palms outward, "We can't just destroy their shit, buddy."
Athorus takes the opportunity when he has it, bracing against the wall and then aiming a biotically enhanced kick at Garr's chest. (Tyranniac)
Garr flies backwards and lands in a stack of crates, toppling them. He growls angrily at the drell and then chucks one of the crates at him, then gathers energy for another biotic charge.
Alessa looks over the scene, and most importantly the dent in the crate Garr hit, with a stunned expression. (Tyranniac)
Athorus gasps for air once he's free of the krogan's grasp. he just barely manages to dodge the crate and then stands up, putting his hands behind his back with a smile. "It seems we've been asked to stop." (Tyranniac)
Ilyna looks at the krogan with a stern expression, which is not very intimidating at all. A bitoic shimmer forms around her.
Jattic sits up in his bed and calls after Tarlon. "I wouldn't go out there if I were you. If it is the krogan, you'd make a fairly soft target, salarian."
That's your first mistake. They're a fucking plague on the galaxy. Should've wiped 'em all out when you had the chance.
Tarlon sniffs disapprovingly. "Typical short-sighted human reasoning. Cannot simply wipe out species. No way to foretell damage on ecosystem."
Doesn't take a genius to see that without those big dumb motherfuckers around, we'd all be a whole lot better off. They strut around, thinking they can do whatever the fuck they want. Pushing everyone around. They can hardly avoid causing their own damn extinction. May as well help 'em out and end the rest of our misery.
Lucky for krogan species then that there are more intelligent people than you around who handle biological weapons responsibly.
Garr scoffs angrily and lets his biotic energy dissipate, grinning at Athorus. "See? Ya totally lose, squishy. You owe me a Ryncol."
Steve climbs out of his chair and whips around to face Tarlon. He takes a few steps towards the salarian with a big grin on his face, "Lucky for you I'm on the clock, so I won't jam a kitchen knife in your head while you sleep tonight. Keep running your mouth and we'll see how tomorrow looks."
Athorus chuckles. "I would call that a tie." He looks to his side at the small crowd. "What? Just some friendly sparring." (Tyranniac)
Fatsani opens one of her eyes, glancing at Steve. her right hand slowly moves to her sidearm and comes to rest on the grip. She's still lying in the bed. (Tyranniac)
Tarlon sniffs disapprovingly. "Should perhaps re-evalue your definition of brutish beasts, in that case. Detecting a degree of hypocrisy."
Jason glances around at the strewn about crates with a sigh. "You know if any of this is damaged..." he glances between Garr and Athorus, "I'm gonna have to take the expenses out of your cut." he pauses for a moment, staring at Garr, but suddenly shifts to Athorus, "Athorus."
Damien shakes his head and makes his way back to the kitchen. He quickly opens the door to the living quarters to grab something from his bag, only to pause in the doorway. "Uh... Bad time?"
Athorus looks behind him at the crate Garr tossed. "Ah. Right. This ship needs a sparring room." (Tyranniac)
Tarlon blinks at Damien. "No, no, quite fine. Excellent demonstration of alpha male behaviour dating back to more primitive roots. Shall be taking notes."
Damien quickly slips into the room. He quickly grabs out a bottle and a small book, zips his bag back up, and heads back to the kitchen.
Steve remains in place, a few inches from Tarlon, smile still in place. He nods silently a few times and then goes to respond, but just as quickly shuts his mouth when he spots Ilyna and Jason returning. He gives Tarlon a firm, perhaps overly firm, pat on the shoulder and nudges past him to exit the passenger module.
Leah winces as she sees Alessa's reaction and decides to make herself scarce, quickly returning to the kitchen and retaking her spot atop the counter. "Well... That was exciting..."
Garr grins at Alessa. "There there, li'l lass, it'll be fine." He gives her a fatherly slap on the shoulder that would make her knees buckle.
Jason tilts his head to the side as he overhears Tarlon. "It's just his way, Tarlon. You know that. I'd recommend you don't let him hear ya say that, though. Garr's got a temper."
Vaden quickly leaves the room containing the krogan and returns to the passenger module. (Tyranniac)
Was talking about the human, actually. Though krogan also an ass, of course. Just less self-righteous about it.
Damien moves back to his spot and starts gathering ingredients, placing the bottle on the side and flipping open the small book. "As long as they apply that to the field and not when I'm in the same room, I have no problem with it," he jokes.
Alessa has to brace herself against the wall to keep from falling over. She lets out a nervous laugh. (Tyranniac)
Damien | A vintage bottle of rum is what Leah holds in her hand. From the looks of it, still pretty full.
Have a taste if you like. Though only a little. I use it for cooking and medicinal purposes. As you can see from the bottle, either doesn't occur often.
Leah raises an eyebrow and opens the top of it without bothering to ask for permission. She takes a quick gulp and replaces the cap, grimacing at the burn.
Steve passes through the cargo hold, shooting a glare in Garr's direction as he passes through. He continues down the hall.
Athorus studies the broken crate for a moment before hearing Garr, causing him to smirk. he moves off to the passenger module. (Tyranniac)
Steve proceeds towards the infirmary, hoping to get away from the others. He checks to see if the door is open/unlocked.
The door to the infirmary opens. There is a computer terminal, a scanner and a medical bed along with some lockers. Halisi is sitting on the bed, reading from a datapad. She looks up as Steve enters. "Oh. Hello." (Tyranniac)
Athorus enters the passenger module and sits down in his bunk with a sigh. He starts checking to make sure all his limbs are still functional. (Tyranniac)
Garr laughs jovially and roughly stacks up the crates again, then plops down with his back against them and pulls out his Fornax again.
Steve sighs loudly as he enters the infirmary. "Hey doc." he says, not sounding particularly interested in conversation, "You excited to get a lil' revenge out there? These fucks pretty much ripped your life apart, right?"
Leah still has a sour look on her face. "You use that for cooking?" she asks, "The hell do you plan on cooking with it?"
Halisi looks rather caught off-guard. "I-... well, yes... they... they did..." Her gaze falls to the floor and it takes her a moment to gather herself. "I heard some commotion. Are you injured?" (Tyranniac)
Philip is starting to snap out of it, and looks to Tarlon. "Ya drain shields? Uh... yer not gonna take mine, are ya? I don't really have much armor..." (Tyranniac)
Damien barks out a laugh. "Stew, mostly. And I think I'm going to try using it in a chilli. Usually I'd use red wine, but there seems to be a lack on the ship."
Vaden tries to focus on his reading, but finds it troublesome with so many people speaking. (Tyranniac)
Tarlon grins at Philip. "Preferably enemy shields, though in a pinch any will do. Shall try to remember to spare you, though."
Alessa stands around the cargo hold for a while unsure what to do, but eventually she goes back to the kitchen, still looking a bit upset. (Tyranniac)
Steve furrows his brow and gives a shake of his head, "Nah. The krogan." he cocks a thumb over his shoulder, "Decided to show how big and strong he was by attacking the drell." he says sarcastically, "Just looking for a little alone time. Didn't exactly find it." he says with a chuckle.
Leah glances over at Alessa as she enters the kitchen. "Judging by that look on your face, I'd say there was some damage?" she asks, sliding off the counter once again, all incognito-like.
Halisi smirks faintly. "Sorry to disappoint. Don't think you'll find any empty rooms, it's a small ship. Maybe the airlock." (Tyranniac)
Damien nods to Leah as he starts gathering everything needed to cook some chilli. Hopefully there is enough for the twenty odd people on the ship. Discounting the turian, of course.
Alessa nods with a sigh. "Yeah... you could say that." She looks at Damien. "Huh, didn't realize you guys would be cooking. I was about to start dinner." (Tyranniac)
Steve glances around. "If it's all the same to you, I'm just gonna settle in right here for now. You go about your business, I ain't gonna bother you." he says as he takes a seat against the wall beside the door.
Leah gives a shrug, leaning back against the counter on her elbows, "Well, that remains to be seen. We still haven't confirmed whether or not Mr. Monroe actually can cook."
Damien chuckles, jabbing a spoon at Leah. "You get less than the rest." He starts setting out the equipment and gets to cooking. "You can help if you like," he says to Alessa.
Damien smirks as he starts chopping up onions. "Best damn chili you will ever have. My ma's recipe."
Alessa snickers quietly at the two and shakes her head. "No, I'm sure you've got it covered. I'll get back to the bridge." She turns around and leaves the room. (Tyranniac)
Jason glances over at Ilyna and scoots further back onto his bed, sitting against the wall. "Never got to mention that I saw a few pictures of you on the extranet." he says with a crooked grin, "Va'ynna showed 'em to me."
Leah hops back onto the counter once Alessa is out of sight. "Family recipe, huh? This your thing?" she asks, gesturing towards all the ingredients, "You like to cook?"
Ilyna chuckles and looks up from the omni-tool. "Don't believe everything the news says, though," she says.
Damien grabs a can and gives a slight look of disgust. "Even if most of it has to be this canned crap."
Damien scrapes the ingredients together and starts cooking, nabbing other bits and pieces from wherever he can. "Besides, you don't last long if you don't know how to cook."
Jason gives Ilyna an exaggerated wink, "Right. Of course." he teases, "By the way.... You get that thing? The thing for Vasquez?" he asks.
Leah nods a couple of times. "I get by. Can't say I'm a good cook," she chuckles, "but my dad doesn't seem to mind."
Ilyna nods towards her bag which still lies unopened against the foot of her bed. "Mhm," she says. "I forgot to give it to you earlier, so I brought it with me here." A grin can be seen on her face, as well.
Jason nods a couple times. "Good, good. Just-... Keep it between us. She doesn't need to know." he says, turning a bit red, "Uhh... Would like to surprise her."
Leah brings a boot up onto the counter and rests her arms on her knee. She gives a slow nod, "I guess so. We're all we have."
Ilyna looks at Jason with a tilted head. "I'd like to be there when you give it to her," she teases, not sounding too serious.
Steve removes the small bottle from his pocket and pops a couple more pills in his mouth. He leans his head back and stares up towards the ceiling as he chews.
Jason shakes his head a bunch of times. "Uhh... No.... I don't think she'd like that. You know how she is. Strong, tough, takes-no-shit... She'd kill me if she knew I told you."
Vaden pipes in. "Talking in public room may not be best way to keep a secret." He remarks. (Tyranniac)
Steve looks towards Halisi and studies her for a few moments as he continues to chew. His discomfort quickly grows into embarrassment. "Nah." he lies as he reaches up to rub at his forehead, "Every now and then. No big deal."
Jason glances at Vaden, reddening a bit more. He throws his arms up in defeat, "Fine! It's for me!" he says, looking towards Ilyna, "There! Happy!?"
Leah tilts her head to the side and gives a shrug. "There's not a whole lot of communication there. I mean, we get along just fine, but he sort of shut down a few years back when my mom passed. I do my best to take care of him."
Halisi takes a little while before responding. "You should come to me next time. I might be able to set up a better treatment for the pain. I'm not sure you should be self-administering your medication..." (Tyranniac)
Jason frowns at Ilyna. "Jerk." he mutters. He glances over at Tarlon and shakes his head, "Tarlon... I have no idea what you're talking about, but the support is appreciated, buddy. At least someone-..." he glares at Ilyna, although it's obvious he's not serious, "...has my back!"
Steve stares at Halisi for a few seconds, then turns his attention to the pill bottle. He rotates it in his hand a bit and leans his head back against the wall. Finally, his smile returns and he gives a shake of his head, "Not necessary, doc. Really. I'm doin' fine."
Leah gives a genuine laugh, "My dad? Are you kidding me? He sits in that same chair pretty much every day, watching the same exact programs. I swear, he'd forget to eat if I didn't put it right in front of him."
Mendez groans loudly as his sleep is constantly disturbed. He rotates and sits up in his bed, rubbing at his eyes.
Damien smiles faintly, pouring the smallest dash of rum into the mix. He tentatively tastes it. He hums in appreciation and looks back to Leah. "Well, have you tried getting him out? Might do him some good."
Constantly. He doesn't seem to have a whole lot of interest in anything that requires him to leave the house.
Halisi doesn't seem very convinced, but she nods. "Alright. It's your decision." She returns to her datapad. (Tyranniac)
Damien nods, preparing to cook up the rice. "Well, if it is what's best for him, then I suppose so. Still, some outside contact might help," he suggests, boiling some water.
Leah nods a couple times before giving a shrug, "Don't have to tell me. But he's a big boy, if he says he wants to sit around on his butt all day, who am I to say otherwise?"
Damien chuckles. "Well, perhaps being his daughter is one argument and that you are concerned for his well being?" He shrugs lightly, pouring the rice into the boiling water. "But I'm not a doctor, what do I know?"
Mendez glances around at the sudden lack of conversation. "So, you all go on and on and on about who knows what while I'm trying to sleep. The moment I wake up, you all stop." He simply shakes his head.
Philip is sitting around, looking a bit awkward. After a while he gets up and leaves the room. (Tyranniac)
Mendez stares at Jason hard for a few moments. "I fucking hate you." he finally manages and stands from his bed. He makes his way over to the viewing port and takes a seat.
So are all dad's in their later years... Or in their earlier for that matter. Hmm, probably easier to say men are just stubborn.
Athorus looks around the room now that he's done making sure nothing is broken or sprained. His gaze stops on Jason. "I apologize for the mess out there. Just trying to blow off some steam. I intended no harm to the cargo." (Tyranniac)
Leah reaches for the bottle once more with a big smirk on her face, "I can toast to that." she says as she removes the top and takes another small swig. Once again, she grimaces, this time accompanied by a cough. She replaces the top and sets the bottle back down.
The fuck did you think was gonna happen? He's a krogan! This whole place is one big jenga tower and he's a wrecking ball!
Damien laughs, gently taking the bottle. "Careful with that, it isn't weak stuff." He pops the top off and takes a small swig himself, a small twitch in his eye to indicate the burn.
Athorus shrugs. "I have never had the chance to test myself against a krogan battlemaster. I could not pass that up. I always spar before missions, that's just how it works on our ships." (Tyranniac)
Jason looks around and slowly starts to nod. "Oh! Well, shit, there's the issue, I suppose. Pardon me. Many apologies. All the apologies. I didn't realize we were on one of your ships. But now that I know, I think I'll go and punch someone in the head and break a bunch of dishes."
As I said, medicinal. Get shot out in the field, no gel, nothing but the bottle. Hell of a painkiller. Course, only happened to me once.
Leah brings her other leg up onto the counter and shifts around, sitting indian style. "Hmm? Sounds like there's a story somewhere in there." she says, "I could go for a good story. Do tell."
Athorus lets out a sigh. "Again, I apologize. You must realize I have come straight from a tour of duty on the PFS Determination. It takes some time to adjust." (Tyranniac)
Jason sighs, "It's... fine. Just don't let it happen again. This entire job is operating at a loss for us. The last thing we need is to rack up even more fees."
Damien turns and folds his arms, grinning cheekily. "Darlin', I know exactly what I wish for." He winks, turning back to the cooking.
Mendez stands from his seat and stomps past the others and out the door. He makes his way to the cargo hold and offers Garr a silent nod as he positions himself near the hallway opening and begins using the frame to do a set of pull-ups.
Leah blushes somewhat and makes a weird face, "Keep it in your pants, Casanova." she groans, "Chop, chop with the chili. I'm starving."
Mendez continues his workout without pause. "Unfortunate.... side effect of.... being in... the largest room." he manages between breaths.
Leah reaches out and takes the bowl. She sniffs it for a moment before reaching for a utensil and trying a bite. She remains silent for a few moments as a smile crosses her lips. "Not bad, Monroe." she says, "Not bad at all."
Damien smiles proudly. "Told ya'. I'll go call the others, see if they'd like some." He moves over to the door, opening it up and poking his head out. He takes a deep breath. "GRUB IS UP!" He bellows, before slinking back into the kitchen, all subtle like.
Tarlon sighs and turns his Omni-Tool off, getting up from his bed and stretching before slinking over to the kitchen.
Ilyna disables her omni-tool, and gets off the bed. She starts walking towards the kitchen, as well.
Mendez releases his grip on the frame and drops to his feet. He turns to face the krogan. "You sleep in the middle of the ship, krogan." he says matter-of-factly, "I'll do my best to keep from bothering you, but space is at a premium around here. We're all, unfortunately, going to need to get used to being in close proximity to each other."
Damien starts spooning up same size portions for everyone, placing each bowl on the side for people to freely take.
Jason hops off his bed, using Tarlon's bed as a step-ladder to climb down. He proceeds towards the kitchen, but decides to make a pit stop by the bridge to check on Vasquez.
Vaden puts his book down and slides off the bed, heaing into the kitchen. Upon arrival he looks sceptically at the food. (Tyranniac)
Steve sighs and presses a hand against the wall, slowly climbing to his feet. "You hungry?" he asks, glancing over at Halisi.
Fatsani sits up and hops down from her bunk, heading to the kitchen as well. She enters, grabs a bowl and leaves without a word. (Tyranniac)
Damien finishes serving up the food, the side now covered with bowls of chili con carne. He takes one for himself and leans against the wall, chewing on a spoonful. He leaves the seats around the table for others.
Jattic and Jasper follow suit, still arguing over shuttle specifications as they make their way to the kitchen. Once there, they part ways, with Jasper taking a bowl and sitting at the table, and Jattic returning to his bunk.
The door to the bridge opens - Vasquez is in the middle of a conversation with the captain. (Tyranniac)
Jason steps into the bridge and waits a few moments for an opening in the conversation, giving a short cough to announce his presence.
Vaden grabs a spoon, poking one of the bowls and sniffing. "Smells very odd. May be overseasoned. Human food is... strange." (Tyranniac)
Jasper digs a spoon into the bowl and shovels some into his mouth. "Well, shit, didn't think we'd be eatin' this good out here!"
Fatsani has taken a seat at one of the chairs in the passenger module, and is eating in silence. (Tyranniac)
Ah. Good of you to clarify. Never know, with human food. Know for a fact that they like to eat eggs!
Jason looks between the two and nods back towards the kitchen. "Uhh... Sorry. One of the guys made chow. Thought I should let you know."
Damien rolls his eyes with a small smile. "Help yourself. If you don't like it, I'll try to wrangle something else for you."
Vaden shrugs, taking a small bit of food on his spoon and lifting it up towards his mouth. At Tarlon's comment he hesitates. "Perhaps... I will eat something else." (Tyranniac)
Mendez remains in the cargo bay, using Garr's absense as an opportunity to continue with his workout regime.
Garr thumps on the kitchen doorway with his fist, shouting loudly. "Heard there was grub? Smells weak."
Vasquez gets up with a nod. "Thanks" She starts heading to the kitchen, and the Steve comes as well. (Tyranniac)
Leah laughs, gesturing towards Tarlon with her spoon and, in the proccess, dripping some food on her pants, "Hey, eggs are delicious. Don't knock it till you've tried it."
Vaden has put the spoon down and is now looking through cabinets. He luckily doesn't hear Leah while searching. "Do you have any beetles?" (Tyranniac)
Ilyna looks towards Leah. "Salarians are egg-layers," she mutters. She then looks down at her meal, putting a little bit of it on her spoon to taste it.
Damien frowns good naturedly at Garr. "It's delicious." He turns to look at Vaden with a raised eyebrow. "Uh... Maybe?"
Tarlon shuffles subtly away from Garr and then gives Leah a horrified stare. "Try them?! What kind of brute do you take me for? How can they not have outlawed egg-eating yet?"
Leah scrunches up her nose. "So you're grossed out by some eggs, but you're all in for insects. Right."
Steve makes his way through the cargo room, shuffling around Mendez, and stops just outside the kitchen, waiting for an opportunity to enter.
Damien covers his mouth to stop himself sniggering. He regains his composure and jabs a spoon at the pot. "That's for you," he says to the krogan.
Leah remains atop the counter, sitting crosslegged as she shovels some more food into her mouth. "Relax, nobody wants to eat your eggs." she teases.
Garr stomps over to the pot and inspects its contents, then pulls off one gauntlet and sticks his finger in the pot, licking the chili off it. "Bah, this stuff is weak. Haven't ya ever heard of seasoning? Where's the chili powder?"
Vaden seems dismayed by the repeated mentions off egg-eating, and apparently decides to eat later. He heads to the hygiene room, giving Jason a disgusted look one the way out. (Tyranniac)
Tarlon stares at Jason with an utterly horrified expression and then very quickly exits the room and returns to the passenger dorm.
Jason stares at Tarlon with a confused expression on his face as the salarian storms into the passenger module. He steps into the dorm doorway as he waits for the hall to clear out. "You having some food, Tarlon?"
Vasquez enters the kitchen, taking a quick look around. Upon locating the bowls she grabs one with a nod to Monroe, but she doesn't take a seat, remaining standing as she eats. (Tyranniac)
Um... think not, all things considered. Lost my appetite. Definitely don't have the stomach for human food right now.
Steve weasels his way in behind Vasquez and grabs a bowl as well as a spoon. " 'Preciate it." he says to Damien as he passes by. He sets the bowl down on the table and takes a seat beside Jasper.
Steve enters the room, looking around at all the people. "Sure are a lot of you guys, huh?" He pauses as he notices the krogan, giving it a concerned look briefly. "I'm Steve, the navigator." (Tyranniac)
Yes, yes, quite aware. Will look for some food later. Don't want to spoil humans' appetite with my bug-eating, and all.
Ilyna focuses on eating her meal, trying not to pay attention to the others, especially the krogan. At the sound of introductions, she puts the spoon down and looks towards Steve. "I'm Ilyna," she says after she's done chewing.
Jasper hurries down another bite and adjusts his cap, smearing a bit of chili on the brim as he does. "Names Jasper." he says with a nod, and quickly returns his attention to his food.
Garr finishes off the contents of the pot, and joins in the general introductions with a loud belch. Then he gives Damien a slap on the back. "Good grub, kid!"
Jason gives a shrug. "Alright. I'll try and save you a bowl." he says before heading back towards the kitchen.
Damien staggers forwards, spilling his spoonful onto the floor. He grimaces but smiles at the Krogan. "Thanks. Glad you liked it."
Steve looks a bit uncomfortable with Steve's staring. After shaking his hand he pulls back a bit. "Ah... okay then. Nice to mee you all." He heads over to grab a bowl of chili and then takes a seat. (Tyranniac)
Jason scoots his way into the kitchen and past Leah, flicking her on the nose with his middle finger as he does. He makes his way over to the chili and grabs a bowl. "Chili?" he asks, glancing around, "Niiiice. Who made it? You make it?" he continues, looking over at Damien.
Leah rubs at her nose and frowns at Jason. She gives him the middle finger and returns to stuffing her face.
Steve looks up at Damien. "Nice job, this is great! You're gonna have to leave the recipe!" (Tyranniac)
Tarlon sniffs. "Trained in the salarian military, you know. Cultural prejudice again. But no, am not a soldier. Freelance field researcher in anthropological and sociological studies."
My apologies. What I mean is, what is the point of bringing you along. What value do you hold on this operation?
Fatsani continues to eat in silence - it's unclear of she's listening to Jattic and Tarlon or not. (Tyranniac)
Expertise. Intelligence enough to make up for some of the others. Also, not bad in combat. Not good either, but better than I give impression of being. Very useful to be underestimated.
Jattic gives a look towards the door and then returns his attention to Tarlon. "Good to hear." he says, his voice that typical, deep, gutteral growl of a batarian, "With this bunch, we could use all the brains we can get."
Tarlon sniffs disapprovingly. "Precisely. Surrounded by too much muscle and guns and too little brain."
Garr slams the pot back down on the stove and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then stomps back to the cargo bay.
Jason looks up at Damien. "So can we expect this to be a regular thing?" he asks with a crooked smirk, "Nice cooked meal each night?"
Alessa exists the crew quarters and starts heading towards the cargo hold, she peeks into the kitchen curiously before moving on. (Tyranniac)
Mendez releases his grip on the handhold and drops to the ground. He leans forward and places his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He glances towards Garr after a few deep breaths. "What are they eating?"
Jattic changes targets, looking towards Fatsani. "What about you, human?" he asks, "Obviously Alliance. What is it you bring to the table."
Mendez wipes his hands off on his pants, leaving a visible stain. "Better than nothing, I guess." he mutters as he sets off towards the kitchen.
Pfft, we'd be out of supplies at that rate! Besides, this is the only dish I can cook well. Everything else would be sub-par.
Fatsani turns to look at Jattic, still chewing on her latest spoonful of chili. Her face is largely expressionless, although it is hard to tell as her face is severly scarred - she's missing an eye and it looks like her cheek was ripped out at some point, but restored. "I know the enemy." (Tyranniac)
Alessa moves aside in the corridor to let Mendez through. She eyes the rather massive man up and down once he's passed, before catching herself and moving on into the cargo hold. (Tyranniac)
Mendez stomps past Alessa and enters the kitchen. He looks around the room as he proceeds towards the bowls.
Jason frowns, "Ahhh well. Still, nice way to start the voyage. What do they have stocked around here anyway, Monroe?"
Damien finishes off his bowl and sets it down on the counter. "Well, imagine alliance rations. Now imagine those rations, but slightly better and with more flavour."
Jattic moves to his footlocker and begins going through it. "Valuable." he says, "Care to elaborate?"
Ilyna finishes her meal and to be considerate to others who could use a place to sit, she gets up and walks over to the sink to leave her plate and utensils in it. "Thanks again, Damien," she says. "It was great."
Steve looks up from his now-empty bowl. "Oh, don't worry, we'll restock once we arrive." (Tyranniac)
Mendez gives Leah a nod and something resembling a smile as he scoops up a bowl. He takes Ilyna's recently vacated seat.
Steve shrugs. "Six years, maybe? Not a lot of ships going out there nowadays - they're self-sufficent as far as food and power goes, but we supply the things they can't manufacture." (Tyranniac)
Steve nods. "Sure, they're alright. Not too keen on strangers, suppose it takes a certain kind of person to live in such a remote colony. A lot of them are there for the challenge of terraforming." (Tyranniac)
Steve shakes his head. "Can't say I have, no. Are you talking about Father Marchal's compound? Your boss has told us you're going there, you know." (Tyranniac)
Jason gives a shrug and a sheepish smirk as he glances towards Vasquez, "Well then... What can ya tell me about 'Father 'Marchal'?" he asks.
Steve continues to slowly eat his chili, mostly pushing it around with his spoon as he listens to the chatter.
Steve shrugs. "Don't know anything about him. Him and his keep to their compound out in the woods." (Tyranniac)
Nobody around the colony ever talks about them when you're around? No mentions of any sort of interaction between the two groups?
Steve raises an eyebrow. "Well, I'm pretty sure the cultists trade for food sometimes, but you'll have to ask someone in town. We don't tend to stay all that long." (Tyranniac)
Mendez finishes wolfing down the rest of his chili and stands up. He takes his bowl to the sink before returning to his bunk and plopping down on it with a loud grunt.
Steve glances up at the mention of his name, but narrows his eyes on imposter-Steve once he realizes he's not being addressed, and then returns to staring into his bowl.