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#FreedomFalls – July 31, 2015
Fidaris walks out the bar with him. "Meh, they'll get over it. Can't be the first time they threw someone out at gunpoint. They'll get a hit on them eventually."
Ceeha`Tul laughs. "Of course. Sure." he walks along. "I mean, you'd think for a place that runs on mercenaries they'd be a little more used to this shit." he smiles to himself. 'I mean, come on - I can get threatened by someone at gun-point and that's fine?'
Fidaris lets off a small laugh and playfully says "Sometimes I could just hit you." He changes his tone "Alright, lets find where this bullet went and we can get you some coffee."
Ceeha`Tul groans. "Not today." He idly reaches to where he left his paste tube and uses his opposite hand to feed it into his suit while they walk. "Times like this make me want to get some money."
Fidaris finds the bullet trace and follows it through a building. "Great it's in that building." He gestures towards it. "You'll get some money soon. Come with me on and job and see what you can do. Maybe get paid for it."
Ceeha`Tul tilts his head to the side and winces "Thin walls eh?" he trudges alongside the turian. "Yeah. Can't hold on much longer for that drink." he grins
Fidaris reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a container. "Drink that, it'll waken you up." He gets to the door and knocks "So you gonna take me up on that job experiance shit?"
Ceeha`Tul eyes the container with suspicion. "You.. uh, sure this is dextro right?" Upon looking up, he starts to catch on and tilt/nods his head lightly, "Do I need my shotgun?"
Ceeha`Tul pauses and steps back a bit. "Hold on, hold on. This bullet couldn't have come from your pistol, believe me." he says, moving closer to inspect the thing. " Warehouse's light's still on. It's way too early for that."
Fidaris sighs and facepalms. "Ceeha, I'm dextro. Why the fuck would I have it on me if It wasn't." There is no answer at the door. "You should bring it. Just in case." He nods at his further comments. "What did you read that from your omni-tool?"
Ceeha`Tul pauses to stare at the turian. "Turians.. are dextro? Why did no one tell me?" he slaps his hand across his visor. 'Duh, of course turian brandy being drinkable would mean that.' He places a palm against the side of the warehouse and pushes himself up, "Nah, it seems to expand upon exit." He shrugs, "Shotgun's far from here. I'm sure it's nothing honestly."
Fidaris scratches his cheek. "Alright can you hack a door panel, we're investigating this." He pulls out his viper and readys it. He unholsters his carnifax and gives it to Ceeha. "Just in case."
"No need to," says an annoyed batarian voice as the door opens. He's unarmored, but holds a shotgun in his hands. "We ain't open yet, so beat it!"
Ceeha`Tul tilts his head and glances to the hole. He sighs to himself, not even going to begin with trusting batarians of all people on this rock. Suppose it's time to grab a coffee
Fidaris looks at the batarian. "You got anything back there? Can see a bullet hole in the back there."
The batarian snorts. "It's part of the decor," he says. "Come back when we open, I just guard the place." He shuts and locks the door, staying inside.
Ceeha`Tul slurps some of the concoction and hands the turian the gun, handle first, before holding out some of the drink too. "You want some? There's a real kick to it." he laughs
Fidaris shrugs "Fuck it, I'm not my brother. "Come on we'll get you a coffee. Yeah, that thing has a huge energy boost in it." He chuckles loud enough for the batarian in the shop to here him. "Yeah batarians will take anything the 4 eyed fuck heads" He winks at Ceeha
Ceeha`Tul tilts his head. "Mm. I heard that they weren't trusted in most of council space for being thieves." he says nonchalantly, before slurping enough of the coffee to give himself some pep for the shit that might go down.
Fidaris postures up a little by the door. "Humans are a better species than those batarians. They are far better than them military wise."
Ceeha`Tul grins and props himself up and to the side, ready with the pistol. "Don't get me started. They can't even enslave colonies properly." He bends over and puts down the drink, pistol ready
Fidaris gestures to Ceeha to knock him out. "Didn't the humans destroy them when they where invaded by them?"
Ceeha`Tul takes a second to gesture wildly, as if to say 'Do you think I have the strength to knock a batarian out?'
Ceeha`Tul walks over to beside the door instead, obviously not wanting to be a bullet sponge. "Probably. I dunno, batarians aren't newsworthy."
The might hear the faint sound of laughter, but nothing else. There's a camera overlooking the two of them, as well, but it's very tiny and blends in nicely with the spots and marks on the badly maintained wall.
Fidaris punches the door "Fuck this, I'm not my brother, I'm getting a drink." He rips the gun out of Ceeha's hand and grabs his arm and pulls him. He holsters the guns. "Come on Ceeha."
Ceeha`Tul "Yeah yeah. Time for me to head back the apartment." he says, attempting to wrench himself out of the turian's grip. "Was a good... concoction."
Ceeha`Tul yanks himself, and takes a somewhat-regular posture. "I think sleep will do wonders for my hangover." he waves, "Laters!"
Fidaris laughs a little. "Trust me, you're not getting to sleep with that in your system." He lets go of him. "I'll see you another time man, I'll get you on a mission with me soon."
Ceeha`Tul laughs. "You might be right. Errrrr. We'll see about that." 'more like making an atom bomb, thanks.'