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#FreedomFalls – August 30, 2015
Renala shrugs. "It was her place," she says, "and she wasn't away for most of the day, so it was only fair she managed that."
Steve seems lost for a moment before he gets a grip on who she's talking about. "O-.. Oh! Right. Yeah, I just never gave a shit about any of that." he says with a chuckle, "I was still pretty much a kid when I moved out to Omega. Bit more focused on, you know, puttin' food on the table rather than puttin' a table on the floor." he says as he taps the elevator's second floor button.
Renala nods. "Omega, now that's a place I'm not going back to," she says. "It was exciting, I suppose, living day by day and covering up my tracks."
Steve snorts and gives a shake of his head. "No thanks. Tryin' to make a go of it on your own out there is suicide. I signed up with Eclipse right away." He glances over at Renala and gives a nod, "But you got yourself some balls." he adds with a chuckle.
Steve gives a nod as the elevator door slides open once again. "Still. Dangerous place if you ain't got people lookin' out for ya. How long did you stick around Omega for, anyway?"
Renala picks up her bags, using a biotic field to lower their wieght. "Two centuries, on and off," she says. "I started small, though." She exits the elevator and starts moving down the hallway.
Steve raises an eyebrow, stepping out behind her, and gives an impressed whistle. "You sure livin' here ain't gonna be too borin' for ya? Ya hardass." he teases.
Renala snorts. "I can count on the agency to make things not boring," she says, rounding the corner and continuing down the hall.
Steve sighs loudly. "Speakin' of which... Cross has been askin' about ya, Ren." he informs, "He's really hittin' the pavement lookin' for someone with your degree of skill with an omni-tool..."
Renala reaches the apartment door and enables her omni-tool to unlock it. "He has?" she asks with a raised brow. "Did he say what kind of work?" She opens the door and walks inside.
Steve tilts his head to one side, then the other. He steps in behind her and, with a grunt, heaves his crate to the ground. He rotates his arm with a pained expression, "Heavy as hell..." he groans, looking at his crate of gear. "He's puttin' together a team of some sort." he says, turning to close the door behind him, "Few of his enforcers. They ain't got much in the form of techies,
though. Most of 'em are lil' more than reformed thugs." he shrugs, "Cross ain't one to go into details. Professional, through-and-through. He's droppin' a whole lot of credits for it, though..." he glances over at Renala, "Good payout."
Renala opens the door to the nearest bedroom (with the single beds) and drops off her bags and backpack inside. "I'm tempted to take him up on that, actually," she says, "but if Wolfe finds out, my job with the agency is done for."
Steve gives a shrug, slowly pushing the crate with his boot across the floor towards his own room. "S'pose so. Ya think he's smart enough to even figure it out?" he asks. A smirk crosses his lips as he continues to stare down at his crate, "Hell, he'd prolly need to have you look into it for him."
Renala laughs. "That's true," she says. "I'm not so sure about his assistant, though, since I've barely seen her around, and she's been to Adrasteia."
Steve nods, although he's in an entirely different room so it'd go unnoticed. "True. I guess we'll just have to wait and see how she pans out. Maybe she'll turn this operation around."
I suppose she could. She's not from the part of that family I knew, so I've only met her a few times.
Steve finally gets his crate to just outside his door and decides to hoist it back up, step inside the room and chuck it onto the bed. "Any change is good change at this point." he calls out, "What do you know 'bout her? Any family rumors or anything like that?" He pops his crate open and begins pulling stuff out.
Renala hums thoughtfully. "I didn't hear much about her at all," she says. "She's my former bondmate's cousin. Served in the military in Serrice. She apparently quit doing that since the family gathering seven years ago."
Steve begins laying his armor out on his bed, positioning the plating in the way he usually does before he suits up for work. "So then we're in the dark about her. Might very well just push Jason to get us in even more trouble." he sighs, "I don't know, Ren. It's your call, of course. But if you decide you need the credits, let me know and I'll get ya in touch with Cross. Was thinkin'
about talkin' about the deal with Monroe, too, but after his display at the Respite the other day-..." he pauses as he sets his weaponry on the nightstand, "...Seems like he ain't in any condition for me to present to Cross right now. Guy's gone and lost it."
Renala frowns. "Can It wait until we've come back from getting the chief?" she says. "I have no idea how long that's gonna take, and the agency isn't very good at keeping us informed about such things."
Steve nods arbitrarily. "Of course! Assumin' Cross is still lookin' for hands by then, anyway. No big deal one way or another. Just figured I'd give ya a heads up in case your credit chit was gettin' a lil' light. Good to have options, right?"
Definitely. I could use some credits to improve my gear, so I can come home without bullets in me for once.
On the intersection by the south-east corner of the market's block, there's a gym that's been around for a couple years. Above the glass doors leading into it, a sign reads 'Quads', with a short looping animation of a cartoony krogan lifting weights beside it, making the words 'fitness studio' underneath the name quite redundant.
Leah has somehow gotten into some long winded story about her father's love for asari daytime TV and how she always gets dragged into watching them with him as the two cross the street towards the gym. "There's only so many times that a character can die and come back to life before you want to rip your fucking hair out!"
Damien has followed and listened. And listened. And listened. As they cross the street, his pace unconsciously quickens towards the sweet salvation of the gym. "And that's why I don't watch that crap," he replies, turning and walking backwards a few steps.
Leah sighs, "And I wouldn't either!" she says, throwing her arms out, "But then Monara fell in love with Trisenne, and suddenly she's in a coma and-... and I can't just stop watching it until I know what's going to happen with Sela's cloned baby that she hasn't even told Lariana about." She pouts as she picks up her pace a bit to catch up with Monroe, "It's all shit. The whole
Damien pats her reassuringly on the shoulder as they walk into the gym, trying to convey a look of sympathy with his features. "I'm sure whojamaflip and whatsherface will resolve their conflict."
Leah shrugs his hand away. "Yeah, yeah..." she groans as she steps into the gym and gives a quick look around the place. Specifically searching for the sparring ring and, perhaps, a spot to pick up a few pieces of gear.
The entrance is almost at the right end of the wide wall of the oblong room inside. Along the wall to their right is a counter, a few bathroom doors, about two dozen lockers and a vending machine for energy drinks and water. The other three walls have many kinds of gym machines lined up along them, including stationary bicycles, threadmills and those for training specific muscles. There's also racks of manual weights and benches. In the m
In the middle of the room, there is some sort of combat ring with elastic fences, which is currently vacant. There are 14 others in there; humans, asari and turians making up the majority of them. Behind the counter is a a bored asari with teal skin and red markings.
Damien hums and rolls his shoulders, eyeing up the room. "Huh, quiet." He remarks, eyeing the sparring ring in particular as he wanders over to the counter, presumably alongside Leah.
Leah follows Monroe over towards the counter with a little spring in her step. She puts on her best smile as she approaches the asari. "Soooo, we'd like to spend a little time in the ring." she says, cocking a thumb towards the vacnt ring, "How does this work? Do we pay by the hour, or-...?" she shrugs, "Do you have a by-the-minute rate? Because I don't think this is gonna take too
long." She glances over at Monroe, stands up on her tippy toes all giddy-like and drops back onto her heels before giving him a wide smile.
Damien arches his eyebrows, shaking his head with a chuckle and a thin but warm smile. "Might need to make the ring bigger," he says, casually inspecting his nails for nonexistent dirt. "Not enough room for that ego of yours."
Leah maintains her bright smile as she rests it back on the asari. "What my friend here is trying to ask is: Do you have any larger rings so he has more room to run from me?"
The asari smirks. "Afraid not," she says. "The prices are simple. 30 credits for up to an hour, per person, and 75 to come and go as you please during the day."
Damien hums. "Sounds alright," he says, fishing out his credit chit from his pocket. "Two for an hour then, please. Also, you sell or rent any gear for the ring?"
Leah goes to reach for her credit chit when Monroe offers his. "I'm getting you back." she says with a frown, clearly uncomfortable with him paying.
The asari shakes her head. "We don't charge for gear," she says. "It's in a couple boxes on the other side of the ring." She takes the credit chits and charges the amount they owe.
Damien takes his chit back and nods his thanks, though he does shrug somewhat apologetically at Leah. "Looks like you'll have to use the free gear. Hope they scrub it well...".
Leah scrunches up her nose, her mind going back to the hospital gowns. "Gross..." she mutters under her breath, but her smile quickly returns. With a raise of her eyebrows, she thanks the asari and spins on her heels to face the ring. She grabs Damien by his upper arm and gives him a tug in that direction before heading on her way. "So you've never been here?" she asks as she makes
her way across the room. She's just making small talk as, from their earlier conversation at the Respite it's pretty obvious he's never been here.
Damien is unceremoniously pulled along, shaking his head at the question. Small talk. His one weakness! "No. But, to be fair, if you heard of a place called 'Quads', you wouldn't assume it to be a gym."
Leah furrows her brow, glancing back at Monroe as the pair stop just beside the ring. "Quadriceps." she says plainly as she follows the ring around to the other side, leaving Monroe behind as she does. She disappears out of view as she crouches down on the other side of the ring to inspect the box of gear, but her voice can still be heard, "What the hell else would you assume it-..."
she trails off, after a moment she pops back up and looks across the ring at the man, narrowing her eyes on him, "Gross~"
There are two boxes layaing against the ring with various equipment in them, and a black plastic bag with a sheet of paper taped to it saying to throw used equipment in it for cleaning. The boxes lids are liying beside them. The boxing gear is in one of the boxes, with inner gloves in different sizes and finger-amounts beside them.