#Miner'sRespite – June 9, 2016

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Aylena is currently taking the order of a customer standing at the bar, that seems to be ordering for a table. The asari is wearing a red modest but form-fitting dress with white trims. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren is stood at the end of the bar, a mug of ryncol gripped in his armoured hand. He scratches at the deep scar on his face, mumbling something under his breath. He is, unsurprisingly, clad in his warlord armour.

Steve is seated in one of the booths nursing a beer, his attention on his omni-tool. He's dressed in a plain black t-shirt, jeans and a pair of work boots, but his SMG is folded up and holstered at his side. (Dante)

Va'ynna is currently exchanging a few words with a lone patron in a booth near the other end of the bar that she has just delivered food to. The patron is a short and rather young-looking asari who's been there for a while. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gregorij is sitting in his usual corner booth, mumbling to himself as he looks over several datapads laid out in front of him. Anna is with him, as always. (Tyranniac)

It is early evening. The weather outside is cloudly with light rainfall, and some chilly wind. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve leans back in his seat, letting out a loud yawn and reaching way up to stretch before returning his attention to his omni-tool. (Dante)

Gren remains quiet, chugging down the last of his ryncol. He adjusts the claymore resting on his back before giving a cursory glance around the inn. He recognizes Steve and obviously the bar staff, but that is about it.

Va'ynna leaves the tray at the table and starts making her way back to the kitchen, their conversation cut short by an incoming call on the patron's end. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Aylena finishes up serving the patron, and the human male returns to his table with a few glasses of beer on a tray. Aylena takes a step back and looks around the bar. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve tosses back the last of his beer and shoves his omni-tool into his pocket for the moment. He stands from his seat and approaches the bar, giving Gren a nod of acknowledgement as he sets his empty glass up on the counter, giving a wave to flag down a refill. (Dante)

Gren nods back to the human, a curt grunt of greeting rumbling from his chest. "Briggs," he growls.

Aylena nods in acknowledgment to the wave, and makes her way over to across from him. "What can I get you?" she asks, gripping the glass. "A refill, I take it?" (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve nudges his glass forward with a nod. "Yep, that'll do it." he says, giving a brief glance around the Respite. "How's everything been around here, Aylena?" he asks, "No problems croppin' up lately?" He rests his forearms against the counter as he awaits his drink. (Dante)

Aylena shrugs her shoulders. "It's been quiet since my return," she says. "Which is good, I've lost count on how many Redrock agents I and Kanaya have had to get set up." A soft laugh escapes her before she walks over to the beer tap to start pouring it, recalling which beer he ordered earlier. (Va`ynna_Atana)

The young asari Va'ynna served stands up from the booth. She is wearing a gray coat with none of the buttons closed, and a black t-shirt with an Expel 12 logo beneath. The asari is walking along the bar until coming to a stop between two stools on the side opposite to Steve and Gren. She is standing there, not saying anything, nor is she waving down the barkeep. She is quite short, only standing 4'7"/140cm tall. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren glances to the tiny asari, his stoic gaze settling on her. He gives her a cold, hard look before turning back to watching the bar.

Gregorij 's gaze is drawn to the small asari, studying her over the datapad in his hand from his seat in the corner. (Tyranniac)

Steve continues to wait for his drink, giving the new arrival at the counter a quick once over before his gaze rests back on Aylena. "Yeah. Company seems to be growin'. I s'pose that's a good thing for me. Job security and all that. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't miss havin' somethin' to do each day, though. Hopin' to get my position back as soon as they deem me ready for steady work again." His hand moves to where he was (Dante)

wounded, brushing against the area briefly. "Been a few weeks, so hopefully soon. Goin' outta my mind with all this free time." (Dante)

She has a youthful face, and other features that might imply that she is rather young. There is no way she could pass for an adult. Her height and other phyisical attributes might be compared to Marissa (Steve and Gren saw her at least once), but the similarities end there. She's deep blue with white markings. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Aylena nods. "It would be good to have you back," she says. "I can trust that you get the job done when it matters, even if you don't seem to be on too friendly terms with the staff." (Va`ynna_Atana)

While the bartender is just done the drink, she pulls out a M-3 Predator from her coat, aiming it at her. It's improbable that she will miss, but she isn't pulling the trigger. There are no demands made, just silence. The mute VI will sound a silent alarm that Philip will hear on his omni-tool. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Aylena freezes in place, waiting for any demands or intervention from security. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren draws his claymore and levels it at the girl. The bayonet slides out. "Drop it," he says simply.

Steve furrows his brow. "Whaddya mean I don't-..." he begins to object, although the asari producing a pistol from her jacket shuts him up quickly. After working security here for so long, his instincts just kick in and his SMG is in his hand before he even has time to think, aiming at the young asari. "Pull that trigger and you'll be filled with rounds before her body even hits the floor." he warns, giving a nod towards Aylena. (Dante

"I don't know what your problem is, but this ain't the time or place, short stack." (Dante)

Philip comes running out of the back, still fumbling to uncompact his pistol. "Hey! Put that down!" he yells, trying his best to sound authoritative. He aims the gun towards the young asari with a nervous look on his face. (Tyranniac)

She keeps aiming it at her. "I-I can't, they'll kill me!" She keeps the weapon aimed at her, but she doens't shoot. She sounds scared more than anything, and her weapon is shaking -- at this range the aim correction will ensure a hit. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren keeps silent. She's not wrong, at least in his case. He makes a point of adjusting his shotgun, adjusting the aim so it's more center mass on the girl.

Aylena stands where she is, beer glass in hand. "Listen to them," she says. "We can talk about this, without guns." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve rolls his eyes as he hears Philip's pathetic attempt but gives a slight shrug of his shoulders to the would-be assassin as his weapon dances over her head. "Sounds like quite a predicament you've got yourself in. Problem is, if ya pull that trigger? I'm gonna kill ya right now. So die now? Die later? It don't make much of a difference to me, but how 'bout we speed this up so I can get back to my drink?" He shifts slightly, (Dante

adjusting his grip on his SMG as he gives another nod to Aylena. "If ya want my opinion, I'd say your best bet is to listen to the lady. Put the weapon down." (Dante)

Gren grunts. "Or don't. That'll be more fun," he growls.

Philip quite clearly has no idea what to do, and realizing the young age of the asari does nothing to help, in fact he's keeping his pistol partially lowered. "Come on, we-... we'll work this out, alright?" he says as he steps closer, trying to come around to a side not covered by Steve or Gren, but he still has a ways to go. "We can-.. someone's makin' ya do this? Is that right? We can help ya! Just put the gun down and we'll (Tyranniac)

get it sorted. Right?" He glances to Steve as if looking for confirmation. (Tyranniac)

She keeps it aimed at the bartender for another three seconds before putting it down on the counter and taking a step back, holding her hands in front of her. "P-please help me," she pleads. "I-I wasn't s-supposed to shoot. Just... just report." On an unrelated note, she is speaking English. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren steps forwards and snatches the weapon off the counter, never once taking the claymore off of her. He holsters the weapon before returning his hand to his shotgun. He'll let the more social people deal with this.

Her expression is one of pure terror as the armed krogan stomps over to her, and she stares at him. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve gives a short, neutral grunt as a response to Phil and keeps his weapon trained on the asari for a few moments longer before glancing at Aylena. "That mean anything to you?" he asks as he lowers his weapon and looks back to the young asari, awaiting further explanation. (Dante)

Aylena sighs and puts the beer glass down on the counter, sliding it towards Steve. "It's possible," she says before looking at Phil. "Take her in for questioning," she says, "and ensure she has no other weapon or biotic amplifier on her." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren kept his weapon leveled, one eye glancing to the rest of the group.

Philip puts his weapon away and approaches the asari carefully, hands out in front of him. "Come-... come with me, alright? It's gonna be fine." he says in a gentle but nervous tone, not showing any real indication of treating her like a prisoner. (Tyranniac)

Steve glances between Aylena and Phil, his gaze eventually coming to a rest on the former. "You sure you want the farmboy to handle this?" he asks. "Maybe I oughtta give him a hand? Make sure she don't knock his teeth out and make off with his weapon?" (Dante)

I'm going to agree with Briggs here.

Gregorij continues to watch from his booth, having remained largely unfazed during the altercation. (Tyranniac)

Aylena shrugs. "The agency put him in charge, so I'll leave that decision to him," she says. "I want a say in any final decision about her, is that clear?" (Va`ynna_Atana)

She turns towards Philip, holding out her hands. "O-Okay," she says, still appearing terrified. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Philip grabs one of her wrists and starts to tug her along towards the back. It's clear he doesn't seem to consider her a threat, and he seems more concerned with getting her away from the krogan with the giant shotgun. "It'll be fine. We'll sort this all out, ya ain't gotta worry. Just have to tell me what's goin' on." (Tyranniac)

Gren lowers the shotgun as the kid steps in front. He doesn't holster it. He keeps his mouth shut as he keeps a critical eye on the asari.

Steve sighs, holstering his SMG. "You want a hand?" he calls out to Phil, worried that his incompetence may muddy things up. "I ain't got anywhere to be today." (Dante)

The asari follows him without resistance. "I w-won't do anything bad, promise," she mutters. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Philip shakes his head. "Naw, I, I have it under control. I've got it." he says as he leads the asari into the back of the Respite, heading towards the guard room. (Tyranniac)

Gren finally holsters his weapon. "Briggs," he grunts. He pulls off the asari's weapon and sets it on the counter, sliding it across to the human.

Steve gives a loud sigh, watching as Phil disappears through the back door, undoubtedly heading into his old office and messing up his chair's settings. And getting smudgy fingerprint marks all over the screen. Steve turns back towards the counter, offering Gren another nod as he scoops up the weapon before it slides by and begins to inspect it. "So-... how 'bout that beer?" (Dante)

She sighs once she's out in the back, the fear of being out of public sight with a stranger being lesser tthan the krogan's intimidation. "I'm s-sorry," she says, her voice low but still nervous. "I-I don't know J-Janysa. I... don't have anything against her. I just d-didn't have a choice." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Philip furrows his eyebrows in confusion, ushering the asari into the security office as he asks: "...who now?" (Tyranniac)

She just stands in the security room, not knowing where to sit and not wanting to do anything without an order to do so. "The b-bartender," she says. "I w-was given a profile and they confirmed it was her when I sent a p-picture. I w-wasn't supposed to do anymore." (Va`ynna_Atana)

The weapon is a M-3 predator, civilian variant. It has a completely full clip in it. There is no wear and tear on the weapon, either. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve shrugs and makes sure the safety is on before tucking it into his beltline. Another one to add to the collection. He grabs his drink and takes a sip from it. "So much for that quiet, eh?" he asks with a shake of his head. (Dante)

Never boring around here.

Aylena sighs, and walks over to a terminal. "And mere moments after you mentioned it, too," she says. "I think you contained that situation rather well, though." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve leans up against the counter, holding his beer in one hand, and gives Aylena a shrug. "She didn't sound like she was ready to kill someone." he says, "Ain't hard to talk down someone who don't even wanna do what they're doin'." (Dante)

Gren had retaken his spot without another word. He looked down at his empty mug, mulling over the idea of ordering another one.

Aylena nods, and takes a step aside to stand infront of the terminal. "Fair point," she says. "Let's hope Lacour gets something useful out of her, especially who called for the shot." She starts tapping away at it. (Va`ynna_Atana)

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