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#Miner'sRespite – August 14, 2016
There are not many patrons about in the Miner's Respite, fewer than usual due to the kitchen being closed. There are four asari present in the room, but the only one of dark blue skin lacks the brighter coloration around her face. Aylena is the only one standing behind the bar.
Jason steps through the front door at of the Respite dressed in a white t-shirt with a brown jacket over the top and his usual black fatigues and boots. His shoulder-holstered Phalanx can be spotted beneath his jacket as he unzips it during his walk towards the counter. Once he approaches the bar, he takes a position near Aylena, leaning his elbows atop the counter, and gives her a nod in greeting.
Aylena steps away from the terminal. "Hello Jason," she says. "What can I get you?" She's wearing a modest gray dress with orange trims.
Jason gives a shake of his head. "Nothing for me today, Aylena." he says, "Unfortunately I'm here today for business, not pleasure." He frowns as he looks past Aylena to a bottle behind her, considering it for a moment before his gaze returns to the asari, "I'm guessing V contacted you and filled you in somewhat on what happened...?"
Aylena nods. "She did, and asked for a few days off," she says. "I'm glad it ended well." She pauses for a moment. "So, you said you were here for business," she begins. "Is that something I can help with, or are you waiting for someone to show up?"
Jason gives a brief glance around the bar, his attention stopping on each of the asari patrons briefly before returning to Aylena. "I don't know, I was hoping you might be able to help me out. It's a shot in the dark, but I'm looking for an asari by the name of 'Wenera Leren'." he says. He gestures with an extended finger to his face, dragging his finger across his cheeks, "Dark blue. Blue markings on her cheeks...? Any guests
Aylena tilts her head and takes a step to her terminal. "Even if I have, it's standard policy to respect the guests' privacy, even past check-out," she says. "Is she expecting you?" She begins tapping away at the terminal, though her attention is still directed at Jason.
Jason gives a lopsided grin. "Of course she's expecting me!" he says, despite his previous statement running contrary to what he's saying, "Yeah, yeah. Privacy and all that crap is important. I completely respect that." he nods, "But yeah. Totally expecting me! If she's here just go right on ahead and point me to her room. Maybe even-..." he gives an exaggerated wink, "....give me that room code she left for me-..." he winks
Aylena narrows her eyes. "This is no joking matter, Jason Wolfe," she says, though the laugh in her voice does not agree with her. She turns back from the terminal to face him fully. "I have let her know you want to see her," she then says. "I hope I didn't ruin a surprise."
Jason groans and leans a bit heavier against the counter. "This is about V's safety, Aylena... I respect your clients' right to privacy." he says, raising both hands up, palms outwards as he stands straight up, "I do! But she might have information that can make sure V stays safe. So, you know, fuck her privacy. I mean, what's a little breaking-and-entering between friends, right?"
Aylena frowns. "Let's start with the most diplomaic way, and go from there," she says. "This place's reputation when it comes to safety is hanging by a thin thread." She pauses for a moment. "I'm sure Mercier will say something if she decides to escape through the window."
Jason gives another groan and leans back up against the counter. "Whatever you say. Your bar, your rules..." he sighs, "Just don't say I didn't warn you if she decides to stir up some shit." He glances towards the staircase as he waits to see if the asari makes an appearance. "So..." he begins to Aylena as he waits, "....What can you tell me about her? Anything out of the ordinary? Anyone else stop by recently looking for
Aylena glances over at the terminal. "She's not old, Va'ynna's age at most, so I'm not really afraid of her," she begins. "She has spent most of her days down here by herself, but she is not opposed to a chat with whoever sits down beside her. I saw her talking with one of your people last night, actually; Ehanis I think her name was. I only caught idle smalltalk, though." Aylena sighs. "Anyway, you can speak with her yourself," she says
Jason gives a nod once Aylena finishes. "Works for me." he says as he pushes away from the counter, taking a step towards the stairs. He quickly turns back and points past Aylena towards the bottles behind her, "Ya know what? Maybe I will have a drink. Rum and cola?" he asks, "Just-... whenever you've got time. I'll come back for it." He nods once more before continuing towards the stairs.
Aylena nods. "Never too early for a drink, is it?" she asks with a soft laugh before going off to find a bottle of Rum.
Jason starts up the stairs, giving a glance and point back towards Aylena as he ascends, "If Linda asks, I had water!" he calls out with a grin before continuing on his way. As he reaches the top, he starts towards the shared kitchen, his familiarity with the establishment due to his time staying here making it a short trip.
Aylena nods. "Of course," she mutters. Another patron waving at her takes her attention away from the staircase, however.
Jason sighs as he sees the empty kitchen, but he makes his way over to it regardless, hoping she'll show. In the meantime, he takes a quick look in the fridge.
The fridge is empty. All rooms have a mini-fridge, after all, which means there's little reason to leave any food within stealing range.
"How would you feel if a man with a gun asked for you by name in a town far from home?" someone asks, accompanied with sounds of footsteps coming from the other corner. The voice belongs to an asari in a dark gray suit of armor that's not heavily plated. She does not have a visible weapon on her person.
Jason leans down, inspecting the fridge with a frown as he realizes there's nothing to snack on. "At this point? I suppose I'd feel like it's my lucky day since he's not shooting yet." he responds as he pulls his head out of the fridge and shuts the door. "Wenera Leren?" he asks as he turns to face the disembodied voice.
Wenera nods and stops in her tracks about halfway across the room. She folds her arms over her chest. "You found me," she says. "Now what?" She watches Jason carefully from a somewhat safe distance.
Jason gives a shrug as he leans back against the fridge, folding his arms across his chest as well. "Now you tell me who in the hell Sala Piros is and what business she has with you. You see, the way I'm looking at it, I did you a favor. She wanted me to drag your ass out to some abandoned cabin in the forest to answer a few questions. I figure that's probably not something you want
if asking nicely was off the table." he says with a smirk, "But, see, I don't like being told what to do. So let's call this an exchange of information. Consider this your warning that she's looking for you and knows, roughly, where you are." He nods to her, "Your turn."
Wenera frowns. "Sala Piros," she repeats. "Yes, her name has come up. A potential name to a face, among many others." She turns around and lets her arms rest at her side, seeming less uncomfortable. "Come with me," she says, glancing over her shoulder. "I'm supposed to never share information with anyone, but I'll make an exception."
Jason remains at the fridge, hesitant for the moment before deciding he doesn't really have any other options if he's going to get to the bottom of this. With a sigh, he steps away from the fridge and begins to follow the asari. "Where are we going?" he asks, gripping the collar of his jacket and adjusting it slightly. As he lowers his hands, his left glides over his jacket, pressing against the pistol holstered on his left side
beneath it. A small movement to restore a bit of comfort by reminding himself he has a way of defending himself if need be.
Wenera reaches the corner to the left. "My room," she says. "The walls aren't perfect at blocking sound, but it's better than the kitchen. And it's where I have the data."
Jason continues to follow Wenera around the corner, glancing back behind him briefly as his paranoia sets in a bit. "And who are we trying to 'block sound' from?" he asks, "You expecting eavesdroppers?"
Wenera reaches the first door after rounding the corner. "I can't take any chances," she says, "especially after what you just told me." She holds up her omni-tool at it for a second to unlock it and steps inside. "Close the door after you," she adds before walking into the room.
Jason steps inside behind Wenera, closing the door once inside as instructed. He makes no attempt to go any further into the room, years of bad luck saying there's a pretty good chance she's probably just going to attack him any second anyway. "Now what is all this about?" he asks.
Wenera walks over to a travel bag. "There was an sudden murder in Raelos two months ago, in a small settlement near the border," she says. "My employer took notice and... here we are." She takes a datapad out of the bag. "If Sala Piros is truly after me, then this must be her." She taps on the datapad while walking towards him, bringing up a picture of a sky-blue asari in green armor. There are some spots of yellow on her cheeks. The
image is of rather bad quality, and the lighting is terrible. "She was visible for two standard seconds before vanishing," she says. "Many have heard the gunshot, but nobody had seen her."
Jason blinks a few times, not entirely following. "Wait, wait, wait. Back it up..." he says with a wave of his hand, "Okay-... okay so... A murder in Raelos...?" he asks, clearly unfamiliar with Raelos as he begins to run through her information, "...And you think Sala Piros is the one who fired the shot? Is that right? So you were sent here to, I assume, track her down? And now it seems like she knows you're onto her.... Am
Wenera shakes her head. "Honestly? It's only the fact that she both matches the picture AND pursues me that makes her the prime suspect," she says. "I'm not supposed to track her down, no. She's too dangerous for me to deal with on my own. I'm searching for a witness who's said to be in this town, likely looking for mercenary work."
Jason furrows his brow at the mention of how dangerous she is. "Can't be that dangerous if she couldn't even manage to find you without my help..." he mutters. He gives a shake of his head, "Who are you working for, anyway?"
Wenera shakes her head. "I'm afraid I can't talk about that," she says. "I can play loose with some of our rules if necessary, but not that one. No, my employer, and only her, decides who gets to know."
Jason rolls his eyes. "Uh huh..." he says, "...Look. For whatever reason, Piros took an interest in a friend of mine. She was planning to purchase her from a bunch of grade-A scumbag mercs-gone-slavers looking to make a few quick credits. I'm not looking to get in the way of your-... investigation or whatever this is. I'm just concerned about my friend. If you've got any info that might help me out, it would be appreciated.
Any idea why Piros might be looking to purchase a bartender in some backwater town out in the Terminus? I somehow doubt she's looking for an around-the-clock martini-maker. What about this witness's name?" he asks, "I know a lot of the players in our field out this way. Give me a name and I might even be able to point you in the right direction. At this point, whatever tosses a wrench in Piros' plans seems like a solid
Wenera frowns. "Oh," she says. "I think I know who you're talking about. Can't say I saw her at the bar all that often, which is a shame. I don't know her motivation, but my primary objective is finding that out. I hope the witness might have a few of the pieces to that puzzle." She sighs. "She is a human woman. Natalie. Twenty-eight years old. Brown-blonde-whatever colored hair, pale skin. I was shown a picture, but I didn't get t
Jason lowers his gaze to the ground for a moment, racking his brain as he thinks on the name. After a few moments, he simply sighs and shakes his head, "Sorry. Doesn't ring any bells." he says, "I can ask around, see if any of my people know her. Do you have a last name? Anything else to go on? I mean, Freedom Falls isn't the biggest place, but this is the Terminus Systems. For all you know she might not even be using her real
Wenera shakes her head. "It's woods, but don't worry about her. I'll know it when I see her." She pauses, a smile showing up. "You've been of great help already," she says. "It shames me that I got more out of this exchange than I could offer. I'll be sure to pass along any new information to your organization."
Jason sighs and nods his head. "I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me. For what it's worth, I hope you find what you're looking for." he offers. "Like I said, I'll pass the info along to my employees and see if any of them know her. Send a message to my office so I know how to get in touch with you, alright?" he asks as he steps towards the door. "If there's anything me or my people can do to help with bringing Piros
in, don't hesitate to contact me. I'm not too fond of the idea that someone possibly wanting to cause my friend harm is just walking freely out there."
Wenera nods. "Thank you, and you as well," she says. "If I see her coming, you'll be the first to know, because I'm as tough in a fight as I look." A giggle follows.
Jason reaches out and taps the door's interface, causing it to slide open. "Works for me. You take care of yourself out there." he says with a lopsided smirk at her remark, giving a small wave as he steps through the door. The sound of boots against the floor signals his departure down the hallway.
Wenera doesn't give any answer before she closes the door to her room. "Goddess," she mutters to herself before walking further into the room.
Jason makes his way back to the bar with plans of remaining good on his word to enjoy a drink before heading home.