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#RedrockAgency – October 23, 2016
Vasquez departed the Redrock building in the company car not long after her shower, letting Jason sleep in rather than wake him up.
Jason slept in quite late. It's only now that he has finally gotten around to waking up and showering. Once re-pantsed he parks himself at the edge of the bed and begins to look through his messages on his omni-tool. "...Translator package...?" he mouths with a furrowed brow as he reads the message put out by Renala while trying to slip his shirt over his head. The fabric catches along the anchors for his arms, just like it always
does, causing his head to get caught part-way into the shirt. His omni-tool drops onto the bed beside him as he begins his eternal struggle with his shirt. Will he rip another one? Will he need to call Vasquez to come rescue him from t-shirt purgatory? One deep breath and a whole lot of forceful tugging later and his head pops free of the hole. "Gotcha you sonovabitch..." he mutters. A deep sigh escapes him as he leans back,
propping himself up at the edge of the bed with his hands. This was his life now. A life of torn t-shirts. He slips on his boots and scoops up his omni-tool before setting out towards Renala's office.
Seriah is in rec room, sitting on the couch and pestering Fergus with questions while simultaneously running an outstretched hand through his avatar repeatedly.
Jason glances in to the rec room as he picks at the shoulder of his shirt for a moment. A lopsided grin crosses his face as he spots Seriah swiping at Fergus, but he decides not to bother her for now. Might as well get the 'translator package' sorted first so he can actually communicate with her first. With a roll of his shoulders, he sets off down the stairs and makes his way to Renala's office door. He buzzes the panel to give a
Renala is tapping on the terminal, though her work seems to be going slowly. The copious amount of coffee she she has and still is having hadn't done much to combat her fatigue. "Come in," she calls out when the door is buzzed. She's wearing gray jeans and a red top, her white fleece jacket hangs on the chair's backrest. Her office is quite a bit warmer than the hallway, as Renala had adjusted the air
Jason opens the door and steps just inside, lifting his omni-tool and giving it a little shake. "Got your message." he says, giving a brief glance about the office. "As much as I'd like to go sink back into bed for the next six months, I figured I should probably get this sorted so I can have an actual conversation with Seriah." he says, giving a brief sigh, "Still no idea what to do about her...."
Renala nods. "Unlock it and give it to me," she says, "it'll just take a second." Normally, she hated these sudden unplanned interruptions – she just has a long experience of hiding her disdain for it. Today she wasn't managing to focus regardless, so she welcomed the distraction. "I had a little chat with her this morning, actually," she says. "She wants to find work, but not as a mercenary."
Jason glances down at his omni-tool's interface as it projects before him. A few pokes and swipes and it dissipates just as quickly. "Well..." he says as he underhands the omni-tool towards Renala with little warning, "...That might be a problem for her unless Aite suddenly rolls out some omni-tool update patch... note..... firmware......................................................... software............ up...grade......." he
frowns. "Hard to get a job if nobody can understand her. Still, she's probably the reason we got off that planet when we did. Without her, we never would've found the Eclipse ship. Hell, never would've even known about it. Never would've been able to put that antenna together. It could've been another month before Vasquez and the others tracked us down. Who knows how things would have played out with Kell by then, you
Renala takes the omni-tool. "I've already told her about that," she says. "I suggest she learn the trade language. It's not that difficult to learn, and it'll get her far even without a translator." While it's not that difficult, it still could mean months of studying for the drell. She taps on the omni-tool, and then her terminal, and a few seconds later the omni-tool beeps along with showing a notification
the package has been installed and the repository on the office's local network has been added as a trusted source. "Done," she extends the omni-tool back to him. "You know how to translate your speech through the speakers, right? I still need to contact Ara about borrowing an ear-piece tha'll fit her."
Jason swipes his omni-tool back and gives a nod. "Of course I do. What do you take me for? A moron?" he says with a tone of mock offense. His smirk returns as he looks his omni-tool over briefly. "I'll put a message out to Korio and let him know we'll compensate him for picking something up. Have him drop it off in the morning when he has time. Guessin'g he's probably passed the fuck out after the week we've had." He turns on his
heels towards the door, "Which is what you should be at home doing, too.... But I appreciate you dropping by." He raises his omni-tool up, giving it another little shake towards the asari to show his appreciation, "I'm gonna go and have a chit chat with our new friend, Renala. You know where to find me."
Renala chuckles. She was not going to answer that first question, at least not honestly. "I appreciate it," she says. "No, I would have been doing exactly the same at home, just without access to everything I have here." Renala did agree with him deep down, though she had to power through this day to return to her familiar routine. And this was as much a hobby as it was her job, at least some of it.
Jason gives a chuckle and a nod. "I get it. Hard to just 'turn it off'. Just don't forget to get some rest, Renala." he advises as he starts out the door. "Take care." He starts back towards the rec room, bouncing his omni-tool up and down in the palm of his hand as he does.
Renala shrugs. "Of course," she says before the door closes. She did plan to turn in early tonight, but she also had to visit Steve at the hospital.
Jason ascends the staircase before heading straight for the rec room. As he reaches it, he gives a light knock on the door frame, not wanting to startle Seriah.
Seriah stops messing with Fergus' projected self and looks over her shoulder at the door as Jason knocks, staring as she waits for someone to show themselves.
Jason steps through the door, raising a synthetic hand in greeting. "Hey, Seriah." he says, not that she'd understand anything but her name. He slowly makes his way towards the table and activates his omni-tool, giving the interface a few finger-jabs to activate the speakers before setting it down. "How are you doing...?" he asks tentatively, his gaze moving between his omni-tool and Seriah as he awaits confirmation that she
Seriah raises an eyebrows as she realizes he too has the translation ability now. "I am well. This Fergus has been answering my questions about this world. All of them, I mean. The sky." she says with a gesture to the hologram.
Jason casts a brief glance towards the hologram. "Yeah, he's not too bad..." he says before leaning forward and bringing his hand up to his mouth as he lowers his voice, "For one of them." Straightening back up he takes a seat at the edge of the table and slides the omni-tool over beside him. "Figured now that we've got the capabilities, it might be a good time for us to have a talk. Let me start by thanking you for what you
Seriah smiles, nodding. "I was happy to help. You held up your end of the deal as well. I never could have imagined how many wonders were out here. I look forward to seeing as much as I can for myself." She is still wearing armor plating and sandy cloths over the clean clothes provided. Infact the couch is rather full of sand.
Jason doesn't seem particularly bothered by all the sand. He simply makes a mental note to get Jasper to clean it up. He offers the drell a nod of his own. "You haven't even seen a fraction of of what's out there, Seriah. It's-..." he nods to himself, "...It's pretty amazing." he chuckles, "This-... Aite. It's something of a.... out-of-the-way planet. We're kind of tucked away in the corner. After seeing Rakhana, I'm pretty damn
excited for you to experience what the rest of the galaxy has to offer. It's gonna be-...." he shakes his head once and lets out a short whistle, "...It's gonna be a wild ride." He drums his fingertips against the side of the table before shrugging his shoulders, "But the rest of the galaxy isn't going to have the ability to translate your language like we do. We've got Kell to thank for that. I'm going to have Korio pick
something up for you so that you'll be able to understand other people, but in the long run you're going to need to think about learning a language more widely used..." he recommends.
Seriah nods. "Yes. I realize this. I am hoping to book passage to the home of my people. Those who were chosen. Kahje, I am told. It sounds like a beautiful world. I have looked at pictures. So very different from Rakhana. I have been told such a journey is expensive, however."
Jason gives a single nod. "Most things are expensive. Unfortunately that's something you're going to need to get used to, which means you're going to need to find work. Renala told me she talked with you about this briefly. Sorry to say, outside of mercenary work, there's little we can offer in the way of work. But I don't want you to think we're just going to toss you out on the street, either. I know it's not much but, until
you can figure things out at least, you're more than welcome to stay here." He glances towards the fridge with a nod, "Help yourself to some food. We keep the fridge stocked. We've got a gym right across the hall. Showers around the corner. Not ideal, but it's better than nothing. In the meantime, I can put a few feelers out around town and see if I can drum up any work for you. Anything in specific you'd say you're
qualified to do....?" he asks, despite knowing how stupid the question is. She has no idea how the galaxy functions, how can she possibly know what she's qualified for. "What do you enjoy doing?" he corrects.
Seriah gives a light shrug, her gaze falling to the floor for a moment as she considers. "I am a scavenger." she says. "It is all I have ever done. Find things, try to fix them. I suspect there is little use for that on a living world..."
Jason offers a lopsided smile and a brief shrug. "I don't know about that. There's always use for someone who can figure shit out and make it work." He cocks a thumb towards the door, "I mean, that's why we keep Renala around." he jokes. After a moment he shifts gears slightly, "So... I don't want to overstep my boundaries here, but why did you want to leave Rakhana? Beside the obvious... I was kind of under the impression
that most of the drell left on Rakhana were the 'lifer' sorts. Don't you have family? Friends you're leaving behind?"
Seriah goes quiet. She stares past Jason, obviously deep in thought, and for a moment it seems like she's not going to answer, but at last a single "No." emerges. As she meets his gaze again she has an almost solemn look to her. "I never had the choice before. None of us did. The ships stopped coming centuries ago. I do not know why. Perhaps nobody cared." she blinks, looking briefly uncomfortable as she turns her gaze to the
Jason's smile slowly fades, but he quickly props it back up as he nods a few times. After falling silent for a short while, he folds his arms across his chest. "Well I'm glad that we could help you achieve that, Seriah." he says, deciding not to prod her for any more personal information for now. It wasn't his place and given everything she's being overwhelmed with right now, giving her life story to a stranger from an alien world
is the last thing she probably wants to be doing. He gestures to her briefly. Or more specifically, her armor. "Guessing it's more of a comfort-familiarity type thing, but you won't need that in here. We've also got a place downstairs where you could get those clothes cleaned up at. No reason for you to be uncomfortable when you don't need to be. I'd be more than happy to show you how it all works...." he offers, "I'll get
Seriah turns her head, looking back at him again. "I am not uncomfortable." she assures him with a smile. "This is how I have always lived. I prefer it this way." Her smile starts to fade, but then returns again as she adds, with a slight bow of her head: "I thank you again for your hospitality. I assure you I will do my best not to overstay my welcome."
Jason nods his head. "Well, I'm still gonna set out a change of clothes for you in case you decide to have a shower or something." he says with a smile as he stands from the edge of the table and scoops up his omni-tool, holding it in his palm. He approaches the drell, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a quick pat. "I can't imagine what sort of shit you're going through right now, so you take your time, alright? Like I
said, I probably owe my life and the life of my team to you. The least I can do is offer some food and shelter for a while. For now? I should probably get some work done. But I'll be around. You shouldn't have too much of an issue finding me if you need to. In the meantime? Make yourself at home. Eat some junkfood-..." he gestures towards the fridge, "...watch some television...." and towards the screen, "...give Fergus a
Seriah 's smile remains as she nods. "Thank you again, Jason. It is a great relief not to be on my own as I... adjust to this new world." she says. She didn't quite understand all of what he said, but she got the gist of it. She turns back to Fergus, eager to question it for more information about the galaxy, and her people especially. "Tell me more about Kahje. If there is so much water, where does everyone live?"