#RedrockAgency – February 26, 2017

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The dull thumps and whumps of someone training can be heard throughout the halls of Redrock's second floors, which wasn't exactly unusual considering the type of organisation they ran there. What was unusual, however, was the loud, angry grunts that came from none other than Sioria Felcolus. Usually when she trained, it would be jovial, she'd be a little quiet, but.... not today. She

stands in her hydraulically assisted, heavy, powered armour in the middle of the room with a large punching bag on a temporary, weighted installation pad. Her form was all off, not so much training as getting something off her chest, so to speak.

Ehanis enters the gym and her gaze travels around the room to see if she'll be passing the time alone. Really, it was no way she expected that after hearing the turian's grunts throughout the halls. The asari is wearing a red sports bra and dark-red trackpants with orange trims, and she's walking barefoot. She spots the turian working out in the corner. "I never seem to avoid you, huh," she says with a grin, most

likely joking. "So, what's that thing ever done to you?" The asari gestures towards the punching bag.

Sioria sends a hydraulically assisted punch, along with a strained warcry, right into the 'gut' of the punching bag, sending it swinging back and making the base wobble slightly. As it swings back, the mighty Turian catches it and holds it for a good long moment after pressing her head into the hefty bag. "Not really." she finally says, with a long sigh. She lets go and takes another

deep breath. Her face may be hidden by her ballistic helmet, but her expression was obvious from her body language. The balled fists showed her anger, but her somewhat drooped shoulders almost look... sad. "Just... working out some..." she looks for the right word, but it doesn't come. "Bad shit." is the best she could come up with.

Ehanis looks at the base wobble before turning away and walking over to a stack of yoga mats by the wall. "I'm not big on offloading bad shit on other people, but..." she says as she grabs the top of the stack, "well, might be a good idea before you take the ceiling down with the bag." The asari drags the mat with her to a somewhat safe distance from the turian.

Sioria takes another deep breath before reaching up and taking off her heavy helmet and tries another breath. Her eyes light up just a little as the refreshing, non-filtered air finally gets into her lungs. Obviously she needed to do some suit maintenance. She looks to her friend, then back to the bag in front of her. If there was anyone on Aite who she could talk to, she felt it was

Ehanis. She was, afterall, Sioria's only real friend on Aite. "I, uh..." she begins, looking for the right word before driving another, slightly lighter punch into the bag. "Its about home. Bad news." she explains, putting it lightly.

((Edit: - Only real friend in Freedom Falls*))

Ehanis walks back to the same area to grab a very light dunbell. "Out with it, then," she says, her hypocritical curiosity into the turian's problems showing. "Was your hometown attacked?" She returns the yoga mat and sits down on it, though she doesn't start right away, only looking towards Sioria as she awaits an answer.

Sioria shakes her head. "Thankfully... not that bad. Guess things can always be worse." she says as she stares at the bag. "No, this one's more... personal." The Turian looks over to Ehanis again, the bottom of her face hidden by the neck-guards along her armour. "I used to work militia for my home town, before Tauros came around. I enlisted with my best friend during the day. Have I

ever told you that?" she asks. "She's the red-head in that picture you saw on my wall. Remember?"

Ehanis shrugs, slightly and unevenly due to her injury. "I guess?" she says. "Didn't really memorize every face on your wall." She lays down on the side with the uninjured shoulder towards the floor, propping up her head, but she doesn't start the exercise yet. "What about her?"

Sioria takes her eyes away from Ehanis and her balled up fists tighten a little. "Well, she stayed on with the local policing force." she explains, then pauses again. "Apparently, a couple of nights ago, a bunch of rowdy hooligan bastards were causing trouble in the local bar. Nice place. Good food. They didn't belong there." She reaches back and throws another hydraulically assisted

punch into the bag, harder this time. "Cops went in to break up a fight they started. One of them got lucky with an omniblade." As the bag swings back, she holds it again. "She was killed on the spot. Right between the ribs, punctured her heart." The bag's leather exterior begins to crack and groan slightly at the squeeze Sioria was giving it. "Bastards."

Ehanis snorts. "Who the fuck brings an omni-blade to a bar brawl?" she asks. "Those are about bruises and broken bones, not... killing." She puts her left elbow on her side and starts gently lifting the light weight. Is this the point where Ehanis helps her get over this without anger overtaking the turian? Obviously, that wouldn't be very characteristic of her. "I would have come with you to dish out some

justice, but... you know, my shoulder's still healing."

Sioria lets go of the bag and steps back. "Don't worry about it," she says. "I appreciate the offer, but they've got the bastard in custody with several witnesses. He's gonna live the rest of his life behind bars, if he beats execution." There's a slight sense of satisfaction in her voice after mentioning the punishment. She looks over at Ehanis and nods in thanks, knowing that the

offer was all she was likely to get out of her in terms of support. "I'm gonna go back for the funeral in two weeks. Won't be gone long." She looks to her heavy gauntlets and begins unstrapping them, her hands shaking a little. "How's the shoulder anyway?" she asks in passing.

Ehanis sighs, but she saw no good reason to press the matter of his punishment when the turian carried on to other topics. "It sucks a whole lot less now," she says. "I'm not gonna be fighting fit for a while, but sleeping is better." She lifts the dunbell again, the elbow on her waist liming the pressure on her shoulder. "Do you want company for the trip?" she asks. "Might not be much point in me attending a

stranger's funeral, but... well, it gives me an excuse to see more of this doomed rock."

Sioria attaches one gauntlet to the side of her armour, then begins working on the other as she looks over to her friend. "You'd go with me?" she asks, genuinely surprised. "I didn't figure you for the funeral type, let along a stranger's. You sure you want to come?" She raises her eye-ridges as she works on the other gauntlet. "I would, uh... the company might help, but I don't want

to put you out of your way, its a few hours out."

Ehanis grins. "Why not?" she asks. "I don't need to attend the funeral, that might make things weird, but the trip doesn't only have to be dreary parts, right?" The asari continues with her simple exercise for another few repetitions before putting the dunbell down for a brief break. "Besides, it's not like I'm needed anywhere for a while."

Sioria considers that for a few long moments before nodding. "I'd... I'd really appreciate the company, Ehanis. That means a lot to me." she says, the hints of a smile forming around the armour's neck guards. "Its a nice place, I'll take you to all the better, less touristy places." She takes off her second gauntlet and stows it on her belt. "And no, I'll go the funeral with my parents,

I'm sure. I'll set you up somewhere with good food and booze, or something for the mean time."

Ehanis giggles at the last part of it. "You'd leave me alone with good booze?" she says. "You really don't know me, do you?" She shakes her head to herself. "I think I'm looking forward to it already." There's some hint of her joking in her tone, though overall Ehanis doesn't seem to take this news as heavy. Or as sympathetically as a good supportive friend would.

Sioria smiles just a little more. Having a friend around would help, even if she isn't the most sympathetic. She'd help distract Sioria at the very least. "Yeah... might need to save the drinking for after, I may need a damn good drinking buddy." she says with a short sigh. "Having you around does make it easier, even if you aren't a great shoulder to cry on." she says with a wink.

Ehanis gives a nod as she starts another set of the exercise. Maybe the weight was a little too light, she wondered. "Well, I wasn't pretending to be," she says, returning the wink, "but drinking buddy – now that's more my thing."

Sioria chuckles as she walks over, her large boots clunking against the ground. The scent of Turian sweat increases with each step until she's just a little bit away, then she squats down so Ehanis can see her full face. She looks exceptionally tired, which is hard to tell with a turian face, really. "You're an honest girl, that's why you're my friend." she says with a small smile.

"I'll let you know when I've made the arrangements, okay? I'll have to rent a sky car, but I'll take care of that."

Ehanis frowns for a moment, not entirely believing the turian's words. It was true, she's past being dishonest about the kind of person she is, but honest? Now that's a stretch. The frown fades quickly, however, as she sets down the weight and looks up at the turian. "Just give me enough time to pack my stuff," she says. "If Wolfe's got time for that meeting when he's back, then that shouldn't be an issue

either." She pauses for a moment as she studies the turian's face, the asari being perfectly able to tell her fatigue. "You look tired," she says, "how long have you been abusing that thing over there?"

Sioria gives a single confident nod to giving Ehanis more time, her armour clanking ever so slightly around her. "It'll be a few days, the event isn't until next week. I have to get my own things in order before I go, including applying for leave. I don't think that'll be a problem..." Jason and Linda seemed fairly understanding, and they hadn't had Sioria on a mission lately, so it

wouldn't be like she's needed. She blinks and rubs her eyes a little, the anger and adrenaline finally starting to wear off a little. "Too long..." she admits finally as she looks away. "I put on my armour hours ago, hoping it'd distract me. I... guess it only fueled my regime. Man, I'm gonna be hurting in the morning..."

Ehanis sits back up on the mat, using her uninjured arm for support. "No need to keep me company if you want to go home and take it easy," she offers. "The boss may be back soon, anyway."

Sioria leans back and lands on her rump in a seated positio, making the ground shake slightly. "You sure?" she asks. "'cause I've still got a bit of energy left to chat." she rests her elbows on her knees and leans forward a little. "Unless, you wanna come to mine later? Eat junk food and drink whatever's in my fridge?" That way, she could try get a nap in and be distracted with

friendship. Plus, the added bonus of junk food!

Ehanis hums thoughtfully. "Tempting," she says. "Eh, okay, why the hell not.... I didn't want to cook today anyway." She turns the tiny weight in her hand, trying to recall the instructions for any of the other exercises. If only she had the foresight to write that stuff down.

Sioria smiles a little wider, feeling a sense of relief. She wouldn't have to be alone with her own thoughts, thank goodness. "Thanks E. You dunno how much I appreciate that." she says as she hefts herself back up to her feet. "Bring something extra greasy, or a fist full of menus, whichever comes first. I'm planning on being hella unhealthy and fairly drunk tonight." She gives her

another tired smile with a thumbs up before remembering something. "Oh, and I picked up some human pain meds, would those work on your shoulder?"

Ehanis shakes her head. "Fuck if I know," she says. "I'll just call for a taxi at the end of the night, no big deal, I've got pain meds at home. Not that I really need it anymore." She really should limit the amount of booze, as to not worsen the injury in her drunken stupor, but she speaks nothing of it right now. "I don't know where most junk food places are downtown, but I'll find something on my way there."

Sioria gives two big ol' thumbs up with a smile. "Aces." she says, putting it quite simply. "Its a plan then. I'll see you tonight." She gives her the finger guns and turns to leave, but stops and looks over her shoulder. "Oh, and I wouldn't be me if I didn't say it, but that outfit?" She looks Ehanis over. "Looks damn good on you."

Ehanis snorts, though a smirk does show up. "You sure it's the outfit you like?" she asks, "or the fact there's so little of it?" She then nods. "I'll keep a look out for Aces, then. That's where we went that time when the shooting range was closed, right?"

Sioria gives a light, tired chuckle. "Little column A, a whoooole lotta column B." she says with a wink, then she blinks before giving a small snort. "Nono, Aces as in Great. Something I picked up after living with humans," she explains. "Though... I think the place's name was similar. I can't remember... damn good grease-feed dextra kebabs though..."

Ehanis gives a weak shrug before lying back down on her side to do another set of the same exercise as before. She decides against pressing the subject of her attire, as she again didn't get the intended reaction. "Eh, I'll find it," she says. "I knew how to navigate Omega, this city doesn't even compare to that clusterfuck."

Sioria "Remind me never to go there then," Sioria muses. "I'm used to a small town, not exactly a city like Freedom Falls... Anyway! I'll get going, let you do your thing. I'm looking forward to seeing you later." She turns again and starts back out again, but stops and looks over her shoulder once more. "Y'know, flirting aside, I think red really does look beautiful on you." She gives

another thumbs up and heads for the door.

Ehanis grins. "I know, that's why I have so much of it," she says with a bit of a laugh in her voice. "I've even been thinking of getting some red lines and such around my eyes, maybe when I go to Illium next... if I ever do."

Sioria looks back, studying Ehanis's face for a good few seconds. "Y'know... I think some red lines would look gorgeous." she says with a fond smile. "Tell you what, when you come to mine tonight, we'll try it out. I think I still have some red left..." She gestures to her own facial colourings of green and blue, painted on every day. They really were quite well done.

Ehanis raises an eyebrow. "Your skin has more in common with a tank than mine, so I don't think the same stuff works," she says. Not that Ehanis really knows about that stuff. "Still..., no offense, but it's probably best to leave that to a professional."

Sioria gives a light shrug. "Its pretty much just face-paint, no corrosive stuff in it. Its not permanent either, mine washes off after a few days at most." She lifts her hands defensively with a smirk. "But I get you, I'm just not good enough. Fine. Whaaatever." She adds an over exaggerated roll of her eyes, feining offense.

Ehanis snorts. "Why not get something more persistent?" she says as she sets the weight down after finishing the set. "Repainting your face evey few days sounds like a waste of time to me."

Sioria can only offer a shrug. "Its like humans and make-up." she says. "There's no need on my days off, and I can do new designs whenever, pretty much," she explains. "Sometimes I might want to go with cheeks and chin, or chin and nose. Variety is the spice of life, right?"

Ehanis raises an eyebrow, but follows it up with a simple nod. "You do you," she says. "Alright, if it washes off, there's no harm in giving it a shot, right?"

Sioria gives a pair of enthusiastic thumbs up. "That's the spirit." she says with a smile. "I'll double check and make sure its suitable, not to worry." She blinks once or twice before sucking in a long, hard yawn. "If I stay standing here I may need you to carry me home... see you in a few hours?" she asks.

Ehanis lets out a brief laugh. "Don't count on that, a turian in armor is fucking heavy," she says, "so yeah, see you there." She sits back up as she changes to another exercise, fumbling a bit as she tries to recall the details of it.

Sioria "Fine, I'll go on a diet," she says with a smirk before stretching once more. "Okay, I'm out. Catch you later Eh." She admires Ehanis for one more breif moment, not through lust, but because she found Ehanis to be just plain beautiful in general, then she heads out the door and towards the change rooms.

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