This session took place on the forenoon of 19th of December, 2185, a few hours before Jason spoke with Nathan.
#Miner'sRespite – August 4, 2019
Ilyna and Sioria discuss their latest clues and options for locating Ehanis.
Ilyna is sat in a booth at the Respite on this early forenoon, talking with Va'ynna standing by the table. Mispronunciations of the word 'Christmas' seems to come up a lot, giving away the topic of their discussion. The other asari has deserted her post during this slow shift. She's wearing simple gray pants and a black shirt, since a dress would catch snow. There's a solid winter jacket thrown over the
Sioria appears to be late. Five, ten, fifteen minutes pass until the tall, Turian woman pushes the Respite's door open. She's not wearing her armour for once, instead just a pair of loose fitting pants and sweater, under a thick jacket. When she was first hired, she almost always wore her armour, but nowadays it's a rare sight outside of her duty hours. She shivers briefly before dusting the snow off her shoulders, then
looks around. Not many in tonight, it seems, even the Quarian janitor is out and about. It also made Ilyna and Va'ynna easy to spot. She also realises how close their names are. She shakes that thought loose and heads for the booth. "Hey," she says in a low tone, her voice resonating with a small drone just a little, as most Turians did.
Va'ynna stands up straight as the turian joins them, giving her a small smile. "Remember, I want to see Li before Christmas," she says to Ilyna before stepping back. "Hey, Sioria, was it?" she says. "Can I get you something?"
Ilyna chuckles at Va'ynna and nods. "Of course," she says. "Who am I to get in the way of knightly business?" Despite the weight off Ilyna's shoulders, she still sounded tired. She nods to Sioria, but lets her answer the other asari's question first.
Sioria nods to Va'ynna. "Yeah, a warm brandy please. It's like walking into a freezer out there. And, uh, yeah. Sioria. Thank, Va'ynna." She hadn't had enough to drink today, that's for sure. Perhaps it's too early? Or perhaps she could see warning signs after her recent increased consumption. Only time would tell. Now that she's ordered, she slips into the booth and takes off her jacket. "You good, Ilyna?" She asks,
Ilyna sighs. "Yeah," she says. "It's been a hectic few days, for reasons too sensitive to discuss here, I'm afraid." She brings up her omni-tool, and taps around to locate the message. "I've got T'Iavay to keep an eye on Li," she says, "but I shouldn't stay too long." Ilyna finds the message that Ehanis sent to Jason early this morning. "I've also passed this to T'Iavay to see if she can dig up anything," she
adds, "but last time there was nothing. Ehanis is not skilled with tech, so someone must be making sure that she doesn't give us a trail to follow."
Sioria nods slowly, glad that they're getting to it quickly. Much to her annoyance, anyone hearing from Ehanis had her mind racing. She didn't care about why things were hectic, if she wasn't called, it wasn't her business, but this? It had her full attention. "I see," she murmurs as she's shown the message. "Damn it, E. Stop hiding." She looks up to Ilyna and away from the message. "So we're looking for somewhere
Ilyna shakes her head. "It really doesn't," she says. "Freedom Falls is much further south than all the other colonies I know off, which means she can be anywhere." Ilyna looks at the message while speaking. "She was on the east coast when we last heard from her and she's still a few hours ahead, I think. Unless.... She has lived on Omega for a long time, where day and night means little, and this time there's
no daylight to help us." The asari sighs, and brings up the picture on her omni-tool, scrutinizing it for the hundreth time.
Sioria "Yeah, that's kinda what I meant," Sioria says, realising her sarcasm went amiss. She should work on her delivery, she probably sounded too serious. "Is Omega cold?" She asks, having no idea about anything Omega related, except for its reputation. Out of everyone at Redrock, she is likely the least experienced when it comes to off-world shenanigans. "A lot of ships come and go, and knowing her she'd fly off under
an alias. How good a tech is T'lavay? Space ports have cameras, and these days it cant be hard to get some facial recognition stuff. Maybe set it loose on footage between then and now?" She sits back in her chair and sighs. "Then again, maybe I'm watching too many shitty TV movies. They make life see so much easier." She shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest. "What about that weird beardy guy? The
one with the ship and robots? Seen him talking to the boss once or twice." Though she hadn't seen Vasili in a long while. Then again, she hasn't left the house in a while either, unless she's on duty.
Ilyna raises her brows, looking at the turian as she speaks. "You need to speak with T'Iavay about that," she says. "I know my way around an omni-tool because they haven't changed that much in the last few centuries, but hacking cameras... I'm clueless." She frowns. "She is good at what she does, I think, and keeps our headquarters safe, but... she is worried about the kind of enemies we've made." Ilyna looks
back down at her omni-tool. "She has strong opinions, too, so be ready for a lecture if reality does not line up with the vids," she continues with a short chuckle before humming thoughtfully. "Derrai is the biggest colony I could find on the east coast north of here, and I think it has a spaceport, but... we may not be welcome in their airspace after a mission on an island under their influence. And it's a big city to search, especially if we don't even know if she is there."
Va'ynna arrives at the table and puts down a glass of yellow-green murky liquid. "Here," she says. "It's a bit hot, so be careful. I haven't made this with turian ingredients before, so find me in the kitchen if it's not to your taste and I'll make you something else." It is around 60°C, which means it's probably wise to let it sit for a few minutes before drinking it. She doesn't stick around for more than a
second before returning to the bar and disappearing behind the back door since the turian has taken over.
Sioria shakes her head. "Who cares what they think of us?" She asks. "Besides, do they know everyone who works for Redrock? Send someone new in, without insignias. If it's such a big city, one of us could blend in." Her mandibles twitch a little as he thinks about how that could just be a movie thing again. She needs to stop trying to pass the time with shit movies... She then looks up and nods at Va'ynna in thanks, and
takes a curious sniff at her drink. Hm, smells like Turian brandy... Best let it sit a bit. "I still think hacking in is the best, or at least most effective thing we can do. I don't know T'lavay well, do you wanna call her? I mean, if not, I'll go, but I'll be asking to skip the lectures. I don't have the patience for that at the moment."
Ilyna tilts her head. "It's our shuttle they have a problem with," she says. "I don't think it really matters who is on it." She then shakes her head. "We need a location, Felcolus, a precise one. Ehanis has proved very resourceful in moving around the planet, and could already be well on her way while you're poking around a foreign city." Ilyna looks out a window at spotting someone in the corner of her eyes,
a pale asari in a red hooded jacket heading along the street towards the entrance at a quick pace. "You might not need to call her," she says.
Sioria puts a hand on the table and the other around her glass. "It's better than sitting around. I guess there are other better plans. Glad I'm not in charge..." She takes a sip of her drink and sighs. That hits the spot. "We can probably source a different shuttle, too. It's not like we have to spray paint our logo on every single one we touch." She turns her head to the door, not sure what to expect, but judging by
Ilyna hums doubtfully. "That's not an option," she says. "Shuttles are not in our budget right now. The reason we even have one in the garage is Sullivan's hard work turning rubble into shuttle. The Siren is... I don't know its current schedule, but it's a frigate."
Renala comes into the Respite, panting slightly. She's wearing a red winter jacket, but her exposed face shows a few signs of having been out in the cold for a while. She pulls the hood behind her and walks over to their table. "I have the location the picture was taken at," she said, looking at the turian rather than Ilyna.
Sioria "Lets just steal one," Sioria says with a smirk and a wink, making an effort to show she's kidding. Someone who's so into the word of law wouldn't be serious about such a thing. No way. "So Beardy and his ship are gone?" She looks to T'Lavay and is about to say hi when Renala speaks first. "Spill it," she says, almost immediately.
Ilyna raises her brows. "I am not very familiar with his equipment, but if you're saying he has a ship... then I could reach out to him," she says, then looks up at Renala expectantly.
Renala sighs. "Are you sure about this?" she says. "I've read what reports there are to read. Tioran handled the mission poorly, and I can't see how anyone wants to stay under the same roof as that cheerful piece of shit you took in for questioning. And keep in mind that she doesn't want to be found." She unzips the jacket's pocket and pulls out a small foldable datapad, gripping it tightly. "Here's a
navpoint, and another picture of the bar she's at. There's a pretty serious storm that rolled in there this morning, so I don't think she's going anywhere anytime soon." She glances over at Ilyna. "And before you ask, Uvena is keeping an eye on the kid."
Sioria snaps her attention back to Ilyna briefly with a shrug. "He mentioned it once. Ask him." Then back to Renala. 'Ger in with it', she thinks to herself. 'I'm not here to talk about some dude.' "So where is she?" Sioria asks. "We should probably get moving, storms don't last forever."
Ilyna frowns, appearing a bit frustrated with Renala. "She could be in danger," she says. "We have to make sure."
Renala unfolds the datapad and drops it onto the table with a scoff. "She is at a coastal colony called Leyto Pangn," she says. "It's got a few thousand inhabitants, but they're very spread out. Our friend is in the market building that's the only commercial building in the area. Shes probably living there too." She looks towards the window. "The weather's not great for flying, but a shuttle should get you
there by tonight. Maybe sooner if one of our pilots have a few tricks to spare, but now were straying form my field of expertise."
There is a holo of the bar that the cheap datapad renders as a picture that can be rotated around a central perspective. There is nobody behind the bar on this picture, but the neon text is there and the row of extranet terminals where Ehanis presumably sat is on the wall to the left. Said text reads 'WINE PREFIX', the name of the bar; though most of the recognizable bottles are of stronger stuff than wine. The other
file on the datapad is a navpoint, and it's not many longitudinal lines away from the northernmost point on the continent. The region is overall pretty flat with some woods, with a mountain range a few dozen kilometers north of it. There is no information about the colony itself on the datapad.
Renala looks down at the datapad, letting out a chuckle. "What the fuck she's doing up there..., I don't know," she says. "I would have fled south if I was her."
Sioria blinks a couple of times at the data pad. "Fuck that's gonna be cold," she says, then looks around. "Excuse my language." She knew of that area, so far north that apparently water freezes before it hits the ground. Of course, she had only been told of the place, so she can only hope that's an overexaggeration. "When do we leave? I can be ready to go in twenty." There's a fire in her voice now, one that hadn't
been there since Ehanis had up and left, leaving Sioria unexpectedly hurt emotionally. Heartbreak? Nobody could say for sure. "How big a gun should I bring? Nevermind, I'll bring a few." Is she serious? That brandy must have been stronger than intended.
Renala frowns. "If she asks, you didn't get this information from me," she says and heads over to the bar. She was hoping to convince them to leave her now that they know that Ehanis is safe, but she should have known better.
Ilyna looks down at the datapad. "I cannot go with you," she says. "I have responsibilities here, and I can't just leave for a day on so short notice." She brings up her omni-tool to request pickup from Jasper as that's much faster than waiting for a taxi. "Let's go to the office, and... I'll see what I can arrage for you," she says. "I hope the weather isn't too bad for flying, since Ehanis said she was moving
Sioria looks to Renala as she leaves the pair, then her attention shifts to Ilyna. "I'm a good tracker, but there's no way E will believe I found her," she says. "Looks like you're taking the blame for this one." She takes a few more sips of her Brandy, hoping to finish it, but not quite succeeding, and stands. "So I'm looking at no backup for now?" She asks. "I'll make do. Let's go."
Ilyna tilts her head. "There's no chance that she won't think I have something to do with it," she says with a sheepish smile, though it fades quickly as she considers this 'mission'. "Be careful, and remember, you represent Redrock Agency whenever you are out in the field. Cooperate with the colony's authorities and avoid trouble." Ilyna stands up and begins putting on her jacket. "If we get you there tonight,
Sioria nods as she tries to keep too much Brandy in too little time down. Thankfully, she's successful. "Of course," she says with a nod. "Remember, I WAS local authorities once. I know how to work with them." She gives a confident nod, remembering her time with Tauros. She picks up her brandy, realizing that she might just have time afterall, and sips it again. "I promise not to spend the company budget on booze. Just
Ilyna nods. "Then I'll trust you to handle this," she says. "If Ehanis does not want to come home with you, then... please make sure she's there by her own volition, okay? That shes not forced to be there or running from an unknown foe, I mean." These words aren't coming easy to Ilyna. She wants to see her in person, give her a big hug and the talking to of the millenia for leaving so suddenly with so much
unresolved. "I just... want her to be safe, but... I'm sure she'll hate us both if we drag her home against her will. You don't deserve that."
Sioria gives another nod, this time with a small pained expression. "I understand, completely," she says in a low tone. "That's the last thing I want to do. Besides, she'd probably break my arm in four places if I tried." She finishes her brandy and puts the glass down on the table. "But if she's being held there, I won't be coming back without doing something about it. I'll have her back, through and through." Is that