Gren had a very brief moment of relief that Foyna had a permit. He -really- didn't want to start blasting local law enforcement. It was always so... messy. The Krogan simply shrugged at the asari's phrase, unknowing or uncaring if it was actually something said. "Right... so, uh, we good to go then?"
#NosAstra – December 10, 2022
The armored asari behind Esseria cuffs her and places a biotic-suppressing collar around her neck without any resistance. "Identity checks out," the second amrored asari by Esseria said. "Pretty good catch, krogan." The two of them then starts bringing her towards the station, while two remains with the detective.
Esseria keeps quiet, though there's little she can say that would make her situation any worse than it is now.
The pale asari nods. "One more thing before we can let you go," she said, "we need you to identify yourself in case our investigation find you liable in any uneccesary collateral damage." She snaps an image of the salarian, but it's a little bit harder with the fully armored krogan.
Gren stands there for a moment, blankly. And then a moment more. And a moment more. "...really? She's the one with the gunship," he said, pointing at the hilariously silent Esseria. "C'mon, we dragged this bitch to you, free of charge. Surely that warrants a little hand-wave here." The truth was, he really didn't need his mug or ID shoved into any database at the moment. He was already... unpopular enough in certain circles.
Having this shoved into yet another network was just increasing his chances of stirring the pot where he didn't need it.
The pale asari raises an eyebrow. "So you just brought in a pretty big bounty," she says, "and you wish to remain anonymous? Now there's a first time for everything." She brings up her omni-tool and snap a picture of him regardless. "I can work with that, but your partners T'Vahne and Damos will be on the hook if we find something questionable."
Gren shrugs again. "Yup," he simply replies to her. His glory days are behind him now. He's happy to bumble around, do the odd job and drink away his retirement money bit by bit. Well, retirement may be a bit strong, but it was close enough.
The pale asari regards Foyna for a second before nodding. "Well, that settles that," she says. "It's been a while since someone from the news ended up in our district, so you probably saved next year's budget today." She shuts off her omni-tool, and nods. "You're free to go, but you will be restricted from leaving Nos Astra or Illium within the next thirty hours," she explains, looking at Gren as she adds, "that goes for you
Gren hummed contently. Well, he could handle another couple of days. But he was honestly itching to return to Aite by this point. Much... easier over there. Less stupid rules to follow. Less Red tape and so on and so forth. He offers dismissive wave to the security force and turns to plod away, not checking if the wonder duo were following or not. He needed a drink and a bite to eat, urgently. And to find a shuttle big enough to
The pale asari gives a weay sigh as she returns to the station, the two armored following her until the entrance and then posting up by the front door. There were days of paperwork ahead of her, with too little time to allocate to a proper investigation.
Foyna lags behind at first, but she ups her pace to follow beside him. "Thanks," she says. "This could have gone to hell if you hadn't showed up."
Gren turns his helmet towards Foyna for a beat before he reaches up and pulls it off. He scratches at the itch on his face and offers a wry grin with a chuckle. "Yeah, it would've," he said in agreement before reaching over to give her a clap on the shoulder. "Now, can we please fuck off from here? Stop somewhere for some food before going back to the, ugh, hospital?"
Foyna braces a bit for the krogan shoulder clap, a bit surprised that it didn't cause a stumble. "Oras?" she passed the question over to him.
Oras has the visor back on as he walks, straying a little bit behind them. "Way ahead of you," he said. "Already reserved shuttle at Maruva Terrace; right, left, then straight ahead. Not here yet, but estimated arrival in thirty-four minutes. Could find something to eat while waiting."
Gren slaps his stomach twice with his hand, the sharp sound of armour against armour cracking out like a sudden gunshot. "Sounds good to me. Your buying," he states with a casual wave over to the pair of them, chuckling as he thunders along with a little more pep in his step.
Foyna raises an eyebrow, but a nod comes after a few seconds' pause. "Yeah, of course," she says. She wasn't hurting for credits, even if she expected none at the end of this, and he might have just saved their lives and -- hopefully -- ensured Janysa's safety.
The shuttle takes them all away from the lower-levels once they've all had a bite to eat. Foyna and Oras does not leave the shuttle when they reach the hospital, as Janysa could not be reached and was thus unable to let them in. Gren will be able to return to the room as usual.
It takes until the next morning for Aylena to come to, her eyes opening and a cough being the signs of it. She has had another surgery during the night, and another machine has been unplugged. There are still some keeping her alive pending future surgeries, but the staff's lowered discomfort around the heavily armored krogan they'd rather not break bad news to might be a good sign.
Gren had taken his (expensive) fill of food and drink and was happy that the shuttle could accommodate him this time. Bonus. When he had returned to the room and found that Aylena had no real change yet, he simply found a comfortable spot to close his eyes and rest. Surprisingly, he slept soundly and silently. He awoken once to the sudden surgery, then again the next day when Aylena came to. He released a rather hefty yawn
Aylena 's eyes find Gren once he speaks to her. "You're back," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, exhaustion and pain overshadowing any other emotions in it. "Did you get... them out of trouble?"
Gren nods as he stands and wanders over to her, towering over her bed. "Yeah, both of them got out of it with a few bruises at worst." He gestures towards the wider world beyond the room. "And that bitch you wanted alive? Turned her over to the local police. Ticked off and shoved into a cell. Did what you asked and then some."
Aylena tilts her head very slightly at his answer, finding it too good to be true at first. Her trust in Gren wins over the doubt almost immediately. "That... is a relief to hear," she says, her voice sounding lighter despite her physical state. "I didn't expect... Illeni to bite, but that... should leave them at a disadvantage... planning any moves before the trial."
Gren allows himself a small chuckle as he responds. "Yeah, she bit. Bit off more than she could chew, though. Ain't so tough without a gunship." He will omit the part where they went to her, rather than she came to them. Aylena didn't need to know that. Story sounded better than way too. "If she tries anything else at this point, if she even can, she's going to be in for a nasty surprise. And it'll probably just make it worse
Aylena frowns. "Let's... hope for her sake that she is not... an escape artist then," she says. She closes her eyes, and her voice weakens as she's on the verge of drifting off again. "How about... you? If you... need any medical assistance, my... insurance ought to... cover it."
Gren shakes his head. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'll heal up from whatever wounds I took," he said, already sure that the majority of them were closing up by this point anyway. "You should probably get more rest. You sound like shit," he says with a wave of his hand and a thump of his behind hitting the poor, poor chair.