Quirinius told the story of her Krogan father and her growing up. Then went back to the topic of her current situation. Explaining that she couldnt go back to Omega, given her circumstances and life/death situation... not that that was uncommon for every citizen living on Omega.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life running and hiding--or, at least the remainder of my Maiden years."

"Then perhaps a compromise is in order." Turhop proposed. "I may have an offer: as you may realise, its not as simple as hiding out on this ship for the remainder of your years... mind you, Asari live for such a bloody long time." he jested. "I do have a crew position available to you. You work for me, and I'll provide you food and a place to sleep. Plus the standard crew wagers. Far better, and honest life than being a Omega."

"If you are interested, I'll need to know what type of skills you have."

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"This One thanks you Tom, your assistance is most welcome. It was a bit of a hassle turning around mid-jump to return to the Sahrabarik System from going to the Farther System, but we encountered no hostility, which It counts as fortunate. It only hopes our journey into the Traverse is just as uneventful,"

"Any time, Ghost." Tom acknowledged. "And with luck, we'll be off of Cerberus' hit list before they even know it."

He walked towards the control panel to the side of the wall, and flicking a few switches. Doing the whole "techgeek-to-ship inteface routine" Tom always labbeled it as. "If not, well... We're all hoping you do the impossible for us Ghost. No preasure." he smirked.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Salarian:Kallic. I wished to know why that asari was staring at you back at the meeting. Also I noticed you seemed to have no issue with me...I am also curious about this," the geth asked quite directly, something Kallic liked.

"No mincing words...Mmm, always liked that. Anyway, about your questions: Asari gave Kallic quick look, hard to decipher for one with less knowledge in kinesics, but I saw just enough to know what it was; common look, well known to me as I've gotten it a lot in my short life, same look of 'salarians-know-more-than-they-let-on', very annoying - simply put: Prejudice; bigotry, either definition works," Kallic told Rogue, nodding with chin in hand.

"Often times it depends on the individual if the fact of them knowing more than they let on is true or not. With me it depends on the situation, I'm apart of a ship's crew, I hardly know anything more than my comrades, is often better that way too, can't be holding out on people whom you trust, and presumably trust you in return. But have old contacts and clearances, could very easily garner information if Captain requested, which has happened; then it is usually best to keep information secret until Captain deems it necessary to let the others in on, but that is solely a matter of judgment on safety, not secrecy like most assume I am, or keep," Kallic paused tilting his head to look at the geth.

"Can be easy to see why I have no issue with you now, as I myself do not like the prejudices placed on me and my people, no matter the truths or untruths behind them. Besides, always wanted to get to know a geth construct, minored in Xeno-cultural and religious studies, never had opportunity to know about your kind, would be a privilege and a pleasure to do so now....Mmm, don't have time to have issue with everything that happens on ship anyway; short-lived enough, don't need to waste time making it shorter," Kallic said wafting his hand around at this last comment on his short life. "Still, good to meet you , Rogue. Hope I put some of your curiosity to rest."
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"Any time, Ghost. And with luck, we'll be off of Cerberus' hit list before they even know it." Tom said.

Naut'aun's luminous body seemed to flutter at this, responding with a hint of smartness, "That makes little sense, Tom, we can't get off of their hit list before they know it, without them knowing it..." The hanar simple stopped, it's body dimming in color.

"If not, well... We're all hoping you do the impossible for us Ghost. No pressure." Tom told Naut'aun, the hanar responding with a violent shiver, but in it's common polite tone, "This one doesn't think we'll stand a chance, considering, but self preservation says that It will try."

"Skills?" Quirinius smirked. "Never ask an asari that, if you get my meaning. However, I do understand what you're trying to say, and I do have skills beyond the...usual ones ascribed to my species. Most prominent among these is sensing danger primarily through the element-zero nodules in my skull. They tingle when my subsconscious mind senses hostiles nearby, and I react accordingly." Apologetically, she glanced at Rogue. "I sensed you, for instance," she revealed, "and if Kallic hadn't stopped me, I would have sought you out and sprung to attack! That said, I have another...special ability."

With a wink, she stood up from where she had been seated and took a shiny metal brooch off of her unisuit. Throwing it straight up into the air, she fell into a full trance state. Thus, it took ten full seconds for the golden wing to fall right back into the smooth palm of her hand. "I slow down time. Very well, in fact. However, I can only activate this ability when I'm not overloaded with too much adrenaline. That's why I wasn't able to defend myself this way and gun down all the...vorcha-loving scum who tried to kill me on Omega."

Hearing Kallic's sudden word "prejudice," she stopped, startled. "I--I'm very sorry."

Rogue listened intently as Kallic spoke. It took note of many things as Kallic spoke. He spoke quite quick, even for Salarian standards. It also learned organics can be prejudice against one another. It didn't understand why organics would act like that though. Perhaps that was a question for another time.

It turned its head and watched Quirinius show off her ability. Again it raised the plate on the left side of its head to show its curiosity. It was indeed impressed with Quirinius's ability to slow down time. It now took this into calculation based on her previous statement. It ran the simulation a few more times until finally it spoke.

"An unwise decision Asari:Quirinius. Your attack would only have forced me to take action. I would have had to incapacitate you, or kill you if you continued to attack. Your time control requires much concentration, both a strength and a weakness. I would have also detected you when you drew closer thereby losing your element of surprise. I would have turned and shot you in the stomach to stop your movements, then to your throat if you continued to attack," Rogue said, meaning no threat what so ever even though it had just said it would have killed her if she attacked.

Rogue turned its attention back to Kallic.

"You mentioned your interest in a geth platform. Do you have a question for me Salarian:Kallic?"

"That makes little sense, Tom, we can't get off of their hit list before they know it, without them knowing it..."

"The one they call "Illusive Man" would... but you're right: my apoligies." Tom scratched his head sheepishly.

"This one doesn't think we'll stand a chance, considering, but self preservation says that It will try."

Tom found the hanar's unique usage of pronouns amusing. The way Ghost always refered to himself atleast. "I've always wondered, if not curious, Ghost; as to why the hanar always call themselves "it". I've heard something about how they have Soul Names...?"

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Tuhrop watched Quirinius' performance. She was quick, and her concentration was very high. She might make a useful Biotic as well.

"Well, I'm certainly impressed. I was actually asking if you had any notable technical skills, but this could work well for all of us. We mainly specialise in transportation and deliveries: especially collected bounties during those particular assignments. We are Freelancers... Mercenaries... Oddjob People. You'd make a fine addition to security. Especially with Cerberus on our tail."

"An unwise decision Asari:Quirinius. Rogue noted Quirinius' claim. "Your attack would only have forced me to take action. I would have had to incapacitate you, or kill you if you continued to attack. Your time control requires much concentration, both a strength and a weakness. I would have also detected you when you drew closer thereby losing your element of surprise. I would have turned and shot you in the stomach to stop your movements, then to your throat if you continued to attack,"

"Ehough, the both of you..." Tuhrop interupted. "I will not have my crew fighting over who is the better of the rest. We are equals." he smirked at both the Geth Platform and the Asari.

((BE WARNED: This post is quite lengthy.))

"I--I'm very sorry." Quirinius stuttered out in reaction to his seemingly harsh, though in reality were simply blunt, words.

Being brought out of his thoughts caused Kallic to realize that the asari had spoken to him, Kallic replied finally, "No need for apologies Quirinius, like I said, my particular life is too short as it is to be worrying about every issue that occurs; was behind me the moment it happened. Besides, can't expect someone of your maturity to be beyond their initial assumptions of others...Mmm, understandable."

Kallic had learned not to judge on merits of 'years-in-existence', as they were often superficial, he began to lecture aloud, "Am around 20, middle-aged for my kind, can make good guess as to your age based on conversations heard and genetic info gathered from study of you and the syringe I found: Guess you, Quirinius, are somewhere around 200 rounded to a whole number. Nearly ten times my age, ten times the experience, the knowledge, the wisdom, right? Yes, but probably not, still young in asari terms, Maiden even, not even close to my 'physical' age, will not make the prejudicial assumptions that decades of your life were wasted dancing and fighting as a merc, but can assume that despite your age over mine you haven't come close to the experiences I've had." Kallic stopped, looking from Rogue, to the Captain, and finally having his gaze rest on Quirinius.

"The Captain, or even Rogue might agree: No two species are identical; all must be judged on their own merits. Treating every species like one's own is racist, even benign anthropomorphism," Kallic stated rather bluntly. ((Hooray for blatant in-game quote rips!))

The salarian listened as Rogue commented on the outcome of a conflict between him and Quirinius, the Captain cutting it short quickly: "Enough, the both of you....I will not have my crew fighting over who is the better of the rest. We are equals."

Kallic noticed the Captain's smirk and shook his head, responding, "Must also apologize Captain, got carried away as I always do. Did not mean to reprimand you, Quirinius, only enlighten you a little." Kallic smirked his own little smirk, "Besides, crew knows I'm the smartest anyways!"

Kallic shook his head with a smile and reached out his hand to shake both Rogue's and Quirinius', his words hitting home the reason why the Captain had been smirking at his own comment, "Welcome to the crew, pleasure to have you two."

"You mentioned your interest in a geth platform. Do you have a question for me Salarian:Kallic?" Rogue asked almost immediately after it's remarks to Quirinius.

"Mmmm....Yes, but no. Maybe later, have other matters to concentrate on, hope you understand Rogue," Kallic responded amicably.
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"The one they call "Illusive Man" would... but you're right: my apologies," Tom responded.

"No Tom, It should apologize, if It had not said anything towards the comment in the first place you would not have to feel so put down," Naut'aun apologized in turn.

"I've always wondered, if not curious, Ghost; as to why the hanar always call themselves "it". I've heard something about how they have Soul Names...?" Tom questioned.

Naut'aun didn't respond immediately, shimmering in the twilight of the cockpit, thinking to himself. "This One will explain as best it can Tom, but It has spent many years amongst other species, and has forgone much of It's etiquette and is considered a 'hick' among other hanar, even if It was once a scholar and philosopher amongst It's people," he said, almost seeming to apologize for some wrong that he hadn't even committed yet.

Continuing, he remarked, "Hanar Soul Names are for only the closest of friends, and of course, relations. Soul Names are poetic, and are difficult to interpret into a single form or word amongst other species, as it often includes visual speech as well as verbal and even bodily. Genetic modifications, or special visors and hardware are required; sometimes software patches into one's auto-translation systems are required for the correct meaning to be understood with visors."

Naut'aun turned to face Tom, continuing, "Soul Names often times don't translate directly, but more into meanings for other species; such as one of our kind being strong-willed would be called: "Lifts the Great Oceans". We call ourselves 'It' to maintain civility, it seems egotistical, if not selfish to speak of oneself in the first person while conversing with those we know only out of acquaintance, or on a Face Name basis. The explanations for calling oneself 'It' go much deeper, Tom, but that is the basis of it."

Naut'aun paused, his body dimming as he seemed not to want to continue, but did so anyways, "This One knows what Tom is wondering, why doesn't the crew know It's Soul Name, why doesn't Tom get to know, while the Captain does. This one does not want you to have to go through the procedure of having your eyes modified, nor spend the finances to acquire the proper equipment and software to translate It's name.....And, It does not feel that it is right to tell It's Soul Name to the crew right now. It trusts the crew, It's been with the crew for a very long time, but It did not join this crew easily, and the Captain 'earned' This One's Soul Name, the crew simply know of It, as an entity, that is......."

Naut'aun seemed torn, distraught, as if he wanted the others to know, but wouldn't, or couldn't tell them. He turned back to the ship controls, speaking softly, "Tom is a good friend, so please be happy with the knowledge that Tom may call It by a nickname, as most other hanar would take great offense at being called an ethereal being of undeath, or even at having a 'nickname' at all, this is a good example of It's hick nature. Tom will earn the knowledge of It's Soul Name one day, as will It's other friends: John, Kallic, Chiron, Selia......" Naut'aun paused very briefly, his body shivering slightly, "Maybe not Selia."

"If Tom is curious as to how Captain Tuhrop came to know the name then It will say this, It used to own one of those visors It spoke of. Once the Captain....Acquired It's services and earned the right to know, It gave Captain Tuhrop the visors to see, hear, and know It's Soul Name.........Then It threw them out the airlock." The hanar concluded with a thrust of one of it's tentacles to indicate a throwing motion.

"This One hopes Tom is happy with this explanation, if not, then It is truly sorry, and apologizes most deeply. It would bow in deference, but It would rather not plow the ship into a mass effect field."

((Yeah, it's long, I know.))

((Be warned: this post is also long.))

Quirinius V'tala shook Kallic's hand amicably. She was absolutely astounded at how much he knew--not merely in a technical or factual sense, but also in the ways of the world. She was quite heartened that he had not taken her skeptical and curious glance as an insult. I know I would have, if someone looked that way at me, she thought to herself. Many an opponent back on Omega gave me the same exact appraisal. I should know better than to treat others in kind, but as I've heard humans say, 'old habits die hard'.

Old habits die...hard... The asari fell into reverie once more, and this time her ruminations were not pleasant ones. Before her sordid life on Omega had begun, she had been a promising candidate as mate to a stunningly beautiful woman. Diana had been her name: Diana Cassindra Velian. Even though Quirinius was far older than she, Diana seemed to be the more mature of the two. Her beauty was only 'the icing on the cake', as humans also said from time to time. She was resolute, determined, and strong, unlike her cerulean paramour. Where Quirinius doubted, Diana remained stalwart. Where Quiri faltered, Diana stood firm. Most of all, where Quiri failed, Diana succeeded.

I thought that a woman like her needed no one except herself, the asari mused. Her heart seemed as closed and locked as the Omega 4 relay. However, I discovered that what she needed most was love. Unconditonal acceptance. It sounds like a cliche, I know, but in Diana's case it was true. Or, so I naively convinced myself... Shivers crawled down Quirinius' spine.

She worked for Cerberus. Diana said she worked for a privately-funded scientific cabal, but wouldn't tell me its name. Not until the very end.

"The very end" came when Diana revealed the final condition for Quiri to become her partner: in exchange for "embracing eternity", the asari would have to consent to biological experimentation by one certain Cerberus employee. The human race, Diana said, absolutely had to find out the final secret to controlling the flow of space-time, which Quirinius knew already.

"No!" she cried. "I don't! There are others far more biotically advanced--!"

"Not in your own special way," her partner had smirked. Almost sneered. "You can influence the fabric of this universe in a way that no other biotic can. Fifteen seconds last an hour in your eyes. I know. You've given me a taste of that, a preview of your melder's protective power. I want it. If you want me, then you'll have to give it to me. Let me operate. You won't feel a thing..."

Hardly. At that moment, Quiri had felt her heart shear itself in half.

She had fled from Diana, from the Cerberus research facility to which she'd been taken under pretense of seeing her for a "secret rendezvous." She'd killed many a guard and felt no guilt over slaying them. In the span of a few minutes, she'd turned from Maiden to monster.

I enjoyed it. Each second that blood spilled, I was closer to freedom...

Diana is still alive. I know it. She's out there, and if she's still the same as when I knew her, she'll stop at absolutely nothing to get what she wants. Either for herself or Cerberus. Exchange? Ha! She's utterly playing to win--

Out loud, all she rasped was "Cerberus. Don't let them anywhere near you."

"Mmmm....Yes, but no. Maybe later, have other matters to concentrate on, hope you understand Rogue,"


"Understandable Salarian:Kallic. I look forward to another conversation with you," Rogue replied.

Rogue shook Kallic's hand again after Quirinius did. It was certainly pleasant to find a being such as him. Rogue knew little of Salarians, and Kallic could supply him with information to give him a better understanding of the race. Rogue turned its head over to Tuhrop.

"Apologies Captain Tuhrop, I meant for no conflict," Rogue said saluting his superior officer.

With that Rogue turned and walked out of the room. An armored man passed the geth, and nearly did a double take. The geth hadn't attacked him, so it must have been with Tuhrop. The human shrugged and kept walking, looking for the old Turian.

Zack Hudson continued down the hallway. He had just finished cleaning his precious shotgun, and was trying to recall what Tuhrop had said at the meeting. To be honest he had kind of zoned out, and he had a bad hangover. It didn't hurt as much now, so he could actually communicate with others. He walked into the room and saw Tuhrop, Kallic, and an asari.

"So this is what we did on Omega? Tuhrop you sly dog, I didn't think you'd actually listen to one of my ideas," Zack said, his helmet distorting his voice a little.

He looked over at the asari and smirked to himself. He leaned back on a wall and crosses his arms, still staring at the asari. Now he was hoping she could pop out of something, and he really hoped her outfit was a bit more...revealing. The way Zack saw it though, he'd take what he could get.

"So tell me cutie, you got a name?" Zack asked.

Tom listened to Naut'uan, explaining how sapient species may be unable to understand or comprehend a hanar soul name without the use of certain technologies or implants. It made sense, if a soul name could only be limited through body movements, visual communication and bioluminescence.

"Tom is a good friend, so please be happy with the knowledge that Tom may call It by a nickname, as most other hanar would take great offense at being called an ethereal being of undeath, or even at having a 'nickname' at all, this is a good example of It's hick nature. Tom will earn the knowledge of It's Soul Name one day, as will It's other friends: John, Kallic, Chiron, Selia...... Maybe not Selia."

"Heh, understandable..." Tom agreed.

"This One hopes Tom is happy with this explanation, if not, then It is truly sorry, and apologizes most deeply. It would bow in deference, but It would rather not plow the ship into a mass effect field."

"That probably wont be necasary." Tom added. "Sorry on my behalf as well: I didnt mean to pry. I was mainly curious, Ghost. I dont know that much about your species. If it is that important to you, of course your entitled to your own personal matters and beliefs."

Tom looked down the bridge from the cockpit. "I've got to get back to work. Good talking to you, Ghost."

He walked down the bridge and passed the CIC. Tom took the stairway down where the General Crew Quarters were located. There the Asari guest was speaking with the captain, as well as surrounded by other crewmen.

"Wow... she sure did won the weekly popularity contest." Tom muttered under his breath. "It must be quite claustrophobic..." he took the elevator down to the engineering deck.

Tuhrop wondered if Tom was thinking the same thing just as Zack, one of the Freelance Mercenaries, walked into the scene. He began admiring Quirinius.

"So this is what we did on Omega? Tuhrop you sly dog, I didn't think you'd actually listen to one of my ideas,"

"I "did" nothing. I got hunted throughout Omega, and the next thing I knew Tom, Chiron and Kallick brought her aboard."

The next thing he knew Zack began flirting with the Asari. Tuhrop looked a little sheepish. "I apoligise; Zack may lack proper courtesy, but he's one heck of a Vanguard. Which by the way, I'm sorry we couldnt stay on Omega long enough for you to find work."

"I "did" nothing. I got hunted throughout Omega, and the next thing I knew Tom, Chiron and Kallick brought her aboard."

Zack was recalling something from the meeting now. Tuhrop had mentioned someone took shots at him earlier. Zack hated snipers, always ten miles away from the real action. He preferred his trusty shotgun, combined with his biotics over a sniper any day.

"I apoligise; Zack may lack proper courtesy, but he's one heck of a Vanguard. Which by the way, I'm sorry we couldnt stay on Omega long enough for you to find work."

"Don't worry about it Tuhrop...and I did ask for her name didn't I?," he asked. "Let me show her around if she hasn't gotten a tour already and we'll be even," he added in.

((NOOOOO!!!!!! Cyborg, you've destroyed the very fabric of reality by posting out of order!!! I was supposed to post next, then Tysy, then you, then PK: Rinse, lather, repeat...Or however it goes! Now you've ruined our little orderly world and doomed us all! I blame you if the world ends some time between now and the next 50 years! Yes, you! - JK

Anyway, I hate to be a stick-in-the-mud, but Tysy, you might wanna change the age at which your character met this Diana; on top of her being over a hundred years old - since you met her at around a hundred to a hundred and ten within your own character's lifetime - she wouldn't, and couldn't be human, or have worked for Cerberus, as humans have only been in the Mass Effect galactic community for no more than thirty years or so and Cerberus probably not even that long. I'm a stickler for details, sorry, but it would be rather - actually, very - inaccurate if we let it slide. Just thought I'd point that little mistake out! :D .....Please don't hate me..... ))

"That probably wont be necessary. Sorry on my behalf as well: I didn't mean to pry. I was mainly curious, Ghost. I don't know that much about your species. If it is that important to you, of course your entitled to your own personal matters and beliefs."

Naut'aun was quiet, his body dim as he interacted with some controls. "Tom does not need to apologize, Tom asked a genuine question of genuine interest. As a former scholar This One welcomes your desire for understanding. But It still apologizes for not being able to answer Tom more clearly. It is sorry."

"I've got to get back to work. Good talking to you, Ghost." Tom told the hanar, who plumed with a flash of bio-luminous light and replied happily, "And with you, Tom! It was very pleasant to have someone to converse with in the cockpit. Please feel free to ask This One more in the future, if Tom likes?"

Naut'aun waved one of it's tentacles as Tom left the cabin to go to engineering. Naut'aun slipping some of it's inner tentacles into slots in the jury-rigged cylindrical pedestal that replaced the pilot's seat, his body resting comfortably on the device like it was a seat, when in reality it wasn't; his outer tentacles still working away at the holographic consoles and controls around him.
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"Cerberus. Don't let them anywhere near you." Quirinius croaked, Kallic only raising what counted as his eyebrow at this.

"Don't plan to; after all, are attempting to avoid them, or did you miss that?" he responded plainly.

"Understandable Salarian:Kallic. I look forward to another conversation with you," Rogue responded in kind to Kallic.

Kallic smiled and nodded, his thoughts drifting slowly but surely off towards other matters. Rogue apologized for causing the slight, and in actuality, non-realistic disturbance, leaving the room after a quick salute to the Captain; Kallic waved at the geth as it left. He saw Tom coming down from the CIC and nodded to him as he passed on his way to engineering, turning he noticed the other human crew mate approaching, Zack Hudson A.K.A. Null.

"So this is what we did on Omega? Tuhrop you sly dog, I didn't think you'd actually listen to one of my ideas," the man said, Kallic only rolling his eyes in response, turning away from the exchange, but still hearing what was being said.

"I "did" nothing. I got hunted throughout Omega, and the next thing I knew Tom, Chiron and Kallic brought her aboard." Captain Tuhrop explained to Zack. Kallic turned back around, interjecting quickly:

"Did not bring her aboard, came later, said that already."

"So tell me cutie, you got a name?" Zack blatantly flirted.

"I apologize; Zack may lack proper courtesy, but he's one heck of a Vanguard. Which by the way, I'm sorry we couldn't stay on Omega long enough for you to find work." The Captain apologized.

"Yes, very sorry indeed," Kallic said, a hint sardonically.

"Don't worry about it Tuhrop...and I did ask for her name didn't I? Let me show her around if she hasn't gotten a tour already and we'll be even," Zack explained, Kallic shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

"Making flirtatious advances not considered courteous, even if you did ask for name in the process," he remarked, and with chin in hand he stepped over towards Quirinius, his side to her face he stopped, cutting her view of Zack off briefly; locking her eyes with at least one of his own large ones, he muttered to her, "Wouldn't recommend it."

'What' he didn't recommend was really the question; whether it was the tour, giving in to his flirtations, or something else was anyone's guess.

He disengaged her stare and stepped out of her line of sight of the heavily armored man that was before her. Swiveling his head in Zack's direction he remarked amiably, "Would recommend removing helmet and armor if you wish for flirtations to work. After all, humans rely more on hormones and scent for attracting others; physical appeal mostly psychological. But intimidating armor still not helpful!"

Kallic was tempted to say something about his face being just as scary as his armor, but he decided humility was the greater virtue of valor here ((or however that saying goes)) and kept his remarks professional. The salarian started to walk off nodding to the Captain as he passed:

"Will head to medbay to continue analyzing syringe, since keeping personal eye on asari no longer really necessary." Though in reality the Captain knew - and Kallic knew the Captain knew - Kallic was still going to be keeping a rather close eye on her; after all, he kept rather close tabs on everyone on the ship, especially newcomers and those he trusted little. "Tell me if you need me for anything else, Captain."

Kallic nodded once more to the Captain and proceeded to walk away surprisingly slow for a salarian. Pausing he looked over his shoulder at Quirinius, remarking, "Come by later to pick up weapons....Mmm, or come with me now, either way works."

With that the salarian was off towards the medbay, chin in hand, walking slow, mind on ten different things at once....Literally.

((I fixed my last post, removing all the time references. Less confusing.))

If there was anything Quirinius V'tala considered her main "pet peeve", it was being bombarded with too much information (and flirtation?) all at once. Only moments earlier, she had been caught in a web of dark reminiscences. Then, in the blink of an eye, both Kallic the salarian and a smooth-talking human newcomer, one Vanguard Zack, had interrupted her reverie. How to respond? Fortunately, Kallic offered a solution: follow him to the medbay and get away from the crowd!

As she and Kallic entered the Valkyrie's infirmary, the asari cleared her throat. "I owe you two things," she began, "an apology, and my thanks. I'm sorry I mentioned Cerberus, for one; I was lost in a raging sea of memories for a minute. Old habits die hard," she said with a worm of chagrin wriggling around in the pit of her stomach. "I knew perfectly well--or, at least my conscious mind did--that we're trying to keep out of that organization's way. I have a past with Cerberus, or at least one of its employees. Don't worry. This won't affect our mission, even though I'm still trying to 'get over it'."

She noticed Kallic staring at her rather intensely. Clearing her throat again, she moved on to the other part of what she needed to tell the salarian. "I also would like to thank you for saving me from...Zack's?...advances. He just came out of nowhere! I wasn't quite sure what to say, even when I realized I was safely back here on the ship and not trapped in a research lab several years ago..." She slapped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry. That's past now. You must think I'm a complete and utter fool, for all the mistakes and half-steps I've made so far. The thing is, not all asari are so intelligent or wise as you might think. Witness me! I've got more of my father in me than I'd like to admit..." She shook her head. "He always was too rash for Mother's taste."

Already being in the Medbay, Chiron heard Quirinius talking to someone. He looked up to see it was his good friend Kallic. The krogan chuckled at the mentioning of the freelancer. It seemed like it was an initiation on this ship for a female crew member to be hit on by Zack. He walked over to the two at Quirinius mentioning her uniqueness.

"I can understand where you're coming from. I am a krogan who prefers to use his words over his fists," he chuckled. "Its not a lack of intelligence by the way, just a lack of experience I'm guessing," he added in.
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Zack chuckled as Quirinius quickly left the room. She was a quiet one no doubt, looked like she was hiding something. He did hear her mention Cerberus...he hated them

"Well she's okay in my book Tuhrop, she's not a fan of Cerberus," Zack said.

"Well she's okay in my book Tuhrop, she's not a fan of Cerberus,"

"I cannot imagine any other sentient who would be." Tuhrop added simply. "Extremists, the lot of them are."

He glanced at Zack and smirked. "I've got work to do, Hudson. I'll talk to you later." the Turian was about to walk off. "Oh, and Hudson: in the future, try not doze off during our crew meetings. You're involved in this just as much as everybody else."

Tuhrop walked off the scene.

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The Valkyrie appeared right before the mass relay, after making the jump. Soaring through the heavens of the Harding System of the Helix Nebula. Within the next hour, a small ball growing larger in the distance appeared through the cockpit window.

Osiris appeared on their scanners. Most of the planet was covered by oceans of liquid water. European-sized areas were spotted on the planet's surface, and the atmosphere was nitrogen-oxygen based. Perfect choice for colonisation.

Vessels and Cruisers surrounded the planet below. Tuhrop opened a communications channel.

"Osiris Control, this is GS Valkyrie: requesting permission to land?"

"GS Valkyrie, this is Osiris Control. As you are within Systems Alliance and Citadel Space, our security protocol is initiated."

Tuhrop stated their business, claimed quarantine and informed them that they are carrying weapons. He also provided identification and registration of the ship.

"GS Valkyrie, this is Osiris Control. Permission to land has been granted. Please be advised that once entering a Systems Alliance controlled building, you are not authorised to carry weapons. Understood?"

"Crystal Clear..." Tuhrop acknowledged. "Valkyrie out!"

The Valkeryie descended into the atmosphere below, and made her way towards the human colony. It was a settlement right where the beach is; probably larger than any typical human colony.
Its most notable landmark was the tower standing within the ocean, surrounded by sea water. Most likely the research facility they were meant to head towards.

Tuhrop pulled switched on the intercom. "This is the captain, we have arrived at the colony and are about to dock. Please get yourselves ready, and keep in mind alliance security protocol forbids bringing weapons into the research facility."

MEDBAY ABOARD THE VALKYRIE

Quiri heard Captain Tuhrop's announcement. "Hmm," she said, closing her eyes for a minute and placing a finger to her lips. "We may be forbidden to carry visible, ammunition-bearing weapons aboard the station, such as guns and grenade launchers. However, biotics can be some of the most dangerous instruments of war that have ever been discovered." She was thinking about those at Cerberus--the security guards she'd slain. Vanguards, most of them.
"Tech powers also have their non-engineering uses, if you get my drift."

She turned to Kallic and Chiron. "Patently obvious, I know, but I have a strange tingling in the top of my scalp all of a sudden. I'm not scared, but something feels wrong." She glanced around. "If my suspicions don't happen to be proven, I'll be glad, but if they are...I just might have to use those weapons that are lodged in my brain known as 'eezo' nodules..."

EDIT: ((Forgive the inconsistency of this post, I will fix it when I have time! Will edit in the stuff from PK's post and Tysy's etc. Also, ignoring my inane/insane rants at the bottom would be....I want to say wise, but I've mentioned that enough in this post......Smart, I guess. Uh, thanks. *sleeps*))

EDIT 2: ((Okay, didn't change anything with the initial post, but added some stuff to the bottom, etc. Respond accordingly, or not. Concerns for replies to this junk post are minimal at best.))

((I fixed my last post, removing all the time references. Less confusing.))

((Heh, sorry about that, but I was just like, "Wait, her character's 200, why would she meet a human at 100 and still consider her a threat? She'd be an old crone!" I could get into the specs, but I'm not.

Guess PK's waiting on me to post or move on? Or something!? I'unno! <--IGNORE THIS!!))

To Kallic's slight surprise Quirinius actually followed him to the medbay immediately instead of taking the ship tour with Zack. Once in there, he turned to notice her somewhat off look - the asari clearing her throat to speak, "I owe you two things, an apology, and my thanks. I'm sorry I mentioned Cerberus, for one; I was lost in a raging sea of memories for a minute. Old habits die hard," she said, a look like she had swallowed a cup of nails and it'd finally gotten to her. "I knew perfectly well--or, at least my conscious mind did--that we're trying to keep out of that organization's way. I have a past with Cerberus, or at least one of its employees. Don't worry. This won't affect our mission, even though I'm still trying to 'get over it'."

Staring intently, Kallic didn't interrupt, seeing on her face that she still wished to speak. "I also would like to thank you for saving me from...Zack's?...advances. He just came out of nowhere! I wasn't quite sure what to say, even when I realized I was safely back here on the ship and not trapped in a research lab several years ago...Sorry. That's past now. You must think I'm a complete and utter fool, for all the mistakes and half-steps I've made so far. The thing is, not all asari are so intelligent or wise as you might think. Witness me! I've got more of my father in me than I'd like to admit...He always was too rash for Mother's taste."

Kallic caught something out of the corner of his eye as Quirinius finished, noticing a familiar figure approach.

"I can understand where you're coming from. I am a krogan who prefers to use his words over his fists. It's not a lack of intelligence by the way, just a lack of experience I'm guessing," his krogan friend remarked regarding her own comments, he guessed.

Kallic finally spoke, "Apology accepted, though completely unnecessary, wasn't chastising you for remarking on Cerberus, just making a simple comment. Apologize if somehow I accosted you, or seemed rude in any way, but not for what I said, nothing wrong in it."

"As for past with the organization, that's between you, yourself, and the Captain, or at least it will be if it affects crew in any way. Just a warning," Kallic said, moving over to some equipment in the medbay. Kallic continued, speaking over his shoulder as he began setting up machines to continue analyzing the syringe, ((Inside Joke: :lol: )) "Have to agree with Chiron on the matter of thanks and regrets; like I said, lack predefined judgments of others based on age, but on actions, words, maturity....Mmm, the like; know you're still a Maiden, know you're young in mind, body, and emotionally."

Kallic paused briefly to turn around and face her, setting his intense eyes back on her, "Told you I was unlike other salarians, just as Chiron is unlike other krogan in his mannerisms. Lack same coldheartedness, etcetera; but just because you lack wisdom and intellect doesn't mean you won't get them. Experience: Twenty," he said pointing to himself, then pointing to her. "Two Hundred."

"Middle Aged..." Enacting the same motion as before. "...Quarter aged: Young Adult. Understand? Age, species, class; don't define wisdom or experience - remember that," he finished.

Kallic shook his head and smiled, proceeding to activate his Omni-Tool and detach Quirinius' weapons from his harness, and unlock the others that weren't, he remarked, "Sound like fragmented holo-vid; here, take weapons. Apart of crew now, free to carry armed implements, just be sure not to take them out on board, same rule applies as I said before...Mm, don't use weapons on ship, especially while in space: dangerous!"

Kallic pulled out her biotic dampening rod, almost thrusting it into her hands and leaning forward - speaking in a more hushed, but kinder/soothing tone, "Remember that? If so, good; first step in garnering experience - earning wisdom - learn from mistakes. Second: listen to those who do have the experience, and have earned the wisdom."

Kallic pulled back and gave her a smile, a nod, and a friendly wink. Thus proceeding to go back to his duty at the analysis equipment, speaking normal again over his shoulder, "Ask for other steps later, for now, use what I've told you; if so, will already be following them - simple. Chiron, need help here, syringe seems to have disappeared...Mmm, unsettling...."


But before Kallic knew it the intercom came on, the Captain's voice ringing through the ship, "This is the captain, we have arrived at the colony and are about to dock. Please get yourselves ready, and keep in mind alliance security protocol forbids bringing weapons into the research facility."

Kallic turned back around to face the others, Quirinius mentioning her nervousness and sense of something wrong, as well as mentioning the use of biotics and tech abilities, something Kallic was at least halfway certain the Alliance would have counter measures against; Kallic just shook his head.

"Unlikely acts of aggression will be necessary, Alliance would aid us if we were assaulted by any Cerberus agents - don't want intergalactic incident after all, most of us different species, would not be good PR for them. Also, if incited Alliance assault, most likely they have predicted the use of our abilities; especially with asari aboard - well known fact they're born biotics. Stand less of a chance than with Cerberus assault. If both come at us, then....Mmm, pray to your deities, wouldn't last very long under the circumstance," he added in, putting his hands behind his back. "Personally don't look for a Thresher Maw to jump up around every corner, bad habit to have...Mm, live longer too - less stress. Caution is warranted though. Must also remember our manners, human colonies not used to alien traffic, occasional Quarian, but large groups might cause local populace nervousness - Must say we are a large group of aliens, discretion is best."

Kallic just pondered for a moment; he didn't know why he was telling them this, it was the Captain's job to do that. Also, as a long standing crew member, Chiron already knew all this (not to mention he was one of those aboard that they had to least worry about causing problems. Selia was more likely to head-butt someone than he was!).

"Guess giving you back your weapons was...Mmm, poorly timed. No matter, knowing you have them back should be good enough," he finished, smiling at the young asari. Kallic then proceeded to remove his weapon implements, placing them in a locker in the medbay, locking it up with his Omni-Tool.

((Meh, my posts are turning to juuuunk, must watch some Mordin vids on youtube for inspiration!!! Forgive for the yammery-ness-isms of the post, am/are/is/was tired and not think clearly. Also, forgive yet again for length - JIC! - Don't let this die PK!!!!!! I love ME too much to let you let this die!!!! But knowing you, you won't let it die, you're not the type! And that kiddies, is called brown-nosing! *cheers*

Okay, I'm done with the spazzing, sorry again.))

"I've got work to do, Hudson. I'll talk to you later." the Turian was about to walk off. "Oh, and Hudson: in the future, try not doze off during our crew meetings. You're involved in this just as much as everybody else."

Zack chuckled and nodded to Tuhrop. Even with his helmet on, the turian could tell he was sleeping. He'd either have to do a better job...or actually pay attention.
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"This is the captain, we have arrived at the colony and are about to dock. Please get yourselves ready, and keep in mind alliance security protocol forbids bringing weapons into the research facility."

Zack shook his head an let out a very loud sigh. Could this little trip get any worse? First he didn't get to find any work, and now they were going to a human colony...let's not forget the Alliance. Oddly enough it would seem he was thinking the exact same thing Quirnius was. Sure he couldn't bring his weapons...but his biotics were a different story.

"This should be fun," he said.
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Chiron nodded his head at Quirnius's statement. He himself did not have any biotics, but he did have a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Patently obvious, I know, but I have a strange tingling in the top of my scalp all of a sudden. I'm not scared, but something feels wrong." She glanced around. "If my suspicions don't happen to be proven, I'll be glad, but if they are...I just might have to use those weapons that are lodged in my brain known as 'eezo' nodules..."

"I am certain we will be fine, but being cautious is always good. If need be I'm sure I can use my old krogan strength," he said with a smile.
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Rogue had been down in the engineering deck when he heard the announcement from Tuhrop. He stopped to analyze every bit of detail. He concluded a second opinion would be the best choice, and who better than the human on the same floor. The geth followed its radar to Tom's location.

"Human:Tom, I have to ask you something. It has been three years since the attack on the citadel, and the geth are no longer a threat. However I am aware you organics can still hold grudges. I believe simply walking off the ship would not be the best COA. Would you recommended I stay aboard the ship, or cloak myself and follow?" Rogue asked.

((haha fear not, Archon. I dont intend on this RP dying - I'm too much inlove with the franchise to let that happen. Besides, you should feel complimented that I actually do read every word of your posts, because your intepretations of salarians are quite interesting to read :) ))

"Human:Tom, I have to ask you something. It has been three years since the attack on the citadel, and the geth are no longer a threat. However I am aware you organics can still hold grudges. I believe simply walking off the ship would not be the best COA. Would you recommended I stay aboard the ship, or cloak myself and follow?"

Tom turned around from his console to glance at the Geth which stood before him. "Hmm... I can see how this might pose as a problem..." Tom rubbed his chin. "If it just became news to me, the Alliance are not even aware the opposite faction of Geth have been reprogrammed."

He began pacing back and forward. "I dont think following us would be a smart idea. If this is an state of the art Alliance Facility, they are most likely equiped with updated security. They might even be able to detect Geth Infiltration, even if you are cloaked with a Stealth Field Generator..."

Tom thought about what he said, and chuckled sheepishly. "Listen to myself; I'm begining to sound like Kallick. There might be an alternative; you can probably hang around the town, and keep an eye out for suspicious activity outside of the facility. Give us a little heads-up warning if anyone like Cerberus is approaching."

There was a slight turbulance and vibration. The ship had obviously docked. Tom continued his conversation with Rogue.

"Or do you think you can find a way to bypass their security systems undetected? I dont know how you Geth work..."

"Listen to myself; I'm begining to sound like Kallick. There might be an alternative; you can probably hang around the town, and keep an eye out for suspicious activity outside of the facility. Give us a little heads-up warning if anyone like Cerberus is approaching."


Rogue processed this information. It could serve as a lookout to the team, and do its best to remain out of sight. It did not wish to harm organics, but the humans might not understand that...and certain actions would have to be taken to ensure Rogue's safety.

"Or do you think you can find a way to bypass their security systems undetected? I dont know how you Geth work..."

If Rogue could laugh, it would have. It was an excellent hacker, and had no doubt it could bypass the security systems.

"I would have no trouble bypassing their systems," Rogue said, in a pleasant tone. "I can also be the lookout for Cerberus," it added in.

"I would have no trouble bypassing their systems," Rogue said, in a pleasant tone. "I can also be the lookout for Cerberus,"

"If that is the case..." Tom switched his console off. "If you are confident enough in your skills, I have a job for you."

If this synthetic was confident enough in its abilities, then there may be a way to do both tasks. "I want you to infiltrate the Research Facility. Undetected if possible."

"Then I want you perform an espionage around the base. Find any possible connection to Cerberus. If there is, whether they have been notified of our arival should be relayed to us - give us a little heads-up warning. Understand?" (I'll pm you later Cyborg, for the details ;) ))

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The ramp of the Valkyrie descended down onto a platform, opening up the exit. Captain Tuhrop walked from the ramp and onto the metal floor.

The docking platform of the research facility presented a beautiful view of the settlement. Tuhrop could hear the sound of crushing ocean waves surrounding the building. The facility seemed to also act as a lighthouse for the settlement as well, as high above them, Tuhrop could see some type of housed beacon at the top of the tower.

Right before the offshore crew, a systems alliance uniformed representative approached Captain Tuhrop and exchanged a hand.

"We have been looking forward to your arival, Captain Qui'in Tuhrop." she greeted.

Tuhrop accepted the handshake. "I assure you, what we have is legitimate. This is definatly worth your full attention."

He activated his omni-tool, and displayed a holographic representation of the Cerberus Genesis data. The representative rubbed her chin.

"I see... We'll need to fully analyse this data. Why dont you and your crew step inside?"

RESEARCH FACILITY--PLATFORM

Don't get distracted by the ocean, Quiri, even though you do hear it all around you. Focus on the mission. The asari tried not to close her eyes and breathe in the salty air. It reminded her of home. Not Omega, certainly, with its perpetual stench of spaceship exhaust and unwashed organic beings. Before she ventured there--or even met Diana Velian--she'd lived on Thessia, the asari homeworld. Her father hadn't liked it there very much. "Too soft," he'd grunted. "Far too womanly." However, since her mother would rather have died than set foot on Tuchanka, the krogan Quirinius had borne it all like a good sport. It's a pity he went off to crack skulls before I was 30.

The breadwinner of her family had hired himself out to the Blood Pack for a "strategically important mission" in the Terminus Systems--details classified, of course. The asari felt her fists clench. Mercenary bastards! The only things that are "strategically important" to them are the locations of their next targets to assassinate! Naturally, her father had met his fate in the middle of a tremendous firefight. All that her mother could say after that was, "He died like a krogan." Indeed he had, but Quiri didn't care about that. She wanted her "Otsa" back. That was the slang word for "Father" that she'd made up even before she could walk, and it had always warmed his heart.

A smile spread across her lips, before reality jarred her again. Not now. Move out! She focused her attention on the fringed back of Qui'in Tuhrop's head. If we run into trouble, I'll slow down time for you, Captain. She was glad his command was strong.

"Then I want you perform an espionage around the base. Find any possible connection to Cerberus. If there is, whether they have been notified of our arival should be relayed to us - give us a little heads-up warning. Understand?"

"Understood Human:Tom," Rogue replied activating its camo. It would complete this task, and made sure to update Tom as instructed.
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Zack let out a heavy sigh. On his top three most hated list it went Vorcha, then Volus, and finally Humans. He was indeed a human who hated his own race. It was mainly because of the almighty Alliance. He absolutely hated the Alliance, for just about everything they did. Now he was stuck on a human colony, and they were following one of them. He looked over at Quirinius and smirked.

"Well this will be fun, by the way I'm Zack" he said to her.

Chiron on the other hand let out a sigh of relief. It was nice to get off the ship, and the place looked nice...much nicer than Omega. He followed the others, glancing around as he walked.

Tom ran out from the ramp exiting the ship, so as to join the others. He was breathing heavily, like he was in a rush... which he was. He also could not help but admire the view of the ocean and the colony.

Tom glanced apoligetically at Captain Tuhrop. "Sorry I'm late. I had to prep the ship's security firewalls before shore-leave."

He assumed Rogue, the Geth Infiltrator, would not use the elevator. Even with camoflage on, it be easy to spot the outline of the invisible synthetic up close and personal. Tom speculated either a ventilation shaft, or even the elevator shaft itself. Either way, what was important was that Rogue was able to infiltrate the research facility undetected.

Tom joined the others in the elevator. The mechanical doors slid shut, and Tom could feel the downward motion of the elevator moving down. Through the windows, they could get a good view of underwater world, with many coral reefs scattered and exotic fish swimming around.

"This station does not intefere with marine biology?" Tuhrop enquired.

"Unlikely." The representative claimed. "This facility is designed to be environmentally friendly. Its run by Hydroelectricity, naturally of course, and we have kinetic barriers surrounding the tower that ensure no marine life gets intefered."

"What research do you do here exactly?"

"We study and experiment further usages with element zero, since most of it on this world is harvested from beneath the ocean floor. There are other divisions in this facility we study, like Marine Biology. Sirta Foundation is one of our biggest sponsors, as our study with marine biology goes towards medical advances."

RESEARCH FACILITY--ELEVATOR/MAIN HUB

Quirinius had seen easy, greasy smiles such as Zack's on the face of many a human--and that was exactly why she was on her guard. Still, the young asari decided to give the Vanguard the benefit of the doubt, at least for now. After all, if any representatives from a certain clandestine organization made a sudden appearance, she'd need someone to do the shooting and biotic-charging while she slowed time to a crawl to facilitate the battle...

"I always love a fight," she told Zack, "but on the chessboard. Mostly."

She hoped she'd said that last word coldly enough to make shivers run down the man's spine and let him know she was no one to be trifled with. My mother was the exotic dancer, not me, she thought with a rueful sniff. She expected far more of me, even in my Maiden years. It's a pity that I haven't made her completely proud--at least not yet...

"I always love a fight," she told Zack, "but on the chessboard. Mostly."

"Ayah, I always hated chess..." Tom added, awkward elevator music like from the citadel was playing in the background. "Everytime I go up against someone, its either a draw or a loss. I've always been a blackjack sort of person..."

Admitting his weakeness in chess was probably alot better than reminding Quiri of how she almost got herself killed by Eclyspe Mercenaries just from playing one game. Not to mention the fact that it probably was not the appropriate occasion with the Facility Representative in the elevator with them.

The elevator made a halt. The door slid open, and revealed a wide hallway; with a window running across the wall overlooking the underwater world below the ocean. People wearing lab tunics and security officer uniforms were seen everywhere.

"Impressive..." Captain Tuhrop was able to mutter.

((Sorry for not posting in awhile guys, I've been distracted by a certain game that came out recently. You can take a good guess as to which one, and you'll probably be right. I beat it today, so I should post soon! Again, sorry about my absence guys.))

EDIT: ((Scratch that, I just realized that I haven't really been gone all that long....Sooo, yeah, I'll post when I get to it! :D ))

"I always love a fight," she told Zack, "but on the chessboard. Mostly."

Zack chuckled as his first response. She had a bit of attitude to her, and she could use a gun. Sure chess wasn't his strong point, in fact he probably wouldn't know the difference between a rook and a pawn.

"A cutie and a fighter? It must be my lucky day," he replied.

Chiron nodded his head in approval as the elevator doors opened.

"Remarkable," the krogan said.
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Rogue had silently followed the group until they reached the elevator. It watched the group get into elevator. It looked around, spotting a ventilation shaft. It looked around for any security officers and then quickly opened the shaft. It climbed inside and made sure to close the shaft again. Rogue began its journey through the ventilation shaft, moving as quickly but as quietly as it could.

RESEARCH FACILITY--INTERIOR

Quirinius cocked a wry eyebrow at Zack--painted indigo, and very arched.

"Fighter? Yes. Cutie? Hardly. My 'father', if you want to use the term, was a krogan. I've got his mouth, and I'm considered hideous by most other asari." Turning her head towards the interior of the research facility, she scanned the room for any suspicious signs--edgy personnel, oddly-placed documents, mysterious electronic consoles or gadgetry--and found none. Good, she thought, but that doesn't mean everything is on the up-and-up here. After all, why would the Captain investigate if he thinks it's a wild goose chase?

"You're being too hard on yourself darling, you look great," Zack replied.

She certainly was different from most asari he had seen...and been with. She must have the love of fighting from that krogan dad of hers. Then again asari were pretty deadly themselves. Both beautiful and excellent fighters, a deadly combination. Quarians weren't half bad either. Zack snapped back to reality, unsure of where he was trying to go with this. He looked around at the interior of the base.He had to admit, he was actually impressed...but he wouldn't show it.

"Hey Tom, do you think Ghost feels at home?" Zack asked looking at the ocean through the window.

Odd, Tom was one of the few humans he actually liked. Tom understood different cultures and respected them. Not to mention he was one hell of an engineer.

"Hey Tom, do you think Ghost feels at home?"

"Maybe you should ask him yourself?'' Tom replied to Zacks comment, looking out of the window of the underwater world.

"Have you made many developments with medical advances?' Tuhrop asked the representative.

"We are currently in the works of a new type of medigel, designed efficiently for soldiers on the battlefield. Unfortunatly, I cant spare much detail; its classified." she eyed Tuhrop. "But right now we are more interested in the data you have on Cerberus. How is it you acquired it?"

"Derelict Cerberus Vessel. We'll tell you all the details once we speak to your boss."

"He's not here at the moment, I'm afraid. He's at the colony making negotiations." The representative revealed. "I am his Personal Assistant... I apoligise, I did not formely introduce myself. I am Neesa, I organise the Head Facility Manager's calendar and appointments. If we just store it in his archive for now, we'll begin analysing once he returns."

They passed through the main lobby, which was populated with employees and receptionists. The modern architecture was remarkable visually. Pillars of marble stone could be spotted, which Tom intepreted as art deco.

Neesa, the receptionist, walked them towards one of the desks - where a tall skinny man was standing next to. He had slick black hair and a skull-like cheek boned face. He wore an all black tunic, defining his visual sense of pride. Something about him rubbed Tom off the wrong way.

"Executor Hawking, Head of the Research Facilities security." Neesa introduced. 'He will give you a guided tour, if you wish. He will also lead you to your quarters."

"Our... quarters?" Tuhrop enquired. The thin man eyed the Turian.

"I'm afraid this is part of our security protocol. You must remain here, in this facility, until the Head Facilities Manager returns from the Negotiations." Hawking spoke in a raspy voice. "Afterward, he will appoint to analysing "your data" and report to the systems alliance cyberwarfare devision. You cannot leave until all of the above is complete, and without my supervision."

RESEARCH FACILITY--INTERIOR

Something is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong...

As Quirinius listened to Hawking's words, her scalp began to crawl as if a thousand tiny rachni hatchlings were exploring her sensitive blue tentacles. She gritted her teeth, trying to smile or at least appear civil and cooperative. Internally, however, the asari knew what was going on. Adrenaline was beginning to flood her system, preparing her to fight or flee from the facility.

I can't run away and let the Captain down. Not now. However, this man Hawking almost sounds like he's taking us as prisoners. Or hostages.

I hadn't been living on Omega for so long without learning a few things.

Instinctively, she clenched her hands into fists, within the confines of her sleek black leather gloves. I'm getting ready to unleash a biotic attack if I have to, she thought, more to herself than anyone else. Brace yourselves.

((I'll post within a few hours time. I just got home from work and I need rest lol))

Chiron let out a loud sigh, but he wasn't upset. In the back of his mind he was expecting something like this, but he wished it wouldn't happen. He looked over at the rest of the crew, checking their reactions. He knew most of them wouldn't question this, but some might. He looked over at Zach to see the merc simply had his arms crossed. It was difficult to tell what he was thinking, hopefully he'd keep his mouth shut. He eyed Quirnius as well, seeing that she was new and he didn't know her that well yet.

"Well if that is the case, than might I ask about that new medigel? I am a doctor, perhaps I might be able to assist you" Chiron said, figuring if he was stuck than he might as well be doing something he liked.

Zack shook his head and chuckled. He wasn't in the least bit surprised that his kind would pull this crap. He was almost grateful they were getting quarters, as he expected they would be stuck in a cell or something. He looked over at Quirnius, and saw her clenched fists. Even he knew a fight wasn't the best solution...at least not until he knew they had the upperhand. He casually took a step closer to the asari.

"Easy Cutie," he whispered.

He looked over at Neesa, taking her to be the more friendly of the two.

"So...Neesa was it? How long do you think all of this will take?" he asked.

Tom eyed the Asari clenching her fists, as if ready to unleash a biotic kick to Hawking's face. Quite feisty, but perhaps could not blame her. Atleast to Tom, Hawking looked like quite a cold hearted character; the type he tries to avoid conflict with.

"Well if that is the case, than might I ask about that new medigel? I am a doctor, perhaps I might be able to assist you"

Hawking gave Chiron an evil eye. "A Krogan Doctor? Quite the rarity; you people are indeed a peculiar bunch." he crossed his arms, in an authoritive way. "But I should point out to you that non-personel are not authorised to such priviledged review and information. Krogan Especially."

"In my presence, Executor..." Tuhrop added sternly. "I will not tollerate such discrimination against any of my crew mates."

"My apoligies, Captain. But seeing as this is a Systems Alliance controlled facility, exclusively run by humans, you must understand we are abit weary with outsiders." Hawking replied, no hint of sympathy behind such cold words.

"So...Neesa was it? How long do you think all of this will take?"

Neesa turned to Zack. "I expect within the next few hours. A night by maximum."

She glanced at Tuhrop. "I truelly am sorry about the inconveniance, Captain. But because we are dealing with Cerberus Opperations, you must understand its well worth the wait."

"We'll cooperate, for now." Tuhrop resignated. "Take us to our quarters."

RESEARCH FACILITY--VISITOR QUARTERS

Once the crew of the Valkyrie had been escorted to their temporary quarters, Quiri shook her head and sighed. "I'm quite loath to tell you this, Captain," she said, "but this is highly unusual. I know I haven't had much experience on missions of this sort, but my instincts tell me that this 'security protocol' is not an ordinary one. Even on that cesspool of an asteroid where I lived before, people knew to be on their guard when they were taken to any unknown part of a building and left there." She faced Tuhrop squarely.

"It was all I could do not to plant a firm biotic drop-kick in that Hawking character's face. When should we start trying to escape, if something really is amiss?" She glanced around. "I don't want any 'security guards', meaning possible assassins, trying to surprise us."

Quiri began expressing her concern to the captain, once they arrived at their quarters. "When should we start trying to escape, if something really is amiss?" She glanced around. "I don't want any 'security guards', meaning possible assassins, trying to surprise us."

"We're gonna have to play along for now." Tuhrop replied. "I dont think they are holding us prisoner. They did not exactly say we are not allowed to leave our quarters, as long as we dont go exploring the labs and other restricted areas."

"Besides, we dont know they are working with Cerberus." Tom added. "Well, not yet anyway." he scratched his head. Tuhrop glanced curiously at Tom.

"What do you mean by that?" the Turian Captain asked cautiously.

Tom hesitated for a second, exchanging a grim look. "Promise not to get mad at me? Before we departed the ship, the geth approached me looking for work. I told him... uh, "it"... to do a little digging around this facility."

Tuhrop's eyes widened with suprise. "Why did you not tell me this before?"

"Because you were already off the ship by the time Rogue came up to me on the Engineering deck."

"Dammit Ulrich! You could have compromised everything! Had it ever occured to you that Rogue could have be detected by the security systems?!"

"The thought did occur, but Rogue assured me that his hacking abilities could bypass the security systems and avoid detection. Otherwise, there would be alarms going everywhere by now."

"Oh yeah, I'm so glad we found this data" Zack said sarcastically as he leaned against a wall.
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Rogue had waited until the group was escorted to their quarters before it moved. It had silently followed Hawking until it found what it was looking for. It waited by the door, until a man walked up to the door and opened it. Rogue followed the man inside and waited for the right opportunity. Another man left the room, leaving just the one. It watched the man until he yawned. Rogue slammed the man's head into the table, knocking him out. Rogue placed the man back in the chair with his head resting on his arms. When he woke up, he would just assume he had dosed off.

With that Rogue looked to the terminal. It began to type, quickly bypassing anything that dare be in its way. It stopped typing, and turned to leave the room. Rogue had disabled the security systems with ease, and now it could finish the other part of his mission. It could access the more important files, which meant locating Hawking's office where Rogue would find what it was looking for.

((waiting for either player to respond :) ))

((I would, but what are Quiri and the others to do while Rogue is investigating? If they can't leave their quarters, that would make for a rather tedious conversation IMHO.))

((Well, I was assuming we all discuss the next step. Afterward, Rogue contacts Tom and we progress through the story. But if you want something to happen during then, lets bring it :smash: ))

Tuhrop paces around the room. "Next time you have another bright idea Tom, make sure I'm the first to know about it."

"But it wasnt my idea..." Tom scratched his head.

"Rogue is just a machine, Tom!" Tuhrop replied sternly. "But then again, it might give us a little heads-up on which side is which. Whether Cerberus' presence is lurking here."

A humming noise rang from the door. It opened up, and Neesa walked in. She smiled apoligetically.

"Sorry to interupt. How are our accomodations?"

"Do you need something?" Tuhrop went straight to the point.

"We need to have a chat with one of your crew members. Specifically, the one whom first encountered the data on the Cerberus Vessel."

Tuhrop glanced at Tom. "Your looking at him right now."

Tom looked a little scepticle. "What sort of questions?"

"Theres no need to worry." Neesa raised an assuring hand. "Just general questions we need in order to file a report to the Systems Alliance."

Tom stared at Tuhrop. Tuhrop hesitantly nodded. ''Very well. Take your time with Tom."

((I'm BAAAAACK!!!!!........Am I still welcome? Seeing as how I completely dropped off the map there for a long while.))

((Yes, your still welcome :) Now can everybody please stop posting OOC's? Thats what the backstage is for))

((Hooray! Lol, thank you PK! Anyway, I will post any OOC comments on the discussion and recruitment thread in the future, promise.....Except this one of course, and any short comments that would be more preferable to say here in the RP, etc.))

Kallic had been surprisingly quiet on the way into the facility, simply fidgeting away on his Omni-Tool the entire time.

Once they had been 'accommodated' with their quarters Kallic had proceeded to silently scour the room for bugs and other surveillance devices, and once satisfied, stood in the shadow of his larger companion, Chiron, fiddling away on his Omni-Tool still; listening to the Captain scold Tom about the independence of his actions with Rogue at the same time. He would give his input when they would ask for it, at the moment however he was content to do his job...And watch them debate.

Suddenly the door hummed and slid open, the representative named Neesa entering.

"Sorry to interrupt. How are our accommodations?"

"Could use more privacy, personally," Kallic muttered off to the side making a vague indication to his bug search not too long ago.

"Do you need something?" The Captain asked straightforward.

"We need to have a chat with one of your crew members. Specifically, the one whom first encountered the data on the Cerberus Vessel."

"Your looking at him right now."

"What sort of questions?" His crew mate, Tom, asked.

"Theres no need to worry. Just general questions we need in order to file a report to the Systems Alliance."

Kallic raised what counted as an eyebrow for him at this remark.

''Very well. Take your time with Tom." The Captain told her, Kallic completely uncertain as to whether this was a safe idea or not; if she were speaking to him here that was one thing, if she were taking him somewhere else, that was another matter completely.

For the first time since he'd been in the facility Kallic turned his unique blue-hued Omni-Tool off, and looked up, an indication that - for most that knew him well enough - he was finally uncertain of the safety of the situation, or at least that of one of his crew mates. It was simple and subtle, but he knew that it was enough to garner attention from those who knew him, hopefully the Captain would notice this and create some precautions to having Tom going off alone - if that were to occur. Even if those precautions were made after they left.

((Mm, not the best catchup post, but I'm kinda rusty, so I did my best.))

Chiron remained silent as Neesa entered the room. He looked to Kallic, who was busy with his omni-tool. His friend always seemed to be doing something, not that there was anything wrong with that.

''Very well. Take your time with Tom."

Chiron nodded his head slowly and looked back over at Kallic. He had turned his omni-tool off and had his head up. Something was troubling Kallic, and he guessed it had something to do with what just happened. He looked over at Tuhrop and waited for him to speak.

Zack had leaned back in a chair, trying to pass the time. It felt like ages for him since he held one of his weapons. It was practically torture for the mercenary. He looked around the room for something to do, but sadly he couldn't find anything. He waited until Neesa was done speaking before looking over at his new favorite asari.

"You know cutie I still haven't gotten a name from you," the merc said.
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Rogue silently moved down the hallway. Now that the security was disabled, it wouldn't have to worry about being detected. Rogue would make sure to thoroughly search the databases for any information it could find. Rogue hacked opened a door with ease, and slipped inside.

It came across a terminal and got to work. Rogue searched for whatever it could find. It searched through nearly every file, looking for anything about Cerberus. Sadly it seemed that this was base had nothing to offer...that was until Rogue thought of something else. It had searched every file about the base in order to find something about Cerberus. What about the organics working in the base however? Rogue went back to the terminal to run a background check on every organic that was working in this base.

Neesa left with Tom, leaving the rest of the crew in the quarters. He noticed Kallics omni-tool was switched off.

"Dont worry. They told us to not bring weapons inside." Tuhrop crossed his arms. "They didnt say anything about Biotic Amps."

If trouble were to occur, hopefully Tom's well known biotic shockwave would be enough to knock a few guards down. But Tuhrop wasn't one to take chances.

He looked at the spot where Tom was standing, near a table. There was something on that table. Tuhrop approached it. I looked like some type of data chip. He picked it up and gave it to Kallick.

"I think Tom left this for us." Tuhrop speculated. The data chip was a communications relay between Tom and Rogue. Obviously while Tom is being interrogated, things would get a little awkward if they found he was communicating with a Geth inside their own base. "Smart boy."

VISITORS' QUARTERS, RESEARCH FACILITY

Apparently, the Vanguard--Zack-- wasn't a true adept at reading asari body language. Quiri knew that her muscles were as taut as a tiger's when it was about to pounce. Not only that, but her scalp was absolutely killing her. The "thousand tickles" she had felt before were giving way to pinpricks, and they were painful. Desperately, she glanced up toward the ceiling.

Ventilation duct. A little biotic push, and--There! The grating yielded.

Fortunately, no one else seemed to notice the noise. Raising a finger to her lips in the direction of Zack, she leapt up into the air while Captain Tuhrop and the others were distracted. Success! The asari wasn't exactly a trained professional at leaping vertically into ventilation ducts, but when adrenaline and sheer terror were at work, they successfully "trumped" lack of skill.

I'm sorry, Captain. If we don't get out of this alive, I will have paid for this mistake, but-- She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. This isn't my normal danger signal. It's been amplified--it's BEING amplified somehow. The natural biochemical impulses in my brain are slowly being pushed toward systemic overload by an unnatural cause. Meaning, it's synthetic. Man-made. If I don't find what it is and stop it NOW, I'll have a cerebral hemmorhage.

Slowly pulling the grating shut behind her with a barely-audible click, Quiri started crawling through the pitch-darkness, depending on her other senses to make up for what her natural eyesight lacked. Most of all, she relied upon pain. The stronger it became, the closer she knew she was getting to the source of the agony. Twist and turn, round and round, crawl silently or lose some ground...This, the asari knew, was her current motto.

Tuhrop handed the data chip relay to Kallic to insert in his omni tool.

"Contact Rogue and see what he is up to." Tuhrop requested. "Now Quiri, I have a job-for----"

Tuhrop turned around to see the Asari was no where to be seen. "Where the hell did she..." he glanced at Zack. "You didnt scare her off with those creepy infactuations of yours, did you?" he crossed his arms.

Tuhrop looked up at the ceiling, to see that the ventilation shaft above. Could Quiri really have gone up through the vents that quickly within a few seconds?

"Where the hell is she? What the hell could she be doing?"

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First all he saw was pitch black. Then his vision adjusted to only a blurriness, he couldnt make out where he was. Tom immediatly gathered he was sitting on a chair, but the rest of his body of numb.

"The sedative is wearing off already?!" a voice said. Tom couldnt tell if it was male or female.

"The effects are designed to be temporal, so it can be out of his system before we can apply the serum." That voice he definatly recognised, as his hearing properly adjusted. In the end, he had to ask himself; why was he not suprised?

Tom tried to remember back. The last thing he remembered was a sting at the back of his neck, just as they were escorting him down the corridor. Then he lost consciousness immediatly afterward.

"Do... your worst..." Was all he could mumble. "You'll... only be... wasting... time..."

RESEARCH FACILITY--VENTILATION DUCTS

((I'm going to create a room in the facility, and some seriously creepy crap!))

Fan. Fan. Maybe that way--no--another fan. Quirinius braced herself against the cool blasts of air that were coming from three different directions in the research facility's ventilation ducts. Maybe I'm lost. I hope not...

Sharply-increasing pain told her that this was definitely not the case. The asari crawled a few more feet forward and fell straight down through another grating! When she landed unceremoniously in the middle of a strange and sterile white room, all she could think about was the agony enfolding her.

Struggling to her feet, Quirinius slapped her hands against her temples and begged the goddess Athame not to let her scream. Secrecy was key here. All that seemed to be in the room were computer consoles--perhaps important data?--and an electrical wall with glowing blue tubes surrounding something.

Someone. The object in the middle of the wall was, oddly, a salarian. He wasn't speaking--in fact, his jaw seemed to be wired into the apparatus! However, the panicked look in his eyes told the asari to spring into action. Stuffing a leather gauntlet into her mouth, Quiri threw herself toward the wall with a biotic charge. Why does it seem to be far weaker than usual?

Reflexively, she punched the console that controlled the wall with her right hand--the one that still had a leather gauntlet protecting it. Nothing. Rage filled the asari's veins as she did so again and again, fighting the pain.

"Nnnngh!" mumbled the helplessly-trapped salarian. "Rurghl hurghl mmmmote!"

That did it. Quiri saw that his eyes had darted toward a remote nearby. Lunging for it, the asari mashed every single button simultaneously.

The tubes on the panel-wall mercifully dimmed, and the salarian relaxed.

Quiri, stepping forward slowly, noticed that she was no longer in danger of suffering any more cerebral damage that she already had. Relief flooded her whole body. "Can...can I...get you out of that wall?" she asked humbly.

The salarian thrashed his head violently back and forth in a negative gesture.

She felt stupid. "Right. Too much glass to be broken. I'd...injure you instead of helping you. My name is Quirinius V'tala. Would you like to meld your consciousness with mine? Your jaw seems to be entangled with the glass tubing, and I don't want to hurt you any more than you've already been hurt." When the salarian nodded his assent, Quiri opened her mind to his.

Too much pain. Too much pain. Withdraw. No-no-no-no-no...

She gently obeyed, but not completely. Better. Can...can think now. My name is Subject Ten. Can't remember real name. Experiment. Confidential.

"You mean these people were experimenting on you?" Quiri asked, doing a double take.

Correct. Subjects One through Nine have expended all bioenergy. A pause. Provided electricity through biochemical overstimulation. Brain power equals volts. 'Renewable energy source'. Potentially unlimited.

She couldn't believe it. "That's unconscionable! That was your purpose here?"

Correct.

"You didnt scare her off with those creepy infactuations of yours, did you?"

"Whoa whoa, creepy? I think you meant to say charming there," Zack replied in his defense.

Though as insulted as he was, Tuhrop did give him this mystery asari's name. That he considered payment for her current whereabouts, even though his new crush did ask him to remain quiet.

"Quiri the cutie went up into that vent while the rest of you guys were talking. Where she is now though is beyond me," Zack said.
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Rogue went through every doctor, soldier, engineer, etc. It scanned through every line of information, looking for anything remotely useful. If Rogue had the ability to sigh, it currently would be doing that. Not that knowing one of the workers here likes blueberry pie isn't fascinating, its just Rogue was looking for any traces of Cerberus.

Suddenly Rogue spotted something. Within this database Rogue found a message. While normally it would have discarded it, the information it contained was exactly what the geth was looking for. Rogue quickly traced the letter back, before activating it omni-tool.

"Human:Tom respond," Rogue said into its omni-tool.

"Don't worry. They told us to not bring weapons inside. They didn't say anything about Biotic Amps." The Captain tried to reassure Kallic, who only stared blankly at him in response.

The Captain retrieved something Tom had discreetly placed on the table he'd been near before departing.

"I think Tom left this for us. Smart boy." Captain Tuhrop mused before continuing; handing Kallic the relay device, "Contact Rogue and see what he is up to."

"Will do, Captain," he responded. No sooner had he up-linked the chip to his Omni-Tool than a synthetic voice came through: "Human:Tom respond."

"Tom busy with interview, Rogue, this is Kallic - Any information for us?" He responded while listening in on the background conversation about Quirinius suddenly disappearing into the vents, and the chauvinistic mercenary Zack making excuses for his pathetic advances toward the asari, as well as explaining what she did. It was fortunate Zack wasn't really an 'official' crew member of the ship or he'd be in deeper trouble - or at least he should have been. But Captain Tuhrop was known for patience and leniency, Kallic, a former military captain himself, would not have been.

As for Quirinius and what she'd done, well, she could have said something instead of running off; and since she was a far more official crew member now, Kallic couldn't say how the Captain would react to that.

Kallic just rolled his eyes and shook his head at Zack as he waited for a response from Rogue.