The plan proposed by Firas actually sounded good.  The plan also seemed to put him and Firas in the cross-hairs of the assassin, out in the open.  Somewhere a soldier like him excelled at, and could survive easily.  Where fights were actually interesting and had plenty of solid rounds flying through the air.  Neither darion nor Firas looked like anything more than big targets, it was very hard to hide the facts that someone was a soldier,  that someone was dangerous, even with fancy cloths or fancy tech.  Ashana just seemed so far like the right person to be able to hide something like that.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Looked like an ordinate briefcase.”</span>Darion said as he caught the unfolded weapon in his arms before transferring it to holding it as he would his usual rifle.  With it resting against his shoulder and sighting down the barrel, first pointing it towards the weapons dealer, and then taking aim at Firas's head.  Yeah, he had noticed the glares that the turion had been shooting him, and that grin from behind the rifle was hi reply.  Though the safety stayed on on the covert rifle, and the soldiers finger stayed out of the trigger well of the rifle so Firas was in no danger of a round entering his skull.<br/><br/>Darion only kept the rifle aimed like that before he lowered it into a port rest position over his chest and he was flipping it over back and forth, checking the rifle out.  Looked and felt like a mattock, but without the right weight to it.  It was lighter than the rifle on his back, but then Vega had said that rifle was being recreated, and it would have had to be greatly changed to be allowed to shift it's shape to a briefcase.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Very interesting weapon.”</span>darion said as he handed the rifle back and let the others finish speaking.  Well, it would probably be fun watching Ashana work the crowd, but not as fun as when bullets started flying.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“well, I doubt I could appear as anything but a threat really.”</span>he shrugged before watching the rifle be turned back into the briefcase.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“How much firepower and accuracy was sacrificed for the covert part of that version of a mattock?”</span>He asked after the rifle was back into it's covert form.  The covert weapons were usually not Darion's preference, they didn't have the usual power he relied upon in a fight to trade rounds.  To turn an assault rifle into a covert weapon would have to sacrifice something to make space for the extra equipment that allowed for the change in form.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“If we are going to be using those things, are we going to get the chance to use them first at least?”</span><br/><br/>…..........................................<br/><br/>Kala just couldn't help but grumble at the results of the diagnostics and what she was hearing of the conversation.  As soon as they were cleared to dock and begin work, it sounded like she and Taseer would be working 16 hour days to get everything green that week.  Ugh, they probably wouldn't even get full nights of sleep.   Hopefully she would get a chance to study some of these scans and diagnostic readings, she wanted to know how this all worked, especially the non human designed equipment.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Fuck me...”</span>she muttered as the diagnostics on the second set of panels started finishing.  She was both going to hate and love that week probably.<span style="color: Sienna">“I hope someone is going to be willing to buy us all some drinks after that week.  We are going to be exhausted after that much maintenance”</span>as she finished she closed the second panel, and saved the diagnostics to her omnitool for later.<span style="color: Sienna">“Alright on my way back up, I am finished here."</span><br/><br/>Though at the thought of going back up, she remembered what she had heard earlier over the comms, it had sounded like cloth slipping.  Was Taseer half naked up in that compartment?  Well, it would make sense, it was incredibly hot in there.  But the thought that she was half naked made a blush creep up on Kala's face and debate dragging her feet a bit.  She didn't, but it was something she debated for a little while before she got back to the room.<br/><br/>The sight that Taseer had at least partially covered up was a bit of a relief.   But she was back to the point when Kala had left, the top covering just barely, and plenty of blue skin showing.  Sweat was again beginning to surface almost immediately upon Kala entering.<span style="color: Sienna">“Ok, I'm back, what do you need me to do?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>