Falkris aided Beruut, lifting his arm and holding an instrument as the Salarian went about redressing the injury. His retort came without the predatory edge. He was stoic again, speaking with a half sigh of disinterest.<span style="color: red">Yes... A Turian vessel named after a Human river. They thought they were being exceedingly clever when they gave it that name. A word to the wise, doctor. Stop digging. Some truths are meant to remain buried. Some <i>must</i>. And there are those aboard this ship who will stop at nothing to ensure this vessel and its secret remain undiscovered.</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The Asari gave Darion a coy little smirk and walked over to her, extending her arm for him to take it. She lead him down the tiers to a half ring of excessively comfortable seats, not too far from Ashana's own seat, that were so soft Darion might have been sitting on an actual cloud. She sat to his left, not so close as to be within reach, but not so far as to remain out of it. The Asari crossed her legs so that longer cut of her skirt lay across her thighs, and she reclined, draping her arm across the back of the seat.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">So who are you then, soldier boy? You rough and tumble types don't get into places like this... so you must be something special.</span>She asked, running her finger over the seat back.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Good!"</span>Taseer yelled from the cramped crawlspace.<span style="color: navy">"Hey, go check the computer core blades! Tell me if one of them has fail-safe'd into default! Its down in the sub deck, between the stairs!"</span><br/><br/>Down the short double flight of stairs, in the warmest part of the ship, was an access to the vessel's central computer core. It opened, revealing a narrow corridor, and on either side were the computer blades, advanced quantum computing circuit boards, each suspended in a solution that kept them running at sub-zero temperatures to maintain their hyper-conductivity. Dozens of lights blinked on each, each display indicating that they were running correctly - save one. When Kala pulled it up on her omni-tool she discovered that it had indeed reverted to its default running parameters as the result of an overload error.<br/><br/>Among the blades was peculiar gap as well. Its size and shape indicated that it wasn't a missing module - at least not of the kind the rest of the systems used. Further investigation into the empty socket revealed that the socket plug was unique, a variant of design that Kala was not familiar with. Whatever had been meant to fit there was not a component that Kala knew.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>