Taseer smirked as Kala taunted her with a boot. When Kala declared her goal for the game, Shira giggled and leaned back in her chair, and draped an arm over the back.<span style="color: Indigo">Oh... the number of times I've heard that...</span>She set one of her hands down on her thigh, tapping the suit with her bare finger.<span style="color: Indigo">Whoo...</span>She giggled again, feeling the wash of the alcohol.<span style="color: Indigo">Well, go on and deal then!</span>She pushed the deck to Kala.<br/><br/>Shira came up on top of the hand, and made a beckoning gesture to Kala.<span style="color: Indigo">Come on, lets see what you've got under there.</span>Taseer meanwhile abandoned her boots and unzipped her pants, revealing the black panties she was wearing.<br/><br/>The next hand, however, went to Kala. Prompting Taseer and Shira to abandon yet more clothing. Taseer finished the job she had started, standing up and pulling her pants off among the hoots and hollers of the crew in the bar, men and women.<span style="color: Navy">How many other jobs do you get to see your boss butt ass nekked!</span>She hollered back, grinning and turning around before spanking herself with both hands and gripping her butt.<br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">Oh... sit down you.</span>Shira said, fumbling with the seals on her suit.<span style="color: Indigo">This is completely unfair, you know. Its not like I have that much to take off... I mean I can isolate parts of the suit for repair and removal, but as far as taking it off - </span><br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Yeah yeah...</span>Taseer said, grinning broadly and taking a drink from her own bottle, regardless of her having already served her lost hand.<span style="color: Navy">Shut up and show us some Quarian skin.</span><br/><br/>Shira unclipped the patterned red fabric that was laid over her suit's torso, trying as best she could to keep the small pieces neat on the floor beside her. When she unclipped the broad piece that ran from her pelvis to he shoulders that composed most of the erotic detail of the suit, it flopped down from her shoulders, pooling in her lap. Beneath, the suit was naked, undecorated. The chest plate contoured to her figure and healthy bust. The lines of the armor unabashedly emphasized the woman beneath, but even so, there could be no question that it was meant to stop bullets.<br/><br/>Below, the suit was black, the texture of it compromised of hundreds of tiny interlocked hexagons. The suit had lines running from her pelvis across her hips, and one line that curved down and across her waist from her back to just below her belly button. Upon inspection though, the one line was actually two, running parallel to one another - a seam. Shira sat back, not removing any more.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Aww come on, Shira - she's curious... give us a look at the goods.</span>Taseer prodded.<br/><br/>The Quarian shook her head.<span style="color: Indigo">Nope. </span>She stood firm.<span style="color: Indigo">I lose this when I lose another hand.</span>she tapped the chest piece.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Lets deal then!</span>Taseer ordered the deck holder.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>When Milenya mentioned the tales of deep space, Ashana noted a twinge in Cantenelli. The side long glance at Falkris confirmed his disapproval at her suggesting that deep space stories were true, despite her mentioning of historical record. Ashana couldn't blame him at all. The wild tales spun by spacefarers were beyond anything believable. When humans had first showed up on Omega, she had to deal with plenty of absurd tales they heard that would get an Asari into bed.<br/><br/>Mickey paused for a moment before nodding a bit and answering Milenya's query.<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Uh, yeah. Nothing special about them. Ship says they're conducive with air pockets that form in magma. Nothing to worry about unless we put a landing strut into one.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">That is true...</span>Mickey agreed with Darion when he mentioned detecting people.<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">We're not getting any motion... well, accurately, there's a lot of interference given the atmosphere, but Acheron says its within the tolerance to say that there isn't any.</span><br/><br/>Milenya's question about shuttle prep followed by Darion's insistence that they scope the location first made Cantenelli turn look over his shoulder and regard the man. He thought for a moment then shook his head.<span style="color: Blue">No... no I appreciate the care for the ship, but no.</span>He turned around and looked at them, crossing his arms.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">We all agree that there is something very wrong with this picture. We set down along side the freighter.</span>He raised his hand to stifle any protest.<span style="color: Blue">There's six of you, and I won't send you to slaughter if someones down there waiting for us. We set down, and you six go in with Shira, Taseer, and four others. That puts twelve guns on the ground rather than six. After out last encounter with a hostile force, I'd rather come prepared this time.</span>He said, sullen.<span style="color: Blue">Don't worry about the ship. Everyone else will be in the cargo bay ready to blow away anything that so much as looks at us wrong. We assess the freighter. If we have reason to believe its secure, then you move on the site and find out why the hell no ones answering the door.</span><br/><br/>He looked at them, gauging their approval.<span style="color: Blue">Sound good?</span><br/><br/>Firas looked around, considering the plan of attack. While the idea of setting the ship down in an unknown situation seemed foolish, it was a sound plan. If there was no resistance, they could salvage whatever gear they wanted much faster... and if there was, they would have more guns with them to put it down - as well as having reinforcements ready in the ship's bay.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">As long as the ship isn't compromised... then I think its a good idea. More guns with us, and more guns behind us.</span>Firas agreed. Ashana nodded, the idea of going into the situation ready to deal with resistance was preferable.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Nothing will step foot on this ship.</span>Falkris said, still staring out the yellow horizon of the planet below. His uncompromising tone left no doubt in Ashana's mind that he would make good on it.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">Sure.</span>Sorv shrugged.<br/><br/>Firas looked at Darion and Maethia to weigh in.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>