Darion couldn’t help but grin at the good reaction he got to the mention of putting holes in the expensive armor.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Good, because if I have the choice, I like getting in the face of whoever I am fighting. Funner that way.”</span>He said in reply, studying the armor until it was put away. Would be interesting to see how well it worked. This party would be boring as all hell if the assassin or whatever that had killed the agent didn’t show.<br/><br/>He just listened to the rest of the conversation as Vega and Ashana talked about smugglers and people from Omega. At her mention of knowing people, a lot of the people, Darion looked her up and down with her suit, and her form. His imagination began running wild with what he could think of for how someone as attractive as her would know them. He wandered if she worked for one specific power player, or if she was ‘independent’. He was lost in those thoughts for a moment before they started to leave the room, and he had to follow out into the warehouse.<br/><br/>Really past that Darion didn’t have much of anything to say, instead he took the same seat as before and was along for the ride, studying what he could see of the grounds of the factory. When the car landed on the pad after they arrived, darion just whistled at the car, probably cost more than double the special armor that Vega had developed.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Woah.”</span>Not long after they took off it became obvious that darion was completely out of his element. With the weapons and armor he carried, he couldn’t get comfortable in the expensive seats. The complete opposite of Ashana, and the complete opposite of how comfortable he had been in the shuttle that they had arrived in.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“How could anyone get used to something like this. Give me a nice shuttle ride over a car.”</span>He muttered to himself, wishing he could be able to reach anything more than just his pistol in these seats. He couldn’t even really take the chance to oogle Ashana because of his discomfort at the skycar, making him feel vulnerable. It was made for business people in suits, not a soldier in armor. Maybe if he was wearing the armor that Vega had shown them he would enjoy the ride more?<br/><br/>As they approached the towers, Darion twisted around to get a good look, and let out another whistle at the tall obsidian tower.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Wow, I feel like I am back on Illium… well, other than the tower is black and not silver.”</span>The entrance hall got another whistle out of him at it’s size, matching the ‘built to impress’ feeling that the whole building showed from the outside. But the waterfalls and display cases didn’t hold his attention for long before his eyes fell on the women at the reception desk, especially the one who had contacted them on the ship. And here was glad he got this chance.<br/><br/>Instead of just following along with the group, darion instead walked strait to the receptions desk.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“With this whole grand hall, and impressive building, the most spectacular and beautiful thing here they have sitting behind the desk. Hello there ma’am. I’m Darion."</span>Darion said, putting on his best smile, though betting money he would get nowhere. Though he could hear the footsteps nearing the top of the stairs, so he didn’t have a lot of time.<span style="color: SeaGreen">"If you would do me the honor, I would like to ask you to dinner tonight, or maybe just some drinks? Just call me later if you would like, if you can contact the ship, you can contact me.”</span>He gave the woman a wink before he heard the elevator door open, and he ran out of time. Quickly walking away from the desk and the two women, darion jugged up the stairs to just get to the elevator and in the doors the instant before they closed.<br/><br/>After a moment and finding a place on the wall, Darion just looked at everyone and then shrugged.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“What, I had to try there even if I strike out. I’m probably not even in that woman’s league.”</span>He couldn’t help but grin a little until finally they got to where their job actually would be, and he put a serious face on, turning into the soldier instead of the failing lover’s boy. The room itself was just as grand as the rest of the building they had seen. But instead, he ran a cursory glance over all the people inside the room who were getting it ready. He picked out the ones who were guards, and saw the signs of weapons they were carrying.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“hmm, and I will probably be the most uncomfortable person here at that time.”</span>He commented while looking for where all the exits were, and trying to pick out where he would go if he wanted to snipe someone.<br/><br/>The head of security was called over, and darion studied the man again, and he knew immediately that he was dangerous, probably as dangerous as the Gunny from Basic Training. He got the feeling he would like Malcolm.<span style="color: seagreen">“Hello. Darion. Former Alliance Marine. And it looks like we will be in here with you and your team.* Unless the boss lady here decides different.”</span>he paused before looking around the room again.<span style="color: seagreen">“What is the likely-hood of a sniper putting a round through the windows? Or more importantly, the likely-hood of explosives getting snuck into this building and being planted under the floors or under the furniture?”</span>He was already asking for the countermeasures for the means of killing someone rich that darion thought of first.<br/>*<br/>..............................................<br/><br/>While Taseer spoke, Kala monitored the results of her own maintenance.  But while she was watching the results, she also had a holo display up on her omnitool, monitoring the energy flow readings from what else was running through this compartment that was drenching her in sweat.  Some of the readings were not making much sense, not matching with what she was expecting to see on some of the relays.  Comparing the power flows from one conduit to another one connected to similar equipment was showing.  While she talked she began doing some small tweaking, making small adjustments with the energy flow control, and some of the regulators connected directly into this compartment with her omnitool.<span style="color: Sienna">“hmm, maybe those are better, but not as fun.  Software connections I don’t get to get rough with.  Too sensitive.”</span><br/><br/>Though, when Taseer mentioned that what she had said earlier in the elevator was a joke.  Kala froze in what she was doing.  Lucky she was alone, her face light up with embarrassed color for a moment, and she was silent for just a moment too long for what she said next to be believable.<span style="color: Sienna">“Yeah, of course I knew that…  aren’t all alliance commanders like that?  Completely unable to get laid without paying for it?”</span>she said, trying to roll with her failure, but failing anyway.<span style="color: Sienna">“So… away from that.”</span>She said trying to get away from the failed understanding of the joke.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“That’s good for me at least.  The first impression though didn’t help, I was trying to hack the airlock.  If I wasn’t an engineer I would probably be dead… I got the feeling honestly that I really didn’t have any choice.  You can’t tell me he would have just let me walk away…”</span>she paused and coughed a bit, trying to remind herself to shut up. She focused on her tweaking of the controls for a moment, getting the energy flow at least a three percent boost in efficiency.<span style="color: Sienna">“What is with that group anyway, they looked like a bunch of misfits who know how to shoot weapons.  Not sure I could really tell a difference between them and some thugs from Omega… other than they haven’t tried to corner me and threaten me into a bedroom.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>