When they showed the fact that the site was underground, in the only god know how many miles of tunnels, Darion was glad he had his helmet on and the external mike not broadcasting.  They didn't need to hear the curses he was spewing.  He didn't not like the thought of crawling around in caves, where they could easily be ambushed.<br/><br/>At this time he was hoping that this wasn't going to be a huge mistake, and that this ship wouldn't end up in the same situation as that freighter.<span style="color: seagreen">“Yay, a miles long hike in EVA suits and heavy armor.  At least the armor is made more for me than an EVA suit.”</span>He said with a sigh as the meeting finished.<br/><br/>When he felt the slight check, knowing who it was because he had watched her start moving and she was wearing heavy armor like himself.  Under his helmet he grinned as well.<span style="color: seagreen">“With you around, sleeping is not a priority.”</span><br/><br/>Though Darion held back from the others as they all started to move off towards the elevators.<span style="color: seagreen">“I’ll catch up to you guys in a bit.”</span><br/><br/>Darion held back because of the way this mission was starting to look from their briefing.<span style="color: seagreen">“Captain.  I know this may be the worst possible time to run this by you, but I have a personal request.  I got some additional information from the broker agent that is not related to the artifact or the people chasing it.  It was information about the pirate who fucked up my life as a marine, and forced me to become a merc.  With this information was also the man’s current base of operations, the planet  Casbin.”</span><br/><br/>Darion paused, tapping some keys on the omni-tool display that came up with his commands.  He passed the information he had gotten from the broker to the ship’s computer, and to Cantenelli.<span style="color: seagreen">“I’d like to ask for you to review that information after this mission, and if we are ever going to be close to that planet I’d like to stop to pay him a visit.”</span>The way he said visit though, and the venom in his voice made it sound like it was not going to be pleasant.  Darion planned on chocking the life out of that man as soon as he got in a room alone with him.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“I don’t need an answer now, Sir, but I thought I would ask before I went on a mission that was giving me the feeling that I may not come back from.”</span>After listening to whatever the captain’s reply would be Darion walked away with only a short statement.<span style="color: seagreen">“This request has nothing to do with this mission; I’ll go through with this without an issue.”</span>After that he walked back towards the elevator to go down to the shuttle with everyone.  If the others had already left on the elevator, Darion called it back up for himself, if they were still there, he joined them on the elevator.<br/><br/>………………………………………………<br/><br/>Even her drunk explanation of the suit didn't curb Kala’s curiosity and small desire to get her hands on it and study its design.  Though her mind was a little slow at thinking of some of it going with her imagination.  Of course the triumphant cheer from Shira distracted her to the Quarion’s cards, them being so much better than hers.<span style="color: sienna">“Oh come on…”</span>she grumbled.  Fortunately she had one more bit of clothing she could take off before losing her pants.  Reaching down she pulled her socks off.<br/><br/>It was only when she was about to drop them into her cloths pile when she remembered that she could have taken them off one of a time.<span style="color: sienna">“Shit.”</span>But that was all she could say before cheering with everyone else as she watched Taseer strip out of her panties.<span style="color: sienna">“Well, at least if she wins this game isn't a total loss.”</span>She muttered to herself.  Enjoying the show of that fabric slipping over blue skin was the only this she could really pay attention to before Taseer finally sat down again.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Damn right, I want to see what you look like, and I am not going to lose until I do!”</span>she agreed before she waited and then got the next hand of cards.  Groaning once when she saw the horrible hand she had.  A second groan came when Shira seemed so happy.  Though those groans turned to cheers when Taseer’s hand was better enough for her to win the hand.<br/><br/>The attention came to her though at Shira’s words. Getting a glare from Kala.  And of course Taseer egged it all on so well.<span style="color: sienna">“Oh fine, if it will get her naked then sure.”</span>Kala said as she stood up herself, pushing the chair back so she had a little room. Her hands went down and she unclasped her pants.  She looked at both Taseer then Shira before she started to push them down her hips, and down her darker tan skin.  Taking them off made the rather plain looking panties visible.  At least she kept some of her outfit matching though.  Her pants she dropped on her own growing pile.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“There, your turn.”</span>She siand, giving a ‘hurry up’ gesture with her hand as she sat down, trying to ignore the cheers at her.  She crossed her legs as she sat, and just waited expectantly for Shira to take the armored chest piece off.<br/><br/>Unfortunately she never even got to see what that armored suit was hiding As the fucking bastard, Falkris, entered the lounge, and started barking the orders.<span style="color: sienna">"son of a bitch!  We were just getting to the best part!”</span>She herself threw in before everything went quiet and the shouting match began between the Asari and the Turian.  All she could do was stay silent during it, and glare murder at the Turian.  Yeah, he could do nothing but make her hate him.<br/><br/>The conclusion of the fight, surprised her as well, especially Taseer’s reaction to the yelling that ended it.  The silence was deafening but even in her mostly drunk state, she couldn't miss the look between both Taseer and Shira after Falkris left.<span style="color: sienna">“What the fuck was that about.  What is going on?”</span>she asked a little before everyone left as she stood and started gathering her own cloths.<br/><br/>At shira’s words, Kala just sighed.<span style="color: sienna">“Yeah, I know, not a fan of standing in the bay in only underwear …”</span>she grumbled, thinking she would have to.  But at Shira’s next words, Kala just grinned a bit.<span style="color: sienna">“Well then, next time you are drunk, I will just have to make sure you lose the cloths.  I remember where you had the latches.”</span>She said before leaving the lounge herself, though she wavered on her feet a bit, not really able to move in a perfect line without stumbling.<br/><br/>The first place she went was to the crew quarters to drop off her cloths, and grab a pair of mesh shorts and plain grey t-shirt, two things easy to take off when the suits got to the bay.  Though she walked around barefoot after that.    Then she went to the bathroom and put her head under one of the faucets with ice cold water.  That sent goosebumps over her skin, but cleared her head just long enough for her to get to the bay, and wait, watching the rest of the crew arrive.  She looked for Taseer or Shira, guessing they would know what was going on by now.<span style="color: sienna">“Hey, so what is going on?  I thought we had a lot of time off after all the repairs?  And what is with needing us armed, I have never used a gun before.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>