It had been a bit uneventful after their return to the ship, nothing but the debriefing.  After the bar fight, chase through some buildings, and then meeting with the shadowbroker.  Everything after that just seemed dull.  But it did get him a good deal of time to get used to where he would most likely spend the majority of his time.  He got himself fully comfortable with the armory, and all the tools that were located there.  It was a dream, all that firepower, and what he needed to maintain them.  Though he still would not replace his Mattock for any of the rifles in the racks.<br/><br/>He spent hours there in the armory patching up old scars on his patchwork armor, maintaining his old mattock rifle and some of the mods to the thing that allowed it to use thermal clips.  His only break came when he left to grab something to eat and to secure a bunk.  While the crew were clearing out some of the old footlockers, Darion happened to see a small bottle of whiskey in one of the lockers.  Jackpot!  With that and a shower he returned to the armory to keep working for most of the trip.  Especially working on calibrating any of the weapons he was allowed to touch, and any of the fire team's weapons that were left there.  Getting everything as ready as possible before their destination, and getting the rest he needed<br/><br/>When the captain announced that they were two hours out from their destination, Darion had already been awake for about an hour by that time, and was messing with his mattock when the call came.  “Finally.”  he muttered as he sealed his mattock and folded it to the mag lock on the back of his armor handing nearby, and then grabbed his leather coat to throw over his gray shirt.<br/><br/>As he entered the CIC, darion took a place against a side railing and just waited for the little briefing to start... but the whispering between the captain and his first officer did not give the soldier a very good feeling.  Yeah not at all, but as the last few showed up he let it go for now and he shut his thoughts up to listen.  And didn't get much that he could do from just what the old man said.<br/><br/>An arms dealer, oh, that sounded bad if this got violent.  After a moment that thought gave darion a bit of a grin.  It would be probably as fun as if the agent's guards had become violent... though Antoli's guards,  may not be as deadly.<br/><br/>….................................................................<br/><br/>Kala on the other hand did her best to just stay out of the way of everyone she could, other than the bit of a requirement to stay with the Asari head engineer.  She had napped for about an hour near the mass effect core, catching up on her sleep, and letting the adrenaline and fear wash out of her.  The calming hum of the core helped greatly.  She loved the mass effect cores on ships, they were always so calming, and she knew them better than most anything.  Ever since she was little, she had grown up around the cores, and they always made her feel safe.<br/><br/>She had been sleeping for maybe an hour sitting against the railing the ran up to the core when the engineer had found her, and woken her up to get back to work.  Fixing what they could, and what Kala was even allowed near while they could.  She spent the day familiarizing herself with the ship, and avoiding the majority of the crew when she could.  That meant she most of the time when not with the engineer working on parts of the ship in the crew quarters with her computer, looking over the specs on the parts she had scanned with her omnitool.<br/><br/>She had to be ready to do what repairs she could, and she had to know the ship to do that.  That was the reason she had taken those scans, and she was studying them.  She loved the concept of the stealth systems, those were amazing.  She passed out about seven hours before the ship would reach the destination while studying her computer's screen.<br/><br/>And that was where she was when the captain announced that they were 2 hours out from the destination.  The announcement made her bolt upright for a moment, before she slipped and rolled out of the bed.  “Mother Fucker!”  she cursed after she hit the floor.  The others that had been sleeping in their bunks were already on their way out the door by the time she untangled herself from her sheets and was pulling her cloths on.<br/><br/>First she threw on a clean pair of underwear she dug out of her bag, over that she threw on a plain black loose t-shirt style shirt that hid most of her lacking of curves.  Next came some dark green cargo pants that she pulled on.  Last were her usual boots, though she didn't bother tucking the legs of her pants into them this time as she ran out the door following the others, and just missing the elevator.  Her shield belt was in her hand, and a brown band in her other.  “No, hold the elevator... shit...”<br/><br/>instead of the elevator, Kala ran as fast as she could to the stairs next to it, and took them, while struggling to get her belt on as she climbed up them all.  She was just clicking it into place around her waist as she came into the already full room.  Ummm, sorry, I was up late last night...”  she muttered, not seeming to notice that her hair was a mess.  She hadn't had a peaceful few hours of sleep.<br/><br/>As the meeting was beginning, Kala began gathering up her black hair and using the band to tie as much of her hair behind her head into a pony tail, other than the few loose strands that she couldn't get that framed her face.  After she was done, Kala listened silently to what the captain said.<br/><br/>After he was finished, she muttered under her breath, “Fuck...”  she had a bad feeling that she would be sent along wherever he sent this fire team after their conversation with the weapons dealer, and this time there may actually be some gunfire...  “Fuck...”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>