Darion couldn’t help but grin a bit at Milenya’s blush, seeing her reaction from his flirting.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Can’t wait.”</span>Was all he replied as the science talk kept going over his head; he had no idea really what they were talking about.  Of course he didn't really have a whole lot of time to continue that conversation for very long.<br/><br/>As the little briefing came to a close, they finally began to move to get ready for the mission.<span style="color: Seagreen">“got it, won’t take too long.  Everything is still in the armory.”</span>Darion replied to the order to get armed.  He stood up and followed the others away from the meeting and joined those that were going straight to the armory in the elevator.  Once there he leaned against the wall, thinking, that even his armor under suit was up there as well.  He would have to change up there.  Yeah, he would have a third thing she may like to see.<br/><br/>Though when they got there, he listened to their speaking a bit, especially Sorv’s little estimation.<span style="color: Seagreen">“you know, Sorv, I like the way you summed up the this mission better than anyone who spoke in that briefing, including her…”</span>he paused, gesturing to Milenya,<span style="color: Seagreen">“Sorry doc, I didn’t understand much of what you said.  But it sounded like we will just be babysitting you during this little trek.”</span>Though at the last comment from him, Darion looked over at Ashana as she was putting the EVA suit on.  Squeezing the suit around her curves, especially her ass.<span style="color: Seagreen">“I agree with you on that.  Damn Ashana, can’t you wear anything without it looking enticing and attractive?”</span>he asked with a little chuckle.<br/><br/>Then his attention went to the other Asari as they started getting their armors and suits ready.  He had already began pulling his own stuff out of it’s locker and setting it all on the table where he had been working on his mattock earlier.  The under weave body suit, and each plate of armor that went over it.  He stopped though and leaned back against the bench, watching.  It was impossible to not get a little grin on his lips as he watched first Milenya strip.  He admired her curves, the slight sign of muscle showing that she wasn't just a scholar shut in.  ‘Yum’  he thought to himself as he watched.  Though he couldn't help the second thought that she couldn't hold a candle to Ashana’s curves.<br/><br/><span style="color: Seagreen">“By the sounds of it is a good thing I have hard shell armor.”</span>He commented to her as he watched her slip the last of her suit on and attach her helmet to seal her in its own environment.<span style="color: Seagreen">“heh, tech pirates?  Any form of pirate is easy pickings compared to the shit we have dealt with since I became part of this crew.”</span>Though as he watched, he became curious about the odd pistol she attached to the armor at her hip.   It was way to sleek compared to any he had seen.<br/><br/>Up next came Maethia, he hadn’t missed how she had stared like everyone else at the other Asari changing.  Though he hadn’t heard what she had been saying as he saw her lips move.  Darion wished he knew how to read lips at that moment, though he could guess that her words were similar to his own thoughts at watching Milenya strip and change.  Leaning back against his workbench still, he turned and watched her change as well after pulling her armor out of its locker.  There was a little grin as he watched the asari soldier rush out of her cloths.  Sometimes he wished he could get women to want to be naked that fast.<br/><br/>Darion couldn't help but admire the fit build he saw on her.  It was different than what he had seen on most asari, though he hadn't seen many of their commandos.  She didn't have the curves of the other two, especially not Ashana… but as a soldier, he couldn't help but admire what those fit muscles were kept in shape.  Though when she tried to rush to get dressed again.  It made for an entertaining show.  Too bad it was ended too soon as she finished slipping the under suit on,  and got to putting the armor on.<br/><br/>Though as he watched her, he noticed she seemed to be avoiding looking at him.  Was she embarrassed?  Wow, a soldier with a body like that could do something so cute as to be embarrassed?  It just made him grin a bit.<span style="color: Seagreen">“I don’t know, I kinda enjoyed that.  I probably wouldn't get tired of that.”</span>He said with the flirting tone.  But he finally stood up strait and turned, opening up the cabinet under his work bench.  Inside were three larger storage containers that he slid out on the rails.  With a few button presses they all opened up, two of them displaying the soft foam layers that held the palm sized spheres of the grenades.  one box containing grenades with light red stripes around them, frag grenades, the other set with white stripes, flash bangs.  The third container contained what looked like small grey blocks wrapped in paper.  Anyone who knew explosives would know the third box was full off military grade plastic explosives.  A portion of the container also had the detonators that went into the explosives and the control devices.<br/><br/><span style="color: Seagreen">“So, how do you like what my last paycheck went into?”</span>as he said that he pulled a foam container from both the grenade packs, each one held a dozen grenades of each type, both he sat on the table in the middle of the room for the others to take.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Pick out which you want, frags and flash-bangs.”</span>This part he said to everyone else.  The plastics he wasn't sure he would trust anyone but himself with.<br/><br/>Once that was done Darion moved back to where he had sat his grey and dark blue under suit, and his midnight blue armor.  It was his turn as he started pulling his own cloths off as well, though nowhere near as rushed as some of the others had been.  It was as if he wasn't stripping in front of those women as he removed his cloths, calmly removing them all, periodically glancing over at Maethia as he did.  Though if he caught her looking, he did grin a bit, not caring if she saw.  Once his cloths were gone his own muscle was in obvious view, proof that he was a soldier, though no longer in his prime.  He was still in amazing shape for a human just over 30 years old.  His armor may not be as scared as the others, but his body made up for it.  The biggest one looked like a couple years old through the right side of his stomach, it was rather jagged, as if he had been impaled by something other than a weapon.<br/><br/>He pulled the under suit on in the same way he had pulled his clothes off, calmly without rushing or going slow.  After it was back on he started putting his armor plates on over his body.  Each time he connected one there was a slight clicking as they sealed together.  Until he was completely covered in the midnight blue armor with the exception of his helmet.  That last piece he was turning over and checking something installed inside, a Kuwashii Visor he had bought as well as the explosives.  Once he was sure it was in properly, he pulled his helmet on and sealed it with a hiss.  Letting his armor run over it’s checks to ensure he was air tight before he removed it to put back on the table so he could get his weapons ready.  First his modified Mattock that he folded onto the mag-lock on his back.  Second he pulled a M-23 Katana Shotgun off the racks and attached that as well on his lower back mag-lock.  Last he pulled a M-3 Predator pistol on his right thigh.<br/><br/>………………………………………………………<br/><br/>Kala grumbled a bit as Shira shot down her escape, followed by everyone else shooting down her only chances to escape.  Though truthfully she learned a little more about Quarians than she knew before.  She thought they had to stay in their suits or they would die.  Just shows what their Isolationism did to the knowledge of the rest of the galaxy.  And in all honesty, she was now very curious what Shira looked like under that suit.<br/><br/>After a moment of glaring at them all, then another mouthful of rum, Kala sighed defeated.<span style="color: sienna">“Fine, I hate you all, but you win.”</span>She grumbled, putting her brush down finally.<span style="color: sienna">“One of you dumbasses go grab the shot glasses.”</span>That she was obviously meaning for one of the men at the table with the gesture of her hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>