<span style="color: YellowGreen">Good.</span>The salarian said, looking at information on the medical bed's readout. The salarian touched a small metal circle on his collar.<span style="color: YellowGreen">He's conscious and recovering. No. No I... The effects should be wearing off soon. No. His suit needs to begin handling the -- </span><br/><br/>Sorv's head was clearing as his suit began reintegrating with his systems and balancing chemical levels. With the infection isolated and deteriorating, the effects of the sedative were already being counteracted.<br/><br/>The salarian looked at Sorv for a long moment.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Yes... Of course Captain.</span>The Salarian turned suddenly and left the med bay. The door closed behind him and the green interface shifted and turned red, indicating that a lock had been engaged on the door.<br/><br/>Beruut looked in through the window at Sorv.<span style="color: YellowGreen">I apologize for this, friend. But I cannot permit you to leave the medical bay. Orders, I'm afraid.</span>And with that the Salarian disappeared.<br/><br/>The med bay had been repaired well enough after Ashana's tussle with the Krogan mercenary. All of the expected medical equipment was there - a console full of medical databases, four medical beds and cabinets of medical implements. What was missing, though, was Sorv's equipment. Only the low hum of the mass effect core and occasional beeping from some medical device or another could be heard.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Alright, Kala... I'm taking the system off the nexus -- now.</span>Taseer said. Moments later the console beneath the panel flashed to life and started blinking 'Connection to Host device terminated. Please check interface.'<span style="color: Navy">She's off. Go ahead and push the warning aside then get the diagnostic going when you find it. Whoo, it is hot. Yeah it's slang.</span>Taseer began as Kala set to work.<span style="color: Navy">Its a common color for Asari cunts. Like you humans are pink. You are pink, right? There's also a club on Illium called Azure.</span><br/><br/>Down in the ship's underbelly, Taseer was still sweating while she moved her attention to the other mounting array, getting ready to take it offline once Kala had started the diagnostic on the other.<span style="color: Navy">There's also -</span>Taseer, the heat having its effect, pulled the top of her uniform off her shoulders and tugged it down off her sweating skin so that it dangled at her waist, her upper body now completely naked.<span style="color: Navy">An expansive whore house on Illium. I think they prefer to be called consorts or... escorts, or some other stupid thing.</span>Taseer stepped away from the panel and reached up to a panel above her. She pushed it in half an inch and it mechanically slid open. She began examining the wiring and fixtures inside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>