Darion wasn't really expecting anything less than when he heard the agent's proposition for the data.  Ok, he had hoped to get the information for free, but he knew that wasn't going to happen and had been expecting to need to do some work in return.  Though actually ferreting out information about the assassin of their people was not something darion would be really able to do well.  The agent may be disappointed.<br/><br/>Darion just smiled a bit before he spoke up,<span style="color: YellowGreen">“I'll agree to that.  Sounds like a fair trade for getting me a chance to kill that bastard.”</span>he agreed before turning and walking out towards the others to follow them out of the building, he waved back over his shoulder while watching the reactions to him asking a  question of his own that affected none of them.  And at most he hoped none of them actually asked questions about that information.  At least at first glance it appeared that none of them seemed to really care other than impatience at taking up time.<br/><br/>He just shrugged to them all before following along, and giving Ashana's ass a good look before the shuttle.  On the ride back he began thinking about what he would have to do to be able to get the information about the pirate who had gotten Darion discharged from a career he was gonna enjoy.  He was a soldier, not a detective, so how was he exactly gonna be able to get the information he was looking for?  Would he have to enlist some of the crew of this new ship for that?  Well, that wouldn't work, he didn't have the money to enlist anyone for investigating.  The credits he had in his accounts maybe only amounted to about 4000.  he would need to go to a weapon market and buy some bomb parts too.<br/><br/>Being used to following orders, darion followed to the little debriefing and took quick glances at the whole ships crew.  They definitely looked dangerous, it reminded him how fun hanging around these people could be.  Right now though he found a spot against the wall where he could keep an eye on most of them, and the door itself.  A habit he always kept from the Marines, and the Merc Band honed down and he listened to the briefing in silence.  At least it was silence until the mention of the amount of money and their current destination.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">“Hmm... Bekenstein... sounds fun, and perfect place to add to your money if you have no morals... and are good at dodging the authorities with how close it is to the Citadel.”</span>he was also thinking, around the grin, about finding a nearby terminal to contact some friends from his old merc group about getting some supplies he was short on.  At least it was a contact that the old man used to use for such purchases when they were swinging around that sector of space.  It was just a hope he was still there after these half a dozen years.<br/><br/>After the Debriefing, Darion stuck around the crew area to make himself a quick meal from the stocked food for humans, specifically a ration and a little whiskey before finding himself at a communications terminal and dialing up the old contact information from the Cortex that he remembered.  It took a couple minutes to find the right person before he got him on the line.  He spend the next hour or more, he wasn't sure, talking with the merchant, haggling out the details, and talking about the merc leader that had died 6 years before.  By the end of the chat, he had a deal for all his personal credits for explosive compounds including plastic explosive and the liquid explosive for his Hellfire grenades.  He also ordered some basic components for the grenades, and the electronic components needed for other explosives.  It wasn't much, but it would give him the components for earning more money.<br/><br/>The important thing done and him broke again, Darion made his way up to the armory to first get out of his armor.  He was lucky enough to pass by Shira on her way out, and took the time to turn and watch her go down the hall, watching her ass and the way her hips moved as she did.  He loved her armor and suit with how it showed off her curves.<span style="color: YellowGreen">“why do I always miss the chances to talk to the hot crew members?  Oh well, got some work.”</span>then he moved into the armory to clear off a work table to his stuff before stripping out of his armor and into the cloths he had on before.  Though he left the leather off, instead only wearing the skintight t-shirt when he placed his weapons down to begin calibrating.  Also, looking around at the hanging and racked weapons, he found some he could cannibalize for parts for his Mattock.<br/><br/>…...............................................<br/><br/>Kala stayed silent on the ride back in the shuttle, a little curious as to why the soldier would ask more questions and not try getting out of hell as soon as possible.  She was just scared of this place.  She was usually the tough mechanic tomboy, but these people could kill her, and that would be the first time in a long time.  And these people really scared her, and she didn't know how far she could go.<br/><br/>She stayed silent throughout the ride and the debriefing from the ship captain.  Kala found a seat and did her best to appear as small as possible.  Maybe she could convince Aierea to talk to the captain to not to send her with the ground team.  They gave her a weapon expecting her to be able to use it.  It would not have worked out to well if she had been forced to use the sub-machine gun.<br/><br/>Immediately after the debriefing, Kala went over to the showers after grabbing some clean underwear and some dark green cargo jeans and a black tanktop before moving into the shower.  She didn't spend much time in there, just a quick rinse with soap to get rid of the left over grime from working on the ship, and the sweat from the whole thing.  It was made a quick rinse so that there was no chance of some other person wandering in on her during the shower.<br/><br/>Afterward after redressing, only having run her fingers through her hair to straiten it, Kala made her way down to engineering to where she could listen to the core, and feel it's vibration.  The catwalk that led out to look at the core was the perfect place for her to rest and think.  She was realizing that her curiosity had led her to be put in this group of people.  And just in this short time and being stuck with the ground team, she the sinking feeling that she was gonna end up dead... Groaning to herself she sat down against the railing and just listened to the core, let it relax her, and help her think.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>