Cantenelli walked ahead of Ashana and Firas in silence. As Firas elaborated on Kalga's scheme, it was only Ashana that reacted. She looked at Firas when the information he with held became clear. She wanted to stop the three of them and hit the Turian, but refrained. It was an unnecessary. Cantenelli simply listened, absorbing the information.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Makarot told you nothing.</span>Cantenelli spoke up.<span style="color: Blue">He just told you that it was a Turian prototype, he failed to mention of what. I will be honest with you as long as your honest with me. The Acheron is a Turian expansion on an early project. The SR1 Normandy, Alliance vessel, frigate class was a co-opted design between the Turian and Human militarys. It was mostly a publicity stunt... a show of good faith between the two. It was the first design of a combat ship with stealth capabilities. In other words, it could mask its thermal signature, making it invisible to most sensors. Well, that publicity stunt turned into something else. The Normandy was at the heart of the Geth attack on the Citadel and more than that, it played a decisive role.The Turian military took that to heart. While the Humans got the prototype, the Turian got the designs. The military adapted and evolved the concept. The result was the Acheron. Shes larger, faster, hits much harder, and is even more difficult to track. The Normandy was reported destroyed by Geth patrols 3 years ago, which means that the Acheron is the last flying example of the experimental designs.</span>Cantenelli explained.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue"> Ashana, I would like your appraisal.</span>He said again. They were getting close to the rendezvous point. The advertisements had ceased n their frequency and the well dressed Asari had slowly begun to give way to a mixture of races in suits, and hauling crates.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">Kalga rode us like a azure whore in heat.</span>She announced Cantenelli didn't budge a smirk.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Why bother with you? Kalga has a fleet of ships at his disposal.</span>Cantenelli probed, turning a corner and heading down a wide flight of stairs laden with working crewman.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">Thats what we don't know.</span>Ashana answered, speaking up before Firas was able.<span style="color: Purple">I'm left to assume that the cargo that he wanted, whatever it was, is the dangerous kind. Dangerous enough that he didn't want to implicate himself directly.</span><br/><br/>Cantenelli fell silent again. Ashana frowned. She felt like she was pandering to this man, a man that she knew nothing about. The fact that Firas withheld information was still weighing heavily upon her as well. The group walked over the large, wide open areas of the shipping docks in silence. Cantenelli moved with purpose, prompting a number of workers in his way to step aside. They reached the rendezvous point, a rather public place, with crates and suited workmen walking back and forth. It was a courtyard with several long walkways leading to docked ships. On the edge of the tower, nestled in it was a door, above which read exports/imports.There were Illium Security officers flanking it.<br/><br/>Cantenelli approached a railing on the drop off of the loading platform and leaned back, crossing his arms. It was a telling action for Ashana. He was comfortable with danger. No one could be that close to a drop like that and not bat an eyelash unless they had been there before.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Why are you on Illium?</span>He asked them as a skycar zoomed by below the loading dock.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">We found a ship registry on the Bekket. it was the last thing recorded before whatever happened.</span>Ashana answered. She started feeling it, being in a place like this. She could feel hungry eyes upon her. it was a comforting sensation in the wash of the unfamiliar. As she glanced around quickly, catching a Turian, a pair of Humans and another Asari eyeing her, she felt the briefest desire to just strip off her clothes and indulge the onlookers fantasies. She knew what to do in that world of sex and desire. But here, she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. She broke the thought quickly, though.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">To find the Shadow Broker.</span>Cantenelli frowned.<span style="color: Purple">Finding a single ship in the entire galaxy by just a registry goes well beyond simple means. The Shadow Broker is the only one with the assets to find it.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Illium is a rather odd choice, given the Eclipse presence here.</span>Cantenelli looked at Firas.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">Hiding in plain sight.</span>Ashana said. For the first time since they left the ship, Cantenelli reacted. He grunted slightly and smirked.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Smart. Most wouldn't say so, but when a hunter watches the field for his prey, he fails to see it at his feet.</span>Cantenelli nodded slightly.<span style="color: Blue">So we're trying to find the Shadow Broker then. I assume that's where the rest of your crew is?</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Airea smirked slightly and gripped the railing. She spread her legs  and looked at the ceiling.<span style="color: Navy">For the most part, yes. He's always like that. But, to be fair your receiving a double does of it.</span>She looked Kala up and down and sighed slightly, her smirk becoming a regretting frown of sympathy.<span style="color: Navy">He hates Humans.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Cyan">We are making docking procedures. Lets get to it Airea.</span>Mickey's voice sounded over the intercom again.<br/><br/>Airea lit her omni-tool and held it to her mouth.<span style="color: Navy">Alright. Mickey, once you've got us locked in, go ahead and shut down then find out what the hell happened to our interlacing protocols. The new girl and I will get suited up.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Cyan">Roger that. Save some pictures.</span>Mickey replied.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Come on, then.</span>Airea shut off her omni-tool.<span style="color: Navy">We need to get situated.</span><br/><br/>Airea led the two back down to the engineer deck and Kala's things.<span style="color: Navy">For the time being we're all sleeping in the crew quarters, so let's get your personal affects up there.</span><br/><br/>She led Kala back up to the crew quarters and to the deemed Crew Quarters. The bulkhead opened to reveal a number of bunks for the crew. There were quite a few, all three bed spreads high. Kala counted 10 bunks, with 3 possible occupants apiece, that meant that there were bunks for 30 crew members. Quite a number. In the back of the room, along the wall, was a window down to the drive core. It's shimmering silver glow shone through the window, which had a holo-interface next to it, likely a shutter control.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Put your things anywhere.</span>Airea told Kala. She walked by several of the bunks, each with a small locker at it's base. She reached one then crouched down before it, striking it's open key.<br/><br/>Airea lifted a two piece uniform from it and turned it about in her hands. It was a sort of dull gray, though upon any inspection, the reinforced material would be obvious. It was comprised of two materials, one, a simple gray tight fitting low friction material, common on ships, and the other a composite material strategically placed at certain placed, largely around the wrists and arms, as well as on the calves, shins and knees. The material was not uncommon among engine workers, and provided a highly heat resistant layer.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Put this on. We're going to be doing some fairly dangerous work, and while I like your style... practicality wins today. Oh, don't try to put it on over anything. It will chafe like a bitch.</span>Airea tossed her the two piece uniform.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>