<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">No need for that.</span>Shira'Va spoke up from the side of the group.<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">With you're permission captain, I'll fly them down to the surface.</span>She said, her voice and stance remaining casual.<br/><br/>Cantenelli looked at her then nodded shortly.<span style="color: Blue">Fine but I want you back on the Acheron immediately after they're clear. I don't want you caught in the middle of something.</span>He spoke to her sternly, Ashana noted, and protectively.<br/><br/>The Quarian nodded.<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">If this Human decides to get too friendly with his fire arms then I'll just shoot him in the face. That always seems to work.</span>She said, jovially. Cantenelli gave her a dismaying look.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Alright you aliens, lets go.</span>The Quarian said and walked to the elevator, opening it. Ashana gave Firas a long, cautioning look behind Shira's back as she followed the Quarian in.<br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Send pictures!</span>Mickey called to Shira'va from the cockpit.<br/><br/>Darion had retreated to the armory to suit up, so it left just the three in the elevator as the doors closed and it began to ascend to the shuttle bay set in the ship's beck.<br/><br/>Ashana gave the Quarian a sidelong glance, inspecting her. She had nice curves... quite nice. Though she hadn't seen many Quarians, she had seen enough to judge this one's figure as attractive. The design on her suit was provocative as well. She wanted to show herself off inside that suit.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Known the Captain long?</span>Ashana ventured, keeping her tone mild, as if the answer to the question didn't really concern her.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">A while.</span>She answered, sending Ashana's unconcerned attitude back at her. The play made the Asari smirk.<br/><br/>Ashana followed the Quarian as she made for the shuttle, wasting no time getting in and set in the two seat cockpit. She set about flipping switches and starting the shuttle's systems. Ashana took a seat and vainly checked the stability of the pistol on her thigh.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Lets go, </span>Ashana said, keying her purple-blue omnitool on, setting a channel for Firas, herself, and Darion. She hesitated as she started to address Darion, straining her memory for the man's name.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Darion. I'd like to find out who this Vega is.</span><br/><br/>She glanced at Firas and momentarily lamented Sorv's status. But then, she reminded herself, she knew the Quarian about as well as the rest of them. Ultimately it didn't matter who was sitting in that shuttle with her.<br/><br/>As Darion arrived, their Quarian pilot closed the door. Ashana gave Darion a brief look as the lights visible from the hull outside turned red and pulsed, singling the bay's depressurization to match the vacuum of space. The shuttle lifted from the ship and the blackness of the Acheron was exchanged for the blackness of space, alight with the brilliant glow from daylight shining on the planet below.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Cantenelli kept his eye on Kala as the others left, and the Asari engineer, Taseer stood by quietly, watching the Human captain. He shot a cursory glance at Taseer before nodding.<span style="color: Blue">See to those couplings, would you?</span><br/><br/>Taseer nodded slowly.<span style="color: Navy">It would be good if we could at least space dock and get some equipment in here. It looks like they pawned what I had stuffed in the cargo bay to replace our old shit.</span>She stared at Cantenelli.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">I would be, but at the moment we're as blind as ever. For all I know, these... new crew, are lying out their asses to me and are working for the Turian military, and on the other side of this planet is a squadron of warbirds.</span>He told her sternly, leaving no room to compromise.<span style="color: Blue">We stay in orbit with a hand on the throttle.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Whatever they are, the Turian military wouldn't waste their time with that rabble.</span>Falkris said, giving Kala a long stare as he managed her presence while they discussed this topic.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Well, the conventional tactics have failed to return the ship to them. They may eventually start trying <i>un</i>conventional ones. This is the price you payed for this, Falkris. Its the price we both did.</span>Cantenelli said.<span style="color: Blue">But it doesn't matter. Taseer, you and... Kala, will have to manage. Get the non flight critical systems back into agreement then we can talk about the others.</span><br/><br/>Taseer made for the elevator, calling it down from the shuttle bay. Cantenelli looked at Kala.<span style="color: Blue">If you have any questions for me, I'll answer them, as long as they're questions that I can answer safely.</span>Taseer paused and looked back, waiting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>