Darion returned the stare he was receiving from Ashana.  In her reply it was hard to miss the slight threatening tone in her voice.  It triggered him to clench his fist tightly, preparing to fight back and defend himself if she should actually attack.<br/><br/>When Firas actually entered the room with the deck of cards, Darion only spared a slight glance away at him before returning to Ashana, and not taking his eyes off her again just incase.  But he didn't argue about going to join the game of cards.  But like the woman, his eyes didn't leave hers until he was past her and on his way out of the room for good.  Only then did he let the muscles in his arms and body relax for the time, and let out a sigh.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Sorry if you had some more subtle plan to broach the subject to her.  But I don't do subtle very well.”  </span>he said, the anger having deflated out of him with the sigh.  He just sounded tired now.<span style="color: seagreen">“Not always the best idea to do with a Krogan.  Surprised she is still alive.”</span><br/><br/>Darion took the card he was thrown and looked at them.<span style="color: seagreen">“Omega, not somewhere I would chose to live.  I can get not trusting people in that haven of the worst people of the galaxy.  But also, I know I can't survive without trusting the people fighting beside me even if I don't like them.  I'm a Marine, it is a concept we are taught.”</span>he said while looking at the cards he was given.<span style="color: seagreen">“and It is only really possible with some of the newest weapons, we get an extra, I can show you.  Can't do it with my Mattock.  But also not effective in active combat as it leaves you without a weapon... and it can't exactly be timed perfectly as each weapon is different.  Carry grenades over that trick. Much more reliable.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“I hope she learns before one of us gets killed trying to save her ass.”</span>he said before looking at his cards, and the calls the others made.<span style="color: seagreen">“Call.”</span><br/><br/>....................................................................<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Chapter 3</span></span><br/><br/>Darion yawned for a moment as he walked into the CIC with everyone else, dressed in his cargo-jeans, leather-vest over plain shirt, and boots with his shield belt.  Inside his vest he had his pistol on a mag-lock at his side, and a pair of grenades on the opposite side of the vest.  He hadn't been kidding when he said we wasn't going out without grenades ever again.<span style="color: seagreen">“Mornin' everyone”</span><br/><br/>when Ashana entered, he like everyone else watched her enter and leave without even a single word to anyone.<span style="color: seagreen">“Guess you were right, I think it is finally hitting her.”</span>Darion said to Firas after Ashana was gone.  At the mention of plans Darion pulled out two credit chits that he had moved his share of the  money into, one for R and R and general use, the other for any supplies he needed for mission.<span style="color: seagreen">“I like the sound of Afterlife, I could use a few drinks and see some Asari dancing.  Explosives can wait.”</span>Darion agreed with Sorv and everyone else.  He fell in line with them when they left.<br/><br/>Kala watched everyone from the corner she was in, dressed in her regular cloths, a loose fitting black t-shirt, shield belt, and cargo pants.  She had her hair tied behind her in a single pony-tail.  She had refused to leave the ship when Taseer had asked before.  Hadn't even thought about the possibility.<br/><br/>At least she didn't until that last moment when Taseer mentioned staying alone on the ship with that pain in the ass Turion.  She looked at the man with a glare, but it actually made her think.<span style="color: sienna">“...  go into a den of thieves, murderers, and wannabes... or stay with someone who wants me dead... and could do it and think of a good excuse...”</span>Kala grumbled for a moment, but everythign she said was what she was thinking for a moment, with the added bit that she remembered stealing those credits from someone who worked directly for Aria...  would they even remember that after all these years?  Would Omega's Queen really even care anymore about that small an amount of credits?  It's not like Kala had bragged about it, she had stayed quiet.  But then... Falkris always glared at her, and was the one most likely to want her dead, right now.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Damnit...  Is it screwed up that I think Omega is safer that being alone on the ship with him?  Fine you win Taseer...”</span>she grumbled to herself before following Taseer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>