Beruut's look of enjoyment faltered slightly as Milenya divulged her assessment of the ship.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Its remarkable, </span>He said, glancing about the makeshift cabin,<span style="color: YellowGreen">that you know so much about ships. I've been on board for nearly a year and I couldn't tell you what 90% of it did. I am not at liberty to say what this ship does, but I would caution you against thinking about it. The party who built it did not want its existence known. And in result, the Captain and his first officer have gone to great lengths to keep its whereabouts and functionality quiet. As will they continue to.</span><br/><br/>Beruut shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the subject.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Though, as with you, disapproval from my colleagues has followed me.</span>Beruut, said, trying to change the subject.<span style="color: YellowGreen">My primary was in Quarian Physiology - an unpopular study for reasons largely political. Still, among the biological reactions of species, Quarians are unique and to myself at least, far more interesting. Until a few years ago, the few colleagues that shared my interest and I had been developing a sort of biologically induced immuno-synthesis. We were successful on a scientific front, however our work was not comprehensive. While I can induce an immune system, the effects simply do not last long enough, and the means by which the immunity is synthesized takes too long.</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Well that was quick.</span>Taseer responded.<span style="color: Navy">She must be better than I thought.</span>She chuckled.<span style="color: Navy">Double check the install in the forward battery. Make sure the new guys didn't screw something up - then go find out why the rest of our equipment isn't on deck yet. I know its arrived.  If the crews are slacking, kick their asses. I'd like to be done sometime this week.</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">The gym is up one.</span>Shira nodded toward the port cargo bay. Visible inside the slanted window looking down on the cargo hold were the tops of various exercise devices.<span style="color: Indigo">Ashana payed for all of it.</span><br/><br/>The response to Darion's shooting was similar to Firas'. The Turian nodded in approval. Even with the added time, Darion's accuracy was very adequate, even with the Avenger. But, the real test was next. They wanted to see how this Mattock of Maethia's worked. As she stepped forward, the crews closed in, many approaching the transparent partitions to get a closer look at the shooter and the target.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">Come on, show these boys what real shooting is!</span>One of the female crewmen yelled.<br/><br/>Firas watched her fire, noting her stance. Her training made itself clear enough almost immediately. She took the approach Sorv had, getting a feel for her weapon, then unleashing hell. She burned through the clip in short order - much faster than an Avenger would. Though, from what Firas knew of the Mattock's design, each shot had a much higher impact force ratio.<br/><br/>When she finished firing cheers went up, and a few of the crew whistled.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Not bad.</span>Ashana's voice rose up above the cheers, after her 'chat' with Kala, she had decided to come back down to see if the other had arrived.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Not bad...</span>She approached the group slowly.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">But what happens when the target isn't standing still?</span>She asked.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Or they're inches from your face with their hands around your throat?</span><br/><br/>Firas stiffened as he saw her, a feeling of apprehension coming over him. After the few glimpses he had caught of her, he had wondered what state she would be in the next time he saw her.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">We're just seeing which one of us takes too much time shooting. Let's see how well you handle a gun.</span>Sorv said, nodding at the Avenger in Firas' hands.<br/><br/>Ashana gave the rifle a long look. She couldn't shoot and she knew it. She looked at Firas and Darion and Sorv, she knew the doubt. After Bekenstein, she couldn't blame them. They had lost their confidence, and she needed to regain it. She needed to remind them that she was still dangerous, that she was still unbroken. A rifle wouldn't prove that.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">My shooting need some work. How about some hand to hand?</span>She looked across the group. Firas, grinned ever so slightly, but didn't step forward. With a woman like Ashana, a man would take any excuse he could to get his hands on her. But he remembered the fight on the ship. She may not be able to shoot worth a damn, but she had been completely at home with a Krogan baring down on her, trying to break her neck.<br/><br/>She saw the look in Firas' eye, and looked at Darion and Maethia.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Well?</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>