<span style="color: navy">"Don't bother."</span>Taseer answered.<span style="color: navy">"Each one of those costs about 2 million credits - Asari designed, I think... Systems are showing its still running, its just throwing a lot of communication errors with the MEE converters. It just needs to be rebooted back into its custom rune-time settings. I'll get to it once I'm done here.  "</span><br/><br/>The empty socket that Kala scanned didn't come up with any results - no known designs, at least none that were available on the extranet. The configuration of pins needed was peculiar as well. An educated guess would be that whatever component that was supposed to fit there was some component of a communications device, though the conclusion would be far from certain. There was a recognizable pattern to a few of input/output channels, but only just.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Falkris watched Milenya leave then growled a low annoyance, a brief flash of concern crossed his avian features. Doctor Beruut, who had offered Milenya a curt nod as she left was busy redressing the Turian, though a brief glance caught the Turian's look.<br/><br/>The crew quarters were empty, the crew was on deck in the cargo bay, playing muscle to the potential sale of their goods. After stepping out of the elevator into engineering deck, Milenya had a view of the bartering taking place in the cargo bay - which was three quarters full with their haul. The Captain was talking to a buyer, an Asari in a workman's uniform with its sleeves rolled up, inspecting the mining laser. Another asari, more appropriately adorned for a business woman stood at the cargo bay's mouth, flanked by half a dozen armed asari.<br/><br/>The crew patrolled about casually, some even looked bored. Shira'Va, though, who stood at Cantenelli's side watched with a rigid posture, poised and ready to act, her custom shotgun in hand. Her body language was protective of the Human beside her - and while her current job required such, Milenya observed something more beneath it, suppressed.<br/><br/>Milenya found Taseer prostrated over an open floor panel with her ass in the air, arm stuck inside feeling for something. Her eyes looked blankly about the room, tongue flicking her lip as she tried to find whatever it was she was looking for.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Darion's Asari companion raised her brow in frank disbelief. Looked across the club to the bartender as Darion's replied to her. She gave a simple motion of her hand then returned her attention to Darion. When he mentioned Kassa her brow rose.<span style="color: purple">"Kassa Fabrications?"</span>She regarded Darion again, curious and moderately confused.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"Well soldier boy, you are a curio. Mercenaries and soldier's can't afford Kassa, and they certainly don't end up in places like this. It must have been some job that got you that sort of money. What was it?"</span>A moment later an Asari in an elegant, though simple white gown with an ample split up her leg and a deep neckline came to the table and set a drink down before the Asari. It was a maroon color that was shown in shades of purple beneath the blue ambiance of Cobalt. In the pristine crystal glass was a silver skewer on which was a curled Hassa worm, a delicacy of high class Asari culture.<br/><br/>She rose the glass to her lips and sipped it quietly, looking to Darion to regale her with the story of whatever dumb luck had put someone like him in a place like Cobalt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>