<span style="color: navy">"Falkris? Like something? Not sure if that's a good thing."</span>Taseer gave Milenya a half concerned look.<span style="color: navy">"He's shot four people for asking too much about this ship. 'Course not for no reason mind one. One of the old crew, Turian guy. Ex-military... I think he found something he wasn't supposed to. Sent a message to the fleet or whatever. Guy tried to defend himself with a knife and Falkris just does some commando looking thing, gets the knife and puts it through the other guy's neck. I don't blame him, either. Spent the next week being chased by some Turian fleet assholes through the Perseus Veil trying to lose 'em."</span><br/><br/>Kala's voice answered Milenya's other question before Taseer was able. The Asari lifted her omni-tool and answered the Human girl.<span style="color: navy">"No, shouldn't need anything else."</span><br/><br/>She returned her attention to Milenya.<span style="color: navy">"And yeah, that tech lab thing... That would be very helpful. Get some proper replacement parts instead of the approximations I'm used to. Speaking of which I'd imagine the negotiating is done with and we'll have out shore leave up real soon - in fact..."</span><br/><br/>Taseer headed out the door towards the overlook into the cargo bay to see how the sale was going, passing Kala as she came up the stairs. She waved for her to follow. In the cargo bay, a variety of the large crates they had taken from the dig site were being hauled off. Cantenelli was pacing, watching the proceedings. He glanced up at the observation overlook and saw Taseer. He gave her a thumbs up, held up five fingers then gave a gesture with two.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Cha-ching. Come on, I'm going to go get changed."</span>Taseer headed for the elevator.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Hm...</span>The Asari took another drink from her glass.<span style="color: blue">Mercenaries playing the hero. In my dealing with your sort, you're far too self concerned to worry about slaving. Though, I suppose if you're buying from Kassa I can hardly argue with your business model.</span>She stirred the skewered worm through her glass, watching the liquid. Shortly a glass of scotch arrived for Darion.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"Dejani, I hadn't expected you here today."</span>A masculine voice came from behind Darion. It was  a human, well dressed, rich sort - and he wasn't alone. Three more humans of a similar cut stood nearby, chatting, and glancing disapprovingly at Darion.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Michael, how's the stock exchanging?</span>She said, smiling up at him, drawing her attention from her glass.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">Lucrative, and I have several offers to discuss with you as well... </span>He looked down at Darion and had a brief flash of annoyance.<span style="color: red">Oh... hello, uh, sir? I suppose. If you wouldn't mind, Miss Dejani and I have business to discuss.</span>He stared at Darion with the look of man who expected everyone around him to jump to step at his whim.<br/><br/>The Asari didn't move. She simply glanced to Darion, awaiting his reaction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>