Darion grinned a bit but nodded at the comment, but after that he just listened to the rest of the little briefing until the time for their little look around of the mission area. As they were led around the area Darion made sure to remember as much as he could about the layout of the floor that he would be working. It was necessary if they ended up running through the halls chasing a target, he didn't want to be as lost as the assassin.<br/><br/>But, thankfully that part came to an end after the walk-through and after Ashana had apparently gone to do her own work with Vega. Now he would actually get the chance to mess around with the weapons he could end up using. After the long ride back to the complex, and to a target range with some of the security personnel. Hey, he had to get to know the team he would be with, and actually fire and calibrate the weapon he would use. He stayed with at least one of the security team during this whole time.<br/><br/>Darion proved against the stationary targets that with a Mattock or a similar weapon that he was as good as he boasted that he was. Either hitting a head or putting a round over or around the heart of the targets, even if the target’s form wasn’t human. He spent a few hours with those rifles, moving from the stationary targets then convincing the technicians to rig some moving targets. He wasn’t able to get as accurate shots on the vitals, but he could normally at least his the chest of the moving targets then they were facing him.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Doesn’t seem to do as much damage to targets as the original mattock, but just as accurate and much more efficient with thermal clips. I like it, but won’t likely carry one around with any armor.”</span>He commented about the briefcase mattock rifle.<br/><br/>Over those hours he never heard a single thing from Ashana, after she had gone off with Vega. Didn’t much care really, though the lack of eye candy sucked, but he was new, he didn’t need to know what was going on. At least those were his thoughts as he left the target range with a couple of the security guys.  They had made mention of a really good bar that had collected some old earth style games, someone said something about a pool table?  Well it was worth a look, and some good drinks.<br/><br/>…<br/><br/><br/>Kala just stewed to herself for a moment, seeing the amused look on Taseer’s face at how she was enjoying the human’s embarrassment.<span style="color: Sienna">“Ok… You argue with the old bastard. I know if I try I’ll probably get shot.”</span>Was all she said for a moment, still stewing from embarrassing herself in front of the only person who was friendly to her at all on this ship.<span style="color: Sienna">“I’ll be there, though I am not all that great at most card games…”</span>Wish a sigh wandering if they played for money or not, or more like how much she would lose when she played with those two, Kala made her way out of engineering and took the elevator to the Crew Deck.<br/><br/>It took Kala a few moments to find where the towels were stored, she took her set of clean cloths to one of the lockers and found the towels in the same area. But she hesitated for a moment, looking for anything that said there were blinds, or a shuttered door or something between the elevator/hallway and the locker area. There was absolutely nothing…<span style="color: Sienna">“Fuck, who designed this layout..”</span>she cursed, looking around to make sure there was no one in the hallway, and listening for any sign that the elevator was moving. Nothing. Quickly she stripped out of her sweat soaked cloths and wrapped the towel around herself to hide here nakedness. With her soap and shampoo she ran down the hall to the showers before shutting herself in.<br/><br/>Of course that room made her curse as well, there was no privacy here as well. Unlike her last ship, this one had no dividers between the shower head areas, no curtains, no nothing.<span style="color: Sienna">“Why does a beautiful ship have such screwed up layout for the crew deck?!”</span>she cursed to herself before closing the door and trying to find a place to hang her towel. In the end, she just hung it over one of the shower heads on the far side away from where Kala stood for the hot water, turning it on and letting the hot water wash the sweat from her skin. The muscle under it just barely stood out from her actual work maintaining an older ship since she had left Omega, just like she barely had curves that most men found attractive. Oh, they were there, just not pronounced. If it wasn’t for her brown eyes, darker skin and pure black hair, she would be considered ordinary for a human.<br/><br/>When Taseer entered the showers, Kala didn’t notice the Asari enter while she was running her hands through her long black hair, getting the shampoo through it all to clean as much of the grime and sweat out of it as possible. Her hair and sweat never mixed well if she didn’t wash it out. The girl was not focusing on anything really, just enjoying the shower, and she only noticed Taseer when she heard the Asari’s footsteps on the tiles of the shower. She let out a startled yelp as she turned and rushing to move her hands to cover herself before noticing who it was.<span style="color: Sienna">“Damn, Taseer, you startled me. I thought I was going to have to hurt some guy for walking in here…”</span><br/><br/>After that, Kala lowered her hands and got to rinsing her hair out, but she couldn’t help herself but look at the asari for a moment. Kala was not usually shy about her body around other women, that was the reason she wasn’t covering herself up anymore, but what did make her uncomfortable was that she found Asari attractive. She didn’t know why, but she knew other women didn’t usually make her feel that way. She was biting her lip a little as she watched Taseer shower off through the veil of her dark hair. She knew she wasn’t a lesbian, but she found herself drawn to Asari.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“… yeah… I’m going to have to be careful when I need a shower… or make sure to hang a sign outside the door when women are showering…”</span>she agreed, trying to ignore the fact that she was turned on by watching Taseer shower. At the mention of cloths, Kala thought a bit as she took some body soap as well and started washing herself of the sweat since she was done with her hair for now. She actually studying the other woman. Even though her body looked a little stronger than Kala’s, Taseer still had more generous curves than her… all Asari seemed to…<span style="color: Sienna">“Yeah, I have some clean tank-top shirts and some shorts that will fit… just wait in the locker area once you’re done, I’ll bring you some.”</span><br/><br/>A Few minutes later, after the Asari had left, Kala finished scrubbing herself down and rinsing off. Wrapping the towel she had brought with her around herself, she left the shower and into the crew quarters to fetch a shirt and some pants. When she came back to the locker area she had a black tank-top that would hang loose, and a pair of simple darker green cargo shorts.<span style="color: Sienna">“ I don’t have many spare sets of cloths that I brought with me… and nothing form fitting. But these will fit.”</span>She handed those cloths to Taseer before drying off with her current towel and getting dressed. Her hair she grabbed a second towel and started using that to dry her hair off with. She was also carrying a comb with her into the common area for use when she dried her hair enough. One of the few ‘girly’ things she seemed to do was take care of her hair. Ok, what would they play? Probably Skillian 5, that was the most common card game at this time. The best Kala could hope for was to break even if they were actually playing for money. She was sitting there at the table running the brush through her loose hair when Taseer and Mikey came in.<br/><br/>Their game started after they both convinced Kala to play for creds, a few hundred in total. She should have just gone to her bunk and studied the readings from her omnitool.<br/><br/>/////////////////////////////////////////////<br/><br/>Darion stretched a bit in the suit he had been given, the extremely expensive bit of armor and shields that didn't even look like that. The weapon didn't exactly make him comfortable either, it didn't feel like a weapon in his hands at that moment. But then it was supposed to, damn covert weapons looking like a damn briefcase. It was a good thing it shot so well in it's weapon form. At least he knew it was reliable, but it still didn't feel like a weapon and was uncomfortable for him. Same with the suit that didn't feel like armor but was. This whole thing was making the front-line soldier uncomfortable as this was something he had never been assigned to do till now.<br/><br/>But his training as a Marine did at least help him with aspects, he could pay attention to more of the details than average people, especially when he was was actually being serious. At the announcement of approximately 1 Hour 20 minutes to guest arrival, Darion fell into a more professional attitude.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Darion, Comm check, loud and clear.”</span>Darion said into the earpiece before reaching down and testing out his briefcase Mattock. He unfolded the weapon, ensuring it would unfold into ready condition, then he ran the weapon's basic function checks and ensured it was still calibrated the same as it was the day before. Once he confirmed everything was green, he folded the weapon back up in to the briefcase mode.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Weapon check is green. Good to go.”</span>After that he just waited.<br/><br/>He was a bit curious as to what  Ashana would look like in the dress that Vega had provided for her.  None of the security detail as far as he knew other than Malcolm had seen the dress that had been provided to the Asari.<br/><br/>.................................................<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“I should never play against you and Mickey in cards again... I am out 200 credits because of you two...”</span>Kala grumbled to Taseer as she followed the Asari into and along the ride for the elevator. The night before when they had been wasting time she had learned that these pirates were much better at cards than the crew she had been with before. She was only good enough to not lose more than that to Taseer and Mickey, but that was about it. Now she was just grumbling, and being a sore loser. But as soon as they left the elevator, she fell silent completely, not wanting to say anything to piss the captain. She had done well to avoid him and his first officer as much as possible.<br/><br/>Kala nodded a little to the captain before moving to stay beside Taseer, but still able to watch the live feed. The delay was a bit annoying on the feed, but the method used did not allow for much better. Past watching though she couldn't do much at that moment. But she did take a sidelong glance at the Quarian male that had come with him. He must have been the one in the med bay earlier. Kala had yet to 'thank him' for piloting this ship and causing so much damage to the systems. Could she do that though without breaching his enviro-suit? Good question, and one she would have to puzzle for a bit.<br/><br/>Her attention came away from him though as the statement that the guests were arriving, and it was time for her to actually watch what was going on. Oh joy.<br/><br/>……………………………………………..<br/><br/>Finally the party as the guests arrived and the servers were handing out drinks, and Darion couldn’t be any more bored.  Studying dozens of rich, high and mighty men and women who skirted the line between legal and illegal was not exactly the soldier’s idea of fun.  But it was his job for that day so as they all piled in he got good looks at their faces, and the basics of their mannerism.  Looking for anyone who looked nervous, or fidgety.  Like they knew something was up, or looking for those who looked too calm, like a soldier in the crowed. None of that was easy, a lot of the smiles and everything being shown by these people looked fake to him.  But maybe that was just because of the soldier’s view of the rich, all fake.<br/><br/>Things actually got interesting a bit when Ashana and Vega finally arrived, stepping out of the elevator into the party.  It took all his willpower not to whistle or comment on the Asari’s looks in that dress, but he couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping at the sight of her in the black evening dress.  She looked stunning, and even more beautiful than normal with how that dress fit her.  He couldn’t help but think she should dress up more often.<br/><br/>Darion forced himself to stop watching Ashana and get back to the job at hand as soon as Vega started his speech.  He had a job to do, and it wasn’t very professional to ignore that job just to oogle the boss lady.  The speech from Vega was interesting, and he laughed a bit inwardly.  A little deluded and self important, even if Darion thought he was a type of guy usually liked.  No, he didn’t think that Vega and these dealers were as Vega said, but they usually supplied either the real protectors, soldiers like what Darion used to be, or the darkness itself.  Whichever earned them the most money.<br/><br/>Past that is was back to the boring part of the job, scanning the faces, and the bodies of everyone there, looking for signs of hidden weapons, or someone reaching for one.  The report from Ashana of a possible target brought darion’s eyes to her and her position before following through the crowed where her directions had told him to look.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Batarian sighted.  No clear view from my position.”</span>Darion reported into his comm., looking the Batarian over as best he could, but a couple other guests were in the way from this angle, he could not identify any weapons.  Every few moments while studying the Batarian, Darion looked away from him to check on Vega and the man he was now talking to, and making sure he was still fine.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Any other position, please confirm eyes on Batarian.  Can you confirm the possession of any weapons?” </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>