Darion met the rest of the party at the shuttle dressed in his dark blue armor made up of multiple different parts that seemed to work together.  He had obviously performed repairs with what he could afford and made it all work, that part in itself was a little impressive.  Getting the odd mix of different armor pieces from different manufacturers to work together wasn't always that easy.  But anyone with real knowledge on armors would notice all the parts were designed to help front line soldiers in the Alliance.<br/><br/>He loaded into the shuttle just behind the others and took the seat closest to the cockpit of the shuttle.  While he moved there he got a good look at who the pilot was in the shuttle.  The Quarion woman with the amazing figure that was a dream for most men.  Too good to be true.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Must be lucky today, the two most beautiful women on the same mission.  How long are you gonna be sticking with us Shira'va”</span>he said, getting as good a look as he could through the hatch.  That question had surfaced because he hadn't heard the statement from the captain.<br/><br/>Darion noticed how Ashana seemed to have trouble getting comfortable with her weapon in that seat.  That little bit gave him the impression she was not used to firearms themselves.  She probably rarely had to, she could easily get close enough to kill someone with her bare hands if she wanted to with that body.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Thoguh I didn't think I would be having another quarion behind the wheel of something I was riding in.  are you as crazy of a pilot as Sorv was?  Or at least as crazy with the landings?”</span><br/><br/>with the statement from Ashana through his basic omnitool's channel, Darion turned his attention to her through the hatch before looking forward at the bulkhead.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Yeah, fealin's mutual.  In my experience with merc missions, this is likely to go bad for one reason or another.  The more information we got the better.  Wish I had some though, but I know nothing about Vega past what was given to us.  If he did sell weapons to the alliance, it wasn't something a grunt like me would have know.”</span>he paused a bit and thought for a minute or two.  He patted his back where his rifle was, and his waist where he had placed his grenades.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“I felt it was a good idea to be completely prepared if everything went to hell.”</span><br/><br/>…....................................................................<br/><br/>Kala was still a little stunned, but had recovered by the time the room cleared and it was just the remaining group.  She was just relived that she wouldn't be put in the line of fire where she was more likely to hit her allies than her enemies.   That much was the best news that entire day.  But the order to begin repairs before any more rest was a let down.  Repairs on 4 hours of sleep?  This would be interesting.<br/><br/>The stare from Falkris was a bit insulting, did that bastard think she was a spy for some military or something?  Seriously?  Did she look like a spy, the mess she was was that morning?  With how bad she was at sneaking around? She never said anything though, just returned a glare at the Turian and gave him the middle finger.<br/><br/>She had begun to turn to follow Taseer before the captain spoke up again, pushing her to ask some questions.  She waited a moment before thinking of one.<span style="color: Sienna">“Yeah, would I be allowed to have the schematics of the Couplings we need to repair, and their housings...”</span>she paused, thinking of another question.<span style="color: Sienna">“... or more importantly than that... is there coffee in the galley?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>