"I don't know why you screw around mass accerelators, Morgan."<br/><br/>"I'm not a fan of the thermals."<br/><br/>"Mass produced, easily available, revolutionary approach and universally compatible with weapons, you mean?"<br/><br/>"Fuck off."<br/><br/>Laughter came from the terminal, crackly as it was, the contact's avatar resembling one of those machines out of the Blasto series. Kaya had the terminal switched at an angle while she worked, occasionally looking up from the myriad of spare parts and redundant tech to watch as a news ticker or job contract flashed through. Right now things were fairly quiet - the hype over Archangel' s death still hadn't died down though - but she'd been assured that was changing fairly soon. At the moment she was content to peer down at an accelerator cribbed from an old Alliance rifle, chewing on the corner of her mouth.<br/><br/>"You're not getting that thing to work with your Saber, you know."<br/><br/>"...I know."<br/><br/>She slumped backwards knocking the components aside, face screwing up like a child on the verge of throwing a tantrum. It was frustrating more than anything else; she'd never really gotten used to manual reloads and thermal clips and faffing about with sheer rate of fire. Bring back the old days of heat management and soldiers actually making their shots count, not simply throwing down as many rounds as humanly possible. But that was it was nowadays, both on and off Omega, much to her chagrin.<br/><br/>"Got your feed open?"<br/><br/>"Both of them. Nothing out there too exciting. Got an offer for guard duty over in the warehouse. Pay's good."<br/>"It's sitting on your arse for hours. Didn't think that'd be your thing."<br/><br/>"Yeah well, got to have a slow job once in a while. You know Gavin?"<br/><br/>"Gavin...yeeeeah, Turian, right? 'Trader' I hear."<br/><br/>"Not on this one then?"<br/><br/>"Nah. I'm pinned elsewhere. On that note..."<br/><br/>"Duty calls, yeah. Later."<br/><br/>"Later, Kay."<br/><br/>Tru3per_1o, signed off.<br/><br/>It was a dingy apartment but warm, well maintained. It had apparently been designed for an Elcor client though, and so many of the proportions were off and distorted somehow - not really an issue for someone of her size but it was still jarring if coming back to it after a lengthy post off Omega. Still, Kaya enjoyed the charm and how unique it felt even if she would have killed about six Krogan for a shot at somewhere with views leading to the outside. She'd been near the top of Omega once and spent hours just watching one of the distant stars hum and glow off in the distance...not something she was going to get into the habit of, but it was one hell of a way to blow off steam. Refocus.<br/><br/>"Nnngh..."<br/><br/>Giving one last defeated look at the equipment before her, Kaya knocked it all back into one crate which was unceremoniously dumped beneath the terminal's desk. Tapping a simple 'on duty' into the terminal, something that would hopefully limit the sheer amount of spam waiting for her on returning, and she was just about done. Had already washed, showered and trimmed - being on guard duty for hours on end was no fun (especially if there was no guarantee you'd be in civvies between shifts) when surrounded by all hosts of aliens. It got hot, way too hot, for her liking at times and body sweat was never fun when you've got a rubber body glove on you.<br/><br/>Kaya was a big girl, to say the least. The already large frame she had - undoubtedly a result of the myriad weights dumped in one corner of the main living area - was further emphasised by broad areas of body fat. She was solid and in good health underneath, no doubt about that, but it was clear that however she worked out it was either the diet or jogging which got neglected along the way. Not that it really mattered...she'd had to purchase customised armour for it and that added even more size to her. It all added up to this rather strange mixture of intimidation and amusement; as she made her way through Omega there was a faint, yet noticeable, 'waddle' in the way those squat legs marched back and forth. Across her back Kaya hauled a large weapon case and ruck sack stuffed with her belongings. Clothes, mostly, she wasn't too fancy about these things. Just needed the bare essentials after all an-<br/><br/>"The'lek you<i>fuck!</i>"<br/><br/>Her voice boomed out across the warehouse startling a nearby Volus, but it'd been directed at a Batarian. A Batarian who turned and flashed a toothy smirk in her direction as she passed, the two of them giving each other a solid punch to the chest.<br/><br/>"Morgan. When the job's done, you and me. Rematch."<br/><br/>"Yeah yeah, have my credits ready."<br/><br/>A wave behind her and that was that. Judging by the crowds and the ship this was the rendevous point - her bag was dumped, weapon case neatly placed beside her hefty boot. Asari, Quarians and...ah. There we go.<span style="color: red">Adrian</span>. Her hand moved to give a friendly smash on the back, fingers spread in an open palm.<br/><br/>"About time. Figured I was only the human on the list."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>