Darion let out a sigh as he followed, not the reaction he had expected from anyone.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Why do I even bother? I try being funny and I fall on my ass...”</span>he grumbled, but followed, letting his eyes wander over their guide,  and enjoying the show of watching both women walking in front of him. Seeing as he failed at humor.<br/><br/>Darion started hearing the faint sounds of gunfire from ahead in the direction that they were being led.  Well, that was to be expected. This was a weapons dealer after all, and it looked like they were manufacturing them as well.  Though by the looks of some of the materials being hauled around by the vehicles outside, it was more that simple weapons, some looked like armor panels for other vehicles.<br/><br/>As soon as they entered the facility the equipment around the floor darion’s attention was quickly pulled away from the women, there was gunfire echoing from the warehouse they were in.  The sound alone made the humans hand move to hover over his pistol by instinct, though he stopped himself before he drew the weapon when he looked at the source.  It was just some test firing at an indoor range.  It wasn’t aimed at him or this small group.  That was a relief for him, showed by his hand falling back to his side where it belonged.  But his eyes on the other hand didn’t return to either Ashana’s form, or their human escort’s.  Instead his eyes roamed over all the various pieces of technology, and weapons that were being worked on.<br/><br/>In all honesty, Darion began to look like a kid in a candy store with all the weapons that were being tested and on display in this warehouse.  This place was heaven for him with so many forms of firearms, and from the looks of it other weapons technology that he would never be able to afford.  Was that a armored mech suit with a cannon arm?  Who would be designing something like that?  It looked like the thing could take on an YMIR easily, as well as an army.  Oh, he wished he could get in the pilot seat of one of those already.<br/><br/>Then there was all the firearms that were torn apart to display their inner workings.  They all looked top of the line, and would probably be deadly once they were all reassembled and armed, and would never replace Darion’s Mattock rifle in it’s maglock on his back.  Doesn’t mean he couldn’t dream about handling them every now and then… and maybe swipe some compatible pieces for his Mattock.<br/><br/>They finally reached a platform where there were a pair of men working, one firing full auto with what sounded like a Phaeston.  Not a weapon he had handled before, but he had read about them.  A Turian firearm, very rapid rate of fire, a little more accurate than the Revenant, but less power, and still a spray and prey weapon at mid range combat, and wholly ineffective at long.  Actually it was more a machine gun than an assault rifle.<br/><br/>The man using it though ended up turning out to be the weapons dealer they were here to talk to.  That he was out here working with his people, dressed for work, was as surprising for Darion as it was for Ashana.  It made darion actually think he could respect this man.  He didn’t look or act like a rich man.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Darion Syler”</span>he introduced himself to the weapons dealer after Ashana.  Though he noticed the lingering look for a moment and looked over his shoulder to where his mattock rested, causing darion to give the man a curious glance.  Why would his old rifle catch the dealer’s attention?  Unless there was someone behind him. But then he hadn’t seen anyone back there when he had looked.  Odd.  But then he did say he worked in R&D, so maybe this old but well tested and used piece of technology didn’t belong on this floor.<br/><br/>The explosion though that sounded through the facility stopped his train of thought on that, and made darion look around a bit, looking to see if it was close. Nothing he could see had caused it.  With a shrug he just followed along behind the others, glancing at the full suits of armor to the side of where they walked.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh, I wish I could get my hands on one of those.”</span>He muttered to himself, watching the shields reacting to the bullets, and taking more punishment than his own could handle<br/><br/>....................................<br/><br/>Taseer's grimace said all about how Kala felt about maintaining that old ship.  It was not fun, she never learned anything new, never got to play with new toys on the ship unless she had snuck in on some more valuable cargo and tore it apart.  Of course the number of weapons that the asari rattled off proved that she would definitely need to learn a lot here on this ship.<span style="color: Sienna">“hmmm, sounds both fun and like I will be wanting to pull my hair out violently.”</span>but she just grinned a bit at that thought.  It was obvious she would have fun learning these systems.<br/><br/>As soon as they stepped into the section of the ship, and up to the console, Kala couldn't ignore the blast of heat that just radiated from the compartment.<span style="color: Sienna">“Holy crap...”</span>she cursed, but fell silent and listened as the heat worked it's way into her.  She listened and watched the screen, memorizing as much  of the schematics as she could.  On top of that she listened and tried to remember as much of what the Asari technician was saying.  She whistled, a little amazed that someone would have thought of this way around the incompatibilities of the different designs.<span style="color: Sienna">“Yeah, when it is turned off, whoever flys the ship with this shit turned off, fucks us mechanics.”</span><br/><br/>As she said that, sweat was already starting to run down her face, neck and back.  Kala tried to ignore the sweat other than when it tried to roll into her eyes, just letting it crate damp spots in her black t-shirt.  The comment about 'Azure cunt' got a raised eyebrow from the human girl.  Azure?  The way she said that word made Kala think it meant something other than just the color, especially since she followed it with the word 'cunt'.  She bit down on her curiosity, Taseer was explaining what needed to be done to the ship, and she knew if she spoke up now, that would likely be halted.<br/><br/>Of course when Kala watched Taseer unzip her shirt, that sliver of blue skin that became visible drew Kala's eyes from the schematics.  The Asari wasn't wearing anything under her shirt.  The heat of the room wasn't making the human's cheeks blush.<span style="color: Sienna">“Uhhh... umm.”</span>she was speechless at the sight.  Only after a moment did she shake her head and focus on what Taseer was saying, focusing on what the Asari was saying about what needed to be done.<span style="color: Sienna">“Uhh... Yay, we git to spend a few hours roasting in here then.”</span>she mumbled wiping some sweat away from her eyes with the back of her hand, trying not to look at the front of Taseer's shirt.<span style="color: Sienna">“Wish I had a pair of shorts to wear instead of the pants and boots.”</span><br/><br/>though beyond that, to help her focus on the work and not how weird it was to be attracted to an asari, and a women, she thought about how much they would reek when they were done.<span style="color: Sienna">“Thank god, it should be much cooler in there”</span>she commented before thinking of something else.<span style="color: Sienna">“Do I get to keep any of the data from the diagnostics that I take during this?  I would like to study them later.”</span>Kala asked after being told where to go and what she needed to do.  She didn't get a chance to wait for an answer though as Mikey came back over the comm and told them they were good to start.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Okay, got it, on my way.”</span>she said, thankfully moving out of the sweat inducing compartment, and made her way to the cargo bay and away from the sauna like room.  It only took her a few moments to find the correct panel, reading the label to be sure.  Then she waited for the word that didn't take long to come.  She got a chance to look around the cargo bay, and it was near completely empty, maybe she would come down here later to relax when she wanted silence.<span style="color: Sienna">“Yup, completely ready on your go.”</span>Kala said then paused a moment and her curiosity got the better of her.<span style="color: Sienna">“Ok, I have to ask.  Taseer, when you said 'Azure' earlier it didn't sound like you were talking about the color...  it sounded like you were using it as slang... mind explaining?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>