<span style="color: navy">"Pirates, huh? Never had a problem with 'em myself. Just assholes out to get by without a brain to do it any other way but... to hurt people, and all. This here crew, from the time I've known 'em, always make an effort to not just kill for the sake of... uh, you know. Sake of killing. It's why I signed on, though that was after... after Captain man and Falkris had their, uh, their duel. Mickey's the only one left that was there during... or before, before Acheron."</span>Taseer stared off into space.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"They don't talk too much about it, just that they were pirating around in some old, uh... goddess, it was like some retrofitted frigate from the first contact war... or something... I don't know... Got Mickey to let on as to how exactly they got this ship... didn't say much, don't think he's aloud to... don't think he will. Just said there was a duel between them and Falkris, and afterwards, afterwards they had the ship.</span>Taseer frowned.<span style="color: navy">"I tried to look into it, ye know, ship's gotta have records right?"</span>She shook her head.<span style="color: navy">"Can't get near 'em. The records are there, a few terabytes of 'em, but it's got lots of security protecting it... <i>lots</i>. Login for the database requires military credentials and passwords... and stuff. Not like trooper type shit but like... high,"</span>She lifted her hand up over her head to accentuate,<span style="color: navy">"<i>high</i>... security type stuff."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Doesn't take a... a genius to know Falkris was Turian Military. Ever see that armor of his up close?"</span>She looked at Kala, the recent turn of events dawning on her.<span style="color: navy">"Guess ye have. And after that I don't think it'll be as easy to tell - but! But on that armor of his is some spots look like there used to be things there, like medals ye' know? Looked into it a bit, shapes fit Turian Command markings, like, all kinds of high ranking stuff, ye' know?"</span><br/><br/>She looked off into space again,<span style="color: navy">"I don't like... Who does this kind of shit? Just leaves that kind of shit?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>