Darion couldn't help but grin a little at the turian's pissed reaction to Darion pointing the weapon at him.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“What? Scared I am actually going to shoot you? Please, as long as a weapon is in my hands, it will never even scratch someone I don't intend to kill.”</span>Darion said in reply to Firas's anger.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Maybe if you stop glaring at me like you want be dead, then I won’t have a reason to point one of these at you again Turian.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Good, I would hate to have to rely on something I haven't actually used for a bit.”</span>he said mostly to himself before following along with the rest of the group, and listening to the talk as they went. The mention of dressing for the occasion, darion couldn't help but chuckle a little.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Even if we dress for the part, the kind of party you are talking about wouldn't really be my thing. Even if you have a suit to fit on me. I'm not going to be able to mingle much among your crowd.”</span><br/><br/>At the mention of going to the manufacturing area, darion got a slight smile on his face.  It would be interesting.  Though, the transport it looked like they were using seemed to have just enough seats for them.  He took note of where Vega sat, and then Ashana sat down as well, making sure only two seats not next to each other were open.  He debated where to take a seat for a moment and then just took the one next to Vega. Oh, he would have loved to sit next to the beautiful Asari, but if he and Firas were going to try to piss each other off, he wanted it to happen when neither of them had a weapon other than their fists.  He was sure the turian wouldn’t be happy with him sitting next to Ashana.<br/><br/>The transport moved past the yard, Darion noticed the Makos out in the yard and whistled, directing his eyes to the vehicles lined up out there.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“I miss those vehicles.”</span>He said but nothing more.  Hell, he had been trained to drive one of those like all marines during basic, and he had actually driven a couple over the years while in service. It had been years, before he was discharged, since the last time he had been behind the wheel of a Mako 35.  From what he had understood, the new models were not as fun to drive, couldn’t get everywhere the older models could for the exact reason that Vega just told them.  Of course as soon as the dealer and Ashana began speaking about business, he lost interest and started looking around the factory.  He enjoyed picturing piloting one of those gunships, or driving a tank over any opposition.<br/><br/>Finally the transport stopped in front of another warehouse building. Looked like they had arrived so Darion finally brought his attention back to what was going on and followed after their apparent leader in Ashana into the very loud plant.  The lack of space, and the rows and rows of equipment marked it as the manufacturing plant.  Not bad, but not as interesting as the last warehouse.  So he just followed along into the next room, and was greeted by the multiple racks of what looked like expensive suits.<br/><br/>Why would there be so many suits in here that looked like they would fit in at a millionaire’s party.  But, they were in a weapons dealer’s factory, they were sure to interest him as soon as it was explained what they were for.  The kid in a candy store look came back to darion’s face as Vega began putting the suit on display, especially at the suit lining.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Ok, now you actually have my interest in wearing an actual tailored suit.”</span>Darion said, getting as good of a look at the armor inside the suit.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Wow, the shields are actually better than the ones I implanted in this armor...”</span>he paused and whistled at the price of the tailored suits.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Well, never could ever dream of having enough money to buy the basic parts for that armor.  I have never even earned a fraction of that price.”</span><br/><br/>At the mention that they will be getting 2 new ones after they get measurements, he just grinned.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Well, if our target actually shows up, depending on how good he is, the suits may have some holes in them when you get them back, if we are not lucky.”</span>The fact that there would only be 2 new suits, he was guessing that the measurements would be for Ashana and Firas.  Darion was human and he guessed that there would be one sitting around here that would fit him already… unless he had another outfit idea for Ashana?<br/><br/>.........................................................<br/><br/>Kala couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh at the question about bypasses.  Oh, in the old ship she had been maintaining before, bypasses were very common when there were issues.<span style="color: Sienna">“Yeah, I have done a few.”</span>Kala watched Taseer as she pulled up the schematics.  Kala activated her own when the image was uploaded to it and studied the conduits that the Asari was pointing out to her.  Kala moved around to look up into the compartment where the module’s connection were while she listened to what she needed to do, and looking at the schematic to identify what she would need.<span style="color: Sienna">“Ok, got it, it’s simple enough…”</span>she paused a bit and looked at Taseer.<span style="color: Sienna">“Wow, a ship this advanced needs physical bypasses?  I thought that was something I only had to do on my last ship.”</span>She said a moment before she watched the asari leave to go get to her own search… and Kala’s eyes lingered a bit.<br/><br/>After Taseer had left, Kala took up the place she had been occupying under the opening, and the bunches of cabling.  She only studied it for another moment before she reached up and began her own work. Reaching in she located the labeled connection to the module that wasn’t registering and began her work.  She took a hold of the indicated cable and began working it out, disengaging it’s lock and pulling it free, using her omnitool to provide light, and starting a count on the tool to know when to reconnect the cable.<br/><br/>While she waited for the timer to come up, she began hunting for the hard-lined cables that she had identified on the schematics for the bypass.  Around that time, while Kala was getting drenched in her own sweat from the heat, her dark shirt already starting to get damp from all the sweat, was when Taseer began talking again through the comm lines.  Kala was disconnecting the first cable for the bypass while listening then replied.<span style="color: Sienna">“Well, I doubt we will get anywhere. No matter how much he trusts you or how tiny of a team you have, he won’t trust me enough to give me those schematics.”</span>As she spoke she disconnected the next needed cable before finding where to connect them again through a different link.  She reconnected the lines into it’s bypass over a secondary line when her timer when off and she moved back to the first module and reconnected it.<span style="color: Sienna">“Ok, bypass is in place, and the other module has been reconnected…”</span><br/><br/>Kala paused a moment while remembering something Taseer had said earlier on the elevator ride down.<span style="color: Sienna">“And I am not showing the captain my chest to get the schematics.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>