Ashana glanced between the other three at the table while Sorv made no effort to hide his observation. Firas' eyes, however, never broke from the display hovering above the table. He watched the planet floating about the star, sitting on its thin blue orbit line, the red target reticle surrounding it.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">And we know <i>nothing</i> about the Prothean site itself?</span>He asked, loud enough for his voice to cut over the others talking. Ashana looked at him, noting his fixation. His unflinching stare was unnerving, but the focus was also comforting. There was no humor about the Turian, no distraction.<br/><br/>Beruut remained silent for a moment, then started as he realized he was the one that needed to answer.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Oh, yes... uhm... no. Nothing at all was available.</span><br/><br/>Ashana watched Firas carefully, Sorv joining her appraising.<span style="color: DarkOrange">What're you thinking?</span>He asked, trying to probe the depths of Firas' stare. Firas remained quiet, as if he hadn't heard the question.<br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Captain, I need you on bridge. You too Falkris.</span>Mickey said over the comms. Cantenelli, who had likewise joined in the watching of Firas looked up, then at Falkris who returned the look, curious.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">On our way.</span>He said, stepping forward. Falkris turned off the display. Even though the image had disappeared, Firas' gaze remained for a long moment before he blinked and looked down, shifting his mandibles slightly.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">I'd suggest you all get your equipment sorted and ready it won't be long before we're on site.</span>He looked at Milenya.<span style="color: Blue">You too. No point in walking into a Prothean site without our Prothean expert.</span>He said, nodding to them then departing for the elevator with Falkris. Ashana stood up slowly, looking at the others. She didn't have a lot to bring, though as she looked down at what she was wearing, she knew it wouldn't be adequate for their destination.<br/><br/>Firas stood up, and looked around the table.<span style="color: Blue">Guns and gear. If you don't have armor, then grab an EVA suit from the armory. </span>He looked at Ashana.<br/><br/>He made for the armory, followed closely by Sorv. They waited for the elevator to return to the crew deck before boarding. Ashana joined them, and they waited for any others taking the trip to board before sending it up a deck. When the doors opened, Falkris and Cantenelli could be seen far ahead in the cockpit, leaning over the large console in front of Mickey. Ashana could barely see them, but their leaning posture and the fact that she couldn't hear anything echoing back to them said that they were keeping their conversation quiet.<br/><br/>She followed the others into the armory and looked around for the mentioned suits. The last time they were on board, they hadn't seen any environment suits, but Firas opened a console and poked around in it for a moment before drawer beneath one of the workbenches opened, revealing three EVA suits.<br/><br/>She nodded her thanks and lifted one. She frowned slightly, looking at it. Its semi-rigid material was meant to flex and expand to fit its user, but it was going to be tight. She took off her boots and sat down on the work bench, starting pulling it on.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">What was that all about, Firas?</span>She asked and she tugged the suit up on leg.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">I don't like it.</span>He said, lifting his armor piece by piece from the racks, and laying it out to begin putting on.<span style="color: Blue">I don't like any of it.</span><br/><br/>Sorv laughed and set down his sniper rifle.<span style="color: DarkOrange">We're flying to a giant volcano to look at a bunch of aliens that died 50,000 years ago, in the hopes that it might tell us why a highly trained special agent wants to kill everyone to keep some piece of those dead alien's equipment away from whoever the hell is looking for it. What's there to like? Besides,</span>he looked at Darion and Milenya for support,<span style="color: DarkOrange">All were doing is going down to so that Doc here,</span>he looked at Maethia,<span style="color: DarkOrange">can take a look at this crap and do some science talk. Ashana could do this job naked.</span>He looked at her as she tugged the lower half of the suit on, pulling it tight around her ass.<span style="color: DarkOrange">In fact she should do it naked.</span><br/><br/>Firas grunted in begrudged agreement, glancing at Ashana. She only smirked in response. The EVA suit felt restricting, but then everything that impeded her flexibility at all felt restricting to her. It like combat armor without the armor.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">I'm not going to be able to move in this thing...</span>She muttered as she continued trying to put it on. It was still flattering to her figure, in a rigid sort of way.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">Sure I can.</span>Shira smirked, leaning back.<span style="color: Indigo">Modular suit design plus a few modifications... And the doctor has me on a strict regiment of anti-biotics. I can't take it all off, but I can take off enough to make it fun.</span>She ran one of her finger down the front of her chest, between the swell of her breasts.<br/><br/>Taseer looked at Shira, smirking, looking her up and down.<span style="color: Navy">And besides, we've got a Quarian medical specialist on board.</span>She looked at Kala still grinning.<br/><br/>The men at the table shrugged and dismissed Kala's comment, but Shira nodded slowly, scooting forward on her chair, leaning in over the table.<span style="color: Indigo">No, Kala's right... let's make this interesting. An article of clothing or a shot. </span>She looked at Kala from behind the visor.<span style="color: Indigo">You can relax and not even take anything off if you don't want.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">It certainly gets funner the more you drink.</span>Taseer agreed.<span style="color: Navy">Sound good to everyone else?</span>She looked at the others around the table who all sounded their agreement.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Come on Kala.</span>She said, invitingly.<span style="color: Navy">There's nothing to lose.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>