Darion couldn't help but whistle at the information about the armor that they were looking at.  N7 quality armors?  A weapons dealer who is probably wanted arrested somewhere was producing armors for the Alliances best soldiers?  Really odd to hear about that, but looking at how well the armors were working, how fast the shields regenerated, he would definitely believe those are armors that would be requisitions to armors.  They were amazing armors in the hands of a weapons dealer.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh, that would be awesome, but I do not want to know what we would have to pay or do just to get those production models.”</span>Darion said, watching the test and the speed at which the shields regenerated after they had been depleted.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“I could not ever afford anything like that, the question would be what we would have to do for you to set us up with a set of new armors?”</span>Darion asked as he followed along with the group.<br/><br/>Darion gave the dealer a questioning look at the laugh<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Yeah, its a Mattock”</span>, he said hesitantly, his voice echoing his slow motion of pulling the rifle off his back before he paused looking at the dealer's outstretched hand.  He sighed a bit, figuring it couldn't hurt if he let the man look at his personal rifle.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“alright”</span>.  Handing the old rifle over, he watched the man look over the old thing.  Hearing that someone had actually been making contracts for these old rifles, getting them converted to thermal clips was a bit of a surprise.  Very few militaries used them any more, not advanced enough.  He had only come across some mercs using them.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Really? I thought they didn't make them any more.    It is so rare to see someone actually use them?”</span><br/><br/>at the look at the thermal port, and the question darion just grinned.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Yup, completely custom.  I did it myself when I could...”</span>darion had begun when he heard Ashana clear her throat and he shut up to look at her for a moment before agreeing.  “<span style="color: SeaGreen">sorry, get distracted when talking about firearms.”</span>he told her before looking at Vega again, and the smirk.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh, I can't wait, I love toys that either go boom, or put more holes in people.”</span>he said before following again.<br/><br/>The office itself looked definitely like somewhere darion would like to work someday, it was a mess with weapons parts and a workbench to work on weapons.  Though the way Vega just through dropped the dismantled rocket launcher onto the bench with no care made darion twitch a bit, seemed too rough to treat a weapon.  Though he couldn't really say anything though, he treated some rifles the same after he took parts from them.  Well, anyway, pushing that thought aside, darion looked at the chairs, before choosing a spot on the wall where he could lean, and watch all the entrances to the office, and took his spot there to listen to the meeting, not saying anything and letting Ashana do all the talking.<br/><br/>As the talk turned to a party, he immediately got the image of a party he would not want to attend, would not be his crowd.   It would be a lot of rich people who were ful of themselves drinking generally thumbing their nose at each other while eyes the hired help.  Probably something someone like Ashana could make a lot of money from.  But the description of what this assailant had been able to do definitely took his attention from the party.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“scared?  This guy definitely sounds dangerous... I would love to be in the same room as him.  Would be fun to trade blows, and bullets with him...”</span>ok, darion's seeming lust for trying to get himself killed was rearing it's ugly head, especially with his grin.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Am I right in guessing you want us as part of a protection detail at one of the possible targets?”</span><br/><br/>.......................................................<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“On it.”</span>Kala said upon seeing the errors populate the screen inside the console after she removed the covering.  She tapped a few of the holographic buttons to hide the warnings being displayed, then began running the diagnostic programs, those she tied to her omnitool to display the results easier to see.  As she was running through the results, she heard what Taseer had said to answer her question, and it made her blush again.  Then the question about herself came up, ok, more like humans.<span style="color: Sienna">“ummm, uhh, yeah, I am pretty sure we all are... wish I hadn't asked.”</span>the last bit she muttered, but the rest she obviously sounded uncomfortable talking about it.  Though her blush deepened a bit as she heard the shuffling over the comm that was open and Taseer was talking about a whore house called Azure.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“umm, wouldn't know anything about that really.  I liked to keep to myself and my little room on Omega, and then stayed on the ship as much as possible after Omega.”</span>Great, just that one question started the engineer talking about whore houses on Illium.  Yeah, she really wish she hadn't asked because it all brought up memories of that embarrassing morning after getting drunk in afterlife.  She was glad for a couple beeping sounds from her omnitool which brought her attention back down to her omnitool.<br/><br/>The screen she pulled up from her omnitool showed the conduit lines from the diagnostic in a visual display.  A lot of the conduits were showing yellow, or orange, very few were green.<span style="color: Sienna">“Taseer, I am seeing a lot of equipment showing stressed, or damaged needing replaced but still working... at least the Mass Effect core's energy exchange circuits are showing green still.  Those things are a bitch to pull out.”</span>she said over the comm, though she was sure the asari was seeing the same thing she was, she was just saying it out loud to change subject away from their cunts and whore houses.  And she was glad that equipment was still showing green because she definitely didn't want to tell the captain they would need to shut down the core to replace them.<br/><br/>There was a louder beep from her omnitool marked a piece of equipment as showing red, inoperable.<span style="color: Sienna">“crap, I am showing energy exchanger 165TX as down, and what I am seeing as it's alternate is degraded.  I am not sure what it is, but I think it is the  power regulation unit for the Kinetic Barriers from the readings.”</span>she spoke up, that was the biggest thing she saw on her screens. Before the diagnostic from this panel was completed.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Ok, diagnostics from 2145-A complete, moving to B.  I will pipe the diagnostic readings directly to your omnitool once I begin.”</span>she said, moving to the second panel after closing the first. She sat down in front of this one and began the same process, pulling the diagnostic results to her omnitool to be sent to Taseer.  The diagnostics on this one began showing very similar results.  At least until a pair of parts began showing red.<span style="color: Sienna">“I got two more things showing as down.  It looks like a pair of the energy feeds into engines 1 and 3 are down, the alternates are showing degraded.  Ugh, looks like the last pilot fucked us harder than one of your Azure Whores... did I use that right?”</span>she said before cursing at the diagnostic readings.<span style="color: Sienna">“i really wish the captain would let us dock to repair this... or at least get some more supplies, I don't know if we have enough replacements to fix everything.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>