<span style="color: seagreen">“We are going to be uncomfortable enough as it is on that planet, we don’t need the extra pain of cloths not meant to be worn under armor.  That isn't including there isn't going to be as good a seal without skin-suits under them.”</span>Darion said in return to the looks he got after he was armored up, explaining why he had stripped like Milenya had done.<br/><br/>Though as he watched, Ashana began stripping as well, joining the little nude party they had.  And he got a free show from her while she took the EVA suit off, he could not really focus like he guessed Firas couldn't after seeing all the Asari strip in turn.   He had been debating adding some of the plastics to his load before he saw Ashana, and now he couldn't take his eyes off her either.  Watching her as the fabric of her cloths came off her blue curves.  Darions eyes ran over every curve of her body, her large breasts, her stomach, and even when she turned, her rear, and her slit.  He was damn glad he was wearing his armor now.  And this was just her getting into an EVA suit, what would she be like if she was actually dancing for them?  Oh he wished he had seen one of those dances, even though he knew how deadly she was.<br/><br/>Hearing Sorv’s voice and the cough, Darion shook his head and took his attention away from Ashana finally as she was putting the EVA suit back on.<span style="color: seagreen"> “Before every mission.  Yeah…”</span>he agreed turning away to look at the others all grabbing the grenades from the ones he had set out.<br/><br/>When he heard Maethia’s words, he grinned a little, though not replying directly, though he did wink at her in reply.    What was even better was her reaction to the explosives, that got a bigger grin on his face.  that smile was so big.<span style="color: seagreen">“Told you I had a thing or two you might like.  And I can cook a pretty good chicken or steak stir-fry, or my own little recipe of different bombs.”</span>While the others were picking out their grenades though Darion pulled out a smaller box than the containers for the bulk stock of grenades.  This he opened and pulled out three small black grenades with orange stripes, they were obviously different than those he had bought for the others.   This didn't stop him from debating about taking some of the plastics.<span style="color: seagreen">“Or maybe you will get lucky and find one on a mission.”</span><br/><br/>With everyone else, Darion moved over and started pulling clips out of their holders, stocking up on as many his armor could carry in the appropriate slots.  First of course he put one in each of his weapons before filling his armor.  About that time was when the Captain came in, looking troubled.<span style="color: seagreen">“Shit”</span><br/><br/>………………………………….<br/><br/>Kala just grumbled as their arguments won and the game got started.  The first couple losses she chose to take the shots instead of stripping, getting her drunk even faster, her bottle of rum going untouched.  It wasn’t going to help her that she wasn’t exactly a large girl, she would get drunk much easier.<br/><br/>Her own drinks were starting to catch up to her like Shira’s were.  On that hand that Shira actually started to take off one of her gloves.  On Kala’s face, even through her darker skin, the color brought on by the alcohol was very obvious, proving she was very far along in being drunk.  All her attention though was focused on Shira, finally getting a chance to satisfy a little curiosity.  What did Quarions look like under that armor.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Oh, Cool, purple skin!  Do you also have hair under that helmet, or are you like Asari and completely hairless?”</span>She asked openly, not at all sounding, though some of what she said slightly slurred.  Yup, she was drunk, not at all caring if she sounded slightly insulting either.<br/><br/>Though she paused and looked around as the others at the table, after looking at Shira, were turning their attention to her.  She hadn't chosen to take anything off or drink a shot yet.<span style="color: Sienna">“What?!”</span>she half yelled, but before anyone could tell her she remembered, and reached down to pull her shirt off.  She was drunk enough to not care about her modesty.<span style="color: Sienna">“Oh right, my turn.”</span>Under the plain shirt she was wearing a plain black sports bra, covering her not so impressive chest.  Even Taseer appeared to have a better chest than her shirt.<br/><br/>The next hand the Asari dealt out made Kala grin, it was a really good hand.  She may actually win one hand since the start of the game.  She was too drunk to have a 'poker face' as humans put it.<br/><br/>……………………………………………..<br/><br/>The looks everyone was trading between each other followed with his own feelings at the captain’s look.  As everyone was grabbing their gear to follow, Darion was moving his own around, taking the shotgun and moving it to his left shoulder mag-lock opposite of his rifle, opening the one at his lower back.<span style="color: seagreen">“Go on, I’ll follow in a minute.  Got to add another thing.”</span>He said, the look on the captain’s face made the decisions about the plastic explosives.<br/><br/>That third container Darion pulled out a black soft pouch with a mag strip on the back.  Inside he stuffed a brick of the plastic explosives and about 4 detonators and about 20 feet of det wire.  He was loaded down with all he could carry past that, all the mag-locks on his armor taken.  Grabbing his helmet he left the armory, following after the others who had already left.<br/><br/>Darion followed the group up to the cockpit, and sat back and listened as they were all listening as they were trying to get in contact with someone on the surface.  He had no idea if Milenya’s idea would work, he was no tech expert beyond armor, weapons and explosives.<span style="color: seagreen">“Do you think some pirates had come along recently looking for this thing as well?”</span>Darion asked, though was thinking maybe Cerberus had come along as well, since meeting them on the last mission.  Now was not the time to bring up his own request, not yet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>