<span style="color: darkorchid">Darion is right. I'd rather have someone who specializes in this sort of thing down there handling their security. We don't know how complex it is, and Kala here has a habit of breaking into security systems...</span>She looked knowingly at the engineer, recalling how she first landed herself aboard the vessel.<span style="color: darkorchid">Collar or not. Milenya I respect your nerve, but I can all but guarantee that once we're in that compound, our biotics will be neutralized. And besides, we'll need people to sell us off too.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkorchid">As for you two...</span>She looked at Shira and Kala.<span style="color: darkorchid">I need your help. Kala, you won't be a slave. Even if none of it works, there's still a large ship in orbit with very big guns. If they capture us, they won't keep us long. They're slavers, so the moment Catenenlli hails them and tells them that if they don't release us he'll blow up their whole base, we'll be free. Right?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Right.</span>Cantenelli looked at Darion.<span style="color: blue">That's a solid setup.</span><br/><br/>Sorv stepped up.<span style="color: darkorange">Yeah. I volunteer for the tactical team. Darion, since we can't put you anywhere else, than I guess that'll be you and me. We scope the exterior defenses, make a move on the vehicle yard if we can, and otherwise breach the rear entrance once we have a gap in their security net. You any good with that mattock of yours at long range?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">Right... well, I can't pass for a slave so I'll go in as a slaver. That Revenant is common enough for slavers and pirates... might help convince them we're legitimate. Doc, if you've got biotics, then I'd rather have you with me. A third would be preferable. Anyone else on this ship good in a fight.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: teal">Nah...</span>Mickey shook his head.<span style="color: teal">Not with the other asari out of comish... Hell, Falkris could do it but look at him.</span>The old Turian glowered at him and growled, though the arm sling, chest wrap and leg brace couldn't be argued with.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">Then I guess two of us will have to do, if that's alright with you, doc. Darion and Sorv on tactical approach... Ashana, Kala, and Shira'Va on infiltration... and you and me walking through the front door like a couple of assholes selling people. This whole thing hinges on you three though.</span>Firas finished.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Hey, I haven't agreed to shit, yet!"</span>Shira protested.<br/><br/><span style="color: teal">Oh shut up.</span>Mickey retorted.<span style="color: teal">We all know your going to go.</span><br/><br/>Shira'Va looked around, noting that everyone seemed to have the same expectant look on their faces.<span style="color: indigo">"Stupid ship... bunch of bosh'tet..."</span>She grumbled quietly to herself as she accepted her inevitable fate.<br/><br/>Cantenelli looked around the group.<span style="color: blue">Alright... its a solid plan. Objections?</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>