<span style="color: Blue">... Its very simple. What you learn about this ship stays with you to the grave. Under no circumstances, unless directed to by either Falkris or myself, is this information to be disclosed to anyone, for any reason.</span>Cantenelli said seriously, staring each member of the flight crew down one after another. Falkris stood by similarly watching them while Mickey casually leaned on the back of a console's seat.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Take this seriously. If you betray us, and tell anyone anything about the unique systems on this ship, or its location, we will not hesitate to kill you. Don't betray us and you'll enjoy more pay than any other private or military frigate will offer.</span>The elevator opened again and Darion emerged. Cantenelli glanced at him briefly before returning focus to the new crew.<span style="color: Blue">You're free to roam the ship and relax at your leisure, however, if one of us gives you an order, you will follow it immediately. This is doubly true for any combat that you may see. You're all here because someone has told us that you're exceptionally capable at your jobs. Continue to do your jobs well and there won't be any problems.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">What about fraternization?</span>One of them asked.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Frankly, I don't give damn as long as it doesn't interfere with your duties. I will not hesitate to replace any of you if it does. Understood?</span>There was a murmur of agreement among the group along with nodding heads.<span style="color: Blue">Good. Go about your business.</span>Cantenelli nodded and moved past the group toward the armory.<br/><br/>The door opened to Firas, Darion, and Sorv working with their new gear. Cantenelli looked at the pieces he could see and nodded in approval.<span style="color: Blue">I assume none of you have spoken with the new recruits yet?</span><br/><br/>Firas shook his head.<span style="color: Blue">No.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Like my message said, she's got some commando training. Ashana's already given the go ahead for her, so I'm just waiting on you three. I'd like to get this all under way as soon as possible, so are you ready to talk to her?</span>He looked between them.<br/><br/>Sorv nodded.<span style="color: DarkOrange">You don't really need to ask us to bring more Asari on board. Unless they're hideous.</span><br/><br/>Cantenelli grunted slightly at Sorv's comment then lifted his omni-tool.<span style="color: Blue">Maethia, to the Armory please. The ground crew is ready to have a talk with you.</span>He turned off his tool.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">Who is the other one?</span>Sorv asked, sliding a new rail into his rifle.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Her name is Milenya... She's not actually part of the ground crew. She's got experience piloting shuttles and some basic combat skills, but she's here for her doctorate on Archaeo-Tech.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">What-tech?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">She knows Prothean. I figured it would be good to have someone on this ship that can actually tell us about this thing once we find it, or help us find it.</span>Catenelli said.<span style="color: Blue">She's set up in the tech lab for now. We'll have a briefing before we take off.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">It may. How are the repairs coming?</span>Firas asked, removing parts from his Revenant.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Well. We should be on our way before long.</span><br/><br/>The armory door opened behind Catenelli, and the human turned, seeing Maethia and stepping aside.<span style="color: Blue">I'll let you talk.</span>He said, looking at the three men in the armory.<span style="color: Blue">Let me know what you decide.</span>Catenelli walked past Maethia and exited the armory leaving them alone.<br/><br/>Firas looked up from his Revenant and suppressed his surprise. She was shorter than he was expecting.<span style="color: Blue">I'm Firas.</span>He introduced himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">Sorv.</span>Sorv said with a nod, his eyes checking out Maethia's body from behind the visor.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Tell us about yourself... Cantenelli says you have commando-training?</span>Firas said, turning from his Revenant to listen to the new Asari. Though somewhat stocky, Firas noted that she was not unattractive.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Ashana flipped on her small omni-tool, its purple-pink glow illuminating her features as she reclined on her couch looking out the observation deck window.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Taseer... could you send Kala to my room?</span>She asked.<br/><br/>There was a moment of silence, then,<span style="color: Navy"> Sure.</span>By the tone of her voice, the engineer wasn't asking why because she was too busy to care.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: Green">Here- </span>One of the new engineer crewman said, lifting the part to give to Kala who was standing slightly above him on a lift. He took the spent unit she had just removed from her, handing off the new piece then walking to the pile of crates nearby to drop the old piece off for disposal. As Kala worked to install it, her omni-tool opened, Taseer's voice speaking over it.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Kala, the other Asari wants to talk to you. Ashana. Just go see what she wants. Don't take too long. We're close enough to working condition that I'd like to just get it done.</span>She said.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Ashana waited, content to relax. She had her legs crossed and one arm draped resting on the back of the sofa, the other resting in her lap. It was a strange prospect to Ashana, saying thank you. The phrase had only been useful to her when someone gave her a reasonable tip. Thanks was a foreign thing on Omega, seldom used by those who called the station home. Barely veiled threats were the communication method of choice. Touch me and I'll kill you. Steal from me and I'll kill you. Keep giving me a good deal or I'll kill you. But she wasn't a resident of Omega anymore, she reminded herself.<br/><br/>She continued waiting until her door alerted her that someone was requesting entry. She reached down and tapped a key on her omni-tool, sending a message through the new interface with the Acheron to open it, then returned her arm across the back of the sofa.  She looked at Kala, standing in the doorway, regarding the human girl. She was sweaty, the hours spent working on the ship showing clearly on her.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Kala... come in. Would you like a drink?</span>she asked, motioning to the small bar against the wall with a few select vintages Ashana had always enjoyed stocked.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Please sit.</span>She gestured to the sofa opposite.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">You look like you've been working hard, relax for a minute.</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>A Salarian silhouette appeared at the frosted patrician in the tech lab. It reached out, and tapped the alert on the interface for the presently closed sliding door. A tone sounded in the little living space that had been created for Milenya, alerting her that someone was at her door.<br/><br/>Beruut stood in the tech lab, waiting for her to open the door.<span style="color: YellowGreen">It's Doctor Beruut, the ship's medic. We haven't been introduced... is this a bad time?</span><br/><br/>He looked around the tech lab, at the equipment in it. Of all the decks on the Acheron, it was the least used. The lab had been for R&D aboard the active combat vessel, but after Cantenelli's acquisition of it, such ventures had been unnecessary. The equipment had all been condensed, leaving barely any space between machines so that the new Asari's living quarters could be fitted into the lab. It was good that the lab might see some use. He had always felt bad that he had never had need of it. Such expensive equipment always deserved use.<br/><br/>The door opened and the Salarian nodded curtly to Milenya, the formality of his education showing in the precision of his posture. He offered a hand in greeting.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Dr. Beruut Maleron, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dr. I must say, its been some time since I've had the privilege to be in the company of another intellectual. Though, I am surprised that a Doctor of Archaeological Applied Science from the Armali University would be on Omega. May I ask how you came to be on this station?</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>