The rush of fire from the incendiary round washed over Darion and his leather's, and making him thankful the half duster overcoat was actually a form of leather to keep the heat off him pretty well.  After a moment to make sure there were no secondary explosions, Darion finally pulled himself off the ground to look at the now burning interior of the bar and the thugs retreating out the back of the place.<span style="color: Orange">“Wow...”</span>He muttered a little before moving over to the Krogan and offering to help him up with an outstretched hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: Orange">“You and your friend really know had to party.  Burning an entire bar down.  Now that's a party.”</span>Darion said with a grin as he either helped Raj up off the ground, or watched him get up if he refused the help.  The only thing that drew his attention from the Krogan was the sounds of the quickly nearing Security forces coming to the Burning bar.<span style="color: Orange">“But the party crashers are coming.  We need to go now friend, unless you want to spend some time in an Illium Prison.  Let's follow where that Salarian and your Quarian friend before Security gets here.”</span>While making the suggestion, he motioned in the direction more commotion and gunshots were coming from.<br/><br/>Without any more hesitation Darion followed his own suggestion, not really knowing anything else to do, maybe they could find out where the Salarion was going and nab him before security did, or before they are found by security.<span style="color: Orange">“Hey, I think in Infinity, you guys said you were looking for more crew members.  Could you use a soldier weapons and demolitions expert?”</span>He thought he should just ask while they moved.<br/><br/>…..........................<br/><br/><span style="color: Magenta">“Most ships I have seen do Require almost constant care...  though, by your description and the looks of everything, this ship actually sounds fun to maintain.  Unlike the said flying piece of crap.”</span>She said, though her face smiling in relief as it all suddenly sounded like she was going to survive this encounter caused by her own stupidity.  That was the biggest relief and she wouldn't have to use all the money she took from her previous ship as a bribe for her life.  But... wait, he was making it sound like he was going to have her stay here in return by his words.  That was what made a smile spread on her face, the thought that she actually would be able to stay on the ship as a mechanic<br/><br/>She stayed silent for the time being while the list of damage reports were being read off by the pilot, and she couldn't help but whistle in surprise as it was all brought up.<span style="color: Magenta">“Wow, just from firing the weapons and accelerating so fast?  Must be something wrong with some of the parts or not compatible parts were used in repairs.  A ship would be useless if it had to have it's basic systems overhauled so often.”</span>She said, seeming to forget where she was at the thoughts of the needed repairs for the ship.  Oh, she really wanted to look at the systems now, it had to be amazing to be as powerful as he was saying, but it sounded as if whoever maintained it wasn't doing a great job, or providing the incorrect parts.<span style="color: Magenta">“Yeah, I am sure I can...”</span>She said positively answering him.<br/><br/>Though, when he said she couldn't look at any restricted information, the positive happy look on her face deadened a bit.  Weren't schematics or blueprints usually considered restricted information?<span style="color: Magenta">“Umm, will I at least be able to access the information I would need to make repairs when needed... I think those are usually what are listed as Restricted on most ships?”</span>she just had to ask because it would get her familiar with the ship faster than actually having to go through and look at all the parts separately.  It wasn't likely he would let her take any of it apart to figure out.  She couldn't help but wince though at how his hand tightened it's grip.<br/><br/>Then came the introductions for the main crew around them all.  Kala followed the Human as he went around with the introductions, some like the pilot having next to no reaction to the introductions, just a wave of the hand.  Or the Asari, Airea, who didn't react at all, even though Kala couldn't help but let her eyes linger on the lavender colored woman, getting the feeling she would have to work under her most often with the title.  She had to admit that the alien was attractive, and usually Kala wasn't attracted to other woman, but Shira would probably draw much more attention.  She just returned the nod to the Salarian, and thanked him for working on her cheek after the bullet had struck it.<br/><br/>The Quarian woman who had put the shotgun to her back, and then the boot in her back drew a bit more attention than the rest though.  Her suit was spectacular in appearance, she swore some parts looked like they had been designed like a stripper's outfit, and it appeared like it hugged her curves under the suit, displaying them more.  The complete opposite of what Kala usually wore, baggy clothing or something with plenty of pockets for tools, and she didn't mind getting dirty.<span style="color: Magenta">“Yo.”</span>was all she gave in reply to the Quarian's greeting.<br/><br/>Falkris got little more than a glare from Kala before she replied.<span style="color: Magenta">“Feelings mutual.  I right now probably like you as much as you like me Turian.”</span>During the introductions Kala finally tood up from her sitting position, and stretched her back to get the soreness from the boot out of her spine.<span style="color: Magenta">“You already got my name, but might as well be proper and introduce myself, I'm Kala Whiteriver, an engineer and technician.  Thanks for speaking up and helping me.”</span>She introduced herself, especially to Firas and the New Asari that walked in that she hadn't gotten the name of.<br/><br/>Ashana drew Kala's attention more than either of the women already introduced.  She was beautiful, especially when compared to Shira and Airea, and completely overshadowing Kala in looks.  The tight black outfit she wore just accented it.  'Wow, she is beautiful... wait, what am I thinking?  I know I am strait!'  She thought to herself before shaking her head a bit and nodding to the Captain.<span style="color: Magenta">“Ok, It shouldn't take me long, half an hour at the most to get to that ship and get my stuff and get back.”</span>Her attitude seemed to have completely changed from being scared earlier, he was now offering her something she obviously wanted, to work on this ship, she wasn't scared for her life anymore.<br/><br/>Just as she said, Kala departed immediately to get her things as soon as she was given the chance, leaving the ship just before Cantenelli, Firas and Ashana and moving at a fast walk the way she ad come the first time.  On the shorter walk, she made sure to bring out the Chit with it's light security and transfer the 60,000 credits on it into her own personal account, storing them in her personal credit chit in her pocket.  The Phoenix itself was only guarded by some of the crew unloading the cargo and the captain thankfully was not there when she boarded it and headed to her bunk room to gather her small amount of personal items.  Other than the clothing the only things she worried about was a metal sealed box of personal tools and omnitool parts she had gathered for her use, and a picture.  The picture itself was her as a young teen, maybe 14 years old if she remembered right, and both her parents in front of the engine on the ship she was born on.  It was her most prized position other than an old necklace with a flint arrow head and a feather attached to the leather string.  It was her mothers until she was 14 as well.<br/><br/>The necklace she put over her head and then tucked under her shirt and the picture into her duffel bag ontop of her cloths.  She left the captain's empty credit chit with a note, she wouldn't be back, she had found a much better ship that didn't deserve to be in a scrap heap.  With that she made her way out of the ship, not really bothering with any goodbye's or anything like that.  As promised, she returned to the ship in under 30 minutes carrying the metal case with her omnitool parts, and a duffel bag of her cloths and personal belongings.<br/><br/>Of course she had no idea where the crew quarters were where she could place the bags down, or, now that she thought about it, neither did she know where the engineering was at all...  Instead she headed strait for the elevator she could see at the back of the CEC, and behind the Galexy map.  This thankfully showed her where to go as she pressed the hologram next to the door that said engineering.  There she put her bag and tools off to the side, out of the way of anyone walking around to look for Airea.  Once she found the woman, she spoke up after clearing her throat.<span style="color: Magenta"> “Umm, the captain said to join you down here, what would you need me for?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>