This was how Darion would always want to wake up if he could.  Arms wrapped around a beautiful woman after a night of sex, even with having to be careful due to injuries to her person.  Especially good was that the said woman was a beautiful, even if she won’t admit it, purple skinned Asari soldier Maethia.  The woman, who was probably decades older than him, was lying pressed against his body, and his arms around her.<br/><br/>The night before had been definitely exciting as soon as they had entered Ashana’s room.  The striptease followed soon after by both darion and Maethia… enjoying eachother’s company for a while until Ashana kicked them out.  The pair had retreated to the crew quarters and one of the beds… it was obvious that they weren’t the first ones with the idea either.  Some of the other bunks were occupied by pairs, so they had found an open bunkbed for their long night.<br/><br/>Darion had woken up a few minutes ago, and was just lying there, against the woman.  Enjoying the feel of her body against him.  All the while idly running his fingers over the skin over her stomach.  That was unfortunately ended only a few short moments with the loud announcement from the captain.  It made him thankful he had only had the small amount of alcohol.  The tone and volume of his voice would have sent his head pounding.   It was good that he didn’t have to worry about that at least.<br/><br/>Of course the voice woke Maethia up as well.  So before she could even really be very aware, Darion pushed himself up to roll her over to kiss her once before speaking up.<span style="color: green">“Come on, time to get back to work.  No more fun for a while."</span>After that though he rolled out of bed to head to get a shower, not even bothering to get dressed.<br/><br/>……………………………<br/><br/>The first time Kala came to awareness after the comforting black of her sleep was the very rude, loud and, after a moment painful.  Just hearing that booming voice was enough to get the dark haired girl groaning.  That was not the way a drunk would ever want to be woken up… with that old man’s yelling voice in their ears.   That damn voice just caused a painful pulsing in her head in time with her heart.<br/><br/>If it wasn’t for Taseer, Kala would have just gone back to sleep.  She didn’t realize yet what position she was in, that it wasn’t the Asari’s arm over her waist.  Though it would come to her rather quickly with the increase in her headache.  As soon as the Arari’s hand met flesh, Kala let out a loud yelp and rolled over quickly with her eyes opening.  That ended up but being a bad mistake as she sat up too fast… pain rushed to her head almost immediately.<span style="color: sienna">“Ow… my head.”</span>She grumbled while rubbing her ass where Taseer had smacked her.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Really woman…  That stung.  Turian cum?… Oh, now I remember…”</span>was all Kala got out as the flashes of memory barely got past the alcohol haze.  And nowhere near all the night revived in her mind at all.  There were at least some big gaps in her memory.  Though what little she could remember made a deep blush come to her face as she used her arms to try covering up a bit.<span style="color: sienna">“umm… can we please not mention this… especially you Turian... to anyone?”</span><br/><br/>Shy Kala was back.  As she was trying to cover herself though she felt the filth covering her body.<span style="color: sienna">“Right… shower sounds good…. Um… bye.”</span>Kala said before making a hasty retreat while gathering her cloths and beating a hasty retreat.  In the back of her mind, seeing where she was a mess, She couldn’t help but be thankful that it hadn’t been a human that she had spent the drunk night with.<br/><br/>When she finally got to the meeting area, with barely a minute to spare before she found a spot on the wall to stand.  A damp grey tanktop and plain mid-thigh length shorts was all she was really wearing.  Other than the towel she was using to dry her long hair that hung down to almost her waist.  She found a spot near Taseer to grumble though the pain throbbing in her head.  Past taking the coffee offered, she stayed quiet and listened.  At least she had the brains to understand it all, if her brain wasn’t throbbing to try escaping her skull.<br/><br/>………………………………….<br/><br/>Darion had gotten himself dressed in a plain set of cargo jeans and a black shirt.  He had gotten a shower and shave in the time he had been given, so he was completely ready for the meeting, and had gotten here in time to get the last table chair.  Then they got the long briefing underway, and the information was a bit interesting.  Even though he couldn’t quite understand all the language they were using while referring to the situation on the site on the last planet.  But by the sound of it, these things were Husks like those from the stories of Commander Shepard.  But older than he could even imagine.<br/><br/>At least that was what he understood about this whole thing from what they were saying.  And he had to agree with what he guessed that their sentiment was.  They were all lucky to be alive.  And also, the Husks weren’t geth created, but geth excavated most likely…  Ok, he had no real idea what to make of all this…  other than trouble.<br/><br/>The sentiment at least kept him quiet as the doctors spoke and analyzed what had happened.  What those things were from what they had all seen.  And the records they had recovered.  Soon after it went to sorv saying he had seen the thing that had made these husks.<span style="color: green">“Ah, so real bad luck triggered an alarm that brought all hell on us… then it was like Firas said… God my luck is horrid how this shit always happens to the teams I am on.”</span>it also sounded like if it had been anyone other than a combat trained person that had fallen on the place, then they would all be husks.  They were lucky on that pat.<br/><br/>Darion stayed silent again as the captain went through and gave them all the details, on the SPECTRE, and their now failed mission.  There was no chance of finding their old objective anymore.<span style="color: green">“Agreed… we do not have the means to continue to pursue this anymore…”</span>though he paused when the captain turned it over to him concerning the discussion and information he had gotten before about his own mission.<br/><br/>Darion sighed before standing up, remembering the details from his own mission.<span style="color: green">“They were pirates and slavers… but sir, it may actually give us some credits to offset our losses from this mission… if we are lucky.”</span>As he said that, Darion stood up from his chair and leaned on the table.<span style="color: green">“Can you bring up the dossier information on the slaver we are talking about, and the solar system information?”</span>he asked and waited the moment for it to be displayed.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“The target is the pirate Tyler Desmond.  The picture displayed now is the most recent information from the broker we last met on his appearance.  The last known location of his base was Armstrong Nebula, Hong system, planet Casbin.   He is currently a slave trader, especially focusing on selling mostly sex slaves of all races for the Batarian government.  As a side he also will sell labor worker slaves.”</span>That was his summery of the information that he had sent to the display that they had been using.  The following information came up on the holo-display.<span style="color: green">"His death and the crippling of his organization is the mission."</span><br/><br/><i>//PROFILE 120z998s_00045h<br/>
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NAME: Tyler, Desmond<br/>
AGE: 36<br/>
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Known Associates: {REDACTED}<br/>
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Whereabouts :: 2185<br/>
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* The following is a list of the last places he was seen, including pictures from various security footage. The man in the pictures has a military style crew cut, and shrapnel scars on the right side of his face. Several of the pictures show him surrounded or nearby a group of men, mostly human, that look as rough as they come. The final entry indicates that he is currently set up as a slave trader in the Armstrong Nebula, Hong system, planet Casbin - a council no fly zone due to the planet's developing ecosystem.*<br/>
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// Supplementary :: <br/>
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Desmond has migrated his operation to the outer rim. He's presently raiding colonial installations for stock. All indications are that he is selling to the Batarian Hegemony and various pirate groups. He appears to presently focused on the sex slave industry, with occasional dealings for labor workers. According to similarities in port logs, he piggy backs his operation with several supply freighters that move between colonies - picking up desirable slave stock and shipping them around with the freighter lines. Transaction and bank account records indicate that he is indeed bribing the crews of the freighters. Cheaper than maintaining his own vessels. Smart.*<br/>
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// TRANSMISSION : END;</i><br/><br/>After that moment pause, Darion continued.<span style="color: green">“I honestly can’t promise any guaranteed payment for this mission.  Your payment would come from whatever we can recover from this pirate or his base… or the base itself if there is one.  The payment will be the salvage.  Anything useable you can keep.  My only request is to be put in a room alone with the bastard so I can ram my knife into his gut, or put a bullet in his skull myself…”</span>he paused to see what they all thought about the mission.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“So… since we seem to have had bad luck on our last mission.  This is just an option I am presenting…”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>