<span style="color: green">“Yeah, just slavers.  Much more relaxing that space zombies.”</span>Darion agreed with the captain  before he stepped away from the table, and they were all dismissed to get themselves some rest.  He would need some himself after the long night that last night was.  Being with soldier girls was always like that, and were not easy to exhaust.  The effect of the alcohol last night and the odd incense that Ashana had been burning had helped along.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Ok, I’m out then, going to work on some maintenance on my equipment before more sleep.  I’ll see y’all when we are getting ready for the mission.”</span>With that Darion moved out of the common room and towards the armory to disappear for some time before the mission.  Getting his rifle ready, and performing minor repairs on his armor’s systems.<br/><br/>……………………<br/><br/>Kala on the other hand, staying against the wall, cradling her pounding head with each word.  The mention of slavers did break through a little bit, she tried to hide the fear on her face.  The pain helped with that.  But, also, the thought of seeing slavers, like the people who had tried to imprison her, killed her family, and everything… seeing more of that trash die was a pleasant thought.<br/><br/>But another thought that wormed its way into her mind, maybe she could find some information about her mother, lost all those years ago to slavers.  It was hard to focus on that thought through her hangover, but it was something she made a note to think about when she could think clearly.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“I’ll think about checking it out later… I want more than 3 or 4 hours of sleep though… Good night.”</span>She replied to the asari at the mention of the special machine shop.  The hangover prevented her from actually thinking of any idea with that at the moment.<span style="color: sienna">“Maybe talk to me later if you have any ideas, you and Taseer…”</span>she grumbled after the meeting and everyone dispersed.<br/><br/>Downing the rest of her coffee, Kala grumbled to herself as she made her way out of the meeting room, towards crew quarters.  As soon as her head hit the pillow in her bunk near the window overlooking the core, it was lights out for her.  Coffee or no coffee.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>