Kala immediately blushed brightly at what Taseer said, and especially implied<span style="color: sienna">“Bite me Taseer.  That’s not what happened.  She really just did want to talk.”</span>She replied before moving to where shewas told to go check out.  Her blush still there.  It is quite possible that it might have gone that way if Kala had been drunk… that thought made her blush even brighter as she tried to shake the image out of her head.<span style="color: sienna">“Ok, on my way to the forward battery.  Kala out”</span><br/><br/>In the forward battery she ended up finding herself alone.  Guessing that the rest of the crew was done in here.<span style="color: sienna">“Good, some time to cool down.”</span>She muttered before walking over to the mini mass effect core that powered the guns.  There she began running her Diagnostics, connecting to the ship network and displaying a readout as she triggered the mass effect core to sent a trickle of energy out through the conduits.  She watched what was happening on her new omnitool’s display.<br/><br/>As she watched, the diagnostic program began showing the energy flow as green while it traveled through all the conduits.<span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45)">“Ok, looks good…  may need a bit of fine tuning later, but working now.”</span>She said, reading everything on the readouts.  Not as efficient as it should be, but everything…<span style="color: sienna">“Fuck…”</span>as the diagnostics ran, Kala noticed one of the new power regulation buffers display red on her screen and all the power was going through the secondary regulator.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“What the hell That was supposed to have been replace.  Why is it red?”</span>Nothing else was showing anything but average performance.  After reviewing the part, she moved over to where the regulators between the Core and the guns were located.  Finding the panel she keyed in the code to open it to see inside.  The inside of the compartment was dark, none of the active lights that there was supposed to be, even if the regulator was faulty there were supposed to be some lights showing.  After a few moments of studying the diagnostics she got nothing.<span style="color: sienna">“Why am I getting…  duh.  Morons.”</span>She cursed as she reached into the compartment under the regulator.  She found the loose wire that she was looking for.  That she plugged into the primary feed to the regulator that allowed the computer to connect and control the regulator.  Afterwords she keyed the initialization for the regulator and everything came back online.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Ok, Taseer, Kala here.  The forward battery is up and green.  Most everything looks fine.  The new crew forgot a step or two.  The primary power regulator for the cannons was not connected to the computer nor initialized so it wasn’t getting any of the power going through it.  It’s green now.  The crew you wanted me to check on are in the Cargo bay right?”</span><br/><br/>………………………………..<br/><br/>Darion’s eyes followed where Shira mentioned and saw the top of some equipment there.<span style="color: seagreen">“Good to know.  Guess I have to thank her for buying it then.”</span>Darion stated before turning back to the display, hearing the new girl get ready for her own shooting.<br/><br/>Darion watched the shooting of this ‘modified’ mattock a bit, pleasantly surprised with her shooting.  She was not a normal asari by any means if she could control a mattock on full auto to get that many hits.<span style="color: seagreen"> “Not bad…”</span>he began before suddenly being interrupted by Ashana apparently deciding to join them from sulking in her room.  He looked over at her standing there before she approached their little group.<br/><br/>It wasn't exactly clear what she was feeling, but then he had never been able to read people when they didn't make their emotions obvious.  Had she finally realized her mistake and decided to change her own weakness of not?<br/><br/>At Sorv’s comment he grinned a bit.<span style="color: seagreen">"That would probably be me, I like making sure I hit my target.”</span>Though seeing her look at the rifle and then all of the team who had been on Bekenstein, Darion dropped the light grin.  Ok, maybe she hadn't gotten over it yet, something was still on her mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Hand-to-hand huh?”</span>darion said, moving over to place his avenger back on the rack before moving over to her.<span style="color: seagreen">“Sure, I’ll volunteer to get my ass kicked.”</span>He said with a shrug.  He thought that would be likely with what Firas had said she had fought hand to hand without a weapon.   But it didn't look like anyone was all that eager.  Oh this would suck with a hangover headache pound.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>