Kala was relieved a bit when it was at least confirmed that Shira would survive.<span style="color: sienna">“Ok.  As long as she will live.”</span>She mumbled as she held the Quarian’s hand as she was unconscious.  At least until their captain joined them.  When he came into the base, she became very aware of her lack of cloths.  She only dropped the hand when she moved to cover herself until their environment suits were brought to them.<br/>…………………………………..<br/><br/>Darion, once the slaver boss had his brains splattered over the walls, moved over to a wall where he slumped down on and leaned against.  He was losing too much blood.<span style="color: green">“Sorry, I’m not going to be much help out there.  I don’t have a full clip right now… Plus I am too hurt and it is catching up with me.”</span>He grumbled from where he sat.  Disappointed that he actually couldn’t be able to join in on the party outside, but his injury was really catching up to him.<br/><br/>Thankfully he didn’t have too long to be disappointed before Their rescue showed up in the form of the captain.  It was a relief.  Now it looked like he would be able to get medical attention.<br/><br/>//////////////////////////////////////<br/><br/>The days that passed for them both were little more than a blur for both the soldier and the engineer.<br/><br/>Kala was happy that all she had needed was some medications to counteract the radiation she was exposed to.  Within 20 minutes she was out of the infirmary and into the rest of the ship.  After everything that had happened down on that planet she couldn’t really join everyone in their happy attitude.  Thoguh she could put on a smile for the rest of the crew.  At least for everyone but that Turian from before when he pinched her ass.  He earned a glare from her before she wandered down take a shower and get dressed in real cloths before disappearing into the engineering bay.<br/><br/>Darion on the other hand didn’t let it become a blur.  After he was bandaged, and the blood transfusion, he went out to see what was all the fus.  Darion was under no false assumption that this mission was a success.  Thye had been almost decimated, and the slaves that he had intended to free had been all killed.  To Darion, even with the main objective complete, felt this mission was a resounding failure.  He understtod the reason behind letting the rest of the crew think it had been a success.  Thye needed the motivation of a win.  He at least hoped that the captain found something on the base to deserve actually going there.<br/><br/>///////////////////////////////////<br/><br/>Darion knew exactly what he needed to do as soon as they reached the planet.  On the trip there, while he was healing, Darion went through his supplies and what repairs of his gear he could.  Not much of it did much good.  He needed a major upgrade to get a set of fitted armor like the one the slaver had.  One that had the strength and other augments that his armor had to give him such an advantage.  Too bad he didn’t have the money for that.<br/><br/>Thus, when they made dock, Darion knew his intentions for this stop at a dock.  Take what money he had and see what he could find to augment his armor.  As well as some upgrades for his Mattock.  Then, take what was left and visit a strip club, or some dive bar to get drunk and get into some brawls.<br/><br/>He arrived in the CIC in time to hear some of the conversation between Sorv and Ashana.  Then Sorv and Firas.  Sounded like their plan was about the same as his own.<span style="color: green">“Hey guys, maybe I will run across you guys in the club after shopping later.  It all depends on how much my shopping costs.”</span>He said a moment before the captain called out and stopped them.<br/><br/>Darion couldn’t help but whistle in surprise at the amount they each were given.  250,000?  Hell, he could buy a whole new military armor and still have more than enough to pay for a night in a high class strip club/brothel. On the planet.<span style="color: green">“Wow, didn’t know he had those kinds of funds.  This makes my job easier.  Just need to find somewhere that sells human armors.”</span><br/><br/>With that thought in mind he started to move on where he could find what he needed.  Would the market have what he wanted or would he need to find some form of black market here?  Well, he could ask at least.  His eyes, with that thought in mind, moved along the dock before following where Ashana had been moving.  He had seen the ad for the barracks, but he needed full armor, not weapons.   Where she stopped and talked with a concierge at one of the Kiosks, that seemed like a good place to start..  Darion started walking that way as well after Ashana left.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Good evening beautiful.  Would you happen to know a place that sells full sets of armors?”</span><br/><br/>……………………………<br/><br/>Kala on the other hand, had no idea what she wanted to do once they docked.  She knew some things she wanted, but she was definitely more at home near the ship’s core.  That is where she was.  Working on calibrating and fine tuning the core’s energy output when the captain came down to engineering.  She heard footsteps approaching, which caused her to look over her shoulder to see that it was Cantenelli.  Immediately she turned to look at the captain.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Captain?!”</span>she explained as he approached her.  She got immediately scared that she would get kicked from the ship for something.<span style="color: sienna">“Welcome to engineering.  I think Taseer is over there somewhere.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>