Cantenelli's omni-tool quietly buzzed that he had received a message, but he ignored it, keeping his attention on Maehtia. He was pleased that she wasn't asking any questions. Her commando training was showing.<span style="color: Blue">Good. Oh -</span>The human interjected, remembering the ground crew,<span style="color: Blue">There was one further -</span><br/><br/>He stopped as another Asari approached. His hand drifted casually to the predator at his side. She didn't look the mercenary type, but anything mounted on a person's hip said "gun" to Cantenelli, and this Asari had such a device. Though, he noted, if it was a collapsed pistol, it wasn't of a design he was familiar with. Maethia responded to the Asari, Cantenelli remained quiet, still regarding her. His eyes returned to his original companion as she offered to get her things.<span style="color: Blue">No... no need for that yet. My vessel is going to be re-docking soon for rearming and maintenance. You can board with your equipment once we know where it'll be.</span><br/><br/>He looked at the intruding Asari, his stare was hard, uninviting.<span style="color: Blue">You'll have to forgive my hesitance. A lifetime of trained caution dies hard. You are?</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The minutes Kala waited rolled on, one after the other. Whatever sounds of argument or transaction taking place in the back office were completely muted. What parts were on display were largely junk parts older space craft - only a select few were of any value. Somewhere behind a wall or ceiling panel, a circuit occasionally buzzed as it shorted. A pair of Turians walked by outside, laughing at some joke. Gunshots in the distance.<br/><br/>Time continued to tick by. A Batarian's voice spoke up over the broadcast system outside the shop noting news events, among them something about Batarian's rights to slavery as part of their caste system.<br/><br/>The back office door opened without warning and Taseer emerged, flustered. She went over the counter, rather than wait to figure out how to open it.<span style="color: Navy">Screw him. Just take them.</span>She said as she noticed the few parts Kala had found.<br/><br/>She exited the store, and advanced away from it a dozen paces before stopping and taking a deep breath, the over recycled air feeling fresh in her nostrils compared to the atmosphere of the office.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Mickey, we've got a supplier for this round. I'm leaving the engineering crew hires to you.</span>She said, trying to suppress her aggravation.<br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Uhh, roger that.</span>The pilot replied shortly.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Miserable shit.</span>Taseer muttered under her breath.<span style="color: Navy">Well.</span>She looked at Kala, putting her hands on her hips and taking a heavy breath.<span style="color: Navy">We've got what we need.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Mickey, have you got a dry-dock yet?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Almost.</span><br/><br/>Taseer turned off the comm and muttered,<span style="color: Navy">Well hurry up,</span>angrily.<span style="color: Navy">Kala, lets hit up Tuhi district and get you what you need for a new omni-tool.</span>She said to her human companion, starting toward the skycar landing zones to get another cab.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The dancer that had accompanied Darion straddled him, moving in time with the rhythm.<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Normally touching costs extra...</span>She whispered in his near, her blue-violet lips brushing his cheek.<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">But...</span>She reached down and took his arm, guiding his hand up her side to her breasts.<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Its anything you want today...</span><br/><br/>She lowered herself onto his lap, legs spread, she moved he hips forward feeling the human's arousal, moving to the beat. She turned her head and watched the dancers entertaining Firas. The lead dancer brig fondled by her partner bit her lip, eyes closed as the other woman explored her body, squeezing and massaging her exposed breasts, playing with her nipples. The asari in Darion's lap leaned away from him and likewise ran her fingers beneath the center seam on her uniform, opening it from her cleavage to below her belly button, the glistening hexagonned material falling away from her midsection, exposing her to Darion.<br/><br/>Sorv, in the meantime was up and dancing with the other asari whose had her back turned, grinding against him.<span style="color: DarkOrange">So, Ashana used to work here?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Mmmm, yes she did. Everyone's favorite, too... She never said why she left.</span><br/><br/>The asari in Darion's lap looked at him, running her fingers through his short hair.<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Yes she was... She still comes in occasionally and does a routine. Hasn't been around for a while, though.</span>The asari took Darion's hand and guided it down across her pelvis to her exposed inner thigh, the edge of his hand brushing the meager material covering her groin.<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Wanna take it off?</span><br/><br/>Firas' dancer was having more clothing removed from her by her partner as well. The lead woman turned her back on Firas, facing her dancing companion who proceeded to removed the upper half of the outfit from her, opening it at the appropriate seams, and removing its pieces until all she wore were the black boots that rode up to her hips and the black skin tight thong.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>