Sorv had little better to do as the other suited up than fiddle with his rifle, triple checking the modifications. The moment Milenya's clothes came off, though, the rifle was back on the workbench, with him leaning against it, arms crossed watching. He looked at Darion, nodding in approval at what they were seeing.<br/><br/>Firas looked up from his armor, pausing, surprised by the doctor's decision. The briefest thought crossed his mind that she could have retreated to her private quarters to put on the gear. But, the thought didn't last. He kept working, putting on his armor pieces, but didn't pretend that his eyes were not frequently wandering.<br/><br/>Ashana too paused, stopping as she was about to pull her arm into the sleeve of the suit. She raised her brow and glanced down at the suit, wondering if for some reason the wearer had to be naked. She had never worn something like it before. Given how well it fit, she doubted that bare skin was at all necessary - but then, Milenya wasn't wearing something skin tight to begin with.<br/><br/>When Maethia too disrobed, Firas once again pause and couldn't help but smirk at the course of events. Two attractive Asari stripping down completely in the same room - neither of whom were being payed. If nothing else it pulled his mind from the bad feeling that pulling at the back of his mind.<br/><br/>Ashana watched the other Asari strip, enjoying the show. But, as Maethia's bare skin hit the air, she sighed heavily.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Well, I guess there's nothing to be done about it now.</span>She said, and began removing the EVA suit. If two of the three Asari were going to get naked, then she would be damned before she became the one unwilling to join in the nude festivity - even though it was completely unnecessary.<br/><br/>She kicked off the EVA suit and undid the seam running down her chest, making no fuss as she pulled her clothing open, baring herself to the open air. She didn't rush as Milenya did, and didn't bother trying to fake modesty. She had stripped herself bare before more people than this thousands of times - many of those times being followed by some carnal act. Her breasts drooped a little into their natural form, no longer restrained by clothing. She pulled her arms out of the outfit, the tight material settling around her hips. She was still bruised on her left ribs where the kick from the assassin had broken them. Her light purple-blue nipples were already hardening - and not entirely from the ship's atmosphere. She loved teasing.<br/><br/>She turned around, facing the wall as she hooked her thumbs under the material around her waist. The scars scattered across her the back of her right shoulder had so far healed very well, but they would always be slightly visible. Ashana shifted her hips back and forth as she tugged the outfit down their swell, pulling it down her ass. Given the tightness of the material, she had to bend over and continue guiding it off herself to get it off. As she pulled ti down her thighs, she mused at the unabashed view she was giving everyone in the armory, the azure slit between her legs visible to everyone. She enjoyed the sensation of being watched, examined as she was.<br/><br/>When the outfit was off, she grabbed up the EVA suit and began pulling it back on, keeping her back to them.<br/><br/>Firas' attention had been completely broken from finishing putting on his armory as she disrobed. The shock of Ashana, a woman that had become a something dangerous, nothing less than a weapon in his mind, suddenly stripping down completely naked jarred his mind. He couldn't prevent himself from staring. He had always been amazed at her body, but ever actually seeing it was a thought he abandoned a long time ago. Something in her had changed for her to be willing to do something like that. He had to physically shake his head when she had pulled the EVA suit back over the swell of her ass to even have a chance at focusing on putting his armor on again.<br/><br/>Sorv had stared, likewise shocked, but in complete and utter bliss. All three of them.<span style="color: DarkOrange">Thank you god.</span>He said, with an enraptured sigh.<span style="color: DarkOrange">You three should do that again. A lot.</span><br/><br/>When Darion brought out the grenades. Sorv still couldn't quite manage to break his eyes from the Asari girls without one long last look.<span style="color: DarkOrange">Yeah.</span>He said, clearing his throat. Sorv pulled out a flash grneade and a frag from the crate.<span style="color: DarkOrange">Shiny. A show <i>and</i> new toys. This babysitting job is getting better all the time.</span><br/><br/>Once Firas had finished putting on his armor and double checking to make sure the new units were integrating to the power correctly, he likewise walked to the crate, pulling out three frags.<span style="color: Blue">Thank you Darion. I appreciate this.</span>He said, still dazed by what had just happened, and trying to keep his cool while he attached the grenades to the ports on his armor.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Thermal clips.</span>He said, pulling open one of the drawers, with row after row of clip set in it.<span style="color: Blue">Load up.</span>He pulled out as many as his armor would allow him to carry, then finally pulling his Revenant from the wall. He looked at the freshly modded gun. It was the first time he had a chance to use it, and no one expected there to be any fighting. Still, he thought, loading a clip into it and flipping the safety on. Better safe than sorry.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/>Meanwhile, in the lounge...<br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The members of the table all grinned in approval. One of the men saluted her,<span style="color: Green">Yes ma'am!</span>and quickly went to the bar to get the bottle and several shot glasses.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Alright, ladies...</span>Taseer said, looking around the table and picking up the deck of cards.<span style="color: Navy">The game is Skillian 5. Losing hand either takes a shot or loses an article of clothing. You're in until you're naked or pass out.</span>She began dealing.<br/><br/>The first round was won by Shira'Va with a blitz. Most of the table called for a shot, rather than lose any clothes.<span style="color: Navy">Luck.</span>Taseer said, opting to remove her jacket and discard it on the floor beside the table, revealing the shoulder cutoff of her sleeves.<br/><br/>Shira only chuckled as the deck was slid to her and she began shuffling, then dealing the cards. She folded soon after, muttering. The next hand went to one of the female crew members. Shira called for a shot, while Taseer lost a boot.<br/><br/>Several hands later, Taseer had managed to land a few wins, and one of the female crew was reduced to her pants and bra. Shira set her cards down and giggled, the alcohol having caught up to her.<span style="color: Navy">Come on there...</span>Taseer said, smirking at the Quarian.<span style="color: Navy">Pick one.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">Fine  fine fine... </span>She said, leaning back and fumbling with the seals on the right arm.<span style="color: Indigo">You know... these things are harder to get off than they should be.</span>She said, her slowly increasing inebriation making her finger's movements sloppy. After some fumbling, though, the seas cracked and she pulled the glove off.<br/><br/>Her skin had a subtle purplish hue, while her well kept nails were a off tone purple bordering on red.  She stretched her two fingers and thumb and tapped them on the table. Along the back of her hand was a line of every so slightly raised skin that was much darker than the rest of her hand. As it came to the center of her hand, it branched off  toward each of her fingers, for no more than an inch and ended in an elongated dot.<br/><br/>Shira looked at Kala, showing her the front and back of her hand as she noticed the interest.<span style="color: Indigo">Flesh and blood after all.</span>Kala couldn't see the smile behind the visor.<br/><br/>Taseer assessed Kala's state of inebriation and dress for a moment before the deck came back to her and she shuffled and dealt again. She was intent on her goal to get the human down to as little as possible - as much for her enjoyment as for her own good. Being modest aboard a vessel like the Acheron would prove more exhausting than it was worth.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Ashana had just finished closing up the suit when the armory door opened and Cantenelli looked in at them. Her mirth and excitement from the bare naked fun moments ago vanished as she saw the look on his face. There was a grave concern about him.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">The situation has changed. Get your kit and come on.</span>He said motioning for them to follow.<br/><br/>Ashana exchanged looks with the rest of the crew and grabbed a helmet and a Predator pistol with some clips. He draped her discarded clothing over her shoulder and followed Firas and Sorv out, the two having put their weapons on their backs. Cantenelli was waiting at the gangway to cockpit as the approached.<br/><br/>Ahead, Ashana heard Mickey speaking.<br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Zeona site, this is private frigate ICV Sudden Death, please respond.</span>He said, a few moments later repeating,<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Zeona site, repeat this is the ICV Sudden Death please respond.</span>Every few moments he repeated the phrase again.<br/><br/>As the group drew near to Cantenelli he looked down the gangway, starting toward the cockpit where Falkris was standing  already, staring out the wide cockpit window at a bright yellow point in space ahead of them.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">We came into range of the comm-booey for the dig site not too long ago.</span>Cantenelli said quietly as to not speak over Mickey's hailing attempts. The group filled the cockpit as Cantenelli took up a position standing beside off to the left of the pilot's chair.<br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">To anyone in Zeona airspace, this is the ICV Sudden Death. We have urgent business with the Prothean dig site on planets surface. Please respond!</span>Mickey said, growing frustrated and worried.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">What's the problem with the comm-booey?</span>Firas looked at Cantenelli.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">There isn't one.</span>Falkris said, not looking away from the window.<span style="color: Red">The booey is responding all systems nominal. That's the problem.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Please respond!</span>Mickey said muttered a curse under his breath. He looked at Cantenelli.<span style="color: MediumTurquoise">Nothing. Not a god damn thing. There's no static, no ping - nothing.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>