<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Mechanic<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>21st December 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Enviro-suit with orange overlays<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Hydroponics<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Requested assistance<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sink<br/><br/>"Christmas? Isn't that a festival of sorts for humans?" The quarian cooed curiously, that while Omega stayed largely on her mind, the holiday was a discussion that peeked her interest.<br/><br/>Inwardly Rue's thoughts centered on giving Min a stern 'talking' to when they were to return to her quarters, although talking would more or less be a few tweaks rather than anything verbal, the quarian both elated but also terribly embarrassed by the program's brazen efforts. At times it was amusing although with her current responsibility in the chief engineer's presence, she thought it better to keep proper even with their conversation growing far more personal than the xeno imagined. While her own emotional struggles were aired much to her thankfulness, Rue did not expect to have Sink's own affairs laid out in return, sharing despite the possibility of dredging up old wounds and fears. It was a touching notion as the quarian reclaimed the spade to begin unearthing the last pod while she listened respectfully, keeping her visor turned to her work while also shouldering some to keep him in view.<br/><br/>It was no secret that Sink had been a solider previously, as many seemingly were on the crew, that while the title alone said enough his view of matters that circled back to Rue's ultimate fears were made more from experience than her unknown one. His tale was like many others no doubt in his same position, a tactical and practical way about of seeing matters that to the uncertain quarian, at least initially was cut and dry; the art of war did not play fair at times, it was ruthless, heavy hitting, and ultimately always held the stink of death in even the best of cases. It was a matter that Rue had little experience within personally, as aside from the basic necessity of combat training as every good quarian had done before and no doubt after her, her world outside of the Flotilla had been largely unknown. The killer instinct to stamp out enemies with precision and without a second thought a hindrance, that if she had been a part of any real fire exchange, she very well would have found her hesitation fatal. For a moment she would pause in her shoveling to give a solemn glance down to the neat hole she had created, it's symbolism not lost on her with the weight of Sink's vivid descriptions gave her.<br/><br/>"That sounds like it had been quite terrifying Sink, if it is too much to speak of...you don't have to do so on my regard." Rue mused quietly, the clear damage left behind having been inspected as the engineer had went about his own duties. In a strange way she felt similar in the regard of both their bodies having to have reinforcements of mechanical means in one form or another, with Sink and his cybernetics, and herself with the very suit that protected her all too feeble vitals; neither having asked for such and it was so familiar it was almost not thought of more than it needed to be. Shaking from her inward perspective however would come the small pearl of wisdom that ultimately made Rue turn to fully face Sink as he spoke, to celebrate Coaf's life and what he had given in order to give more of those precious moments to those around him." That is a beautiful sentiment Sink...I have perhaps been...selfish in my thoughts." Rue finally spoke after a few moments, taking a brief minute to shift the shovel to her other hand before bringing the other to rest over her omni-tool.<br/><br/>"I have not had to experience death myself from war or battles like many of you have, my junior years spent in isolation due to sickness. Perhaps it is that naivety that has made the experience of our mission so profound, as I have only seen death in the way of illness claiming those around my species...matters that guns and bullets can not defeat." The quarian explained in return to Sink's personal offering, feeling it was only kind to reward such  as she soon brightened.<br/><br/>"But I wish to do the same for all those upon this ship as well as our ultimate mission, that while I may have some reservations on taking a life...I would much rather have those celebrate life." Rue hummed,  the spy of a droplet of moisture from Sink's eye however caught as without a single thought the quarian leaned over to lightly dab it away with the tip of a slender finger." Right Sink?" she tried her best to convey the smile she wore beneath her visor as she did so, the engineer having lifted her spirits and so of course she wished to do the same for him.<br/>