<strong>NPCs:</strong>Engineers Gordo and Shez'a'Re<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilant Engineering<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Alice<br/><hr/><br/>"I'm telling you, no way."<br/><br/>"<em>I saw them myself, Gordo! Long sleek legs and curves to die for I tell you.</em>"<br/><br/>The duo of engineers-extraordinaire had been a blessing in disguise for the ship. The turian Gordo Sartos was an Armiger veteran who had somehow gotten recommended for higher education somewhere along his career and had taken to the propulsion of ships about as good as propulsion of a high-explosive payload. The quarian Shez'a'Re on the other hand had no fancy diplomas to flash around, just a life of Flotilla jumping until finally being discharged and dumped on the Citadel. Together they made a formidable team, but it wasn't for their engineering skills that Fera had reeled them in, although that certainly helped. They also smugglers-extraordinaire. They always had a whole dozen finger between them in pies around the galaxy and knew where you could find anything. It was just a question of what you could pay them to get it where you wanted it for discreet pickup.<br/><br/>"Why the hell would Geth need females for? And why... Just a moment." Gordo fell silent for a moment as he saw an unknown human approach. She certainly seemed to be this side of synth-town. "Unknown lady approaching our cargo." He whispered into the active omnitool before he turned to her, leaning nonchalantly against the large covered object that certainly didn't belong down in the engineering bay. One could see the core just behind him with workers being busy reading of essential numbers and tweaking the performance. Somewhere along the main panel one could see a lone pair of quarian legs stick out underneath it. Stepping out in the path of Alice he cleared his throat and tried the classic stern turian approach.<br/><br/>"Ma'am, this is a restricted area. I would like to see you credentials..." As far as he knew there was no such thing as credentials on the Vigilant. His mandibles contracted into a painful frown as his omnitool spouted. "<em>Well tell her whatever, just get her out of there!</em>" Lifting his wrist up to his mouth with a smile at Alice he produced the following reply: "She's standing next to me, Shez'a'Re. Well done. So, Ma'am, credentials?"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>NPCs:</strong>Fera Lacres<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fera's Office<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Nel'Taan<br/><hr/><br/>"Permission granted, come on in."<br/><br/>The hiss of the door drew her eyes up from the desk in front of her and onto the quarian officer. She could tell by a glance at him that he was about to go insane. Which she could give the man. His dossier had pretty much warned her beforehand, but she had good use of an officer of his caliber. The room itself was richly decorated, walls covered in photo frames and diplomas, most were turian equivalents of doctorates in psychology and inter-species diplomacy, as well as a whole bunch of military ribbons and awards. The ceiling was cluttered with models of starships hanging from thin strings above and one wall opposite a large reinforced glass pane facing the cold space outside was dedicated to weapons of many different sizes and uses, a Krogan warhammer the most eye-catching among them. Folding her hands over each other before nodding towards one of the three empty seats opposite her, she begun.<br/><br/>"I'd rather wait with my own matters until the others have arrived. But I suspect you have a request of your own, Captain?"