First Contact (Fal and Ygg)
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				Title: <strong>First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 23:26:21</strong>
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				Judging by the massive headache she had, Ezri could only fathom that alcohol was involved… too much alcohol, and probably the kind that involved large quantities at the bottom-shelf price. When her face scrunched from the agony, she felt the world twist violently to the side, as if at any moment she would go sliding along the cold metal floor, coming to a stop only when she crashed into a bulkhead. The woman wiggled her toes in order to test anchor, but immediately regretted the decision. That simple shift of a complex muscular system made it feel as if all of the bones in her skull shattered and began to grind and sliver into her brain all at once. It was enough to make her sick, but nothing more than a dry grunt managed to choke its way past her throat. She would never drink again.<br><br>If the headache wasn’t bad enough, then the stiffness in her neck and shoulders took a close second place. Funny, she mused, this wasn’t a side effect of any hangover she had ever experienced before, nor had she ever roused to the sound of curious clicking and popping coming from the right. She couldn’t be certain if it was music or some strange animal she had yet to know on Shanxi.<br><br>Shanxi… she had never reached Shanxi.<br><br>Ezri grunted and pulled her brows tightly together, forcing her eyes to open with one flutter at a time. Some leftover surge of adrenaline was prompting her to react, to move and defend herself, feeling the shadows of an old fight that no longer lingered. Still, she felt muscles coiling tight, instincts stretching out far around her to sense for a threat, and the clicking and popping soothed at her nerves almost as if it were trying to reassure her. The human was pretty certain she had swallowed a bird; it fluttered madly in her chest seeking an escape around the cage of her battered ribcage.<br><br>She blinked dark blue eyes, finding the images around her still blurry, but now she could make out a few facts. She was lying on her back, there were two others in this small room and both were leaning over her, shifting subtly, almost nervously while gentle fingers that belonged to a blue hand pushed her hair away from her face. That made seeing easier now that she didn’t have to filter images through the thick curtain of brown waves, but the images were more confusing the clearer they became. Blue skin, for starters. That was new. The clicking seemed to be coming from the mouth of some strange alien she had never seen before, and while it wore tailored clothes and looked harmless enough, the single word ‘alien’ still echoed in her mind. She should have bolted upright, perhaps made some sound of terrified surprise, but something had already gone through the transition of knowing that humans were no longer the only race in the universe.<br><br>She really needed to stop drinking so heavily.<br><br>She placed the brown and tan creature as a male, with an oblong shaped head that ended in two fleshy horns at the crest of its skull. Ezri couldn’t be certain if ‘horns’ was even a correct term, but it was the best word she had to describe them. Its eyes were large and held emotion that took her a little by surprise. It was just as uneasy staring down at her as she was staring up at it, yet there was curiosity brewing behind that sharp intelligence. As close to a horrible cliché as this creature looked, she didn’t feel threatened by its presence.<br><br>The woman kneeling at Ezri’s head looked startling similar to that of a human, although her skin also seemed to be iridescent in places and scaled. Hair was replaced by swooped back tendrils that laid flat to her scalp, and while her hands, lips, mouth and eyes seemed normal, whatever language she called her own seemed far more complex than the human tongue could piece together. She was young, too, but this age had more to do with the eyes and unease on her face than any signs of aging. Her fingers were shaking, and her voice seemed edged with panic. But at what?<br><br>Ezri tried sitting up, immediately regretting the decision, but committed all the way. The blue woman squeaked with fear and jerked back, but the other creature stayed where he kneeled, holding a strange device strapped at his wrist that created a 3-d image into the air. Slowly rotating on the screen was a picture of her, with scrolling figures that occasionally flashed with some significance. She noted that the image of her had red displayed over her skull and chest and down into one of her legs, but the worst of it seemed to be slowly fading. She could only assume that she was healing, even if her skull didn’t feel much better.<br><br>“What happened?”<br><br>The two creatures looked at one another, sharing a look that said they didn’t understand. More clicking and popping, more fearful flick of eyes in the woman’s direction by the blue-lady. Ezri placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to rub the tension away, stopping when she came away with a sticky sheen of blood. It was black, not red, although there was red from her own wounds there, too. So who had she killed? And when had she gotten close enough to them to be bled on?<br><br>“Ah…” She didn’t remember completely, but the violent swirl of combat creeped back into her memories. She had been fighting a large, brutish creature with a reptilian face and a shotgun; she had been luring him away from somewhere… her ship? Little more surfaced after that, just a rushing wave of blue light that threw her into a wall. She remembered the sound of impact, the crack of her ribs, the sickening wash of pain that filled her skull as she slid to the ground… how long ago was that? Long enough to make the blood sticky and dry in places, long enough to be in a strange room with these two. She rubbed her temple, showing more caution this time. The worst of it was fading back into a dull throb now.<br><br>“Plebot.” Ezri blinked, turning to look at the brown alien in his white clothes. It pointed to itself, all three fingers flat against its chest. “Plebot.” He said again, a little slower this time so that every sound would be distinct. <br><br>The blue woman shifted uncomfortably again, but pressed her own five-fingered hand against her chest and followed suit.”…Sheovasy.”<br><br>Names? Ezri supposed there were weirder things than this. “Plebot,” she said softly, pointing to the first alien, “Sheovasy,” she indicated the blue lady. “Ezri”, then she indicated herself. Plebot seemed far more pleased than she thought he should be, he clicked eagerly at Sheovasy, contentment pulling at his face. It was the first time Ezri had sense enough to make out the fact that he was blinking upwards, or that his pupils were horizontal slits. These flickered towards her when it noted her watching, and continued to blabber on in that strange language. She could only shake her head in confusion, looking at Sheovasy for answers. She managed to earn a flush of cheeks and some muttered words before the woman was up and off of her feet, moving away to a sliding door Ezri only now noticed. On the other side was another alien, this one obviously a guard of some sort, but through the armor it wore she couldn’t make out any details. Tall, a massive brute similar to the one she had fought before, but obviously not the same one. Sheovasy spoke to it, its grunted response as confusing to the human as all the others. It seemed to acknowledge the woman but she was quick to close the door, which locked in response.<br><br>Prisoners? Well… then these must be her cell mates. Or perhaps they were charged to see to her health? Ezri frowned, getting the sneaking suspicion that she was in far worse trouble than she had ever been in before. She didn’t like where all of this was leading, and with the curious glance she kept earning, it was clear that she was as surprised to see aliens as they were to see her. <em>So what’s the truth? Did all the other races discover each other long before?</em> And if that was the truth of it… what finally brought them all towards her part of space?<br><br>She had a sudden sinking feeling, and found no window or screen to tell her just where in the hell they might be. Did she remember that sickening rush of blood through her veins that always surfaced when they made a jump just before she blacked out? Hadn’t it happened a couple of times before hand? She remembered a commitment, a determination to lead these walking nightmares away, she remembered slamming her fist to against the door pad to seal the locks and isolate herself in with the others and away from the humans… She knew there wasn’t any going back.<br><br>Fragments of her memory only frustrated her, so with Plebot’s help Ezri came to her feet and began to pace. What else was there to do? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>22-03-2015, 01:48:34</strong>
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				There's little worse in the galaxy than Batarians.<br>- Cobirn Yazomi, Salarian Councilor before the Krogan Rebellion.<br><br>Drifting through the endless void of space, the lithe vessel, stealthed, appeared for all as a hunk of detritus from some bygone fight with Reapers or pirates. Inside, however, a shadowed figure stirred. Flicking a switch, bringing up some internal illumination that was ambient from the hard-light display from his arm, a dexterous digit flipped through screens of data quicker than most eyes could follow. The orbs of marbled pale blue, cracked with obsidian, flickered back and forth as it appeared to process data faster than he passed over it. Slowly the words came to an end, as the grimace spread through his features, green hues of flesh, pebbled from age and stress, formed a terrible visage that many a fugitive had seen before the Citadel Council had brought them back before the Council for judgment. <em>Being a Spectre does have some perks...</em> he thought as he stretched and groaned a weary sound.<br><br>"Sixteen hours..." he grumbled as he looked at the time ticking away. They should have been here by now, the information was solid; it always had been. The insignia of the Spectre Corps shimmered in the light before it winked out, as Septilus Narrian squinted back out into the inky depth of space. It was then that he saw it, a slight distortion in space, that his Turian eyes could pick out, just barely, that signified an incoming vessel. “And here we go...” he growled as he watched the large vessel, a barge really, rip into space.<br><br>Much larger than his ship, he watched as the vessel finished its transition into normal space before coming to a slow and lazy flight path towards the asteroid belt behind the Spectre. “Just keep coasting, lazy fools...” he smirked in his tone, as he let the vessel’s wake distort their sensors enough that he brought minimal power into the engines, bringing him tight against their hull. The soft hiss after the metallic clank told him that he’d made contact and a seal had been forged. “Alright folks,” he said into the comlink, “Time to retrieve the good Doctor.”<br><br>For whatever reason the Council had, Sheovasy was important enough to warrant a tactical response from the Council through the Spectres. That it turned out Batarian’s had decided to snatch the Doctor sealed their fate as good as any, as far as Narrian was concerned. Slinging the large bore assault rifle across his back, he reached down with a three fingered hand and loosened the pistol in its holster before meeting with the four other Spectres at the breech. “Think a squad is a bit of overkill, Sept?” the huntress Nylerte Myraor asked.<br><br>“Doctor Sheovasy is one of the leading minds in exo-biological sciences, Nylerte,” Lorlern Rylone, a fellow Salarian answered in a clipped tone, “There’s no finer mind on the subject in all the known races. He’s been working on unlocking secrets that may be held within Prothean DNA for quite some time now. If he’s made any progress, that would alone make him worth every effort to retrieve. I can’t fathom a reason why the Batarians decided to take him...”<br><br>“Looking for reason in Batarians is about as smart as looking for them at the barrel end of my HMWA,” Septilus answered. “They saw a chance to make a quick return on a hostage. That’s it, try not to give these guys more credit than their capable of, right?” The Salarian’s eyes blinked twice as he cocked his head to the side as if he couldn’t understand a word from Septilus’ mouth. A light on the access door turned from red to blue, “That’s our cue. Let’s get this Doctor and go home, maybe with a few less Batarian’s in the galaxy too...”<br><br>“It’s the little things, really...” Nylerte chimed in as her helmet snapped shut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2015, 06:09:49</strong>
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				Plebot was fascinated. He was thrilled. His heart which already beat at an accelerated rate was near humming as he watched the alien pacing back and forth, showing a marvelous display of balance as she moved from one end of their cell to the other. Sure, she was trembling a little, favoring her right leg and occasionally depended on the bulkhead for support, but after being hit with a biotic wave from Rekks and surviving… well, she was doing quite well. That particular Krogan was notorious for his use of biotics, amongst other things, and during his rage he hadn’t held back. Plebot had been there, he had watched through the shield as the alien rushed from her ship in order to sabotage the locking mechanism. She had slammed closed the airlock, rescued her allies and abandoned herself to the mercy of aliens she had only just discovered. The smile was crooked on her full lips, almost as if she was going to enjoy herself, but violence had a tendency of jumbling everything.<br><br>She ran, they chased, she returned, they followed. Bullets were exchanged, batarians and vorcha fell and the alien took them out with a graceful, predatorial simplicity. The numbers were against her, but for a few moments Plebot imagined that she had the upper hand. Rekks’ biotic wave had surprised them both; the Salarian remembered gasping in his tank, watching as the blue wave lifted the woman off from the ground, then winced as she was slammed against the wall, denting it where she had made impact.<br><br>It took some creative thinking to convince the Krogan that she was worth far more to him alive, than dead. After all, what were a few Batarians and Vorcha to a krogan, other than a shield made of meat? He had a discovery here, an unknown alien race… she would sell well on the black market, so long as she was kept alive.<br><br>And that was how Plebot and Sheovasy ended up with the pacing alien, one who seemed pleased enough at least for their aid, if a little confused and child-like in her curiosity. How strange must it be for her? And how frustrating it was for him, not being able to ask the questions he longed answers for! Such technology rested back on the Citadel, where the Salarian would have access to various language chits that he would be able to inject into her, allowing their species to communicate. He would have to rely on hand signals, for now.<br><br>The Salarian turned to the Asari, grinning wide as he glanced over to his lab-partner. “Stunning, isn’t she?”&nbsp;<br><br>Arris Sheovasy frowned, although the facial expression had less to do with answering the Salarian, and more to do with her troubled thoughts. True, she admitted to herself that seeing the alien had filled her with as many questions as it must have filled Plebot, but she hadn’t a clue as to how such a discovery had happened this way. They had to be far from Citadel Space. Or, which Arris deeply feared, their captors had grown bold and used a Mass Relay not yet charted. The implications of that were astronomical.<br><br>“Perhaps the greatest discovery of our lifetime; and it was made by a group of Batarian pirates.” Sheovasy sighed, shaking her head with frustration but couldn’t help lifting her eyes once more to watch the alien pace. She was shorter than Arris was herself, although not by too much, and was bipedal just as most of the council races were. Leanly muscled, with soft wavy hair and blue eyes that twinkled like a flame. She couldn’t be sure if that ‘spark’ had something to do with the alien as a race, or the alien as an individual. Whatever it was, it was determined.<br><br>Gunfire came as sporadic pops somewhere down the halls. All three heads locked in their cells turned towards the sound, but it was the alien who moved closer to the shield in order to take a look. She said something in her foreign tongue, but it didn’t sound as if it were directed to anyone in particular.<br><br>There came another burst of gunfire, paired with shouts of pain as the power flickered. Plebot and Arris shared a look, but the alien continued to pace back and forth, more predatorial now than she had been since waking. “She wants to fight,” Arris said, incredibly. “She’s suffering from a concussion and fractured ribs, and this alien is looking as if she wants to pounce!”<br><br>Three batarians and a Vorcha came running from the hall and joined the large holding-bay that kept their cell isolated from the rest of the ship. Two batarians and the Vorcha took positions on either side of the cell, aiming their rifles towards the way they had just come from. The remaining batarian ran straight past, moving into an area of the cargo-hold that Ezri wasn’t able to see. What she could see was one of the aliens approaching their cell door, opening it up to shout at the three of them, aiming at them with his rifle and jerking it to the side. Apparently he wanted them to leave their cell. Apparently trouble was on the way.<br><br>Plebot and Sheovasy shared a look, then some words that Ezri didn’t understand. She was just about to mime for an explanation when another wave of aliens exited the hall to join them in the cargo-bay. Whoever they were shooting at was obviously a threat and proceeding well, dropping two of the new-comers before they could even duck behind some canisters. Ezri made an executive decision; it was time to jump into the fray once again and help whoever was trying to help them.<br><br>She caught the Vorcha with an elbow, aimed straight to the throat. Something cracked as she came in contact, causing wet gurgles to rush past its heavily toothed mouth as it bent forward to grip its throat. Ezri didn’t waste any time in relieving it of its pistol and bashing it across the skull. The alien dropped like a sack of potatoes, bleeding from the cut in its scalp. The two aliens she shared her cell with stared at her with looks of shock, but Ezri only shrugged her shoulders and turned the weapon towards the blockade by the door. She open-fired on their exposed flank, causing the bodies to jerk with the hail of bullets that tore into unprotected flesh. Confusion weakened the pirate’s reaction time, tearing their attentions away from the hall to the heavily armed human, grinning in their direction.<br><br>“Come on boys!” She called out, not expecting any sort of verbal answer from them. “You didn’t forget about me already, did you?” <br><br>There was a heavy metallic <em>thud</em>, followed by the mechanical whir of moving gears. They had mechs back on Earth and on some of the colonies, but none that were quite like this one. The guns alone fastened as limbs made the human wince, yet she reacted before the barrage of bullets could tear into her shadow by bolting forward towards the batarians. Sliding across the ground on her hip enabled her to miss the spray that was now tearing into batarian flesh. At least now she knew where that one had run off too. She could see him sitting in the pilot’s seat, face pinched in angry determination. She wondered if that glass was bullet proof.<br><br>Ezri glanced down at the rifle in her hand and dropped it back to the ground when it clicked several times. Not empty… jammed? The overheated weapon was abandoned but a pistol on the ground by a dying Batarian allowed her to have a backup. This she aimed carefully, expertly squeezing the trigger three times. The bullets formed a tight triangle that punctured the glass but failed to take down the shields of its driver. She had enough time to bolt as the mech lifted a hand, aiming a rocket in her direction, but flew by the power of its impact. It smarted, caused her to shake her fuzzy head in an attempt to clear her vision, yet she managed to climb to her feet before the slow-moving machine could turn on her and redirect its fire.<br><br>With a twist of her wrist her chameleon cloak activated, flickering a few times under the strains it had endured. Ezri evaporated from thin air, yet ran straight for the back of the Mech that was no turning its attention to the hall and its inhabitants.<br><br>She’d like to see how well its shields would hold at point-blank range.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 05:00:29</strong>
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				The blunted end of the round spun clockwise through the air, one end turning a near white hot shine as it pierced the sound barrier with ease, with bad intentions written in the wake. Septillus barely caught recognition of the metal from his position on his back, foot wedged deep in the neck of the Krogan towering over him, barely keeping the beast from connecting with the triphammer that it called a fist. The blow glanced off his chest plate, feeling the metal dent inwards was a shockingly unpleasant sensation, but it was made all the better as the molten hunk of metal ripped into the jelly of the beast’s eye, burrowing its way with utter dispassion from one side and out the other. When it vacated the skull of the, now slumping, Krogan it became a twofer as a hapless Batarian stepped up to try and get a cheap kill out of the prone Spectre.<br><br>Casting a quick glance over in the direction of Salarian, seeing the heat wave from the ejecting shell of his wide bore side arm, and gave him an appreciative nod as he quickly rolled to a crouching position behind massive corpse of the Krogan. <em>Damn it…two meters to the next best cover…</em> he thought as a hail of gunfire was making short work of the body that was his sanctuary. “Nylli?! I could use a bit of cover fire…for a change…”<br><br>The orange light emanated from the back of the skull of another thug as the hard light blade of her omni tool jutted out before quickly winking from existence. She gave the Salarian a disdainful glance upon hearing the name. Quickly she spun the lifeless body and held it tightly to her as her other hand whipped the assault rifle the body shield carried to a leveled position and flicked the thumb guard up as she squeezed the trigger, unloading the clip in a matter of seconds. The sudden bullet faucet gave the mercs down the hallway a split second to begin reconsidering the course of life choices that led to this very moment as two of them felt the full fury of the hot metal storm rip through their bodies. The third, slumped down and wailed out in agony as his leg was made into shreds of meat.<br><br>“Thank you!” Septillus called out as he spun from the ruins of the meat shield and slid towards an empty bulkhead, minimizing his profile as best he could with the use of the thick struts of metal that made an archway. He tossed a small silver ball down the corridor and heard the shouts of panic as it tinged off the walls and exploded in a quick burst of violence and light. Taking a quick glance around the edge of his cover, his sharp eyes caught no sign of movement. “Looks clear…”<br><br>“Didn’t you say that before we entered this hallway?” Lorlern asked quizzically.<br><br>“Yeah, it looked clear then too…” Septillus grumbled back at him. “We don’t have much time,” he said as he brought up a schematic of the ship from his omni tool, “The most likely place to have built their holding cells would be a deck down, maybe ten meters center mass…”<br><br>“I’d give them ten minutes before they decide to scuttle this ship and, probably the Doctor with it…” a silver-grey scaled Turian said behind Lorlern, “We better move quickly.”<br><br>“Right,” Septillus replied as he reached behind him and pulled a thick metal circular device out, tapping on the pad of numerals as he walked towards the center of the corridor. “Think this should do it…” he said as he set the device down, hearing it magnetically adhere to the surface and quickly build up to a high pitch whine. “Pliretia,” he said as the silver-grey scaled Turian, “You and Lorlern head to the Engine room, stop them from spacing us, Nylli, Acretia, and I will hit the cells.” The last, and much larger, Turian, a dark grey scale that verged on black with only a series of white markings on his face breaking the color, nodded agreement. Before another word was spoken the floor caved inwards as a forceful wave of energy ripped down through the metal. “That’s us…” Septillus said as he ran and dropped down the hole, his assault rifle at the ready.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 03:15:57</strong>
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				A short ways down the hall the Spectres could see the hastily forged barricade at the mouth of the hallway where a small handful of surviving batarians thought to make a stand. A good number were already dead and draped over an assortment of netting and cargo from where they had been hit on their flank, but for the moment their attention was more keenly focused on activity erupting behind them, rather than down the hall they had been focused on originally. The mech was dancing. At least it might have appeared that way. One moment it was turning around, weapons lifted, the next it was weaving off to the side, its bulk temporarily leading the pilot’s control so that it weaved away from the two prisoners and towards the nervous group of aliens bunkered down against the mouth as if it were a stumbling drunk. It might have looked as if the mech was out of control if it wasn’t for the small figure that stood braced against the shield that housed the pilot, firing into the glass as soon as a free shot presented itself.<br><br>Ezri was pleased to discover that the glass hadn’t been bulletproof after all, but she wasn’t so pleased at the skill this Batarian had with driving the mech. Secretly she had hoped that his jumping into the cockpit was an act of desperation, yet he displayed far more skill with the machine than she was ready to expect. If it wasn’t for the magnets in her boots she would have fallen already, and if it wasn’t for the adrenaline pumping through her veins and keeping her awake, the violent twists were sure to have been too much to handle.<br><br>But a crack was forming in the yellow shield, and the alien inside was bleeding from bullet holes and broken glass. She didn’t have to speak his language to know that he was pissed, and she didn’t have put any focus into her situation to understand that her tight wire was about to snap. <em>What the hell were you thinking?</em><br><br>Well… taking on a mech seemed fun at the time. She was too tired for the thrill of it now, Ezri was also moderately aware of a gray haze at the corners of her vision. Probably not a good sign. She probably would have enjoyed this more if she wasn’t already aching from head to toe.<br><br>With the butt of the pistol the human acted, smashing down against the glass until it busted open. Bullets continued to fire from the barricade at her flank, but she couldn’t split her attention anymore than it already was. From the corner of her eye she could see her two curious allies huddled behind the protective shield that had served as their prison, so long as they were unharmed she was certain she was being somewhat successful. Even if this was entirely improv.<br><br>The batarian inside the mech shouted something, his multi-layered head cast up so that their eyes could meet. Ezri reacted faster than he, and shoved her arm inside in order to hook the crook of her elbow against his throat, but she hadn’t considered the option that the alien would have fired from the inside of his mech.<br><br>In order to better brace for the choke, Ezri had leaned forward against the dome and applied most of her weight against a cross beam. Her leg, however, already causing her to limp from the previous fight, was entirely exposed. She was able to reach through and lift the Batarian up from his seat, causing him to thrash and choke, but the bullets that erupted from his pistol had been a good defense. She felt them rip into her leg; she felt herself gasp with surprise as they punctured through the limb but only a second before the mech lurched suddenly to the side and weaved out of control. It tipped forward, vertigo and a sense of dread filled her as everything flipped onto its side but Ezri had sense enough to simply let go before the mech crashed into the crates and the remaining aliens that blockaded against the hall.<br><br>It was quiet, for once. Quiet except for her hammering heartbeat and uneven breaths that never seemed to satisfy the demand her lungs were making. Someone had called out her name but she was only vaguely aware of it, just as she could barely register the sound of feet running towards her. But she jumped when a blue hand fell on her shoulder, blinking up at the alien that was helping Ezri to sit upright. The floor was slippery with blood, she tried not to think of that too much, or how the gray was now causing everything to tunnel her vision, distorting sound and slurring her own speech.<br><br>“Not as fun as I had hoped,” she muttered, allowing the blue woman to lift her arm and drape it over the slender shoulders. Plebot was there, talking nearly as fast as her heartbeat. Of course she didn’t understand a word of it and could only swear further as the other arm went up and over his shoulder, the pair working on getting her up to a sit. None of the other aliens were moving, the mech was still, but a widening pool of gore spread out from its ‘head’ like a cracked egg. Ezri closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment to chuckle quietly at how surreal the situation was. She was in lot of pain.<br><br>Plebot had his omni-tool up again, scanning the alien with more worry than interest. It wasn’t as if he had access to the same resources as he had back on the Citadel, which added layers of confidence the Salarian wasn’t aware of until now. Even Sheovasy had a tight pinch on her pretty face, fingers brushing through the brown hair of the alien in an attempt to sooth her. She was laughing, or what they both guessed to be something similar to a laugh, but neither one thought it was the sort of laugh someone made when they found something funny. Every so often her back arched or her hips shifted from pain, and an unhealthy pallor was taking to her skin.<br><br>“Plebot…” Sheovasy spoke, an edge to her voice. He looked up quickly, and for a moment he felt fear grip his stomach until he made sense of the figures stepping through the hall. The Salarian visibly sagged, reassuring his assistant with a glance before he climbed to his feet and hurried over to the Turian.<br><br>“Spectres! A fine sight if there ever was one. Quickly now, her situation deteriorating rapidly. Need Medi-gel, not sure if it’ll help her but currently the best option. Only option.” Plebot didn’t pause, he had already noted that the batarian pirates were dead and quickly escorted and encouraged the specters to hurry forward where the Asari was kneeling.<br><br>Ezri’s eyes were open again, her jaw was clenched tight with pain and her pupils were dilated from it as well, but other than her body’s occasional spasm or undulation she was determined to remain calm and still. Her hair had been combed from her face by the asari, yet it stuck to her temples from a mix of blood and sweat and exposed a deeply bruised cut above her left eye. The omni-tool that Sheovasy had lifted was once more scanning the alien, adding to the list of injuries it could detect. Broken ribs, punctured lung and a severe concussion, she had a bad cut on her leg that sat exposed from the tear in her pants, as well as six bullet-holes that started about mid-calf and stopped mid-way up the thigh. Ezri’s fingers were trembling, but it couldn’t be helped, even as Sheovasy made soothing sounds and tried to coax the alien to relax. As soon as the Spectre was in view, however, she tensed again and was ready to spring into action, if it wasn’t for both the Salarian and the asari who settled back down. “It’s alright, Ezri,” Sheovasy said again. Plebot smiled wide to show that the situation had changed, patting the closest Spectre on the back as if to mime friendship.<br><br>Ezri said something around a grunt and a wheeze, rolling her eyes in the process, as if to say that she wasn’t a complete idiot or that somehow Plebot’s display had been a little much. The Salarian felt himself well up with pride, allowing the Spectre to administer the Medi-gel without further delay. “Quite a beauty, this one. Fond of her eyes; wonder if others of her kind are so blue.” The alien didn’t flinch away as the Spectre got closer, and watched with growing curiosity. She had to blink rapidly to keep her eyes clear, and seemed to struggle with keeping them focused, but there was a sharp intelligence radiating behind those vibrant jewels that made up her eyes, one that spoke quite clearly that she wasn’t entirely enjoying her day. She said something, slightly slurred, then smiled and laughed again before her body was seized by the pain.<br><br>“Medi-gel isn’t going to be enough, we don’t even know if it’ll work.” Sheovasy spoke in a light tone, trying to keep the deeper meaning of the message away from the alien. Ezri didn’t speak their languages, but she was keen on inflection of tone and the Asari didn’t want to cause her any further distress. “We need to get to the Citadel quickly. Does your ship have a med-bay? We can keep her stable with the right equipment, but this is brand new biology for all us.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>08-07-2015, 06:13:52</strong>
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				He landed with a definite grace to his motion as his fall moved into an immediate crouch, and then roll, coming to a skidding stop as his body hugged tightly to the wall and let him narrow his profile. With his assault rifle leveled he scanned the hallway as the rest descended. Immediately the hardlight display of his HUD painted multiple targets; all Batarians. “Time to earn our pay…”<br><br>“Gladly,” the calm voice of the Huntress behind him said as she dropped into a crouch and squeezed the trigger causing rapid pulses of molten metal to scream through the air and land in the soft bits of Batarians.&nbsp; <br><br>The optics on the inside of his hardlight visor outlined the shape of a figure, arm waving him over, before quick scans told Septillus it was their target. “Sheovasy…” he muttered into the helmet’s comms. “We’ve got wounded, Lorlern, get your gear ready.” With a wave of his hand the barricade crushed itself against the sidewalls to clear the path. Whatever had taken the Batarians out made his day all the brighter. With alacrity they moved into the bay, seeing the remnants of the <em>defense</em> they had set up for the crew.<br><br>“Have to admit, these prisoners did a damn fine job without us…” the Huntress muttered as the medic quickly made his way to the side of Sheovasy.<br><br>“Yeah, cept for that pesky thing of the self-destruct sequence underway…” Septillus grumbled back.<br><br>“Details…” she scoffed.<br><br>“Oh, this is not good. No, not good at all.” Lorlern said as he quickly assessed the fleshy pink being. “Septillus, we’ve got to get this…being…to your ship. It’s going to die if we don’t. And yes, he has a med-bay, though I’m not certain how much good it will do this, uh…what is it?” Lorlern asked Sheovasy.<br><br>“Yeah, that’s all well and good, Lorelern, but maybe you’ve forgotten the whole self-destruct thing? Right? That whole, doesn’t matter if we all don’t get on my ship, like two minutes ago, we’ll all be dead? So let’s do the universe a solid and shut up and run.” The Turian didn’t wait for his Salarian compatriot to formulate a response. Instead he moved, picking the bleeding and beaten creature up quickly and roughly, and hoisting her over his shoulder. “Now, move!” <em>I really hope her blood isn’t some contaminant.</em> he thought as he saw his armor becoming slick with the thick red ichor. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 20:07:09</strong>
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				What did she remember last? It took several moments for the human to piece together a response, since even thinking the question had been taken a great deal of time and energy. She and Wayne were sitting across a table playing cards, drinking beer and getting to know one another better. They were both being transferred to Shanxi… but that was too far back. Something else had happened after.<br><br><em> “What’s it like out there?” Ezri shuffled her cards, settling on the fact that she had been dealt a crap-hand and wouldn’t be taking this round. She didn’t entirely feel up to bluffing, and the near blushing innocence of the youth had her instead wishing to protect the guy from harm. How old was he? Nineteen? Twenty? This was an adventure for the youth, something he read in stories that hadn’t truly settled into reality yet.<br>“I haven’t been to Shanxi myself,” she answered, shuffling a Jack to settle over to four simply to make it look like she had options, or in the very least, something to play with. Wayne hadn’t even really looked at his hand. “But space travel? It’s a lot of the same thing; beautiful view of the stars that become maddeningly similar. Three cards.”<br><br>The kid drew three from the top and Ezri released her discarded items to the appropriate pile. At least now she had a pair of Jacks to work with. Wayne took two, pulled a face, then set his cards face down. “I fold.”<br><br>The entire room shuttered, which meant the entire ship shuttered. The jolt was powerful enough to make the gravity simulator hiccup, causing Ezri’s stomach to twist suddenly under the bounce. Wayne fell from his chair, Ezri clutched the table’s surface, automatically locking her mag-boots into the floor in case her worst fear were to happen. And it did. Seconds after the hiccup the lights went out, replaced by the emergency lighting and the emotionless voice of the V.I announcing that life support systems were functioning. Main engines were offline. Unknown ship in vicinity.<br><br>Wide-eyed Wayne turned his nervous gaze to Ezri who was straightening herself and already moving for the consol panel against the bulkhead. She pulled up statistics with a quick precision that suggested she was obtaining the information almost faster than the computer could give it. “Captain, this is Gray,” Ezri used the personal communicator in her jacket to reach Ellen McTavish. The Captain responded with strained control, but Ezri could make out the nervous catch in her breath and the slowed words meant to keep her and those around her calm.<br><br>“Main engines are down, but life support and Cyro are still fully functioning. We were hit before we could see them.”<br><br>Ezri ran down the hall, leaving Wayne to follow in her wake as Ezri ducked passed sleepy, startled crew-mates and their repeated questions. She ignored them. “Them who?”<br><br>“Unknown vessel… unknown make. They just popped from jump space and made the lock before our V.I could make sense of it. We’re drifting. S.O.S beacons were deployed.”<br><br>Ezri rounded the corner and began to climb up a set of stairs the brought her out of the common rooms and into the upper decks of the ship. She didn’t wait for the doors to open all the way before she squeezed through, heading for her weapon’s locker. “Concentrate civilians into their respective pods and send them out if we get boarded. I want everyone armed and—“ The ship shuttered again, causing Ezri to drop to her knees with a curse, one that was echoed by Wayne’s shout as he stumbled into lockers that he was able to brace himself against.<br><br>“Breech in Cargo bay. Unknown ship docking in progress…”<br><br>Ezri jerked the locker open, pulled out her vest and sidearm shrugged out of her jacket in a practiced move that discarded the garments to the floor. With her chameleon vest in place she felt a little more confident, it was always good to have an element of surprise to work with. Their uninvited guests could appreciate such thinking. “Wayne! We’re going to the cargo bay to say ‘hello’, don’t fall behind!”</em><br><br>Ezri grimaced, finding it impossible to get away from a dull scraping sensation against her ribs. The more she noticed it, the more it hurt. The more she tried to move the more her mind remained sluggish and dull. The buzzing she heard was getting louder and more urgent and almost panicked. Was it her own thoughts muddied by her racing heart? Her eyes fluttered but she only say a brightly blurred space with dark silhouettes.<br><br><em> Ezri made it to the cargo bay first, her heart hammering in her throat and filling her with that addictive thing called adrenaline she thrived on. Her hands were steady, her senses were hyperfocussed. She was happy, despite the unknown lurking on the other side of these bay doors the V.I was currently struggling to keep closed. Wayne on the other hand was trembling, his breathing so loud and so ragged she thought he might pass out. She just hoped he wouldn’t start shooting at her if the time came to it. “Get your wits, kid,” she said, pulling out her pistol and sealing the door at their back. The remaining security crew was just filling through the doors with them, if they weren’t assigned to fall back into the hallways for cover-fire and an extra layer of defense. “You do just as I tell you, you got it?”<br><br>He shook his head, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed bile again and again. Ezri took that as a yes and moved to the door. She couldn’t hear through the various levels of metal and insulations, but the door shuttered as something on the other side rammed into it. Then again, which dented the frame and allowed a deep grunting cadence to seep in from the other side. Ordered of taking position and getting ready sounded, until at least the doors exploded inward… and Ezri was left standing, blinking, at a large, armored unknown that looked just as surprised as she did. “What the fuck?”<br><br>It seemed to ask the same thing when it looked at her and for a solid three seconds there was silence. Ezri and the alien both didn’t know what to make of one another, but they reached for their weapons and fired at the same time, both missing as more of these aliens began to bottleneck in the cargo bay door.</em><br><br>Ezri’s eyes snapped open. In that instant she knew that she wasn’t supposed to be awake but her own adrenaline was polluting the narcotics that bogged down her mind. Some annoying beeps and associated tones were screaming, just as Ezri was shouting in alarming at the discovery she had made. It wasn’t the first time she had seen a Salarian, some part of her knew that, but where she had woken calmly with Plebot and Sheovasy the last time, Ezri was already amped up, prepared for a fight, and found herself half-naked on a table, surrounded by aliens leaning over her with sharp implements and needles with other ominous shadows against the walls.<br><br>“Ezri!”<br><br>Her name was shouted, but it was masked by the shriek the came from one of the alien’s when Ezri bolted upright from her table, scrambling with muddied muscles to get herself up and off. A few ran; those were the lucky ones. The ones who tried to restrain the human only made their situation worse. There were four of them now; Ezri kicked one in the face while twisting her torso, grabbing the second by the throat. Aching muscles or not, she hurdled the creature across the room and into the bulkhead. A Salarian caught her arm but she just pulled it closer to her torso to drag it closer, cracking her skull against the cleft between mouth and eyes. She made a guess that it was its nose. Right or wrong, it dropped like a puppet with snipped strings, leaving just one more.<br><br>“Ezri!” She struggled to a stand and then stumbled as her muscles tried to remember how to support her frame. <em>How long was I out?</em> The remaining Salarian was making strange clicking and chirping sounds, both hands held up to show they were empty even as she staggered and stumbled away from the table. Some needle that connected a tube to her chest tugged under her skin. She pulled it out with another wince, dropping the thing to the ground. She was barefoot, wearing what might have passed as white shorts and a white bra, though they were skin-tight and exposed the mass of bruises, scaring and healing lines that indicated she had been cut open in more than one place. The panic was returning, the fear of her situation was making her drunk with anger, and while her name was being shouted from somewhere in the darker corners of the room Ezri was more focused on removing these tubes and pads adhered to her skin while trembling fingers slipped and stumbled in their passing.<br><br>Sheovasy was there. She had always been there and while Ezri knew there had been someone standing near the door in the room, it had taken until now to realize that this form she recognized. The blue alien looked worried, but not frightened. If aliens could feel such things. She was dressed in a form fitting jump suit that reminded her a little of a tunic, holding both hands up to show that they were empty and she was, supposedly, harmless. “Ezri,” she said again, speaking slowly, followed by sounds that the human couldn’t interpret. How frustrating it was for the both of them that they couldn’t communicate as well as either would like. Ezri wanted an explanation, and the Asari wanted to provide one.<br><br>She was light headed, the room was tilting to the right and she felt as if she didn’t have full function over her limbs when she had to think about moving them. She lifted a hand to her head in hopes of steadying herself, but it was only when dropped her eyes that she spotted another shadow hidden behind the bright lights. The human reacted on instinct again, moving across the room in the time it took to blink. The remaining salarian yelped, caught up in a strangle-hold with one arm after Ezri kicked it at the back of the knee in order to drop its height to a more manageable level. She had no gun but there were plenty of sharp tools at her disposal. Somewhere between crossing the room and grabbing the doctor she had found a sharp blade that looked clean and at the ready. It pressed against the salarian’s throat as she placed him between the armed shadow at the door, and wall at her back.<br><br>There were already three bleeding, unconscious doctors at her feet; she wouldn’t hesitate to kill her first one if it got her out of this confusing hell.<br><br>She stood on unsteady legs, light headed and dizzy but more than capable of defending herself. The knife never wavered, and while the doctor began to ramble on; begging and pleading with the Spectre not to do anything rash, Sheovasy was trying to sooth Ezri with her familiar face, empty hands and calming tones. The bruises on Ezri’s chest were dark but edged with green as a sign of fading. The bullets that had torn through her legs were removed, but pink skin still fresh and new plus the trembling of muscles in her quads were clear signs of a still mending injury in the deeper structures.<br><br>“Its okay, Ezri.” Sheovasy repeated in the same calming tones. “It’s alright.” To Septilus she sighed her frustration but didn’t take her eyes away from the alien. “These damned Salarian’s deserved what they got. Goddess! How is she supposed to heal if they keep taking her away to do tests? I left for one minute and they pulled the guard away and started <em>cutting</em> for tissue samples!” The asari flashed blue eyes to the turian, giving him a look that said simply; you could do something more to help. “She just woke surrounded by aliens with cutting tools and a cold metal table after being beaten and tortured by them. I’d say we’re off on the wrong foot.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>19-11-2016, 20:08:25</strong>
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				Septillus, features hidden in the dark shadow cast from his back, watched with a mildly impressed expression on his face as the female alien quickly managed to dispatch all the Salarians in a matter of seconds. If he were pressed to admit it in front of the Council, he'd admit that she could be highly dangerous if it weren't for her reckless assault that was far and away too wild. The blows she landed only worked due to the force of them and the lack of combat training any of the medical personnel. Were she to have been against anyone with proficiency in combat it would have been a much different story. <em>I wonder if her attack would have worked well against her own kind...probably, highly a inefficient physiological design...</em><br><br>Empty palms still up, calmly speaking, Sheovasy again tried her best to bring peace to the situation, even with the anger at the Salarians abducting her patient still in her mind. “Ezri...it's alright. They were in the wrong to have done this, weren't you <em>Doctor</em>,” she said glancing at the hostage.<br><br>“Y-y-yes...we're sorry...can she actually understand me?”<br><br>“No, you barely speak on a sentient level that any Council race could comprehend your nattering,” the Spectre said, a deep growl in his tone that was nothing short of hostile at the man. “You know, my first question when I was attempting to abduct a completely unknown alien lifeform from a medical facility would be, “Doc, is she in good enough health to move, you know, in case violence were to occur?” and she would tell me, right Sheovasy?”<br><br>“Correct...and she seems to be recovered well enough, the anesthetizing agent isn't properly configured to her physiology, or she has remarkable recovery abilities for a species...”<br><br>“Right, I'm just going to have to ask you to stop talking before you put me to sleep, Sheovasy...” he said, turning his attention back to Ezri, “Look,” he said in a sharp tone, eyes leveled on hers, “Put that down.” emphasizing his words by pointing at the weapon in her hand and pointing to the ground. “Now,” he growled.<br><br>“That's not helping...” Sheovasy said in a light tone, but completely filled with annoyance.<br><br>“I concur...” the Salarian echoed the sentiment.<br><br>“And I seem to be out of give a fuck at the moment, if she doesn't then I'll personally avenge your untimely demise, Salarian...”<br><br>“You're kind of an ass,” the hostage said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 03:58:02</strong>
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				Clicks, buzzing, the odd chirp and a strange vibrating warble that came from the bird-like alien towards the back. They were talking about her. Ezri picked out her name from Sheovasy and once again felt the surreal tilt life had taken. Here she was half naked and surrounded by aliens. She had been poked and prodded by needles and tissue samples had been taken. She woke up like a horrible cliche, surrounded by bright lights and aliens with giant heads. It was all so ridiculous she wanted to start laugh. Instead she was staring down the big guy who stepped out of the shadows, gesturing to her to disarm herself and let the salarian go.<br><br>She narrowed her own into green slits and glanced down at the scaled head of her hostage. He smiled at her, gesturing with eyes, hands and the shrug of his shoulders in such a way that suggested something similar to, ‘could you blame me’?<br><br>She pulled a face, then released him with a jerk so that the salarian crumpled to the ground at her feet. He was forced to crawl away, but the coward didn’t seem to mind.<br><br>She made a rude gesture to Septillius.<br><br>“Goddess… I like her.” Sheovasy smiled, looking at the Turian from the corner of her eye before she took a step towards the alien. The human didn’t drop her shoulder in a show of trust, but she didn’t flinch or step away as the blue woman approached, either. It was the closest thing to trust that either one of them was going to get right about now. The asari patted Ezri on the shoulder, guiding her away from the set of windows as the human freely dropped the blade to the ground. She didn’t take her eyes off of the turian, even as they crossed the room to a chair where Sheovasy sat her down.<br><br>“Are you alright?”<br><br>Ezri didn’t have the slightest clue what the asari had said, but her gut took a pretty good guess. She tilted her chin in acknowledgement, looked away from the turian long enough to flash Sheovasy a reassuring half-smile, then turned her gaze back to the Turian. “I’m fine.”<br><br>&nbsp;Sheovasy followed that look, then smirked. “Don’t mind Septilius. He’s… well, he’s just Septilius. You’ll learn that Turians tend to be thick-headed. And Salarians… well…” The asari shook her head, once more sighing as she patted the human on the back. “Actually, you’ll probably have better odds sticking with me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>09-01-2017, 00:25:21</strong>
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				The Turian eyed the female as she let the hostage go. “See, now I don't have to avenge you. Leave before I pull your entrails out through your noseholes. And if you ever interfere with an active investigation of the Specters again, you'll wish I had let her cut your throat,” he growled at the Salarian. Once the blade was out of her hand, however, Septilius felt slightly at ease. Perhaps this pink skinned creature wasn't as dumb as she seemed.<br><br>Sheovasy attempted to ease the tension in the room by taking the alien to the side and speaking calmly to her. “We maybe thick-headed, but we do happen to have excellent hearing, Sheovasy...” he glared at her before returning the look to the alien. A part of him wondered if this, among her kind, was some form of challenge. Or maybe she thought it was a form of challenge to his kind. In the end it was just bothersome and irritating to the Specter. It didn't make it any less desirable to him to think about walking over to her and swatting her on the head to get her to pay attention to the one talking to her.<br><br>A heavy sigh left Sheovasy's lips, giving a rueful glance back to the Turian. “We need to figure out a way around this language barrier or else you will have a very bad time here...”<br><br>“We're not keeping her. You can't have a pet...I don't even know if she's house broken...” Septilius muttered.<br><br>“As it is...” she said louder than she probably intended “You need to be able to communicate with us on where your home is so that we can get you back there...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Contact (Fal and Ygg)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-01-2017, 03:47:08</strong>
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				More talking. More miscommunication and barriers of interspecies. More headaches. Ezri sighed, her shoulders slumping from the pure frustration of it all, and even lifted her hands to slide long fingers through the thick curls of her hair. She appreciated, at least, the ability to read their emotions, or at least glean from them what emotions she knew would fit the lilts and facial expressions her own species shared. Sept looked like a hard-ass. Sheovasy was a little more compassionate and for that she was grateful. If only so she had some fashion of respite. The shock of it all was still wearing off, but for the most part the human has settled in with the fact that they weren’t alone in the universe, and aliens as they knew it were far more advanced than most scientists expected. Space travel. Interspecies interaction. She was no scientist herself, but Ezri knew that these creatures weren’t related on a DNA level, which only meant they had interacted as neighbors for… how long? Years? Centuries?<br><br>She watched the exchange but understood none of it, but guessed that the general concept was arguing over her presence. The asari was interesting enough; relatable to a human in a lot of ways, but just odd enough to be bizarre if beautiful. Her eyes shone with a sharp intelligence, but she didn’t get any of the haughty attitude that seemed to scream from the Turian. He, on the other hand, was quite bizarre. Frightening, at first, but the more she looked the more there were to see. A sweeping crest that looked like a strange mix between plume and scaled armor. The ridges of his mouth shielded narrow, pointed teeth and a dark colored tongue. His eyes were round, avian, but vibrant in color as well as emotive. He was annoyed. Probably with the drama that was unfolding.<br><br><em>You and I both, pal.</em><br><br>Sheovasy patted Ezri on the shoulder, “Come on. Let’s put her in some clothes, I’ve had them made for her size while she was out. I trust <em>you’ll</em> ensure she isn’t carted off again?” The asari’s eyes hardened only briefly on Septilius, knowing that the Turian wasn’t exactly the sole party to blame. After all, no one really quite knew what to do with the alien, and it was all she had, pooling resources and collecting every hard-earned favor in order to keep it under her care. In part for scouring the glory of this magnificent discovery, as well as the safety of this alien. Where did it come from? What secrets did it know?<br><br>Standing, Sheovasy ushered Ezri to rise to her feet before setting down the hallway. She already knew the Turian wouldn’t be leaving them alone, but a backwards glance reassured her all the same. Until they met with the Council and there was an official hearing, anything could happen. Pleebot was already working like a madman on a translation chip. Now that there was already sampled of her DNA… well that should go along much faster now. She hoped this was over a matter of days, not weeks. Given funding from the Council and their resources, it might even be half of that.<br><br>Down a sterile hall and through a sliding door, they reached a small room with a table and shelving tucked up against one side. Sheovasy recovered her custom clothes for the human, and handed them over.<br><br>Ezri quirked a brow, looked at the two aliens, then gave another one of her one-shouldered shrugs and went to work. Black pants, skin tight as to the asari style, but custom for her shorter legs. Black boots with no heel, (Sheovasy took liberties to match the style to those previously worn by Ezri,] and a black, sleeveless top that was slightly squared with it’s cut, and about as form fitting as everything else. The fabric was light and airy, fitting about as comfortably as anything else she had ever worn, but with the precise measurements of the Asari. It accentuated her curves yet also played well with highlighting her graceful movements and powerful muscles. Dressed, Ezri almost smiled, feeling a lot better. She pulled her hair back to get it up and off of her neck, and improvised a tie with one long lock of auburn to tie it in place. She would have liked to have taken a hot shower, or anything to drag some heat into her skin, but settled into contentment with simple pleasures.<br><br>“There!” Sheovasy said with a radiant smile. “Better already, don’t you think?” The asari brushed an invisible speck of dirt off of the human’s shoulder. “What do you think the Council will say about this?”
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