ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }
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				Title: <strong>ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-01-2021, 23:40:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/d3174b4660fa3f87098f84e31c483bd1.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/hAlH588.jpg)<br></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Salarian Surveying Frigate:</span> <em>Kalanhai</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Ship length:</span> <em>170 meters</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Armaments:</span> <em>GUARDIAN defense systems. Ultraviolet antiship lasers. Hull-mounted Thanix cannons. Stealth systems.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Crew size:</span> <em>31</em></span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Header Code</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[b][font=arial black]NAME:[/font][/b] Link your profile with your name here<br>[b][font=arial black]RACE:[/font][/b] Xeno-love!<br>[b][font=arial black]OCCUPATION:[/font][/b] What's your trade?<br>[b][font=arial black]DATE:[/font][/b] Story start date is December 18th, 2174 CE<br>[b][font=arial black]DATE:[/font][/b] Story start date is December 18th, 2174 CE<br>[b][font=arial black]WEARING:[/font][/b] Feel free to describe or link a photo if you want this info. <br>[b][font=arial black]LOCATION:[/font][/b] Where are you located, so that the others might find you.<br>[b][font=arial black]CONTENT:[/font][/b] General jist of the contents within this post. Please add trigger warnings here, if there are any.<br>[b][font=arial black]TAG:[/font][/b] Who are you speaking to?<br><br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br><br><br><br></code></pre></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 00:51:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/9677b5a47913bd4324cc8ff95143baf4.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/JbU8ayM.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">It's encouraged not to get shot. But, if you do happen to come under fire or experience another type of medical emergency, the Kalanhai is well equipped to handle most situations.<br>The ship has been upgraded to include state-of-the-art research equipment to better assist the crew and support their mission.</span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/df73e949fc54e0fb10564b239e58c3e3.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/GSKZrWA.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The benefit of traveling on a science vessel is consideration of personal comforts. All crew members are granted personal spaces to sleep and enjoy their privacy.<br>With the Kalanhai working with a skeleton crew for this mission, there are more than enough rooms for everyone.</span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/9253a2f7e7568c06b110407c65875b04.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/EgUo9LL.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The commons is where the crew eats their meals, and is well stocked with a blend of food stuff for all races, including dextro-amino based life.<br>Meals are carefully labeled and sedregated to reduce the risk of anaphylactic shock. However, if you notice a sudden rash or closing of the airway, pleased visit the med-bay, located at the rear of this floor.<br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 05:46:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Oooo...Snacks!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay reveled in the thrilling escape from the Citadel, that exhilaratingly free feeling of leaving behind civilization for the vastness of space.&nbsp; Every time she got the chance to pilot a ship away from the center of Citadel space, she felt as if she were shaking free some invisible, but crushing, weight.&nbsp; Out among the stars, she was just Jay the pilot, expected to perform her duties and nothing more.&nbsp; You didn't have to be a genius to figure out why she preferred it on a ship to being back at the Citadel, but more than that space just offered so many chances for new sights and new experiences.<br><br>Once they were well on their way and she felt good leaving the ship in the hands of her co-pilot, she climbed out of the cockpit and set off about the business of getting intimately familiar with her new flying partner.&nbsp; Roaming the ship, she largely ignored the other living beings working aboard her, more interested in all her intricacies and quirks of design.&nbsp; Here and there she paused to caress a particularly intriguing curve or angle, fingers tracing the cool metal or textured polymer familiarly.&nbsp; She found herself falling more and more in love with the big beauty, and when she finally found her way into the galley, she was flushed and grinning with a special shine in her eyes.<br><br>Her stomach gave a soft rumble as she spied the tables and the array of liquors displayed behind the bar.&nbsp; "Ooooh, noms!&nbsp; Wonder what's on the menu..."&nbsp; She passed the bar for the moment to poke her head into the stores and peered around, jumping back at the growl from the male drell (https://pm1.narvii.com/6343/f244cd83d2ec3476ccb1bc98455dbe7fe87a9adc_hq.jpg) within.&nbsp; "Sorry, I was looking for snacks!"&nbsp; Upon poking her head back in, she found herself having to deftly catch several bags of crunchy, salty, and sweet treats of both human and non-human variety.&nbsp; The chef, or so she assumed, went back to work as she called her gratitude and swiveled to carry her armload toward the bar.<br><br>Setting them atop, she plucked a bag of cheesy puffs from among the mix and perched on the nearest perchable thing, stool or bar or table, whatever was handy.&nbsp; Her eyes roamed the shining, alluring bottles of liquor as she munched down on her first bright orange curl, thoughtfully trying to decide what paired best with cheesy snacks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 07:48:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3f/Namir_Sedeg1.jpg/334px-Namir_Sedeg1.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Namir Sedef (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15733505#msg15733505)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Mercenary<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> A black sleeveless hooded shirt, simple black pants and red shoes. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Unpacking and getting a snack<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>Namir set down the last of his clothes into his new quarters’s set of drawers. He was finally done unpacking and he glanced around the room. It was weird having his own room again. The asari ship he was on had a communal living space. It wasn’t bad, but having a dozen or so asari always around put a damper on any… private time he wanted to have. He chuckled to himself. Guess that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. <br><br>He felt his stomach growl again and he was reminded that he hadn’t eaten since he left the Lucenara. It did not take him long to find his way to the galley and he was pleased to see he was not the only one. He liked to eat with company around and the other was an asari too. He gave her a friendly nod as he made his way to the store room. There wasn’t anyone out front, so he figured it’d be fine. <br><br>He was the second person that day to interrupt the drell chef and the growl was even more annoyed than the first. Namir backed out quickly with his hands up before putting them down when he was ‘safe’. “Oop, sorry. Just looking for a biotic ration.” Guess the chef was touchy with his stores. It made some sense on a mission as secretive as this even the cook has baggage. <br><br>He waited for only a moment before the doors opened and the blue drell chef handed Namir a square tray with several still packaged rations on it. “There.” the drell said flatly before turning and going back into the store room. <br><br>“Uuh, thanks.” Namir said as the other man disappeared into the back. He turned to the asari at the bar and walked towards her, tray in hand.<br><br>“Hey there, mind if I join you?” Namir gave her a friendly look and smile before introducing himself. “I’m Namir, biotics specialist.” He didn’t reach his hand out for a shake. It was a habit he had fallen out of while living with no other humans around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 12:09:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sightseeing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Everything had been far more rushed and much less thought out than Arcus would've liked, but he only assumed that it attested to the severity of the situation. Most of the briefing and relaying of information to the crew had been done by others. There was no shame in knowing one's limits, and Arcus was no scientist or medical expert. The Turian Spectre regarded himself as nothing more than a guard to ensure the crew's safety. If everything went as planned, they would slip in and out with enough samples of the viral fungi without having to raise a gun. <br><br>But he would have to give the council credit where it was due, because the Kalanhai was no regular scouting ship, just like Sparatus had said. The colossal Thanix cannons on the hull were evidence enough. He had been exploring the whole ship, checking every nook and cranny, and the extensive Stealth system in the cockpit and the state of the art facilities in the Medical Bay, where he was at currently, only made him more confident about the vessel's capabilities. Having flown only old, rusty cargo freighters in the Turian army and smaller, less fancy ships as a Spectre, Arcus took the time to appreciate the Kalanhai and in all it's beauty.<br><br>There were only a few people as he entered, senses adjusting quite painfully to the stark white walls and the intense smell of anti-septic compounds. He nodded to one of them, a fellow Turian (https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/eafca54a-43b0-49f7-a60c-7e8c4189c02c/db5dsyn-b9a2643f-d48d-4d6f-ac23-2915b2f75d8a.png/v1/fill/w_900,h_1012,q_80,strp/eliana_corvalis_by_crazysuperior_db5dsyn-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xMDEyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvZWFmY2E1NGEtNDNiMC00OWY3LWE2MGMtN2U4YzQxODljMDJjXC9kYjVkc3luLWI5YTI2NDNmLWQ0OGQtNGQ2Zi1hYzIzLTI5MTViMmY3NWQ4YS5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9OTAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.J_91zYx-asXjJWDCXSDbMu1cv5_WVQDYvWNaD7di3Hs). Medical personnel, judging from her garb. Seeing him enter, she made a squeak and quickly dropped what she was doing, shuffling to exit the room as fast as possible. Bemused, Arcus tapped his mandibles with his claws. He could understand other species being intimidated by him or not liking him altogether, but he'd hoped he wouldn't receive the same treatment from women of his own kin. He looked... adequate, did he not? Was it the large fringes?<br><br>Sighing, he continued on his inspection, circling the room and taking in every detail, from the clear monitors to the clean beds, to the wide array of equipment dumped in every corner. "Do you think we'll be making use of the facilities often?" he asked no-one in particular, crossing his arms and staring at the stacks of medi-gel containers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 19:41:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Comfortable and casual. (https://imgur.com/bZeYbjd)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting organized<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus | OPEN<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Space travel wasn’t her favorite thing; knowing that she was only a few feet away from a cold vacuum and absolutely <em>nothing</em> had her stomach in knots and her adrenaline raging. But under the weight of stress and long hours of work, the end results were little more than jittery fingers and an acute awareness of everything around her. As much as she disliked this method of travel, Samantha had been the most eager to get on the ship and leave.<br><br>Well, excepting their pilot, perhaps. Jay’s excitement and enthusiasm might have dulled Sam’s concerns and paranoia just enough to keep her from making it obvious. Whether the asari knew that or not didn’t matter; but Sam appreciated it all the same.<br><br>She foud her private room with ease; this wasn’t the first time being aboard the ship. After making her demands of the equipment necessary by the council, she had also climbed aboard multiple times to plot out her routes. Which was the fasted way to the medical bay if she were down in the cargo hold? If someone came in with an injury and she was all the way in navigation, which hatch would she need to climb through in order to bypass the lift? She took her job seriously, maybe too seriously at times, but at least she knew the ins and out of the ship nearly as well as those who designed her.<br><br>When her personal effects were put away and the Kalanhai was en route, Samantha took the time for a quick wash and change of clothes. Now she was heading back to med-bay, where the late shipment of medi-gel would need to be sorted through and put away. She wasn't expecting to see the turian standing there, arms crossed, looking as stern and grumpy as ever. She didn’t doubt that his question was more rhetoric, and wasn’t directed to her personally. But… she was here, and it felt rude to outright ignore him. They <em>were</em> supposed to be working together, after all.<br><br>“I would hope not.” Samantha crossed the room to where the turian was standing, then began opening the top crate to rummage through inside. “In fact, I hope to be quite bored. It would be nice to think that we can get to where we need to go, and find what we need to find without too much trouble or bloodshed.” But if that were the case, the council certainly wouldn’t have given them access to a ship like this, with the crew and supplies that it carried.<br><br>“But, if and when we do… you’ll be in good hands.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 20:46:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Oooo...Snacks!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Namir; Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay watched with amusement as the unfamiliar human repeated her mistake, never even considering warning him about the grumpy cook lurking within.&nbsp; Crunching another cheesy snack, she waited and then giggled when she saw the man emerge again with his hands up.&nbsp; Leaning, she peeked behind the bar to see if she could spy a bottle of something non-alcoholic to drink, before climbing over to start rummaging around.&nbsp; She popped up at the question from Namir and grinned, nodding quickly.&nbsp; "Sure!&nbsp; I don't know where the bartender is, or if there even is one, but I'm playing at it for now.&nbsp; You want anything?&nbsp; Oh, I'm Jay, the pilot."<br><br>She ducked down again briefly and reappeared holding a bottle of Coke, turning to fetch a bottle of dark rum off the shelves to go with it.&nbsp; As she hunted down a couple of tumblers and some ice, she glanced frequently at Namir.&nbsp; "Biotics specialist, huh?&nbsp; What's your focus, defense, or offense?&nbsp; Or do you do both the same?&nbsp; I kinda got a little bit of training in all of it, but I haven't had much need to use it beyond goofing around.&nbsp; My friends love it when I juggle."&nbsp; She poured herself a strong rum and coke with a handful of ice cubes, and took a small sip, giving a little squeak and shudder before chasing it with a couple more puffs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 22:03:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> On the Hunt<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus, Samantha<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack's room had been just like the human had said it was: made for a krogan.&nbsp; It was big enough to comfortably move around in, and all of the furniture inside was built to be sturdy.&nbsp; Not that there was much, with just a bed, a desk and a chair.&nbsp; But the bed was big with a firm mattress, something that could resist his own weight pressing down on it, and the chair looked like something he could easily kill someone with if he bashed them with it. That was good krogan furniture to him.&nbsp; Setting down his cases, he immediately went to sweep the room for any surveillance devices.&nbsp; He didn't trust anyone on this ship, and he liked his privacy.&nbsp; Once his room was swept clean, he verified the contents of his cases before closing them and making sure they were securely booby-trapped.&nbsp; Anyone trying to rummage around would get a very sudden and abrupt surprise.<br><br>Exiting his room, though not before setting up a simple trick with thread and tape that matched the colour of his door, the krogan navigated the interior of the ship, following the directions towards the med-bay.&nbsp; If he was going to set up a still for making ryncol, he was going to need some ingredients for it, and it would be easier to do if he had something with a high alcohol content to start.&nbsp; As he made his way through the corridors, he watched in amusement at the various reactions from the crew members he met along the way.&nbsp; Some moved out of his way, others jumped in surprise.&nbsp; He didn't stop to knock on the door to the med-bay before entering inside, instead barging right on in.<br><br>“I'm looking for bottles of alcohol,” Drack stated plainly, almost making it sound like a demand, when he saw the turian and human inside.&nbsp; He was about to say more when he looked down at the much shorter human.<br>“Kid, I don't know what you're doing on this ship, but you shouldn't be rummaging around the med-bay.&nbsp; You'll get into trouble.”<br>He looked at the turian and growled, “And what are you doing, letting her get into trouble?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>08-02-2021, 09:19:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sightseeing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam | Drack | Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He didn't expect an answer to his rhetorical question; he didn't expect the owner of said answer to stride forward and reveal herself as a human, either. "That would be wishful thinking, I'm afraid," he said lightly, tapping his claw against his elbow, watching the newcomer go through the medi-gel containers with efficiency. "But, we certainly seem to be stocked up on both supplies and personnel. Either the council is overcompensating, or they think they're sending us into a suicide mission." Arcus didn't enjoy his constant pessimism— it was something he was simply born with. Yet, he found it rude to be bombarding this small human with the possible demise of their whole crew, especially when she was the one that was called upon to explain the Malady to them. The Turian was willing to bet she knew more about the risks than he did. <br><br>"Hmm. Dr. Adams, right?" he asked, taking a moment to recall her name from Sparatus's words. "The Council must've believed in your prowess to send you on this mission. I have no doubt we're in good hands." This was his crass attempt at a compliment, at making polite conversation. Arcus was not a people person— his choice of career reflected that, yet he dealt with numerous people on various occasions, from high and mighty councillors to dirty thieves. Everyone appreciates a little nicety, even if it was stilted or unenthusiastic. <br><br>He was about to offer her help with the crates when thundering footsteps alerted him to another presence. A Krogan barged in looking like an angry elcor, and Arcus turned to him warily, already irked by his demand. Still, he made an effort— he opened his mouth to answer, but was left speechless with surprise when the Krogan rounded on him with a growl. "I doubt the ship doctor would get in trouble for arranging some boxes of medi-gel," he said, clicking his mandibles and looking between them bemusedly. <br><br>"You should ask her if you're looking for alcohol," he said, gesturing towards Dr. Adams with his chin. "But can I ask what you're planning to do with it?" Trust was important in missions like this; Arcus had had to find that out the hard way. They were a group of thirty-something people, floating along the dark vacuum of space in a region where they'd have no backup whatsoever— he felt justified in asking the intended purpose of the alcohol.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>08-02-2021, 10:17:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3f/Namir_Sedeg1.jpg/334px-Namir_Sedeg1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Namir Sedef (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15733505#msg15733505)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Experimental Biotic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> A black sleeveless hooded shirt, simple black pants and red shoes. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Reporting for duty<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Once she gave her permission, Namir set his tray on the bar and slid onto a stool. He liked her energy. He glanced at the wall of bottles before flashing Jay a friendly grin “Nice to meet you Jay. I’ll just have whatever you’re having.” He kept the chuckle to himself. It was a little cheesy, but he just wasn’t picky, and didn’t think there was a need to have her rummage around for something else. <br><br>He nodded at her first question. “I am.” It’s something he’s proud of, no matter the amount of pain it causes. He shook his head with a chuckle at her mention of juggling. “I’d say I’m good at both. I can hold a steady barrier better than most humans and I can pack a punch when I need to. It’s not my focus, but I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He grinned at her playfully before opening the packaging of his high caloric nutrition bar, "So what do you usually juggle?" He asked before taking a bite. <br><br>The moment after, he froze. Just a tick, before he continued to chew with a sour look on his face. The nutrition bar was supposed to have a vanilla flavor, <em>but</em> whatever made these rations did not know what vanilla was, let alone what it tasted like. <br><br>Namir scrunched his face and powered through the initial flavor. It was jarring, but the more he chewed the less bad it became. Whatever flavor it was, it was not vanilla but it was survivable. He looked at the partially wrapped bar with mild confusion before setting it back down onto the tray. “You mentioned a drink, right?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2021, 05:36:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Comfortable and casual. (https://imgur.com/bZeYbjd)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting organized<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus | Drack | OPEN<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>“It is, although you’re welcome to call me Sam. Sometimes it’s a breath of fresh air to break away from formalities.” Did Turians even use nicknames? Was that a concept they entertained? Thinking back on the list of turians she has worked with over the years, she wasn’t certain that was the case. At least not when it came to those who practiced medicine. It was a question she would reserve for another time, but she did find it interesting.<br><br>And that was about as far as the conversation went. Before she could make a comment about <em>why</em> the council chose her for this assignment, a new experience arrived in the form of a Krogan. And even though this was the first Krogan she had seen in the flesh -they didn’t exactly roam the Presidium, after all- there was no doubt as to <em>what</em> he was. <em>And here I thought they had exaggerated the size of them with that monument on the Citadel…</em><br><br>Samantha blinked up at Drack, forced to crane her head back just to take in the whole package and she suddenly had a better understanding of why his people were feared so much. The Krogan were <em>big</em>, with a voice so deep she could almost feel it vibrating through her chest. But his eyes were pretty, and she couldn’t help but grin up at Arcus while he was berated for letting her loose in her own workspace.<br><br>“I’m Sam,” she said with a pleased laugh, extending her hand out to shake the Krogan’s. She expected it to hang there, empty and awkward as it usually did when she was meeting an alien not accustomed to human culture. But it couldn’t be said that she wasn’t going to at least try. “If you’re looking for alcohol… I think you’ll have better luck at the bar. I just have antiseptic and I’ll be needing those.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>09-02-2021, 06:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> On the Hunt<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus, Samantha<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“The ship's doctor?”<br>Drack looked at the tiny female human and then back at the turian.&nbsp; He didn't know who this turian was, but this was a first hearing one make that obvious of a joke.&nbsp; The krogan wasn't a dumb brute, nor was he gullible.&nbsp; He had killed a few humans in the contact war, and though it was at a fair distance, they didn't look this small in his scope, not unless humans handed out degrees at such an early age.&nbsp; He turned to the human, Sam she called herself, as she held out a hand towards him.&nbsp; Oh, he recognized that gesture alright.&nbsp; It was practically universal, even krogan's did something similar.<br><br>Stepping forward, Drack placed his large hands underneath her shoulders, hefted her off of the ground, and after a quick judge of her weight, tossed her into the air before catching her again.&nbsp; He'd done it many times before, and she didn't weigh much at all.&nbsp; Tossing her up without her hitting her head on the ceiling was as easy as shooting pyjak.<br>“Look at you kid, knowing where to find alcohol,” Drack stated. “You're going to go far in future.&nbsp; Maybe we'll share a drink someday when you're liver has developed enough to handle it.”<br><br>He turned to the turian and gave him a glare as he tossed Sam up and caught her again, “You think I'm gullible turian?&nbsp; I was bigger and heavier than her before I was a decade old and you're telling me she's our doctor.&nbsp; Next you're going to tell me humans start training for the future when their fresh out of their diapers.&nbsp; Wait till I'm drunk first and maybe you'll slip that one past me.&nbsp; Which is why I need the alcohol: I want to make ryncol and disinfectant takes less time than what you'd get in a bar.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>09-02-2021, 15:59:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sightseeing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam | Drack | Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The krogan gave him a glare of disbelief, and Arcus turned back to the human doctor —Sam, as she'd asked him to call her— to reassess. He wasn't entirely wrong; she was certainly small for her species, even smaller when compared to a giant, presumably ancient krogan. "I only know what the council told me. Perhaps—" The Turian was left hanging as Drack plucked Sam off the ground and started throwing her up in the air— as if she was a baby. "I..." He found no words to rebut that or remedy the situation, since no one had specifically ever told him what to do when a krogan starts tossing people around. <br><br>After a moment, he grabbed the human by the collar of her jacket while she was in mid air, deciding to spare her the humiliation of being tossed around like a rock, though he kept her suspended mid air while he addressed Drack. "Everyone would be a child to you, krogan. Your kind lives to unhealthily long ages." Just as long as the Asari, yet much less refined and much much more barbaric. "Perhaps the doctor is simply underdeveloped and malnourished. Did you have a good meal before we departed, Dr. Adams?" he asked, letting go of her jacket and letting her fall to the floor. <br><br>"Ryncol? Not even a full day aboard the ship, and you're already trying to get us killed?" He growled in much the same with Drack did, his voice flanged as all turians' were, and crossed his arms again, pulling back the grim, distrusting expression he so often put on. He'd met many of his kind during long military career of course, many of them more ill-tempered than this one was, but never in his life had he seen one shake down a doctor for disinfectant to make booze. It was alarming, but also quite amusing, he had to admit. "Anti-septic's in those bottles labelled 'Anti-septic'," he answered, pointing to the container of clear bottles with clear liquid inside them. <br><br>"Are you gonna invite the whole crew to your merry little party, then?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2021, 18:18:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Comfortable and casual. (https://imgur.com/bZeYbjd)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting organized<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus | Drack | OPEN<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>When a Krogan grabbed you with both hands, you gave them your full attention. He certainly had her’s. Samantha made a startled sound as she was plucked up off the ground, something mixed between an ‘eep’ and ‘oh shit’. Seconds later she was effortlessly tossed into the air and caught again, and it left the woman nearly as baffled as the turian seemed to be.<br><br><em>Well this isn’t embarrassing.</em> She might have been on the shorter side, but she certainly wasn’t <em>tiny</em>. At least by human standards. Compared to a Krogan she was no match, a point that was proven as she tried pulling at his fingers to release his hold. Earth had movies about this situation, she was just glad that Drack hadn’t decided to throw her over his shoulder and climb the Citadel tower in his reenactment of King Kong.<br><br>In little time Arcus rescued her, but even that was awkward and embarrassing and made her cheeks a brilliant shade of red. It was one thing to be plucked out of the air, and it was quite another to be suspended there like an object rather than a person. Once Arcus dropped Sam, rather than setting her politely back to her feet, she straightened her jacket and readjusted her clothing, scowling and fumbling with some reaction that would be better than outrage and indignation. She was quite possibly the first interstellar short-joke.<br><br>“Well <em>that</em> was flattering. You know I don’t expect anyone to have a fetish for humans, but I had hoped for a little decency and respect.” Clothes back in order, she chose to disengage from their reach and swiftly moved over to the medi-gel crates once again. “If you’re finished poking fun at me, I have work to do.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>09-02-2021, 19:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Dark Green overalls with oil stains.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> In for a snack<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Namir<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The crew's Bionic man (as opposed to the biotic man) arrives into the galley, in the same oil stained outfit he wore during the loading, which seemed to have increased in the amount of stains since departure. Jacob's augmented right hand coated in an omni-tool that dissipates pretty soon after he steps into the galley, heading straight for the door to the stores housing the drell cook, who immediately growls in annoyance at yet another idiot crawling into his kingdom. Instead of even trying to barge in, the human proceeds to give out a sitrep as if not being about five seconds away from being stabbed by a chef's knife.<br><br><strong>"We found the missing flarn, someone loaded it up in the lab supplies. I'll have..."</strong> Sink stops, and his right eye flashes up and a close observer can see the tiny text appear over his eye. <strong>"...Jaeda deliver it up here as soon as she's done with her current task. See you at dinner."<br></strong><br>With that, he lets the door close and turns to the two at the bar, raising the mechanical arm to them. "Hey. Sorry about the quick bail earlier, Sedef, was it?" Addressing the human, as he moves to lean on the bar, and turns attention to Jay. <strong>"You - I can't say we have met, and can't recognize by file alone. No offense, but I still haven't figured out how to tell you Asari faces apart. Krogan, Salari, easy as pie in comparison. But I'm guessing you are... Councillor Tevos in disguise?"</strong> Sink's face giving off that very human facial expression indicating that he's making a friendly joke at his own ineptitude to recognize asari from one another. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>10-02-2021, 00:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Oooo...Snacks!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay paused in her drink-mixing to peer at him in fascination as he explained, in far too vague of terms, his abilities in biotics.&nbsp; She found other races who grew adept with the skill intriguing, especially humanity since many of them had inferior implants that caused nasty side-effects.&nbsp; Her lips parted to ask if he had ever experienced any, but he asked his question first and gained a reprieve from the insufferably nosy asari's curiosity.&nbsp; "Oh, all sorts of things!&nbsp; I managed to toss my friend Adora once, but...ah, the larger something or, in this case, some-one - Adora's an elcor - is the harder it is for me to control where they go.&nbsp; Poor thing wound up being bumped into a wall and landing upside down, which for an elcor is <em>quite</em> upsetting.&nbsp; I..don't juggle people anymore, so mostly stick to oranges!"<br><br>Flushed with residual shame over the situation she'd described, she returned to making his drink and managed to slide it across to him just as he remembered as well.&nbsp; Her gaze shifted between his face and the energy bar he was eating, amusement clear in her eyes as she grabbed her bag of cheesy puffs and popped another one between her lips.&nbsp; "Rations good?"&nbsp; Her tone was trying for casual innocence, but she was clearly not built for such pretend and her lips kept twitching in high humor over his unfortunate predicament.<br><br>When the door opened again, the jovial cast of her expression only heightened as the chef had his third interruption in less than ten minutes.&nbsp; Violet eyes widen with unmasked interest as Sink's arm rises and its mechanical nature is brought to her attention.&nbsp; "Oh, bad-ass!&nbsp; I mean, uh...Hey, I'm Jay!&nbsp; Your work is so cool!&nbsp; Do you know who did it?&nbsp; What's the specs?"&nbsp; Her eyes flitted back and forth between the two humans, one a biotic and the other bionic, and found herself hard-pressed to figure out who to interrogate first.&nbsp; Oh hell, why pick one when she could do both at the same time!&nbsp; <br><br>"Want a drink?&nbsp; Rum and cokes are in the offing, but I can probably figure out something else if you want, as long as it's not too fancy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>10-02-2021, 20:13:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> On the Hunt<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus, Samantha<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Watch it!” Drack admonished the turian when he plucked her out of the air.&nbsp; “That’s not how to catch a child, you could hurt them.&nbsp; You’d make a lousy father.”<br>He shrugged when the turian brought up the matter of age, “It’s not about age, it’s about relative size.&nbsp; I’ve seen humans before and this one is smaller in comparison.”<br>The krogan rubbed his chin in thought.<br>“Though they were warriors, and those tend to be the bigger and tougher of the bunch.”<br>He looked Sam up and down.&nbsp; Small, thin limbs.&nbsp; Definitely not warrior material.&nbsp; Maybe she was their ship’s doctor after all.&nbsp; As for her being an adult of her species, Drack still had some doubts.&nbsp; It was hard to believe she was past the equivalent of the rite of passage or into the maiden stage.&nbsp; He’d have to look into that.<br>&nbsp;<br>Drack didn’t miss her indignant rebuke after being dropped onto the ground, “I don’t know what a fetish is, but I’m not going to eat you if that’s what you’re asking.&nbsp; As for respect, well, I haven’t headbutted you yet, that’s pretty respectful.”<br>He had no intentions of making a show of dominance on someone he wasn’t entirely certain was a fully grown adult.<br>“Haven’t headbutted anyone yet.&nbsp; Maybe I’m going soft,” he grunted, eyeing the turian briefly before shaking his head.&nbsp; Getting what he needed for ryncol was more important.<br>&nbsp;<br>The krogan huffed at the turian’s remark as he made his way to the container of anti-septics, “Ryncol isn’t dangerous if you store it properly.”<br>No one was saying no, and he wouldn’t have listened anyways.&nbsp; He considered taking the entire container, but it would be better to start small first, make sure the still he hadn’t even drafted yet worked.&nbsp; Two bottles would do for now, give him something to work with.<br>&nbsp;“Unless there’s more krogan aboard,” Drack started to laugh, “it’s hard to have a party when everyone passes out or dies before they finish a glass.&nbsp; Know anyone who can handle their ryncol, turian?”<br>&nbsp;<br>As he made his way out of the med-bay, on significantly quieter feet than when he came in, he paused at the doorway and turned around to Sam.<br>“Listen kid, I don’t know if the turian is right about you being malnourished or not.&nbsp; But if the cook doesn’t put down good meals for you, let me know.&nbsp; They’ll have plenty of time to make up for it, on account of not being able to leave the kitchen due to broken legs.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>12-02-2021, 02:46:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3f/Namir_Sedeg1.jpg/334px-Namir_Sedeg1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Namir Sedef (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15733505#msg15733505)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Experimental Biotic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> A black sleeveless hooded shirt, simple black pants and red shoes. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Reporting for duty<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Namir listened to her story and winced in sympathy. “I hope everything worked out. I can’t say that i’ve actually juggled anyone.” He smiled at her reassuringly as he grabbed his drink. The taste of the ration still lingering in his mouth. He grimaced with an exaggerated flair when Jay asked if the ration was good. “No, I don’t think it is.” He pushed the tray away from him several inches. <br><br>He was about to continue when another human entered the room. Namir had seen him in the cargo bay earlier. He wondered why the man got the cybernetics, but he knew that was not a topic for a first meeting. No matter how much he wanted to ask. He nodded when the man spoke to him. “Oh, it’s no problem,” He waved away the apology. “But yeah, Sedef is my last name. Call me Namir.” He smiled and even chuckled a little at the bionic man’s joke. <br><br>Finally, he took a sip as Jay explained what the drink was. His eyebrows went up when he found out that it was in rum and coke! He hadn’t had that in years. It was a pretty difficult drink to find on an asari ship. <br><br>After he got over what his drink was he looked at the newcomer before speaking. “So, what’s your role on the ship? I saw you coordinating quite a bit in the cargo bay.” If he had to guess the man was some kind of organizational personnel. Maybe an engineer or scientist? With an arm like that he would bet something on the tech side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>12-02-2021, 03:51:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Dark Green overalls with oil stains.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> In for a snack<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Namir, Open<br><br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"A barrage of questions, but no answers? You truly ARE councilor Tevos in disguise!"</strong> Sink gasps with feigned surprise while leaning that Mechanical arm closer to the asari, showing the beaut off. <strong>"One half Systems Alliance Medical Corps, the other have genuine Jacob Sinclair. The better half, if you ask me!"</strong> Jacob announces with quite the bit of pride in his own handiwork. That given that he makes several motions to present the functions inherent, whizzing and whining coming from the systems inside quite audible at the close range. The palm and fingers open up and fingers separate in a bunch of tiny tendrils each with a different type of tool attached to it, not dissimilar to an integrated Swiss army knife. <strong>"It's got everything but the kitchen sink."</strong><br><br>That bringing his attention to Namir, and his inquiry, while letting Asari gawk at his arm. <strong>"Which reminds me, That'd be me, Jacob Sinclair, or Sink when you feel informal. Chief Engineer. We were supposed to have a quartermaster, but I assume that was a no-show as I got reassigned to storage duty as well. Not that I mind, I like to keep a tight lookout on supplies as is." </strong><br><br>With that his arm tools retract inside the metal hand with a cracking sound emitting from inside as his middle finger tendrils refuses to retract and begins to tug back and forth as it attempts it twice more. Jacob's eyebrows burrow as he moves to stare his normal and cyber-eye towards the malfunctioning appendage. <strong>"Really, now? When I'm trying to show off to a cutie? Good timing, middle, very good."</strong> He leans his head down in defeat, sighing deep. <strong>"Now, I could go for that drink. <span class="bbc_u">Heavy</span> on the rum." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>13-02-2021, 00:43:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Oooo...Snacks!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Oh, yeah, Adora was fine!&nbsp; There was just a lot of 'Heavy sarcasm, thrown any friends into the all lately, Jay?' and 'Icy reception, Hello, Jay, my back is feeling better, not that you asked, derisive snort.'&nbsp; You know, that sort of stuff."&nbsp; Grinning, Jay offered her bag of cheesy puffs out to Namir, even as she reached with her free hand to pick up the ration bar.&nbsp; After giving it a sniff, she took a small bite and blinked, slowly she chewed and rolled it over her tongue, brow furrowed as she tried to figure out the flavor.&nbsp; "Is buttermilk and...apple?...a common human flavor combination?&nbsp; I've never had anything that tastes quite like that.&nbsp; Normally I enjoy new experiences, but I think that one could have been skipped."&nbsp; She snickered and sipped her drink, looking back to Sink and poking her tongue out at him.<br><br>"I'm way more fun than her, thank you very much!&nbsp; I am the pilot, and I'd make a terrible spy.&nbsp; I suck at lying and can't even manage to be quiet when I'm knocked out."&nbsp; She didn't bother explaining how exactly she knew that, since he started showing off and she had something intriguing to look at.&nbsp; Bending closer, she watched his hand do its thing, eyes wide and her lips parted as she breathed soft 'ooo' and 'woooah' sounds at all the little tools.&nbsp; His middle finger malfunctioning made her snort and pop up, smirking at him.&nbsp; "Prolly just worn out from overuse, that one."<br><br>She mixed him up a drink, making sure to add the rum with a heavy hand, then sipped her own drink again.&nbsp; "Did you guys get briefed on the mission like we did?&nbsp; Gnarly images and all?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>baadbaarbie</strong> on <strong>13-02-2021, 03:03:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mH9gDKY.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Maxine Petrovna<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Armory Chief <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Standard Blacks (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/53/6e/40536ec5dd718a8833213a9534759eb9.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sea legs? Space legs? Either way, need a snack.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The first thing that Maxine noticed after the jump was how <em>loud</em> everything was. <br><br>Growing up, she’d always been taught that space was silent; in it’s vast emptiness, it swallowed sound so completely it was difficult to imagine how stifling she might have found it. Perhaps naively, she’d expected that oppressive stillness to penetrate even the sturdiest of hulls. <br><br>Maxine had quickly discovered after her departure from Earth that there was more than enough sound aboard a ship to make up for it, and the <em>Kalanhai</em>, well crafted machine that it was, still rang loudly enough in her ears to drown out her thoughts. The whirring of engines, the humming of inlaid tech, the slight rattle of the elevator doors as it rose mid-deck… none of it was enough to distract her from the incessant turning of her stomach. <br><br>Six months of contract work in the final frontier and not a day had gone by that she hadn’t spent half her morning hunched over the toilet. It was a miracle to her now, staring back at her reflection in the well-polished door, that she wasn’t literally green in the face. There was just something about the knowledge that there was no ground spinning steadily beneath her feet that unsettled her. <br><br>The elevator jerked to an unexpected halt, forcing Maxine’s feet out from under her as the doors hissed open. The <em>Kalanhai</em> was easily the most luxurious ship she’d worked on since leaving the Alliance, what with it’s sprawling galley and-- she squinted briefly before squashing any glee that may have broken across her face-- an honest to god <em>bar</em>. <br><br>Where reason might have driven her to the medbay for a quick dose of antiemetic, pride steered her quickly away. There was no stomach unease a pack of soda crackers and a ginger ale couldn’t cure (or so her mother had always promised her). <br><br>It would have been a simple enough mission too, had a small gathering not already been amassed at the bar. While she had no qualms skipping introductions, Maxine didn’t exactly revel in the idea of alienating herself on day one, either. Where most days she might have scooped up her goods and retreated to her cabin, she begrudgingly forced herself into a seat <em>juuuuuuust</em> far enough away from the group that they wouldn’t have to engage if they didn’t want to.<br><br>Staring down at her crackers, she really hoped they didn’t want to. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>14-02-2021, 04:02:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3f/Namir_Sedeg1.jpg/334px-Namir_Sedeg1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Namir Sedef (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15733505#msg15733505)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Experimental Biotic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> A black sleeveless hooded shirt, simple black pants and red shoes. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Reporting for duty<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>Namir couldn’t contain the grin and the laughter that bubbled out of him when she elaborated. “It’s hard to imagine an elcor being a mean girl, but that is one hell of an image.” He imagined several different human classics with an elcor lead instead of the typical high school head cheerleader type. He chuckled to himself at the thought as Jay stole a bite of his ration. <br><br>He watched with curiosity as she chewed. “They normally aren’t.” He looked at the offending ration skeptically. “And are you sure that’s what it is?” His eyes moved up to her with a thoughtful expression. “I grew up and that stuff, and- not together, mind you,” he clarified, “I don’t remember it tasting like that.”&nbsp; He shook his head with a grin. <br><br>Sink and Jay’s banter was entertaining. So far this contract was turning out to be pretty good. The krogan had been intimidating, but that’s what they were supposed to be, right? He even met a citadel counselor! How many humans could say that? So far he was glad his captain pushed him to take the contract, besides the obscene amount of credits it paid. <br><br>Namir nodded with an impressed expression when Sink fully introduced himself. “Impressive.” He said. Right before a cracking sound came from Sink’s malfunctioning cybernetics. He took a sip of his own drink and chuckled at Jay’s comment about overuse. <br><br>He looked towards Jay with a confused look when she asked about a briefing. “Gnarly images? No, I didn’t get anything like that. I know this is some undercover mission looking for info to help the humans getting sick.” He looked between the two of them, not noticing the third human to enter the galley. “What have you been told about what we’re up against?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>14-02-2021, 16:45:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting called a lousy father<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam | Drack | Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The Turian rounded on this demented krogan, eyes narrowed and mandibles clicking in annoyance. "Me, a lousy father? I find it ironic coming from an ancient krogan who mistakes a malnourished and genetically stinted adult for a child and tosses her like a ball. In case you haven't noticed, you can't handle humans like you do krogan. They're fleshy, and soft and weak." At this point he wasn't sure if he was ripping into the Krogans or the humans. He fancied he hit two birds with one stone. Or whatever that human expression was. He internally cursed himself for using a human proverb. <br><br>He sighed, scratching the back of his neck with his claws, scanning the impressive facilities of the med-bay once again. He'd done his job of checking out the place, even if he did had to participate in an impromptu human-tossing match with a krogan. It might be time to leave, get going to the other parts of the ship— plus the doctor seemed to be absolutely pissed at them, now. "But I treated you with respect, Dr. Adams. Sam. I rescued you from falling to your death by the krogan's hands." <br><br>"I believe there is at least one other. The Citadel loves to employ Krogan, for whatever reason." Probably because they were hardy, and nigh unkillable— if they managed to survived birth, that is. "Don't look at me, Krogan. I'm not about to give myself alcohol poisoning. Try looking for the other Turian on board. Mercenary like, carries himself like some kind of rogue. He looks like the type to indulge." He didn't remember his name (he really should call a meeting or something, like a respectable commanding officer), but he did seem awfully friendly with Sparatus. <br><br>He cleared his throat, backing away from the medi-gel containers to give the doctor some space. "I suppose I'll leave you to your devices. Good day, doctor." He glanced at the burly creature, suddenly realising they hadn't even introduced themselves. "Unnamed Krogan. Funny how we seem to forget basic niceties. My name is Arcus Aurelion. Spectre." <br><br>With that, he exited the room and continued on his rounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>14-02-2021, 18:35:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-bay &gt; Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> On the Hunt<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus, Jacob. Jay, Maxine, Namir, Samantha<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A turian spectre?&nbsp; Drack grunted in discontent.&nbsp; More than likely he was going to be the leader of this mission. This wasn't the first time he had worked for a turian, but he never liked it.&nbsp; At least whatever they were doing wouldn't be boring, the council didn't send out a spectre for a milk run.&nbsp; No wonder councillor Tevos didn't want to share any details in the cargo bay.&nbsp; Not that he regretted being rude to her at all.&nbsp; Council was full of pricks with sticks up their asses, they needed reminding that not everyone thought they were above them.<br>“Jorgal Drack.&nbsp; Scout,” he grunted in reply.&nbsp; That was about all of the politeness he was going to give to the turian today.<br><br>Leaving the med-bay, he contemplated where to head next.&nbsp; He got his prize, but it was still going to take some time before he could turn it into ryncol and he was already working up another thirst.&nbsp; Krogan organs were great at dealing with toxins, but trying to keep a good buzz going was a constant trial.&nbsp; The galley seemed the best place to head to, see if there was anything there that could tide him over in the mean time.&nbsp; Normally Drack wouldn't be so optimistic, it was in his experience that serious missions rarely allowed alcohol on board, but the turian didn't object too hard about him making, drinking and sharing ryncol with others, so there was a glimmer of hope.&nbsp; Thinking about it, that was something of a mark in the turians favour.&nbsp; Maybe he should really remember the turian's name.&nbsp; Arcus's name.<br><br>Drack stepped into the galley area on surprisingly soft feet, instantly spotting the bar.&nbsp; There was also a kitchen area with a surly looking drell there, but the krogan didn't give a shit.&nbsp; It was the bar that mattered right now.&nbsp; Of course, it wasn't empty, but that just met the people there knew what was important.&nbsp; He had come in just at the tail end of the asari mentioning the mission.&nbsp; Instinct pegged her at maiden stage.&nbsp; She was working behind the bar, but he didn't think that made her the bartender.&nbsp; Asari commando maybe?&nbsp; The mission would be more entertaining if there was one aboard, but he wasn't going to leap to conclusions.&nbsp; Two of the humans he recognized, one of them had stared at him down in the cargo bay and the other had given him his room number. He still needed to find out if the latter skull.&nbsp; The third one gave him pause.&nbsp; She was as tiny as Sam, but had much thicker arms and legs.&nbsp; That told him warrior, but she was so damn small.&nbsp; It was enough that Drack was beginning to rethink his stance on whether or not the doctor was a fully grown adult.&nbsp; He'd have to double check before he said anything more on that.<br><br>Walking over to the bar, Drack looked at the asari, “What's the strongest thing here?&nbsp; I want a glass of that.”<br>As he got close to the counter, he stopped by the human with the cybernetics.&nbsp; There was a second's worth of pause before the krogan suddenly headbutted him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>14-02-2021, 22:18:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Dark Green overalls with oil stains.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> In for a snack<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Namir, Drack, Max<br><br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"Never been partial to buttermilk and apple. But add some lime juice to your rum and coke, and you'll get a traditional Cuba Libre."</strong> With those words he brings his glass to the lips and sips that, resulting in a sigh of relief. "This is the stuff." Eyes raising up to observe the fellows gathered around the table. <strong>"I can't wait for the fun part, Pilot.... That means, you're the Jay Vitoris, or somesuch, right?"</strong> Sentence splitting in the middle as he gets the spark of memory from the crew roster, the corner of his eye betraying a new incomer on the counter. Leading to him raising his glass in greeting towards the white haired girl.<br><br><strong>"Hey Max, Armory to your satisfaction? We still have time and supplies to make adjustments. Just hit me up on the comms if you need tools or manpower."</strong> Acknowledging the new armory officer shortly, as he seemed to have gotten the military 'pure business' vibe from this gal before, and he wasn't going to start the hazing just yet. Then something bigger ends up on Sink's radar.<br><br>Long before he sees, nor hears, the friendly neighbourhood krogan arriving, Jacob could spot the stench of the ryncol creep its sinister tendrils into the room. Leading to the engineer turning to glance at the arriving krogan, just in time for the question, formulating a quick response. <strong>"You, probably, but we don't have a glass big enough for that. Come, take a seat."</strong>Saying that while scooting over closer to Namir, to make way for the krogan to get to the lineup opposite the temporary asari bartender, watching the krogan's ryncol<sup>TM</sup> scented face get closer, and closer. And then it hit him - <span class="bbc_u">Literally.</span> Something cracks.<br><br>The Krogan's headbutt, as lowpowered as is it was, is enough to send an unexpecting engineer to sway back, both from dodge reflex and actual impact. Two momentums complimenting each other, to become movement fast enough to then send the back of his head to pummel straight towards Namir's face. And then, due the obstacle behind loosing his balance, sending him corralling down on to the deck, nose bleeding from the krogan impact. His head was notably bigger than Jacobs, and it managed to hit with a extrusion on the human's soft wind-breaker. And to add insult to injury, the glass of rum-coke comes tumbling down, splashing its contents all over his groin and legs. You know, the most embarrassing region.<br><br>Jacob, stunned for a moment, blinks, blood running from his nose, he lifts his attention to Drack. <strong>"Damn you str- Ack!"</strong> His eyes closing, and hand raising up to it. <strong>"Jeepers. Hasn't hurt this bad since Shanxi."</strong> The other hand searching blindly for something to grab on to raise him from the floor.<br>On the flipside: Drack finds no evidence of a metallic skull.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-02-2021, 00:50:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nair; Sink; Drack; Max | Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Oh, Adora was a <em>total</em> Regina George.&nbsp; Prolly why I dropped her on her fat head, honestly.&nbsp; Some subconscious desire to knock her down a peg or two."&nbsp; She considered that thoughtfully, then blinked and giggled at him, giving a shrug.&nbsp; "Who knows.&nbsp; Like, our tastebuds are probably totally different, and what apples and buttermilk taste like to me is completely different from what they taste like to you.&nbsp; And, the coolest thing about that is <em>we'd never know</em>, 'cause it'd be like trying to describe color to a blind person.&nbsp; Spooky, doncha think?"&nbsp; Her eyes widened and she wiggled orange-stained fingers at him as she did her best Boris Karloff impression for emphasis, then snickered before looking back to Sink.<br><br>"Full name Ja'sia V'doris, but I much prefer Jay to the way you pinkies pronounce it."&nbsp; Her grin widened at him and she ducked briefly to see if she could find any lime juice, voice rising from behind the bar.&nbsp; "I dunno where Shegane hid the limes, they might be in the stores and I'm not going back in there.&nbsp; The drell prolly has them saved to keep your lot from dying of space scurvy."&nbsp; She popped back up and gave an excited, if properly muted, squeal at the arrival of yet another human.&nbsp; Max's hope of not being included died as the energetic asari scooted down the bar to lean across from her with a broad smile.<br><br>"Hi, I'm Jay, that's Namir and the cyborg is Sink.&nbsp; D'ya want a drink?&nbsp; I'm playing bartender while the real one's off goofing around somewhere shirking her duties.&nbsp; I can't make anything fancy, but we're all having rum and cokes.&nbsp; Or...oof, you're not feeling so hot huh?&nbsp; What do humans drink when they're sick?&nbsp; &nbsp;Chicken soup, right?"&nbsp; She glanced at the other two in question, and was just about to respond to Namir's response to her mention of the briefing...when the door opened and the krogan came in.&nbsp; Her head canted as he joined the others at the bar and ordered a drink, brow furrowing as she turned to scan the bottles.<br><br>"That means a high proof, righ-"&nbsp; The commotion behind her made her turn, a bottle of Everclear in one hand.&nbsp; She blinked once at the fact that Sink was now bleeding on the floor and Namir seemed to have been caught in the crossfire, and walked over to put the bottle of 190 proof alcohol in front of the krogan.&nbsp; "Here ya go!&nbsp; I was just gonna tell everyone about what the councilor told us about the mission.&nbsp; Sink, you need some napkins?"&nbsp; She gathered a handful and held them out toward him with a grin.&nbsp; Apparently the asari was quite used to krogans.<br><br>"So, anyway, apparently the batarians fed a bunch of humans this fungus that infects them and turns them into mutant mummies."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>baadbaarbie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2021, 04:34:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mH9gDKY.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Maxine Petrovna (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749806#msg15749806)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Armory Chief <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Standard Blacks (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/53/6e/40536ec5dd718a8833213a9534759eb9.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Holy headbutt.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Namir, Sink, Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>While working on an interspecies crew was as new to Maxine as artificial gravity, the idea of it didn’t turn her stomach as much as she thought it might. Still, she was lukewarm at best. From what she understood, the reason her services were required in the first place were because some of their own lot had wound up sick beyond repair. She might have found it easier to tolerate if the majority of the aliens she’d encountered hadn’t proven themselves to be one of two things: intolerably chatty or insufferably pretentious. <br><br>It was easy to guess which sort the flitty little Asari down at the other end of the bar would be. It seemed she had a smile for everyone, no matter how ill-advised that may have been. With features like that, Max imagined she might have been able to work the relentless charm angle, too. <br><br>Just wasn’t really her style, she supposed. <br><br>She was quickly distracted from her assessment, however, by a decidedly more masculine voice. Maxine had already made herself familiar with the Chief Engineer during boarding. Reading his file hadn’t offered her enough insight; just looking at him, he was more synth than man. Things like that didn’t always translate well into the written word. <br><br><strong>“Womanpower will do, Sinclair. I’ve got it under control.”</strong><br><br>Jacob could offer her as much help as he wanted-- hell, he could even try to force it on her-- and she wouldn’t accept. He didn’t seem the type to have meant it in a pig-headed <em>manly-man</em> sort of way, but Maxine always found that her job was a little easier when she simply handled business by herself. Besides, the last thing she needed was more engineers in her shit.<br><br>She could manage her own overthinking just fine, thank you very much. <br><br>Before she could retreat to the solace of her own company once more, she was cornered-- well, as much as one could be cornered from over the polished lip of a bar. As the bouncy Asari bartender leaned in to introduce herself, Maxine leaned away in kind. <br><br>She didn’t know much about Asari, but she wondered what kind of bullshit voo-doo powers they had that allowed them to see right through her every time. She slapped a hand over the pack of crackers she’d been hoarding, self-conscious at Jay’s suggestion that she looked as ill as she felt.<br><br><strong>“Have you ever even <em>seen</em> a chicken?”</strong><br><br>Thankfully, another newcomer was soon on his way to absorb some of the unwanted attention. For a Krogan, he was stealthier than she’d expected. Though his footfall was light, his weight still betrayed him in the end, rattling the ground as he approached the bar, requested a drink, and--<br><br>Full on <em>headbutted</em> their Chief Engineer. <br><br>Suddenly grateful for her choice in seating, Maxine swiped her snack closer to her chest to avoid becoming collateral damage. Chaos unfolded swiftly around her as she nonchalantly placed a cracker salt-side down on her tongue. Sinclair fell back into the man who had been introduced to her by Jay as Namir before toppling to the floor mere inches from where Maxine’s boots dangled. <br><br>Blood and booze spilled on day one. No Alliance mission had ever been this entertaining. <br><br>Eyebrow quirked, Maxine bent at the waist to offer Jacob a hand up.<br><br><strong>“What do you think, Sinclair? Bein’ headbutted by a Krogan better than being made into a… what was it, <em>mutant mummy</em>?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>16-02-2021, 07:29:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hard Hitting Questions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>His packages finally retrieved, he headed for his sleeping quarters. The bigger package, he planned to drop on his bed for the time being, but the smaller required more...intense caretaking.<br><br>As things turned out, he wouldn't make it there just yet.<br><br>The sign directing him to the Med-Bay caught his eye, and in that moment he remembered that yes, a human was serving as a doctor on this mission. A human who knew exactly what she was getting into and yet chose to drive forward. He wondered at that. And before he knew it, that wonder drove him right through the Med-Bay's door.<br><br>"Sam, was it?" came the buzzing thrum of his voice, just louder than the hiss of the sliding door and the clank of moving equipment. Equipment she was setting up. It seemed she was here to stay. "I was wondering..." he set his package on a nearby table, then rested an elbow atop it as he watched her with sober, serious eyes. "You said that the infection can only spread through bites and oral intake. If, say, a turian or an asari were infected, hardly noticed, and happened to bite a human--say in a kinky, fun-time way--would that human be screwed?" He chuckled a little. "I mean, in my scenario, they're already getting screwed, but will it turn into the bad kind of screwing?" It was a crazy scenario to focus on, all in all, but it would be fun to see how the doctor reacted to it. And revealing. <br><br>"Oh, and what about the many fluids that get swapped and tossed around in any given sexual encounter? Are those safe?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>16-02-2021, 08:37:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Elevator to upper deck<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The more of the crew he met, the more befuddled Arcus became. He'd checked out most of the ship now, top deck to bottom deck, and so far he'd met quite the mix characters. There was this tiny doctor who got tossed around by a Krogan, the said krogan wanting to brew fucking ryncol on board, the rabble of humans and the Asari pilot gossiping in the commons, the weird Drell botanist who couldn't answer a simple question about his own plants— the one they would be eating for the whole voyage. <br><br>He couldn't claim to know better than the Council, but he would be lying if he said they didn't make some strange choices in their selection of personnel. And most everyone didn't seem to know what they were even doing on this supposedly dangerous, high-profile mission. He'd assumed that the Council briefed all of the crew on what they were staking their lives for, not just the few that they summoned up to the chambers. He'd assumed wrong. He'd also assumed one of the doctors or perhaps the virologists would tell the crew what was happening. He'd also assumed that wrong. <br><br>The Turian sighed, not even really focusing on where his feet took him. Arcus was never one for speaking up on the stage, but he did want the crew, his crew to be prepared and informed as best as possible. He'd be damned if they somehow carelessly got themselves killed because he failed to impress upon them the importance and goal of their mission. <br><br>He noticed out of the corner of his eye that he'd reached the elevators, but he failed to take into account the Salarian that came out of it. The one that bumped into his frame, prompting a surprised growl from the Turian. "Oh, a Salarian. Careful, little man." He was already brushing past him to go up to the comms when he realised that he recognised this particular salarian— from the dossiers on the crew. Now, he hadn't really delved into them (because of time constraints, of course), but he did peek into one that was tagged as a prospect to join the Spectres. STG operative. "Wait, I know you, don't I?" he mused, letting the elevator doors close and go up empty. "You're either the STG agent that's tagged to become a Spectre, or that one smuggler that talked about these creatures called ducks all the time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>16-02-2021, 14:17:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Silver-and-black hue<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Elevator -&gt; <del>Sleeping Quarters</del> A Salarian's chest.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Continuing Introductions and getting Distracted<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Arcus, OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>There were many things to consider with the various individuals that Jackiro had encountered thus far: Humans with a propensity for forgetting their own names in conversation, and yet were expected to run the ship as its Engineer; A grumpy Krogan who mostly complained about alcohol like an unprofessional Omega-born hick; The strange Drell and Asari combo who tormented an idiotic Salarian who couldn't even logic his way out of a wet paper bag, leave alone a rudimentary prank; and a surly Turian who tried to present himself as a mysterious helper as well as an unspoken badass, all while sallying up to the unknown on the side of an idiot. The last few were more curious, to be fair. The Asari and the Drell were cute enough that their antics could be seen as 'quirky', or give them a sort of coquettish allure. The Turian was clearly holding enough of his cards to his chest that he was either a bluffing genius, or was genuinely a source of intrigue on this mission already intriguingly uninformative mission. Then there was the involvement of the council, and the vast and multicultural nature of the crew. It implied a mission that walked on eggshells perhaps, and that was meant to be perceived as a group effort. Doing so could minimalize political ramifications if something went wrong, or boost morale of Citadel present species if it went right. So many angles to consider and analyse. His head was running laps trying to corral the various mental hoops from rolling down a hill and -<br><br><em><strong>Thunk</strong></em><br><br>The sensation of hitting something solid had the Salarian briefly stumble. Already on the backfoot, Jackiro heard what could only be described as a growl of some-sort, which prompted the Salarian operative to reach for the slot on his belt where a Pistol would normally be. He remembered that he was disarmed, and instead looked to wind up a backswing. Perhaps this was an assailant? Could be an enemy of the mission striking pre-emptively, or perhaps an agent of the League of One?<br><br>...He'd always secretly hoped he'd have an assassination attempt at least once in his life.<br><br>As his Omnitool started to react to the inputs of his digits, the Salarian's eyes settled on the thing that had bumped him and growled. Tall form, broad figure, strong Turian frills and orange markings...This wasn't an assassination attempt, this was the Spectre! "Oh..." He almost sounded disappointed for a moment, before his features perked up with realisation that, while this wasn't an assassin, this was the person he'd been looking for! "...Arcus, I assume?" He said, moving off of the ball of his heel and standing straight. He disengaged the Omnitool, and smiled, even as his hands rose up to adjust his collar which was slightly askance after the bump. "Cannot claim to have extensive knowledge of a 'duck.' I'm afraid. Am STG Agent Jackiro Indri though." He paused, before quickly adding. "Recognise you from description given by surly Turian with the blue markings." His first instinct was to offer to shake the Turian's hand. It was on his mind from the first meeting, but he knew it was a human custom and the Turians in particular had a...prickly stance on the humans. Instead he simply straightened up and put his arms behind his back; a salute of sorts, if not a slightly informal one. Respectful, without kissing ass. The man clearly had an aura of a hardened warrior about him, and his status likely made ass-kissing an unpleasant reality. Everyone had to begrudgingly respect and fear Spectres, after all.<br><br>"Afraid I do not know much about the mission. Details were kept hush-hush from what I can tell. Hoping you might be able to inform me? Mission details obviously kept clandestine for a reason, I assume some form of subtlety required. Multicultural make up of crew indicative of council's need to avoid this being seen as inciting incident by any particular species...Wouldn't want details of such a mission to leak out over Extranet." He was starting to ponder again, entering that thoughtful Salarian drawl that often came when their overactive mind started to work itself into a state of concentration. "Oh, before anything, would like to query about organising Poker game with members of crew. Human game, but mostly one of statistics and bluffing. Excellent way to analyse personality types of crew."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-02-2021, 22:33:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Comfortable and casual. (https://imgur.com/bZeYbjd)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Turian 2.0<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | OPEN<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>With the brutish krogan and equally infuriating turian finally gone, Samantha was left in relative peace to finish her tasks and to regain her composure. Crates of medi-gel were sorted and organized, while all excess stores were carefully places out of the way in the storage compartments against the bulkhead. She had just dropped the hatch over the last one when a voice caught her by surprise from over her shoulder. Samantha jumped a little, but turned around to greet the turian she recognized from the Citadel. She was at the disadvantage, however, because she never did learn his name.<br><br>Then he asked his question, and for a moment the only response she was able to give was a slow lift of her brow before her lips finally tugged into a humorous smirk. “I’m sorry, this is actually refreshing compared to my <em>last</em> conversation.” She wasn’t being called things like, “malnourished” or “genetically stinted”. Luus opened his mouth and Sam’s first reaction wasn’t to shove her fist into it in order to shut him up.<br><br>Maybe this turian was teasing her? Maybe these questions were just to see what she would tolerate and what would cause her brain to sputter and spit like a live wire? But it was a question, honest enough, and she could see that there was some confusion that needed to be cleared up. The doctor, dressed far more casually and more comfortably than when they first met, crossed her arms at her ample chest and leaned against one of the stationary medical beds. She sincerely hoped that it would never need to be used.<br><br>“If you managed to eat one of those spores and had a fever right now, I don’t think it would be catching. We don’t yet have enough evidence to fully back up this theory, mind you, but all indications suggest that this is only disastrous to humans once it gets into our bloodstream.” Sam lifted one of her hands, making a casual gesture with it as she spoke, comfortably meeting his mischievous gaze without getting her feathers ruffled. “And Asari have biotics, so the fungi burn out of their system almost instantly. Nibbles from them will be relatively safe. You turians, however, are a different matter. Stop by here for antihistamines before you decide to share too much leisure time with a human. You might give the wrong impression if you send them into anaphylactic shock after they try to show you a few tricks that mandibles might otherwise interfere with.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-02-2021, 03:53:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hard Hitting Questions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>There was so much you could learn about a person when you surprised them with odd or offputting situations, and this was the time to get a peek at the doctor's true self--if only a small one. His gaze was intense, keeping in contact with hers as she stared with a lifted brow. Then, a smirk cracked across her facade and her words, far more casual than up on the citadel, came forth. "I should hope so. I like to think of myself as pleasant enough to be around. Mostly."<br><br>Then came her explanation, her leaning against a bed as he leaned against his package and speaking frankly. By the time she came around to what humans might have that turians did not, he tried and failed to hold back a laugh. "Say a Turian had biotics of his own? Wouldn't be too surprised if they aren't strong enough to burn it away like the Asaris', but could it be?" <br><br>After a moment, his mandibles raised lightly, and his eyes crinkled and twinkled in what any human would recognize as a mischievous smile. "And what sort of human oral tricks should I be looking out for? In your medical opinion, of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-02-2021, 04:57:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Comfortable and casual. (https://imgur.com/bZeYbjd)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Turian 2.0<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | OPEN<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Samantha didn’t even hesitate to answer Luus’ first question, she already knew that answer with certainty. “Apparently these spores <em>really</em> don’t like biotics. It doesn’t really matter how strong or how weak someone’s control over them is, the presence of dark matter -or maybe just the mass effect fields- is more than enough.” Samantha tilted her head off to one side, then proceeded to momentarily rock on her heels where she stood.<br><br>“Take, for instance, myself: I was born with biotic abilities. But a sneeze has more force than what I can come up with. If I even try to float something like, say… a pen? I’ll be down with a migraine and nosebleeds for the rest of the day.” Sam extended her hand, and instead of calling up an impressive blue crackle of energy, it was more like a single spark of static. Looking over at Luus, she wasn’t surprised to see that he <em>hadn’t</em> started to tremble in awe and fear. She smiled again, but not with humor. “I was with the others when they got sick; only instead of sprouting spores and having my insides dry up, I ended up with a fever and chills and stuck in bed for a few days.”<br><br>After momentarily rubbing her fingers together, she returned to crossing her arms at her chest. “So turians with biotics are doubly protected. You’ve got dark matter and dextro-aminos on your side.”<br><br>Her smirk was back. “And as for the second question; check the extranet. I’m sure it’ll be far more entertaining and less clinical than what I might say.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-02-2021, 05:26:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hard Hitting Questions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>In her explanation, she touched on something he'd been wondering and assumed would take a more forward approach to get out of her. Now he knew how she could be here, and had a decent guess as to why. "I'm no master of biotics myself," he would say once she finished talking about her chance survival, eager to change topic. Outliving your crew was deep rabbit hole to go down, and none too pleasant. "But, to give myself credit, I am very good at exploding." <br><br>When her smirk returned, and with it her snappy comeback, he laughed in a boisterous and rhythmic thrum. "The extranet. An excellent prescription, doctor. I'll take it under advisement." For a moment, he waited, pondering more questions, and as he shuffled a bit, his package slipped a little under the weight of his elbow. He righted himself then, picked it up, and flashed a glance from it to her. "Speaking of downtime activities, I managed to smuggle in a game system. I hear it's a big thing on Earth. Whenever you're not too busy fixing up gunshot wounds--very likely my own--feel free to stop by if you're interested and we can play with each other." That twinkle in his eyes showed that maybe, just maybe, he knew how the final words of his offer might be construed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-02-2021, 00:22:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Comfortable and casual. (https://imgur.com/bZeYbjd)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Turian 2.0<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | OPEN<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Samantha rolled her eyes. Wide, slow, overly dramatic, with just enough of a toothy grin on her face to make it clear that she wasn’t actually bothered by his commentary. Harmless flirting and meaningless banter wasn’t reduced to just the human species, it would seem. “Cute. Where I’m from that’s called ‘Game and Bang’. But I guess you’ll just have to go play on your joystick solo for the time being. And… maybe <em>don’t</em> get shot up. Or blown up. Or stabbed… I might specialize in xenostudies but that doesn’t mean I like to put people back together again like a jigsaw puzzle.” She then decided to get off of her feet for a little while by hefting herself up onto the edge of the examination table, sitting on its edge with her legs swinging idly. “I never did catch your name -you seemed rather familiar with the Councilor as well. Worked with him before?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>18-02-2021, 03:49:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hard Hitting Questions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Her response earned a hearty, reverberating laugh from the turian.&nbsp; "Have to admit I admire your boldness. The 'bang' part wasn't fully on the table yet, but I <em>could </em>be convinced." With a mandible lifting grin, he followed along in her medical warnings, nodding pleasantly. "Of course I can't promise all of that, but I will try my best, doc."<br><br>When she asked his name, he realized that he hadn't introduced himself to anyone at the meeting. Better late than never. "Luus Remiril: gun--and bomb--for hire. The councilor and I go way back, though he wouldn't want me telling anyone that." He chuckled. "I used to play pranks on him when we were young. He never did learn to take a joke."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-02-2021, 05:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Comfortable and casual. (https://imgur.com/bZeYbjd)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Turian 2.0<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | OPEN<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Well, that was certainly an interesting fact. Samantha perked up a little at this revelation, readjusting where her palms gripped the edge of the table. “When you were younger? Are you siblings, then? Childhood friends?” The doctor then shifted her gaze, leaving Luus’ eyes to take in more details of his clan markings decorating his face. These weren’t the exact same pattern as Councilor Sparatus’s own, but they were the same color. Did that link them to the same homeworld? Or was this one of the exceptions to the rule’ cases that no one else seemed capable of understanding?<br><br>Sparatus was nothing like Luus from what this brief interaction was showing her. For instance, this particular turian seemed to have a sense of humor and was far more open to smiling and laughing. The counselor had been professionally cold to Samantha when she was working alongside them with their investigation. That damn spectre was the worst of all, no matter her attempts to break the static between them.<br><br>It would seem that Spectres had a bad reputation for a reason. They were pricks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>19-02-2021, 00:53:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Reunion<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kandok<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack sat at a corner table in the galley, a bottle of something the humans called scotch whiskey in front of him, along with two glasses.&nbsp; The glasses were small, good for maybe two or three gulps at most, but he had been informed that the glass was only supposed to be filled up to a quarter at most and slowly sipped.&nbsp; That was apparently the correct way of drinking the supposedly expensive whiskey he had gotten after requesting something to celebrate a reunion of sorts.&nbsp; He wasn’t exactly celebrating and it wasn’t exactly a reunion, but it was close enough.&nbsp; There were two krogan on the same ship and they didn’t belong to the same clan; they needed to carry out the Rite of Union to acknowledge that they were going to work together to fight another enemy.&nbsp; It just so happened that the two of them knew each other too.&nbsp; Neither of them was a shaman, nor was there one around, so the alcohol would have to do when it came to making it official.<br>&nbsp;<br>At worst, they’d just headbutt each other until only one of them was standing.<br>&nbsp;<br>He had encountered Kandok a few times over his career as a scout and mercenary, the other krogan a century younger than him.&nbsp; Drack had fought on his side and against him, and both had managed to make it out without much fuss.&nbsp; He didn’t hold any animosity towards him, it was just business after all, and hadn’t they drunk together and swapped stories before?&nbsp; That made him closer than some of his own brood brothers.&nbsp; Kandok was someone worth killing, but the older krogan would prioritize other targets over him first if he had the choice.&nbsp; Drack thought about some of the things they had talked about since the last time they had met, over a few decades ago.&nbsp; Hadn’t he got married to an asari?&nbsp; They must have celebrated over copious amounts of ryncol, which was why he couldn’t remember all of the exact details.<br>&nbsp;<br>Drack looked back at the bottle of whiskey.&nbsp; Well, Kandok should be showing up soon, but he was quite curious about this whiskey, and he wondered how bad it would be if he had a taste before they started drinking together.&nbsp; Debating if that would lead to them coming to blows over it, he decided to hold back his curiosity.&nbsp; He was over seven hundred years old already, he could handle waiting a few more minutes.&nbsp; Hadn’t he laid in ambush on a desert planet for several days, only relying on the nutrients stored in his hump for sustenance?&nbsp; Come to think of it, that might have been one of the times he fought on the opposing side to Kandok.&nbsp; Mercenary work sure took a krogan to interesting places, where he often killed briefly interesting people.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-02-2021, 01:15:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hard Hitting Questions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Ha, nowhere near that close," he responded, the playful crinkle in his eyes only growing more pronounced as he realized how intently her eyes examined his markings. "But we are blood. Not a fact he openly appreciates." Curiosity crossed his features then, though he was uncertain whether a human would be able to pick up on it. Their race made such animated expressions it boggled his mind. <br><br>"You could say I'm here to settle a debt and look out for family, all while keeping humans safe--novel for a Turian, I know. So what about you? What are you in for?" What were her reasons, beyond the obvious? He had to wonder, even if no part of him expected a full or satisfying answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 00:26:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3f/Namir_Sedeg1.jpg/334px-Namir_Sedeg1.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Namir Sedef (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15733505#msg15733505)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Experimental Biotic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> A black sleeveless hooded shirt, simple black pants and red shoes. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting hit and getting back up again<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Jacob, Maxine, Drack, Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>The krogan’s headbutt was as surprising, if slightly less painful, to Namir as it was to Jacob, even as the back of the engineer’s head collided with his face and he heard a crunch. His own nose broke and he could feel the blood begin to rush down his face and into his beard. “Oh fuck!” <br><br>Jacob unexpectedly getting hit back into Namir brought the both of them down. Even as he hit the deck plating he couldn’t help being impressed that with one headbutt, the krogan knocked not one, but two humans to the ground. If this was the first day, he wanted to see what the rest of the mission might hold. <br><br>He was still a bit dazed when Jay talked about… wait, mutant mummies? He blinked a few times before he groaned and woozily got up with a bloody grin. He had to admit, it was a pretty funny event, even if it hurt like a bitch and probably broke his nose. He leaned on the counter and gave the others a thumbs up before taking some of the napkins to start helping his nose. His face hurt and talking only made it worse so he left that to the others.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 07:10:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Comfortable and casual. (https://imgur.com/bZeYbjd)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Turian 2.0<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | OPEN<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>She didn’t have an answer, not immediately. Samantha felt confusion crinkle her brow as she considered Luus’ words, but it was a short-lived expression that faded really before it had a chance to settle in. Then she shrugged her shoulders simultaneously, trying to come up with the words to fully explain her situation without monologing him straight to boredom.<br><br>“Nothing you haven’t already guessed, really. I was the most logical choice; first-hand experience with this virus, paired with my specialty in xeno-studies. Biology. Kinesiology. I’m not a soldier, but I’ve been in combat zones. I’m not part of an extremist pro-human group. I’m not a troublemaker. I was convenient, reliable, safe…” Another shrug, because this time she wasn’t certain what more <em>could</em> be said.&nbsp; It wasn’t as if she had the same type of credentials as the mercenary -or the rest of the crew, for that matter. Sam was a doctor, this group needed a doctor. She knew more about the virus than anyone on the Citadel. The fact that she was also the world’s worst biotic only made her the golden goose.<br><br>“But even with all of that… I volunteered before they could even ask. Actually, I <em>insisted</em>. Sparatus tried to sweep me under the rug with some of the others, but I wasn’t going to let the Council hand this over to someone else they found predictable and easy to control. Nag and interject long enough and apparently, you get what you ask for.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 11:51:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Med-Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hard Hitting Questions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A bit of time passed before he responded. "So you didn't trust the Council," he finally asked with a lift of his brow ridge. A pause followed, the a coarse, flanging chuckle. "You know, even more than your medical specialties, that makes you trustworthy in my book." He smiled again, and felt sure that she was understood the expression, if not through her studies then through this experience. He was sure it wasn't easy to find references to Turians smiling, even in biology books.<br><br>"You satisfied a curiosity," he said, "and raised others." Another mischievous twinkle graced bright blue eyes with those last words. "A good start if you ask me, doctor. I think I'll leave you to your work now; wouldn't want you stuck in here all night on my account." With a nod of farewell, he turned with package in hand to leave the room. The door slid open with a tap of its panel, and for a moment, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her. &nbsp;"Oh, and I'm sure you're not as 'safe' as the Council thinks." With that said, he exited, leaving the door to fall shut behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 17:45:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> 'Socializing'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob, Jay, Maxine, Namir<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack watched the man flail about as he fell backwards, crashing into the other human behind him in the process, before both of them fell to the ground.&nbsp; Definitely no metal skull there, and now he was wondering just how sturdy those metal limbs really were.<br>“Pull yourself together, you’re not that badly hurt,” the krogan grumbled.&nbsp; “I could feel you pulling back at the last moment.&nbsp; That may as well have been a kiss to the forehead.&nbsp; I’ve got more sympathy for your spilled drink.”<br>Credit where credit was due, the human had reacted pretty quickly to the sudden blow and he didn’t faint at all.&nbsp; That was enough for the old krogan to not completely look down on him, even if he thought a man with so much metal in him should be tougher.<br>“Didn’t take the both of you for bleeders.&nbsp; The ship’s doctor is still in the med-bay, the last time I saw.&nbsp; Tell her Drack sent you.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Taking the bottle being handed to him by the asari, the krogan gave her a nod as he sat down at the counter, “Thanks kid.”<br>Drack looked at the script, not recognizing any of the words.&nbsp; Damn, he was getting a little too old to be learning any more languages.&nbsp; But it paid off sometimes to not have to rely on a translator, and with the way humans were making their presence known in the galactic scene, he had a feeling he’d be running into them a lot more often.&nbsp; Opening the bottle, he took a cautious sniff, and his eyes immediately widened in delight.&nbsp; This had promise!&nbsp; The krogan placed the bottle to his lips and took a big swig.<br>“Hey now, this is pretty good,” he said appreciatively.&nbsp; It didn’t have the same bold, slightly acrid flavour of ryncol, nor the gut punch that told a krogan his two livers and four kidneys were in for a treat, but it had a clear and strong alcoholic burn.<br>“Good pick kid, what’s your name?”<br>&nbsp;<br>As he took another drink, the krogan tilted his head to the side in curiosity, “What’s this about batarians and a fungus?&nbsp; And what’s a mutant mummy?”<br>He still hadn’t received a briefing on just what he was being hired for, but from the way the asari was talking, it sounded like she had.&nbsp; What she was describing sounded like some bio-weapon, doing something to the humans that was less than great.<br>“Is it the batarians, or do people suspect batarians?&nbsp; Maybe it’s some turians bitter about losing Shanxi that did it.&nbsp; Not the first time they used a bio-weapon someone else made,” Drack grunted.&nbsp; The accusation was groundless, but hearing about a potential bio-weapon brought up old grudges to the surface rather easily.<br>“Don’t tell the spectre I said that.&nbsp; Or at least wait until I’m in the same room as him when you do, I want to see his reaction.&nbsp; It’s fun seeing an angry turian.”<br><br>Seeing the tiny human female help the cybernetic human, Sinclair, up, he looked at the other human who was knocked prone, “You, collateral damage, what’s your name?”<br>This one seemed to be holding up rather well, picking himself off of the ground and taking the blow in stride.&nbsp; Would have been better if he came up swinging at Drack, but he couldn’t expect the fun of a bar scrap on his first day on board.&nbsp; Not unless he found that other krogan.<br>“And you,” Drack looked at the human female, about to call her ‘little girl’ and managing to hold back, “human female, how sturdy are you?&nbsp; You look like you could keep on your feet.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 18:02:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Elevator to upper deck<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The Salarian almost seemed disappointed to see him. Arcus narrowed his eyes, flexing his hands and standing still, unmoving, as this strange lizard reached for his belt, and then balled his hand into a fist and then readjusted his form and called him by his name. Of all the people he's met today, this one seemed the strangest. He was already cursing whoever thought the crew needed to be <em>this</em> diverse in species and personality. One might think they were trying to write a novel, with how they chose the personnel. "Yes. Arcus Aurelion." There wasn't much surprise in his voice, but he was somewhat pleased that someone finally recognised him. He didn't need to press further for identification; he promptly revealed himself as the STG agent and that he wasn't aware of what 'ducks' were. If he was being honest, Arcus didn't either. <br><br>Realising Jackiro was probably packing an overworked brain under that lithe frame, Arcus also composed himself and readdressed him in a more professional manner. Not that he wasn't professional in the first place. "The surly Turian with blue markings? Ahh, you must be talking of the mercenary. What was his name— Loose?" He almost offered his hand, a human greeting most species now seemed to indulged him (effectively giving him no choice but to follow suit), but was instead met with something of a cross between a salut and a stand at attention. Once again, Arcus narrowed his eyes bemusedly. <em>Salarians.</em> But, he did return the gesture, adopting a pose he often assumed in military ranks; standing up straight with his hands clasped behind his back. A sign of respect, one he usually reserved for equals and betters. He didn't know much about this one, but his status as STG and a prospective Spectre warranted the respect, at least. <br><br>"The council didn't brief any of you, I see." He grumbled something about 'lazy bureaucrats' and 'not paid enough for this', and turned back to Jackiro with a sigh, his hands tightly clenched. "Mission details shouldn't be kept clandestine, not after we're already on course for the Terminus systems. I'll have to call for a meeting later to get everyone up to speed." He was talking to himself rather than the Salarian now; a habit he often lapsed into. <br><br>"The short answer is that humans on the Citadel have been falling sick to a suspected bio attack by the Batarians. The food on an arriving ship was spiked with a poorly genetically tempered fungi that has been putting the humans into a coma, or killing them outright. The Asari and Turians have not been affected beyond some mild headaches. Possibly because of the innate biotic abilites in the Asari's case, and the dextro-amino diet in ours. Obviously, the Council would be in deep shit if the human convoys sent in good faith all end up dying in their hands, and they can't just point fingers randomly without evidence. Hence the secrecy surrounding this mission. Our goal, for now, is to gather some samples of the fungi and bring them back so the virologists can reverse engineer a cure."&nbsp; <br><br>He was sure he'd left behind some crucial information, but even this 'short answer' had taken a large toll on his mouth. "Any questions?" he asked, dearly hoping that the talkative Salarian wouldn't have any inquiries. He wasn't really equipped to answer them anyway. <br><br>"Poker? What is that?" A human game, apparently. One of statistics and bluffing. "Oh. In that case, go ahead. I'm not the crew's father, you don't have to ask my permission for everything. If I may, I'd like to join the game as well. If only to observe the rules and the flow of play. This would be a... good team bonding regimen, I believe."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 01:40:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Silver-and-black hue<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Elevator from Upper Deck<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Continuing Introductions and getting Distracted<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Arcus, OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>The Salarian did what the Salarian race did best, and gathered information. It was an easy task for his people to do, as few people ever expected much of the lizard-like scientists. With Arcus, at least, it was easy because the Turian was forthcoming. He was being blunt straightforward, which was always appreciated. He had always found Turians to be affable because they were straightforward, without being overly simple. They wanted something, they took it. They needed something, they asked for it. They knew something, they shared it. In this case though, the mission details shared were a little on the disconcerting side. Humans being infected by a targeted fauna-based infection was one thing, but the reasons for Asari and Turians exposed to the same pathogen being fine were both hypothetical and, most importantly, not the sort of explanations that would lead to the certain safety of a number of other species.<br><br>...Salarians included.<br><br>“Fascinating.” He said, nodding his head as he let his mind race with what he should query next. The council's actions made more sense at least, in terms of inviting such a multi-racial group. He was also now beginning to see why this ship had been chosen for a mission: as Arcus had also informed him they were heading for the Terminus sector. “Will definitely be interested in full brief. Should be enlightening to see how other crew members react. May have to design or commission filtration apparatus, considering potential susceptibility to fungal infection. Flora may have been ingested before, but airborne variant not outside realm of possibility.”<br><br>He relaxed his pose a little to slouch against the wall, scratching his chin in ponderous, overcomplicated pontification. So many variables. So many curiosities. Spectres, Mercanaries, STG members, and likely more besides. "Curious if Batarians realise their attack could affect two other races of prominence on Citadel; including one of the core trio of Citadel-Council races. Seems...wildly foolish, even for bull-headed splinter group. How certain are we of Batarian responsibility? Any groups claiming ownership of attack? Could be potential outside source attempting to use Humans-Batarian racial stigma as mask for wider, more dangerous terrorist actions..."<br><br>He stopped himself, blinking in the unusual upwards way that the Salarians often did. He was going off track, and focused instead on something he could constructively work towards...Something he could <em>do</em>. “Excellent. Completely agree. Only asked permission because game involves gambling. Wagers and stakes large part of the bluffing element. Integral to design. Have a set of chips, can ascribe values to them when we get to playing.” He nodded agreeably, appreciating the candour of the Turian Spectre even if only because he was an affable and efficient head to this otherwise strange beast. “If nothing else, will let you get on with elevator journey. Will offer you fair chance to offer questions, queries and suggestions first though. Only fair that I extend such offer after asking you so much first, no?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 12:51:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/c5/8d/99c58d6d22f1fc3a74d4249388a04192.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Mary-Ann Herder<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Hacker and Anti-Espionage Free Agent<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This Jacket (https://i.imgur.com/1duhr8h.jpeg) and plain black leggings.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Food Hall, sometime before the Reetix mission.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 19th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Ladies Night.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue [To arrive], Jay [To arrive], Sam [To arrive], <br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>She hated meeting people. Why did she always try and do this when she hated meeting people? Mary-Ann had a hard time dealing with new people because they were unpredictable, and impossible to understand sometimes. She was the sort of girl who liked having a modicum of control. She was on this floating tub as an Anti-Espionage asset and to hack into any data they needed, but that didn't mean she wanted to sit in her room alone until they needed her. Truth be told, she couldn't think of anything worse! The thought of getting carted out during a pressure situation, surrounded by thirty-something mysterious nobodies from the military, expecting her to magic up a solution to their problem, the nervous sweats and the pressure and the fact she was naked...<br><br>...Why was she always naked in nightmares? <br><br>No, she didn't want to know nobody, so she decided to do what she did best. Hacking into the extranet and omnitools of the other people on the ship was easy enough for her. The only way to maintain a ship like this was to essentially set up an internal, limited version of the Extranet on a sort of ship-wide server. You couldn't fly completely solo, otherwise electronics that depended on outside callibrations and interfacing would fall apart, and contacting the outside world would be impossible. It would have been a bitch to try and access that information outside of the ship, even for someone as damned good as she was, but aboard it? With a terminal that already had access to the Extranet?<br><br>Easy-peasy.<br><br>First thing she did when she got to the Food Hall was order herself a double-shot Caffe mocha. She hoped the coffee would give her enough of a kick to beat back the jitters. She'd left Gipetto some extra snacks in her room, and the little shit normally took a couple of days to figure out the way to cheat the automated doors on each ship they went on.<br><br>Back to the hacking though. Mary-Ann had wanted to reach out to some people. Start getting to know them. Start putting names to faces, and start rubbing out some of the people in her worst moments of doubt who'd be judging her every move. She knew that most people weren't assholes but...well...tell her brain that.<br><br>So, starting out she picked the ladies of the crew. It would be weird to send out a message to the guys asking for a 'friend.' No doubt some horny Turian might come along assuming she wanted to give out Handjobs and get a tetinus jab. <br><br>Ladies first. That was easy enough. Just grabbing the records from the Doctor gave her a personnel list. Then it was a case of just picking some people. She tried to grab a couple of names from a metaphorical hat. No one with too scary a job, like “Armory Chief.” or “Ex-Justicar” or “Psychiatrist.” Eventually she settled on a Doctor, a Pilot, and a Mechanic. The mix of races was a fun side-bonus, as she'd never really had a conversation with either a Quarian or an Asari, apart from one time that an Asari had been asked to do a psychiatric evaluation, and called out Mary-Ann for being a 'Co-dependent mess with a need for validation and a crush on me.' <br><br>...Stupid sexy Psychiatrist...<br><br>With her cadre of ladies picked out, she made her play as simple as possible. An Email for each of them stamped with the simple tagline of 'Looking for friends.'<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">'Looking for Friends.'</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/56/29/ce/5629cec425012d5a0a55ff5d65b58b0c.jpg)</div><em><br>This is my cat Gepetto, and my name is Mary-Ann. This is like, my second time flying on a spaceshuttle, and I'm desperately in need of some friends because this tub keeps creaking, and its driving me crazy. Meet me at the Food Hall at the following time, and I'll buy you all a drink. Also, Gepetto would like some new friends too.<br><br>Save me from this creaky, boring hellscape.<br><br>Mary-Ann<br><br>xxx<br></em><br></div></div></div><br>She'd sent the Email...a few hours ago? Yesterday? It was always hard for her to tell time aboard ships, but she mostly judged time based on naps and alarms. She'd napped and washed before this, and was there a few minutes early to not seem too eager, but also not too flaky. It was a hard line to walk, considering her email had basically been a desperate cry for attention, but she was going to work it. <br><br>And now, all she could do was wait. Wait, and hope she wasn't ditched...<br><br>...Or that like, six other people didn't turn up and crowd around her. That would be worse. Would that be worse? Probably worse...<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 04:47:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Without the fun glasses. (https://imgur.com/Z7GN3XP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> First chance to breathe<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann | Jay | Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>It was all too easy to get lost in her work, so Samantha’s life was managed by a simplistic V.I software that chimed in with helpful reminders. <em>Check in on yesterday’s patient to see if the swelling has gone down.</em> Thank god for Omnitools, she only had to reach out to her patient through the extranet, running through a shortlist of remedies before parting ways. <em>Re-evaluate tomorrow’s equipment list and triple-check medical bags.</em> Medi-gel would be distributed between every squad, but there was still the threat of suit ruptures under possible gunfire to consider. While exposure on Reetix wouldn’t kill someone instantly, the chlorine burns and fumes would certainly make for a miserable experience. She needed to come up with an alternative solution if someone was out of her reach. Maybe she should…<br><br>“<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Your meeting with Ms. Mary-Ann is to begin in fifteen minutes.</span>”<br><br><em>Oh. Was it that time already?</em><br><br>It was all too tempting to fall into bad habits again. To bury herself under a mountain of work in order to put off what was really bothering her and drown under the weight of productivity. <em>You can always reschedule,</em> habit whispered. But how many times had she rescheduled lunches and friendly outings with the people she had grown close to on the Citadel? And how many of those friends were now dead? Samantha understood grieving and the rollercoaster of emotions that ran through her chest, but she had made a promise to herself to get her shit together and figure out that ‘work-life balance’ that has eluded her all these years.<br><br>So she went to her room, changed out of 'work clothes’ and into something more comfortable and casual. Then it was only a short jaunt to the mess hall where Mary-Ann and possibly others would be waiting. Scanning the common area, it would appear that she was only the second to arrive. Sam exhaled a breath, reassuring herself that she at least remembered how to talk with people, and then approached the woman who somehow smuggled a cat on board. She hadn’t ever actually petted one before. “Mary-Ann?”<br><br>As soon as Samantha had confirmation that she was approaching the right woman, she smiled brightly and took a seat at the table to join her. “I’m Sam, it’s nice to meet you. I hope you haven’t been waiting for long.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 12:39:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th of December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Nose bandage<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Room 15<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Maintenance work<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Jackiro Indri to room 15, optional." VI system announces from Jackiro's personal communicator. The message is signed by the Chief Engineer. It was a long shot by Jacob to begin with, but he did need assistance on a problem, and out of the personnel file, Jackiro was the best fit. Deciding to take a break on working with the problem, he takes up another project, waiting for the STG operative to barge in.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)</div>He picks up a palette, a brush, begins mixing up paints, and turns to the armored suit at the side, beginning to tune up the colours of the suit while waiting, with his back towards the door. The glorious ornamental art hasn't really taken any damage, and he was just adding essentially a water colour base ontop just out of hobby. Having lost his sense of time when there's a knock from the door.<br><br><strong>"Door, Open."</strong> Having commanded the ship systems to do the work, his head turning enough to show the bandaid running across the nose, still, even if it has been almost two days since the incident. Also, his mechanical arm is half open, showing the inner circuitry, its cover plate laying on the engineer's private workbench next to the armor with various tools and loose parts. Several crats worth of personal projects piled on one another, most of them see-through and unopened. And he is wearing exactly one piece of fabric, and that is on his nose. <strong>"Ah, Jackiro, that was fast, come on in. I need you."</strong>&nbsp; Sticking his brush in a glass of water on the desk and turning around revealing the utter lack of any hair anywhere on his body aside of the facial ornamentation. <br><br><strong>"I have this problem I need an expert opinion on."</strong> With those words, he summons up his omni-tool and he vanishes from view as the tactical cloak surrounds him. All except the mechanical arm, becoming one with the background in a manner where a suitably trained eye can spot the difference and movement makes it more obvious. Except of course, the arm which is completely visible, and moving in the most diva like manner. <strong>"You can spot the issue, I believe?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 20:22:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> (hopefully) making friends<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann| Sam| Jay<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Truth be told Rue had been quite uncertain of what her experience would reveal on Kalanhai, logically of course was the name sake of their trusted mission and the potential perils that would along with it, the inherent danger and fallout that was on the horizon should they not be successful in staving off further losses of those afflicted. Time was of the essence as was every working cog within the instructed crew recruited needing to be at their very best in order for the overall success, a tribute that aligned so easily with the bred in inherency that she knew to be her own species and their own collective goal; so when an email was filtered through to ping across her inner screen, Rue was dumbfounded. At least at first. With a vast majority of time spent in order to work towards the endless cycle or scavenge, decontaminate, and survival, any means of what could be considered down time was ultimately a strange concept that even as the light sound of her footsteps rang out from the hall the quarian felt herself struggling with the idea of such. It was a mix of both curiosity and Min's own suggestion to be better acquainted with her fellow crew mates that ultimately drove Rue towards the mess hall, knowing that as imperative as their mission was, trust and loyalty of those around herself would only give further echo of a singularity come to battle rather than simply a rag tag team. <br><br>That still didn't make the situation that any less&nbsp; awkward in feeling to Rue she had to admit, considering how her first meeting on the ship had resulted in her headbutting poor Nello. It was perhaps that reason alone she felt more keen to make a better standing and forgo her trademark helmet in order to appear more approachable, and not bash anyone else, the immune boosters only adding to some of the already frantic fluttering her stomach was currently in but she managed it enough to grit through. In a way it was somewhat freeing to feel the light chill of the ship's air lightly tickle across her sensitive cheeks, Min's constant bagging would only partially be missed, but to Rue in a strange way it also felt accepting of her role among her current crew. With the turbulent departure from her birth ship after the imposed quarantine the quarian had felt pushed aside by her own clan emotionally, her pilgrimage as well as their mission becoming a rite but clearly unable to fully erase the wounds left behind a being so used to unity. Perhaps here now, she could begin to reclaim a new unit to find herself accepted within; at least Rue hoped.<br><br>Nervousness and uncertainty aside Rue also looked forward to meeting actual humans face to face in such a casual manner, the thought driving her forward with a quickened stride as she attempted to force a smile to her lavender features rather than the neutral expression that was largely never seen beneath her mask. She only hoped it didn't look as trying too hard or too off putting as a few minutes of practice left her a bit anxious about it, large ivory pools leaving little to gauge from had she not the right convey of facial expressions to go with it. <br><br>Rounding the corner (far slower than she had previously) Rue felt herself stiffen for a brief moment in spotting two seemingly humans seated at a nearby table, a cute blonde who's bright blues almost rivaled an Asari's complexion, and a pixie like brunette who looked every part of long forgotten stories of what Rue suspected were fantasies? That was a genre wasn't it? Prickling to attention she'd lightly muss through the short tresses of ebony with her bare fingers nervously, tucking a longer strand behind the slant of her ear as she approached the women wearing only the smallest of smiles. "Is this the meeting discussed within the email sent to me? I very much look forward to our acquaintanceship, I am Rume'Zamin nar Folazi." Rue cooed respectfully enough as she approached, finding herself standing rather than sitting at least until she was invited to do so, a small part of herself fearful she had wandered upon a different meeting entirely and was interrupting. Despite this though she felt her smile curl a bit more honestly than the practiced mannerisms within her room, arms folded behind herself casually enough as she studied the delightful pair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 22:32:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Oooo...Snacks!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Open<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Gosh, humans are very fragile, aren't they?&nbsp; You'd think if their bodies were going to bleed so much, they'd have evolved some form of use for the expelled blood.&nbsp; Like as a defense mechanism, it could stink really bad or burn their enemies."&nbsp; She handed off the napkins to Sink, while grinning teasingly at him and Namir.&nbsp; Then beamed at Drack, hopping up to climb over the bar so that if anyone else came in, she wouldn't be forced to pour any more drinks.&nbsp; Plus, she suspected that if Shegane caught her back there, she might get a talking to.<br><br>Grabbing her snacks, she sat on the edge of the bar and munched a few while watching the humans tend to one another and themselves.&nbsp; "Of course I've seen a chicken!&nbsp; I watch lots of human media, especially the old digi-feeds of their ancient television shows and movies.&nbsp; There's one where these two humans go and work on a farm and it has a lot of chickens in it, but the humans seem to be very unskilled with the animals, despite one apparently carrying another kind of animal around in her purse.&nbsp; It was <em>very</em> fascinating."&nbsp; She picked up her drink and sipped, legs folding before her criss-cross, and her body bending so she could prop her chin in her hand and her elbow on one leg, looking at Drack.<br><br>"Jay...I'm Jay.&nbsp; Sorry, got side-tracked.&nbsp; I asked bout that, but the councilor and the doctor were preeeetty convinced it was the batarians, but it's not like they got a recording of one cramming a tainted rice cake into a human's gob, ya know?&nbsp; I guess it just seems logical.&nbsp; The mold is in their food apparently, and it makes them go all rotten and sucks up all their moisture, so they turn green, grow like wicked fangs or something and then die.&nbsp; The only way they've found to halt the process is putting them to sleep, so we gotta go out and find a cure to save the human race!"&nbsp; She pointed toward the trio of humans in the room, then licked a bit of orange dust off her fingertip.<br><br>"At least for a while.&nbsp; They bleed so much they'll probably die out sooner rather than later anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 23:59:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Ee4412809723968bce30ab79065e28e7.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Cute Unicorn Onesie (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b4/35/b4/b435b45588a624a9c7edfac051a646f5.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Girl's Night!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue; Mary-Ann; Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay had been <em>thrilled</em> at receiving the email and getting the chance to meet more of the crew, since her wandering into their workspaces and chatting them up had yet to go especially well for her.&nbsp; This way she could chat them up and not get glowered at, told to go away, or yelled at for 'sItTiNg On My PeTrI dIsH'.&nbsp; Pshht, as if the application of a fine asari backside didn't automatically improve <em>any</em> culture, fungal or otherwise.<br><br>It took her a while to select just the right sort of attire, based on her vast knowledge of human sleepovers and various other iterations of 'girl's night' that she had seen.&nbsp; Since they were on a ship and unlikely to be going out looking to pick up hot guys, or at the very least entice hot guys to try and pick <em>them</em> up, the sexier outfits in her wardrobe were not appropriate.&nbsp; That left comfy and cute, but some of those things were more for wandering around the ship or sleeping in, so she could rule those out.&nbsp; Finally she settled on her favorite onesie and grabbed the pillow off her bunk, so that she wouldn't be unarmed for the inevitable pillow fight later in the evening.<br><br>As she made her way to the mess hall, she debated whether it would be gauche to inquire about the possibility that their night would end like many of the human mating videos she had watched.&nbsp; She wasn't opposed to the idea, but she felt it might be uncouth to initiate the lingerie and soft lighting portion of the encounter herself.&nbsp; Brow furrowed, these thoughts plagued her as she stepped through the doors and joined the others, hugging her pillow to her chest.&nbsp; Deciding to ask later, she beamed at the sight of the human she had yet to meet, the other human she <em>had</em> met and the Quarian she didn't know yet.<br><br>"Hi!&nbsp; I'm Jay!"&nbsp; She all but skipped across to join the other three, eyes alight and her bare toes curling with irrepressible excitement.&nbsp; "Oh my god, thank you so much for inviting me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 01:23:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/c5/8d/99c58d6d22f1fc3a74d4249388a04192.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Mary-Ann Herder<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Hacker and Anti-Espionage Free Agent<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This Jacket (https://i.imgur.com/1duhr8h.jpeg) and plain black leggings.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Food Hall, sometime before the Reetix mission.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 19th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Ladies Night.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue, Jay, Sam&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The trickle in of her carefully curated cadre of companions was a rousing success, and truth be told Mary-Ann was a little intimidated by just the first one arriving. Sam was a hell of a pretty woman, and it left the hacker smiling to hear her name on the doctor's lips. “<strong>Yup, that's me!</strong>” She extended a hand and cupped Sam's as she sat down on the table with her, grinning as she squeezed her fellow human's hand. “<strong>Hiya Sam, it's nice to meet you too! I uh...I only just got here as well, y'know? Trying to keep it cassss...ual.</strong>” <br><br>Before Sam could notice the nerves, or Mary-Ann's <em>very</em> subtle tell, the Quarian arrived. Mary-Ann had never met a Quarian before, and had only heard stories about the strange exodites in their funny hazmat-looking environment suits, so when Rue turned the corner without a helmet on, the Blonde was left in unabashed awe. Her mouth hung open for a second, and only after hearing the woman's name did she finally blink and extended a hand, only to withdraw it. Weren't Quarians meant to be like...germaphobes? “<strong>Uh...wow, uh, hiya...</strong>” She struggled to compose herself as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in a mirror to Rue's own nervous mannerism, but she realised she'd basically been too busy looking like a dunce and forgot to actually introduce herself and Sam to Rue. “<strong>Right. Yeah, hi. This is Sam. Pleasure to make your acquaintanceship...acquaintance, even...</strong>” She briefly cleared her throat, trying not to look too much like a dunce. “<strong>I'll introduce myself in a sec. We're just waiting for one moooore...</strong>”<br><br>Then, the final foxy femme to finish the fearsome foursome turned the corner and blew Mary-Ann's mind again: by rocking up in a damn onesie! She was clutching a pillow like it was a slumber party, and suddenly the Earthborne was feeling overdressed to her own damn invitational! “<strong>Wow, I am...Is military life always filled with the hotties? I need to get picked up on Alliance-Council contracts more often.</strong>” She said, as much to herself as to everyone else. Finally, she tried to figure out which of the three women she should focus on first, before just going for a full on introduction. It was nerve racking, but the naked-nightmares helped remind her why she was here. <br><br>“<strong>Right, so...Hi! I'm Mary-Ann, I'm the one who sent out the email because...well...bored of sitting in my room and waiting to get asked to do something, y'know? I owe you all drinks! Are we thinking coffee? Alcohol? Do Quarians drink Alcohol? I know Asari do because of that one girl I met at Chor-nevermind that.</strong>” She cleared her throat, before standing up and pulling away from her chair with a big grin on her face. This was going well! She had somehow lucked into three absolute hotties that probably couldn't explode her head if she said something stupid, and they all seemed nice! “<strong>Drinks, then we talk plans. I'm thinking we sneak in a film, maybe go terrorise that one Salarian who I saw looking confused on the Top Floor, talk about the rest of the crew...What dy'all think?</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 01:47:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Blue-and-white variant<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Room 15 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Nerding out with the Engineer.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Sink<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Distraction was a good thing for a busy mind, and no mind was ever quite as busy as a Salarians. Jackiro spent most of his free time in the wait modifying his Sniper Rifle's scope telemetry, pondering and planning the best way to meaningfully associate value to a set of chips for the Poker game that wasn't just 'Credits', and reading through some of his stored volumes of poetry. He'd most recently spent his time trying to push through the bizarreness of the Earth fable of the 'Poetic Edda' but found it neither poetic, nor focused on any character or author called Edda.<br><br>So, when the new and unexpected distraction flashed up on his Omnitool, informing him of the possibility of a meeting with the Ship's Head Engineer of all people. Perhaps the man had a unique insight to offer, or a unique problem to solve. No doubt there were other technically minded folks on-board, so perhaps it might pertain to him? Perhaps he had some new insight to offer about human rituals of greeting.<br><br>Either way, it was a distraction. <br><br>He arrived at the specified room some fifteen minutes later, the Salarian having changed into a casual robe that probably looked very similar to his previous one, sans some minor changes to colouration and a snazzy orange inner lining. It reminded him of some of his more scientific days in the STG, before he was reassigned. <br><br>“Hmm, Chief Engineer Jacob; appears I have arrived early. Terribly sorry.” He assumed that the man would notice his...scant choice of attire, but he also wasn't going to stop the man motioning towards the problem he had with the tactical cloak. Seeing the arm dramatically uncovered and uncloaked had the Salarian's head tilt, and forced him to walk over to the arm. “Hmm, interesting dilemma. Curious now what secondary prosthetic is made of if not affected in similar manner.” He reached over to grab a pair of plyers, starting to move and wiggle wires around inside the open prosthetic to begin to understand and dissect the issue without a care in the world. “Not sure dramatic display of nudity was required, but suppose is an effective hook. Consider my interest titillated, Sinclair.” <br><br>His own experience with the Salarian's version of the Tactical Cloak was not what Jackiro had expected to be called into Room 15 for, but it was certainly a thrilling challenge. He didn't have the equipment to recreate anything close to his Magnum Opus, but that didn't mean he couldn't crack Sink's problem with a bit of deduction and elbow grease. “Must compliment you on ship's smooth running. Does surprisingly well as surrogate for fully operation vessel, considering initial purpose of craft. How many of the modifications were your call?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 14:42:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Elevator to upper deck<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Arcus, for one, was absolutely not looking forward to the full brief, mostly because he was supposed to be the one giving it. It was already tiring enough to give a small gist of things to the STG agent, though the Spectre would admit, it was wholly refreshing to talk about the mission with someone who's brain was not preoccupied with silly dispositions, like brewing ryncol, or growing hallucination inducing plants, or arranging medi-gel containers. Whatever scowl he wore when he started talking washed away once he realised that this Salarian was no ordinary soldier or scientist; it seemed he had the mind and wit to be exceptional as well. Quite typical for a Spectre-adjacent, but still. <br><br>"I did read that you boast the invention of a particularly effective cloaking technology in your list of achievements. If you can truly design an additional layer of protection against the fungi, I will be sure to mention it to the Council in my report." It wasn't a bribe or an encouragement, even. He was simply stating how things were, because it was simply the way things operated. The exceptional were elevated to Spectre status, and when people show indications of exceptionality, it was his duty to report it. "It was my worry as well. Councillor Sparatus and the ship's doctor were adamant that it was mostly harmless unless it is ingested, but one can never be too careful. In any case, it wasn't my choice to include so many humans on the crew. I am worried they may become a liability if they are not careful."<br><br>Another stimulating question, one the Turian had to pause to ponder, tapping his mandible with a claw as he sighed heavily. "We aren't certain. The notion that the Batarians are behind this 'attack' is the Council's verdict. A rushed, baseless, unreliable verdict. I briefly wondered if it was the Krogans, or even a fringe Turian terrorist group, but alas. We are on this mission to procure samples for the cure to this Malady, not to capture the perpetrators of this attack." A goal he was not satisfied with, but a goal he'd have to confirm to, nonetheless. It was like his father always said; good soldiers follow orders. There were no room for doubts or questions, not in dire situations like this. <br><br>"So far, only the humans, Turians and Asari have been exposed. Like you said, we don't know how other species will react to ingesting the fungi. I do not ever intend to find out either."<br><br>And then came the wholly unhelpful explaination of this 'poker' game. That one, he was far less appreciative of, but he still nodded with intent all the same, not wanting to nudge the Salarian out of his rapid fire groove. "I do not understand a word of what you said, but I am certain I can pick things up when I see them in action. I am a quick learner," he assured. "Hmm. You are obviously one of the most capable on this ship, next to me. What are your thoughts on the mission itself? I have shared my many doubts with you, but you seem to hold your opinions close to your chest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>24-02-2021, 15:12:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 17th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Silver-and-black hue<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Elevator from Upper Deck<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Pontification<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>Arcus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>The mention of his past as an Inventor had the Salarian smile with an unabashed glint of pride in his eyes. The Cloaking Device truly was his Magnum Opus, but in truth it wasn't enough; least of all in his society. "Truth be told, my invention was mostly iteration. Will likely be obsolete in decade, forgotten in a decade-and-a-half. Helps keep Salarians at forefront of Infiltration though, which is pleasing." Talk moved onto the filtration system he mentioned off hand, and he nodded. While it wasn't his area of expertise, engineering and itteration was something he had a certain talent for. Perhaps he could offer his help to one of the Engineers, or the doctor? "Will offer assistance, although imagine others on board are better specialised. Shall check out Medical facilities and see what records we have of fungus."<br><br>Arcus presented a few alternative organisations that might be a plausible replacement for the Batarians as orchestrators of the attack on Humanity's representatives on the Citadel. Some were interesting, but even more interesting was the response of the Spectre. It was a regimented response; a <em>military</em> response. It wasn't the sort of thing he'd expect a Spectre to say, it was what he'd expect a Captain, or a Sergeant to say. "Would not expect this to be a solely Krogan incident. Never heard of competent Krogan scientist before, and cultivation of Fungus which specifically targets Humans requires certain...finesse. Could possibly be Cerberus trying to incite outrage and further their Human-first stance? Not like Human Alliance is without enemies, and not like many would prefer to see them out of Citadel-aligned space." Upon mention of Salarians not being infected, and intending to keep it that way, Jackiro only nodded. He equally had no desire to stress-test his race's metabolic reaction to the fungal infection...<br><br>The offhand - if slightly backhanded - compliment caught Jackiro by surprise, if only because it came out of nowhere. To be called one of the 'most capable' on the ship after a chance-meeting in a hallway while both parties were distracted spoke a grim dirge for the Spectre's opinions of the other members of the ship. "Will admit, STG training on show there. Not one to share feelings and opinions without definite evidence." He paused again, his hand on his chin moving to cross with the other at his chest. "In personal opinion, this is attempts by Council to 'save face'. Explains high Human presence, and multicultural crew. Likely attempt to pacify Alliance while also pushing out investigation with quickest available reliable hand. Missing too much data to pontificate as to who is responsible. Cannot draw conclusion yet, but do not think we have been set up to fail, at least. What have met of crew is promising, if unorthodox." He nodded at Arcus, smiling in the strange unnerving way that the Salarian sometimes did. "Would personally be inclined to hold brief, and organise inner circle ASAP. Doctors, Engineers, Key-Ground agents, etc. Perhaps organise out of hours activity? New crew, very diverse biomes and subcultures...Good opportunity for Movie night. Break ice before bored Krogans punch angsty Salarians."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-02-2021, 16:49:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LdtbnxL.jpg)</div><br>Kandok was the very cliche of a Krogan, wrapped around what he would attest to be the biggest full set of quads in the Milky Way. He was large, he was loud, and unlike the Krogan he was wandering over to meet with at the bar, Kandok raced headfirst into battle. None of this sissy hiding back with a sniper rifle, picking foes off a single headshot at a time. No! He was there in the middle of it all, grinning wildly with the blood on his face and his trusty Claymore by his side. Kandok never went anywhere without his favorite shotgun- unless Ness ‘suggests’ otherwise. Apparently walking around the ship with his trusty gun would be ‘intimidating to the squishiest ones’ and ‘give the goddess-be-damned Spectre a stroke’.<br><br>He didn’t understand why any of this was a problem, but when Ness said ‘no’ there wasn’t a force powerful enough in this galaxy to get her to change her mind. The woman was in charge, she established that from the beginning, and while the krogan wouldn’t admit it out loud -because it was too much fun to torment that blue ass- he had to admit that things were better with her around.<br><br>Even if it meant he wasn’t allowed to bring his Claymore to bed.<br><br>Upon his approach, feet stomping and people all but throwing themselves out of his way, Kandok arrived in the mess hall with no need to look around in order to find the other krogan. He plopped down in his chair with a heavy creak and groan of metals and plastics, but didn’t spill to the floor on his ass. He poked one of his fingers against the bottle between them. “My Ness drinks this Pyjak piss. Tastes like you lit one of those little shits on fire after drowning it in ethanol.” He poured their glasses. “Good stuff.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>24-02-2021, 17:20:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th of December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Nose bandage<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Room 15<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> De-exposing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"Call me Sink, only the family and real old friends use Jacob."</strong> The voice carries, as his mechanical hand moves to take a towel from his bed, the rest of his body invisible until he manages to move that piece of garment around the waist, it too turning invisible for a moment, giving Jacki a generous amount of time to observe the moving parts of the hand that would've been covered by the armored alloy plate otherwise. <br><br><strong>"Sorry about the lack of clothes, nothing personal, I just got wrapped up in my projects and forgot to dress up." </strong> At the same time, his disguise folding out and his appearance now not so fully nude infront of the Salarian. <strong>"Tazzik almost shot me when she found me naked in the galley, I got hungry while installing an upgrade to my leg. Something about indecency."</strong> His hand does a wave while sitting down by the work-desk, detaching the malfunctioning arm and placing it on a frame to hold it in for maintenance work, with only a stub left on his shoulder socket where the arm would go.<br><br><strong>"Since you have expertise in the matter, and the cloakin' tech is salarian, feel free to take a look.&nbsp; That'd be Tazzik's handiwork. Said she'd rather not see me than see me naked."</strong> His motorized leg kicking the stool on wheels he's sitting on further from the desk to give the Salarian agent some room to work with. <strong>"And thanks for the compliment, tho not a lot of it is due to me. Came in well built, all I need to do so far is to keep the screws tight and the oil loose."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>25-02-2021, 01:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Reunion<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kandok<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack was remembering why he hadn't gone out of his way to visit Kandok as he watched him swagger into the room and sit at the table.<br>“There’s no accounting for taste, since she married you,” the old krogan grunted.&nbsp; “A pyjak on fire and alcohol huh?&nbsp; Humans have some weird tastes.”<br>After the other krogan filled their glasses, he took one of them and held it up in a toast, “May our enemies be worth killing, because if they’re not, we’ll find something that is.”<br>Not how a proper Rite of Union was supposed to go, but they were both krogans of the galaxy.&nbsp; Drack wasn’t a strict adherent to the krogan ways, it was enough to go through the motions and get into the spirit of things rather than the letter.&nbsp; Not that Kandok would understand letters to begin with, the dumb pyjak.<br>&nbsp;<br>Downing half of the glass instead of sipping like he was supposed to, Drack swished it around inside of his mouth, his expression growing more confused the more he tasted.&nbsp; Finally swallowing the whiskey down, he looked at the bottle in puzzlement.<br>“This drink barely has any teeth to, it’s hard to tell there’s alcohol in here.&nbsp; I get where you’re going with the roasted pyjak, tastes like someone took some peat and set it on fire.&nbsp; Also tastes like I bit into some kind of tree.&nbsp; But there’s some other things too.”<br>The old krogan finished the rest of the glass, letting it slosh around in his mouth before finishing, “It’s sweet, why is it sweet?&nbsp; There’s a creamy sweetness to it.&nbsp; And some kind of fruity flavour too.&nbsp; Is whiskey supposed to taste like someone set a fruit tree growing in a bog on fire?”<br>Drack grabbed the whiskey bottle from Kandok and topped up his glass again.<br>“Not bad though,” he conceded.&nbsp; “Grows on you."<br>&nbsp;<br>“So, Ness still keeps you around?” he asked as he tried sipping the drink like a human would.&nbsp; “I thought she would have twisted your quads off one at a time by now.&nbsp; How’s that going for you?”<br>Honestly, he didn’t know much about Ness.&nbsp; He didn’t even remember her name until Kandok said it.&nbsp; But he’d rather eat one of his livers than pass on an opportunity to give the krogan a hard time.&nbsp; Besides, anyone willing to marry him had to be tough, so it was a safe bet Ness would be an asari who could headbutt back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2021, 04:28:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> (hopefully) making friends<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann| Sam| Jay<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>For a brief moment the quarian felt the shade of amethyst heat across her cheeks in realization of Mary-Ann's taken back expression, uncertain of the exact specifics of the err..get together? Was that what humans called these things? Of all the times she had left Min's wired reaches in her quarters the program could have very well given pointed examples Rue could have used in her current predicament, partially fearing her attire (really only her missing helmet) had been a social faux pas that upset her fellow crew mates. It was a difficult line to not only embrace other species cultures as well as procuring her own but to go through the seemingly mine field of properness left Rue woefully unprepared for it more than she could have realized. "Forgive me, I neglected my helmet in order to further engage in our social meeting...I felt it would...perhaps be much more beneficial to witness my expressions." The quarian mused gently, fingers flexing behind the small of her back to hook around one another to wring lightly." If I offend I may return to my quarters to retrieve it should it be preferred." Quickly tacking on politely enough, that in truth it was perhaps a bit jarring to be glanced at with wide ivory pools with no real definitive pupils to gauge where her gaze was fixed.<br><br>With the uncertainty of having misunderstood the briefing sent on the extranet Rue remained at a stiffened distance from the table of humans, after all it would be rather useless to take a seat only to find that indeed her uncovered appearance was the source of offence to Mary-Ann's stumbling words and breathy tone. Regardless of her own emotional fragility of manners and etiquette in the current situation the quarian did take note of the brunette at the table appearing quite content, the doctor if she recalled from the brief glance of the roster Min had attempted to shove in her face at one point. Of course any intelligible tact there may have once been had long shattered on the figurative floor with the thrust of 'winging' the social call, still quite the strange saying she had heard in another time and place considering as far as she could tell Sam and Mary-Ann were humans and not bird like in anyway. Never the less Rue would flash a decidedly shy smile towards Sam along with a light nod of her head, for a moment forgetting that with the lack of obscurity of her features her more pointed expressions weren't needed. "A pleasure to meet you Sam, you all may call me Rue if you would prefer a less wordy address" Rue cooed quietly in return, lips parting to further give question for the doctor before a much more vivacious species made herself known.<br><br>Turning on her heel the quarian was greeted with the full blare of Jay's over exuberant personality in the same manner that one would feel their stomach slosh in certain gravities, so glaring and oh so comfortable in her own skin it was a wonder how one could embody such an essence in one so young. Then again this was one of the famed Asari race and so just as surprising as it was, it also was almost a given; it still was quite the intimidating force to come face to face with though. Flustering further Rue's pale eyes seemed transfixed by the colorful display of Jay's onsie, the material seeming to be a sort of outfit one would find themselves within for night time rituals, which brought further questions to the befuddled quarian. "Is there a dress code in which I did not understand for such a meeting?" She'd blink lightly, wringing her fingers further behind her back in thought of the traditional garb of her slimmed down enviro-suit perhaps being too stuffy before Mary-Ann thankfully took the lead with what seemed to be the full cast of their outing now in attendance. <br><br>Giving a soft bite across her lower lip Rue found the strange term of 'hotties' escaping herself more than anything, a curious creature of habit meekly pondering such with a soft blink."Hotties? As in temperature? I don't believe the environment within this hall is above average. Am I incorrect?"<br><br>Despite the bumpy beginnings Rue did find herself looking forward to the suggestions Mary-Ann so excitedly professed, it felt like a genuine offering to make friends with fellow crew mates which truthfully had been what the quarian desperately yearned to explore. Perhaps not terrorizing the salarian; Rue certainly was not adventurous enough to ruffle nerves so early on their voyage. A movie and drinks seemed simple enough to enjoy while making conversation though, Rue briefly pulled from her critical thinking to offer a blink in return at the suggestion if quarians drank alcohol. "Mhm I myself have never indulged within such, I have taken the needed precautions to partake in substances in small doses however...should it be what everyone else would enjoy to consume." Rue answered respectfully enough, certainly not wanting to cause any upset within her fellow crew mates on such a silly manner of drinks or activities that a quarian in many instances could not.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>26-02-2021, 23:41:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Blue-and-white variant<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Room 15 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Nerding out with the Engineer.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Sink<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>“Maintenance is important part of mission. Clock stops working if cog taken out.” Jackiro was mostly ignoring Jacob as he uncloaked and got somewhat dressed. Decency was of little major concern to the Salarian, because he didn't really care about the man as a sexual entity. It seemed a little odd, admittedly, because the ship was hardly a warm place; but with no external extremities it probably had less of an effect on the unusual human? "Would be interested who this Tazzik is. Do not believe I have met them yet."<br><br>Getting into the nitty-gritty of the Cloaking technology took Jackiro a few minutes, but he was happy enough to start really sinking his metaphorical teeth into the task at hand. The first problem was that the model was slightly obsolete. Predating his own innovation of the last few years somewhat. That wasn't a problem for Jacki of course, but it meant that it wasn't as easy a fix. “Hmm, problem not with prosthetic material because other limbs unaffected. Prosthetic seems functional otherwise...Perhaps object of interest not exactly arm?” He hummed, before lifting up the arm and taking a moment to breathe. <br><br>A wave of thought hit him, and in a bizarre reversal of the situation Jackiro vanished in a technological hum...along with the arm. “Ah-hah.” The disembodied voice had a bit of mirth to it now, as the brain ran its hamster-wheel into an inferno of locomotion and invention. “Think I have identified problem.”<br><br>Uncloaking, Jackiro handed the limb back to Sink, aware it was probably inconvenient to be without an arm; even if it was something the mechanical man was likely used to. “Suspect the issue is with Cloaking Field modulation unit. Not detecting arm as object to be cloaked. Would hypothesise that relays on prosthetic limb are perhaps damage or somehow out of synch with module. Simple fix, but not one I can do without taking apart Cloaking Field Modulation Unit itself. Imagine you have ability to do personal debug, considering skillset.”<br><br>The Salarian smiled, taking a step back from the desk and sighing with a wistful smirk. “Enjoy challenges like this. Rare I get to flex mental muscles these days. Mostly busy with the shooty-shooty-bang-bang missions.” He turned to fully face Sink, head tilting slightly as he acknowledge the bandage on his nose for the first time. “Did not notice injury yesterday in lower deck. Everything okay?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>27-02-2021, 11:16:23</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th of December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Nose bandage, a towel wrap.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Room 15<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> De-exposing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"Aegohr Ronlan Cjur Fimor Solus Tazzik. Intelligence agent, retired from active service. I believe she was in her late 30's."</strong> Waiting patiently as the salarian does the analysis on the arm, while himself reminiscing the past with the salarian agentess. <strong>"We served together on a salvage ship, Fullom. Don't think she was actually a female,"</strong> he adds to the sentence, having noticed that most salarians tend to doubt that part of the story, <strong>"I think she was fascinated by the humanity's transgender culture and wished to emulate. She does look fabulous in a dress. Want to see some pictures?"</strong><br><br>Once Jackiro gives his arm, back, the man proceeds to use his left hand to place the shoulder in its socket. A whirr and buzz is heard as the attachments take hold, and a solid click informs them that a connection has been made, leading to Jacob to move the arm around to readjust himself to its presence. <strong>"Computer, display album Tazzik."</strong> with the engineer's words spoken, a projector drone peeps up and begins to emit a holoimage of a clear (to a) salarian male in full summer gown and a wide brimmed hat, verily in the human style, imitating human gestures of an abashed old lady. <strong>"I do believe she's nowadays modeling for a tailor somewhere in Asia, Earth. Either Vietnam or Thailand."</strong><br><br>Having utterly digressed from the topic, since the actual fix for the situation would require a more throughout disassembly than one cares to ask from a casual acquaintance. Being as personal issue as it is. <strong>"I was afraid I need to start getting deeper into it. Thanks for the analysis, was hoping there'd be a quicker fix. Will have to hustle to get this done before the estimated landing, lest you want to lend a hand." </strong> The man moves, reaching down to his leg, to open up a compartment in the modification, detaching the cloak modulator from its hidey hole. <strong>"Would love to see a master at the helm. Gives me a chance to learn."</strong> Hand moving to offer the quite innocent looking plastic box with metal connectors to Jackiro.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>28-02-2021, 18:58:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Blue-and-white variant<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Room 15 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Nerding out with the Engineer.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Sink<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Just as predicted, Jackiro was able to tell that the Salarian Intelligence Agent was a man by sex, at least. His crest was pronounced, and the mere fact that he was wondering around without any political position was enough of a hint. Still, sex wasn't everything and seemingly there was a happiness in this 'Tazzik's' face that brought a smile to the STG agent. "Glad they found something to enjoy in twilight years. She is lovely, as you said."<br><br>Being handed the cloaking modulator from its location inside Jacob's prosthetic, Jackiro was left staring at it ponderously. There were few easy fixes to his problem that Jackiro himself could simply apply like a band-aid, or a lathering of medigel. Truth be told, he wasn't going to have much free time to himself if he agreed to this task. It would eat into his time for recreational activities, or meeting new individuals, and it would certainly eliminate his ability to finish up the Poetic Edda.<br><br>...Thank heavens for that small mercy.<br><br>"Suppose I am willing to offer some of time. Will require a bit of tinkering to apply personal fixes due to retrofitting of knowledge, but suppose challenge will be fun." He walked back over to the workbench and began his task. Undoing components and unhinging latches until he was face to face with the internals of the item. It ran similarly enough to his own design that he didn't struggle to comprehend it at a glance, but it was missing some of the subtleties that his own schema worked with; namely the tertiary mesh that surrounded the main 'cloak' to ensure proper coverage as well as disruption of anti-cloaking technology; as well as a specific coupling he'd installed to reduce power consumption and maintain the cloak for longer periods without needing to shutdown and recharge. Installing it with his current toolset would be difficult-to-impossible, so instead he'd focus his efforts on the issue at hand, which was the core relay unit. <br><br>Most cloaks worked by sending out tiny pulses that would 'ping' off of pre-set points and forming a mesh of Light-bending EeZo similar to a shield. From what he could tell, Sink's was not pinging correctly off of whatever points were previously set on his artificial arm; creating a hole in the shield that his arm was visible through. Jacki's brief cloaking was to make sure the arm wasn't somehow rejecting the field, which it wasn't.<br><br>He worked for the better part of an hour, moving tools and making the most minute of micro-alterations to the internal device. Humming, hurring, and commenting at irregular intervals unless the Human asked any specific questions.&nbsp; "Tiny alterations needed to this wiring, and this central relay. Adjust parameters...Alter conditions..." He had the common Salarian habit of speaking his thoughts out loud - mostly for his own benefit, but also so Sink could play along and listen. "Okay. Ready to reset Anchor points on arm. Adjust prosthetic and then activate search cloak function; will run Master scan and - in theory - should work. Would offer a more complete upgrade, but do not have tools to make. Perhaps can requisition once we reach civilisation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>28-02-2021, 22:32:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th of December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Nose bandage, a towel wrap.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Room 15<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> De-exposing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"Capital!"</strong> A bright smile appearing on the man's face when salarian acquires the modulator, leaving his hand empty. <strong>"I'll make it worth your while. Don't you sweat. I got a few brewskies with your name on them. And I'll show you some of my favorite comedy skits." </strong> The swivel stool under him rolling around Chief engineer scooting across the floor to the other side of the room to his personal cooler. <br><br><strong>"Computer, play Horrible Histories: Historical inventions. Screen four.</strong> Cooler popping open with the clear sign of depressurization a little bit of cool vapor escaping the confines as he fishes out two glass bottles from icey surroundings, his eyes turning to look towards the screen next to the workdesk, at the best possible place to watch something while working, the old timey TV show (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbhHeMJ7Hbs) beginning to play, with a genuine goal of stealing Jackiro's attention from the work ahead of him. <br><br>Deriving amusement from Jackiro's expressions, the chief engineer stands up, walking over next to him, observing both his work and the reactions, mechanical hand popping open the crown cork from the <em><strong>Duff</strong></em> brand beer bottle, and setting it down next to the screen. This little trick of dividing Jackiro's attention was to slow down his working speed, to give the human a chance to keep track of the work progress while himself relying on inner knowledge on the series on the screen. <br><br><strong>"Quick work. Let me get into posture for you."</strong> Taking a sip of the ale bottle, finishing it off and setting the empty bottle on the table, then moving to take the modulator, to insert it back into the socket. Luckily they didn't have to fidget around with the connectors, and he can just slide it back into its place inside his leg, and have the thing boot up in peace and quiet, while himself closing the lid and standing up proper - still wearing naught but the towel.<br><br><strong>"Initiating test in 3... 2.... 1...</strong> Countdown to the final test as he conjures up his omni-tool to let it do the required scan and click on the proper button at the note of 0. There's a whirr of engine and the tiny mass effect fields slowly turn him invisible and bending the light just as intented - mechano arm included. <strong>"So, how do I look?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 03:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Without the fun glasses. (https://imgur.com/Z7GN3XP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> First chance to breathe<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann | Jay | Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Whatever was on the agenda for this evening, she certainly hadn’t expected a quarian without her helmet, an asari in a unicorn onesie, and the hostess who was just as surprised, but no less enthusiastic about how their night was unfolding. Samantha sat there with open amusement, propping her chin up in the palm of her hand, resting her supporting elbow on the table as she looked back and forth between each lovely face. Deadly alien spore virus mutating and killing humans: what was that? Mischievous Krogans trying to steal medical supplies in order to perform a chemistry experiment and make Ryncol: never happened. Sam found this gathering to be infectiously good-natured and endearing, and it melted all of the stress from her shoulders.<br><br>She found the quarian’s struggle to understand the social rules of this gathering both adorable and heartwarming. Rue had an innocence about her that so many others have lost, and it instinctively made Samantha want to hug the other woman in the same way you might wish to curl up in a soft blanket. She tried to reassure her new acquaintance. “I don’t think any one of us have seen a quarian without their full suits,” she explained, still offering her relaxed smile. “I’m flattered, honored, and admittedly, I’ve been so damn curious!”<br><br>Who wouldn’t be? With Xenobiology as one of her specialties, Samantha would be quite capable of caring for quarians, turians, and even salarian or asari patients, should there be a need. The first time she learned of the quarian race, she was already diving deep in her studies, away from unfriendly memories, away from Shanxi, and back on earth.<br><br>With her chin lifting out of her palm, she draped her arm across the table and nodded in agreement. “Actually, I’d <em>love</em> a drink. I’m not exactly looking forward to tomorrow’s little ‘adventure’.”<br><br>She hated flying. It was internalized, for the most part, but just the thought of it made her stomach clench tight. Getting shitfaced drunk would have been appealing --if it wasn’t also one way to make certain she would vomit, and tomorrow’s venture had her pride on the line already. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 03:05:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Ee4412809723968bce30ab79065e28e7.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Cute Unicorn Onesie (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b4/35/b4/b435b45588a624a9c7edfac051a646f5.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Girl's Night!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue; Mary-Ann; Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"I dunno about other asari, but this one plans to get blue girl waaasted!"&nbsp; She giggled and dropped her pillow off before scrambling over the bar and popping up on the other side.&nbsp; After all, she'd done it once before, and according to one pleasant krogan, she was a natural!&nbsp; Turning, she peered up at the bottles and grabbed one she recognized, lifting it over her head as she pivoted to grin at the other three.&nbsp; "Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo - TEQUILA!"&nbsp; She hummed the song and shimmied behind the bar, putting the bottle down to bend, and start hunting down shot glasses, her butt bobbing up and down over the bar along with the song she was humming..."...tequila!"&nbsp; The tail on her onesie flicked up with an especially energetic hip-bounce at the word.<br><br>Peeking back up, she glanced between them, brow furrowing.&nbsp; "Shots are good, yeah?&nbsp; I figure Rue can at least have <em>one</em>, and then we can pivot to like those other tequila things...uh...starbursts?&nbsp; Sunglasses?&nbsp; You guys know what I mean, right?"&nbsp; She glanced at Mary-Ann and Sam, then straightened and lined up four shot glasses along the bar, grinning.&nbsp; "Besides, this lets me try out a move I saw in an old movie once.&nbsp; I <em>thought</em> it was gonna be porn about a species with their sexual organs in their caudal appendage, but...I was wrong.&nbsp; Still, not o bad and very educational about early human social rituals!"<br><br>She paused to nod wildly at Mary-Ann, before bending again to see if she could find salt and possibly limes.&nbsp; The latter might mean hunting the galley, but she was willing to bet the grumpy chef had taken the night off.&nbsp; "That sounds awesome.&nbsp; I watched a lot of videos about girl's nights and sleepovers, so I know what happens.&nbsp; Rue, if you ever wanna borrow any of my media for research, feel free!&nbsp; I brought my whole digital collection, and there's plenty more on the extranet if you know where to look!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 07:16:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/c5/8d/99c58d6d22f1fc3a74d4249388a04192.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Mary-Ann Herder<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Hacker and Anti-Espionage Free Agent<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This Jacket (https://i.imgur.com/1duhr8h.jpeg) and plain black leggings.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Food Hall, sometime before the Reetix mission.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 19th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Ladies Night.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue, Jay, Sam&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Even so early on, Mary-Ann was starting to get a picture of the three women's personalities: Rue was basically a buttercup, like those Christian girls you found who spent her weekends at Church helping out with the Pastor's charity events; Samantha was seemingly more level-headed and easy going, at least in contrast to the other two; Jay was clearly the extrovert, hopping over bars and belting out drinking songs, casually mentioning human porn...<br><br>Did Asari watch Human Porn? Huh...<br><br>“<strong>Wait, do you mean a Tequila Sunrise? I haven't had one of those in <em>Ageees</em></strong>” Mary-Ann smiled at the Asari, glad that the woman was diving into it so wholeheartedly. It was hard not to stare at the swaying rump of the Blue-woman as she flaunted it, and even harder not to get caught considering the swaying tail of her onesie had the Hacker struggling to stifle a snort of laughter.<br><br>Instead, she turned to focus on the Quarian and the other Human. Jay was starting off with drinks, so that meant she should set up the activities as hostess, right? “<strong>No worries Rue...</strong>” She jumped at the less wordy name on offer; Rume'Zam-zam nark whatnot was not something she would remember quickly...Sounded like a Computer password. “<strong>...you've not offended...just surprised us is all. I dunno about these two; but I've never met a Quarian before you, and only heard the basic, basic stories about your people. Here though? No dress code at all; I just wanted people to come as comfy as they like. Somehow Jay has out-comfy'd us all.</strong>”<br><br>Sam mentioned tomorrow's adventure, which had Mary-Ann sigh. “<strong>Good luck with that one. I'll be glad to stick on the ship. Reetix doesn't seem like a place to party. Thankfully I get to wallow in my hung-overness tomorrow instead.</strong>” <br><br>Deciding it was better to be helpful at her own little party, Mary-Ann hopped out of her seat and moved over to the bar. She walked around as opposed to scrambling over the bar. Once she was there, she started rooting around in the fridges for Orange Juice and grenadine. Tequila was the easy winner so far, and she was going to work for it. She glanced over at the slightly-taller Asari, seeing her hand eventually settle on Limes and Salt. “<strong>...You're going for proper shots, too? You' remind me waaaaay too much of college. Not that that's a bad thing.</strong>” <br><br>She carried the two bottles of secondaries over, confident Jay would carry the rest, and sat back at the table. She'd wait for the Asari before starting to speak. “<strong>So first we knock back a shot or two, then we pick a room. I've got an oldschool Projector in my room; so we can turn pretty much anywhere into a little cinema with some ingenuity. I've not explored the ship much, but I reckon we could put up like...a bedsheet or something; Drive-in Theatre this bitch, y'know?</strong>”<br><br>Then, with a slight '<em>whomp</em>' and a hint of infectious energy taken from Jay's enthusiasm, Mary-Ann dropped her hand in front of Jay, her sleeve rolled up for the sake of what was to come next. She was looking at Rue, as she was the only one who had probably never at least heard of, let alone done, Shots. ”<strong>So it's real simple Rue; Lick, Swallow, Suck. Set me up Jay, I'll go first.</strong>”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 17:01:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Blue-and-white variant<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Room 15 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Nerding out with the Engineer.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Sink<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Truth be told, 'Brewskies' and Comedy Skits weren't something that interested the Salarian much. He'd sampled enough of human culture in his time to be at least knowledgeable of their arts; if not an expert in any of them other than literature. He'd watched recordings of Stand-up routines, and he found them wanting. To him, at least, it was the equivalent of junk food. He'd taken his sampling, and he'd enjoyed the concept well enough, but the idea brought him little excitement. Similarly he was not interested in alcohol right now as it would lower his cognitive ability and slow down his ability to manoeuvre and hamper his manual dexterity.<br><br>...Which, it slowly dawned on Jackiro, was the point. Slow him down, observe his work, perhaps copy it later...<br><br>Jacki wasn't sure if he was meant to be flattered or furious at the manipulative attempt to hamper him; his mind being as quick as it was he managed to flick between both for a few nanoseconds before settling, finally, on neither. He'd have preferred a more direct request, but the intent wasn't particularly malicious. He'd have been actually furious if it was a more long-term impediment, but for just the hour or so? He'd let it go. Helping Sink was useful for the mission, after all. It always came back to the mission.<br><br>Always.<br><br>So, with that in mind, he intentionally slowed himself down. Jokes were generally structured in predictable enough ways, and so he watched the first two or three minutes of the skit, then laughed along when it seemed appropriate to hit the punchline, based on tone and delivery alone. He wasn't always right, and if Jacob was smart enough he'd notice at some point, but his work was intentionally easy enough to follow...at least by Salarian standards. No doubt Sink would still struggle to keep up if he wasn't paying complete attention.<br><br>When all was said and done, Jackiro returned the man's module to him and leaned back to observe as Jacob did his thing. He mimicked the countdown with nods, bobbing his head at each called out number. When the cloak worked, the Salarian smiled, clapping enthusiastically. "Excellent. Glad to see process successful. Can safely say you look positively not-there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 17:39:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Can’t sleep<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>At this hour, the mess hall was abandoned and the lights were on low power, creating a dim atmosphere which she found to be soothing against her headache. Both legs were pulled up onto Samantha’s seat with her, giving her chin a comfortable place to rest as she casually sipped her tea and scrolled through her digital reports.<br><br>There were the updated lab results from tissue samples taken from the victims to browse through, although it was clear that there hadn’t been any significant changes. Toxicology reports implemented no new data or plan of attack, and even asking the council to run a report of previous Batarian bio-engineered medical advancements left her with an amassed about of ‘useless’ information. Just in case, she would forward the reports to their bio-engineering expert down at the bottom level. Sam added the reminder to her V.I so that she wouldn’t accidentally wake the quarian up if she had managed to sleep at this hour.<br><br>Sam sighed and rubbed her hands across her face a few times, stuck in that nauseating middle-ground of exhausted, and wide awake. The first few nights on a ship were always like this, but between the power of caffeine and busy distractions, it wasn’t all bad. She certainly had enough to work on, but the human felt as if she did her best work in quiet, open areas with a good view. Not the stark, enclosed clinics that smelled of antiseptics and cleaning agents. At least not when she was supposed to be trying to come up with a cure for a mostly-unknown virus.<br><br>With her hands sliding away from her face, Samantha moved them to the back of her neck and squeezed, trying to coax her muscles out of their tense rigidity. Whenever they got back to the Citadel, time allowing, she was desperate for a massage. For now… she would have to settle with some quiet and tea. She idly wondered if the drell had managed to hide away all the snacks -and if it would be breaking any rules if she were to go and search for them. There were rumors that there were Cheetos on board, and the last time she had those had been back on Shanxi, <em>before</em> everything went to hell. With that thought and the need for a distraction, Samantha slid out of her chair and stretched some more, deciding that a snack was exactly what she needed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 19:04:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Variables too numerous. Possibilities too incalculable. Motivations not clear enough, despite council assertation of Batarian involvement."<br><br>Sam would hear it coming from the Kitchen. Low, uneven mutterings followed by the clanging of cutlery and crockery. At one point, the banging of something solid against something else solid punctuated the room, followed by an unceremonious "Ouch." echoed from the kitchen connected to the Mess Hall, almost sounding bored by the brief exasperation of pain. Seconds later, Samantha would see it...or him, as it were. Jackiro was walking out of the glorified storage cupboard holding a steaming mug of something, as well as a tiny bottle of honey. He was wearing a rather unexpected piece of fashion; a very Human-inspired set of pyjamas, made of a flannel material and chequered black, white, and blue.<br><br>The Salarian blinked a couple of times as he spotted Samantha sitting in the Mess Hall, as if trying to take in the woman's sudden appearance. He clearly looked at her, then at the doorway as if he was pondering the idea of just...walking away from her. It crossed his mind, but considering the colourful nature of the crew thus far he decided that it would be good to just...walk over and see her. Shrugging, he strolled over to the woman massaging her neck, sitting opposite her and taking a moment to pour in a teaspoon worth of honey into his cup of what-was-revealed to be tea. <br><br>...Then another...<br><br>...and another...<br><br>...and another.<br><br>"Terribly sorry; did not know I wasn't alone. Got frustrated with Cook's placement of goods. Did you know the honey was hidden with the meat? Seems preposterous to me." He harrumphed, as if genuinely offended by the fact. "Guess you could say he made a <em>Ham </em>of the arrangements." <br><br>There was a pregnant pause, before the Salarian smirked, and let out a slight chuckle to himself as if rewarding himself for a job well done and a joke well told. "Heh. Sorry, could not resist. Am Jackiro. Do not believe I have met you yet." He put the honey down for a moment, having poured in probably six teaspoons worth of the stuff from the squirty bottle, and he extended his hand over to the woman to shake. It was the Human Gesture to do, right? He wasn't an expert on human culture, but it was certainly the hot new thing at the moment. His pyjamas, for example, were a style not seen before by Salarian culture, but with the recent adopting of human cultural trends and the extensive library of content and media that they had on offer, it had suddenly become a quaint and fun thing to wear as a Salarian. Not exactly <em>stylish</em>, persay, but certainly in vogue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 21:05:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Am I hallucinating? <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>She was taken by surprise with the sudden presence of a Salarian, and for one hazy blink Samantha wondered if she was suffering from delusions. Perhaps she was more tired than she realized? Why else was he walking around in a pair of gingham pajamas? An overly taxed brain could project on a person… but no. Upon closer inspection and the smell of Jackiro’s tea, his presence was confirmed into reality but left her no less puzzled. He looked cozy. Yet this was still so damn strange for her, even if she was absolutely charmed by it all. Samantha was also a little jealous of the cool mug, her own was a simple white variety pilfered from the kitchen supply cabinet.<br><br>“Jackiro?” She spoke his name out loud to make sure she got it right, as well as to help her log it into memory. She often found herself so busy and focused with work that a V.I had to remind her to have a social life. But names, faces, those were things she never failed to recall. “I’m Samantha,”<br><br>She shook his hand. The doctor’s grip was strong, confident, but didn’t show any of the bravado or posturing that could come with this particular social greeting. An easy smile quickly slid into place and lit up the features on her face, causing her pale blue eyes to twinkle in appreciation for his pun and clear sense of humor. Who didn’t enjoy a good laugh? “I’m sure it was a mis-steak. We left rather quickly, and there is a lot to, uh… process.”<br><br>Her smile twitched, until one corner of her mouth suddenly plunged upward into a smirk, the freckles across her nose shifting as her nose crinkled at the bridge. She couldn’t help herself. “Although I think it’s safe to assume the wurst… I hear the drell cook is a bit of an ass.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 18:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> (hopefully) making friends<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann| Sam| Jay<br><br>Shifting from one foot to the other the befuddled expression of uncertainty melted easily enough away with the trio of girls seemingly not upset with the lack of her helmet, the knot of anxiety subsiding enough to allow a much more easy smile cross her plush lips as Rue sighed. " I am relieved, it is not often I forgo such...considering my circumstances, but I felt it would be..." Pausing for a brief moment the quarian debated on exactly what she wished to convey, though at the end her true feelings on the get together seemed to be the best response. "I suppose I felt it would be better to be accepted among my crew mates to see my face every so often..." She'd admit sweetly, the urge to find friends among her crew certainly a driving force as the literal obstacle of her helmet in her mind made making connections, at least worthwhile ones, perhaps difficult. Although to have the knowledge she now had before hand, Rue probably would have still gone with the decision even if it did make her confused expressions all too apparent and up to show her vulnerability easily. <br><br>Riding the high that was such an energetic group was somewhat startling but strangely comforting as Rue finally settled into a seat next to Sam with a bashful smile, the curiosity both humans had of her nature certainly shared. "I must admit I have not met with real humans myself, so I too share this curiosity for the both of you as well." Rue giggled softly, pale eyes flickering between the the blonde and brunette. In truth she found her own anatomy not terribly far off from the human women aside from the obvious complexion, Mary-Ann's gesture of tucking hair behind her ear catching Rue's eye to once more repeat the motion with herself to wonder to herself. "Appearance wise you both are quite pleasing, quite delicate." The quarian mused more to herself with the later part, seemingly hyper focused on the perfection of what an 'ear' was, although it was perhaps a bit silly of a notion to say out loud. With Mary-Ann's confirmation of comfy clothes being the dress protocol Rue let her hand drop from her own ear to briefly brush along her suit's sleeve, a quick spying towards the rest of her company proving their dress was more akin to 'casual' than what the equivalent of casual was to her species, after all there was only really their enviro-suits when it came to supporting clothing. "Yes Jay's colorful attire does indeed look quite comfy, is there many articles of clothing as such one can choose from?" The soft blink accompanied the slight tilt of the quarian's head, as if attempting to&nbsp; compute the reasonable thought of other clothes aside from uniforms. <br><br>The mention of shots however quickly took over the curious notion of the different types of clothing to draw a slightly suspicious glance from Rue, uncertain if shots were some sort of cover for a more physical means of entertainment. Though the quick turn of the conversation into matters of sexual organs was quick to light a blooming cloud of amethyst across Rue's features, were all Asari so..brazen? Though it would also be a convenient bridge to accepting Jay's offering of sharing her wide collection of digital media, an cringing pout crossing Rue's features as she admitted. " That would be very kind Jay, I attempted to do some research on my own before our 'girl's night' and found perhaps I had not entered in the right information...I was led to some very....prolific imagery."<br><br>Thin arms folded in front of the table in front of herself Rue was pleased with the plan thus far for the evening, even if the unknown territory of drinks were being offered, the thought of ingesting media with the women certainly enough to take a small bit of anxiety from the quarian. The ritual of actually taking the shot however did bring Rue's eyes to widen in thought, watching Mary-Ann with rapt attention as she would display the strange concept of licking, sucking, and swallowing, or wait was it licking and then swallow? <br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 21:19:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jackiro couldn't stop himself from smirking at the continued jokes, even laughing a little at the delivery. It seemed that the ritual had gone exactly as predicted for once, mercifully, and he not only got the woman's comedy routine but her name. “Samantha...Pleasure to make acquaintance.” He noticed her grip and nodded appreciatively. She was strong; possibly stronger than him, if he had to guess. That wasn't anything unusual of course, Salarians were not bruisers by nature, and Jackiro was a mediocre example of Salarian strength at the best of times. <br><br>Thinking about it, he recalled the name Samantha from the briefing held earlier. It had been only a scant few hours ago, but the name had come up, and it twigged in his head as he recalled Arcus mentioning her name. “Ah, silly of me. You must be ship doctor. Must have a lot on plate. Explains attempts to ease pressure from neck and joints, as well as relative lateness of your visit to Mess Hall. Understand humans require around seven hours of sleep?” He jostled in his seat, taking a slurp of the tea that by all accounts must have been horrendously sweet. His gulp made it seem like the easiest sip of his life. “Probably not here to talk about role as Doctor, or tension in body. Last thing you need is additional stressors. Could offer a game of cards, or possible massage? Not expert by any means, but know enough about anatomy and human physiology to be passable.” <br><br>Truth be told, Jackiro's interest in physiology was perhaps a slightly macabre and sinister application. He studied anatomy mostly as a way to see which parts of a species' body were weak spots, and points that could be worked over in interrogations. If he admitted that though, it would likely make the woman feel more uncomfortable. Instead he pulled out a worn looking deck of plastic playing cards, undoing the top and flicking the cards out between his surprisingly dextrous quartet of digits. He shuffled them with practiced grace; well-practiced, in Jacki's case. “Human culture is fascinating, will admit. Perhaps is mostly novelty, but have found many things to like. Your games and literature in particular.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>06-03-2021, 22:25:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th of December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Nose bandage, a towel wrap.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Room 15<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Re-appearing.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"Magnificent!"</strong> With a beep and a boop and a tap of a tooth the chief engineer reappears to view, and he grins like a boy who'd gotten a new toy. <strong>"I'll owe you one for this. Do let me know if you need something and I'll offer my expertise - if applicable."</strong> Engineer's attention shifting from Jacki to the coverplate of the arm, that's sitting on his workdesk, his hand moving to get it to reslot and rescrew it back on the arm, meanwhile screen is still playing some of those old comedy skits of human style, but being paid less attention. It appears some manner of playlist is going on. <br><br><strong>"Ever tried a Sauna? It's a steamy room where you get clean by sweating. Do salarians sweat? Never been a thing I asked. Either way, it's a communal experience I picked up the habit when I was studying in Finland and was thinking about setting up a temporary one in the cargo bay. Probably should ask on the net if anyone else is interested."</strong> By this time he was already done rescrewing the plate, with great practice comes fast installation times. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 08:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Am I hallucinating? <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>If you excluded the asari, Samantha found that she spent most of her time in the company of the Salarians. Their powers of observation never failed to amaze the young woman, and working with them in the hospital was always quite a fascinating experience. She liked the way they challenged her brain and engaged with her during periods of consultation. She appreciated their insight and ability to look at things objectively; sometimes tough decisions could only be made by reducing the pros and cons down to bullet points and facts. That didn’t mean it didn’t drive her to a stiff drink afterward… but that just came with the territory.<br><br>Samantha’s smile blossomed into a full grin, amusement causing her pale blue eye to sparkle even in this dim lighting. His humor helped to chase some of that brain-fog and fatigue away; she sat up a little straighter, adjusted so that she faced him across the table, and wondered about the possibilities of a research project comparing Salarians to hummingbirds. That tea had to of been closer to simple syrup at this point -then again, she had scooped a spoon full of sugar into her coffee earlier, so who was she to judge?<br><br>“Cards? Do you have a deck?” And sure enough, Jacki was pulling out his playing deck even as she asked her question, shuffling them between agile fingers. The last time she played cards was in university. She had scribbled notes all over their faces to help her study while also keeping her hands busy. She had never mastered the art of shuffling, but she wasn’t half bad as a player.<br><br>“Have you stumbled across anything regarding tarot cards?” The smile on her face twisted, favoring one side over the other as she asked her question. “They’re mostly used as a novelty, although some people hold a superstitious belief regarding their use.” Vague as they were, and wide open to interpretation and projection. “What are we playing?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 14:58:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Blue-and-white variant<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Room 15 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Nerding out with the Engineer.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Sink<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Seeing that Sink was now fully integrated with his Cloaking device, Jackiro nodded with a sense of certainty and peace. A job well done was always a pleasure, especially one that could so obviously help the mission. Sinclair would do far better out on the field with his technological advantages. “Will keep offer in mind. Am sure having an Engineer on hand to assist will be most agreeable.”<br><br>Sink tried to change the topic somewhat, mentioning a Sauna of all things. It sounded...unhygienic, honestly. He didn't see how sweating in a steamy room could ever clean someone. “Salarians do not sweat. Closest Earth analogy would be to amphibians, although still warm-blooded. High metabolism regulates heat mostly, along with special organ in gut. Can probably find link to educational text if interested.” <br><br>Once Sink was obviously finished with his work reinstalling the device into its container on his prosthetic, the Salarian rose to his feet and brushed off any shavings and waste from his lap. Most of it was soulder and stripped wiring, but he worked fairly clean anyway so it added very little mess. “Was pleasure to assist, but I will be retreating to my abode now; unless have further questions?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 19:05:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Without the fun glasses. (https://imgur.com/Z7GN3XP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> First chance to breathe<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann | Jay | Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>This was either going to be a night of infamy, or end in an absolute disaster, and Samantha wasn’t certain which thought amused her the most. But why just pick from that shortlist? There was an asari over there bouncing her booty to ancient earth music, foam tail flicking up and down in a distracting means. Sweet Rue being shy and sincere stole Samantha’s attention from the show, but her eyes were pleasantly distracted by the beautiful face of the quarian, and the lovely shade of lavender that accented it. Now Mary-Ann was offering to be the first contender in body-shots, so she knew there was no escaping this now.<br><br>Not that it bothered her. It was Samantha’s turn to stand up, however, approaching the bar where the majority of the ladies hovered. Leaning over, she scanned the contents while her legs lifted up and off of the ground, then she jabbed a finger at their designated bar-tender and grinned up at the asari. “Turian alcohol. Rue can have that stuff, the blue bottle is supposed to mimic earth tequila, and I think the brown one is… brandy?”<br><br>Rotating her head, she tried to read the turian script and gave up almost immediately. She depended solely on the translator chip, she was never any good at reading the script of the other Citadel space citizens. Languages weren’t where she excelled, no matter how much she wished that were the case. But, now that she was on top of the bar she decided to settle her. Samantha adjusted, drew her legs up, and sat criss-cross right there on the table. “Would you like to raid the pantry with me, Rue? If we’re going to make this a movie night, we may as well grab some snacks.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 21:56:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Do not believe I have much knowledge of 'Tarot'. Should tell me more while I deal.” He started to perform a few shuffle tricks, well practiced and well honed by a man who clearly obsessed over whatever new craze or interest piqued his curiosity. “Was thinking Pontoon. Keep it nice and simple. Like Blackjack, but without dealer.” He eventually finished shuffling and put the deck of cards on the table between them, indicating towards it and offering her a chance to cut, shuffle, or simply leave it. <br><br>“Curious about your thoughts on Crew. Have met several individuals thus far; fascinating dynamic. Multicultural nature of group is particularly interesting, if you ask me. Spectre Arcus will struggle to keep control, I imagine.” He took the deck from wherever it was; either her hands or the table, and then dealt the both of them two cards: One face up, and one face down. His face up card was a 3 of Clubs, while her first card was 6 of Spades. He glanced at his unrevealed card without showing her, and saw it was a 9 of Hearts. Twelve was a solid average, although any face card killed him. “You know the rules, I assume?” He waited for her to confirm it before he drew his first card. Pontoon was basically Blackjack with secret hands. It was harder to read what your opponent was doing, like a Dealer would, and it made it a little more casual and unpredictable.<br><br>Truth be told, he mostly asked her about her thoughts to try and see if he might wrangle any additional information out of her. No doubt a talented medical mind with military training would have some connection to the Alliance. What was their thoughts on this mission? Were they hoping to use it to ingratiate the Council and have something to hold over them? Were they outraged and incensed by the risk on Human life? Had they made any comments on the potential threats to Drell, Salarian, and other fringe races who might be susceptible to this fungal infection? Questions upon questions. It was very curious, but he didn't want to just bluntly say it, and potentially stress out the ship's doctor; that would be downright rude!
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 22:21:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th of December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Nose bandage, a towel wrap.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Room 15<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> De-Re-appearing.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"Issue at hand is solved. Good time was had, at least I did. I thank you for the service, and I'm also not holding you against your will. Leave at your leisure."</strong> Chief engineer is quite the bit elated, as he proceeds to engage his stealth drive again. <strong>"Doors, open!"</strong> Leading to the room doors sliding apart, allowing Jackiro a free exit. <strong>"See you soon."</strong><br><br>But also, the towel of the chief engineer falls on the floor, turning visible and as Jack's attention shifts, he suddenly can't spot the engineer anywhere. The Predator is on the loose! (or in the toilet, as that door closes next) <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 06:48:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Am I hallucinating? <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Pontoon was a new one for her, although the concept seemed simple enough. It certainly was more impressive than ‘War’ or ‘Go Fish’, and there was a sudden spark of amusement in her smile when she realized that, essentially, an alien would be teaching her about an earth game. Samantha was only twelve years old when humanity made its first discovery of the aliens. Seventeen years after the nightmare that was Shanxi, and she was in the furthest reaches of space, drinking coffee with a Salarian and surrounded by all of that diversity he just mentioned.<br><br>“I think it would be easier to show you tarot cards than to explain them, but they’re centered around fortune telling. Each card has a face, each face has a different meaning, and the interpretation of that meaning changes on how it was pulled from the deck; upside down or right side up.” She peaked at her card, a five of spades, and then continued talking without missing a beat. “They’re considered a novelty, as I said, but they’re amusing all the same.”<br><br>Taking a drink of her coffee, Sam rolled her shoulders and popped her neck one more time. “As for the crew?” She shrugged. “I don’t spend much time out of the hospitals and labs. The last time I left the Citadel was to return to earth for some… well, personal business. But I was on the flight back when everyone got sick, and the councilors have been keeping me rather busy since.”<br><br>But she didn’t mind being busy. Busy kept her focussed, kept her distracted, and moving forward. She worked best when she was multi-tasking, and there was plenty enough to do that there was no shortage of work that required her attention.<br><br>“Met my first krogan; that was… strange.” Was that even putting it politely? Her cheeks were still warm from the embarrassment, although that was a few hours ago. “The spectre is living up to be everything I was told spectres were. Luus was a breath of fresh air --although quite the flirt.” She shrugged her shoulders again, almost sympathetic. “The nerd inside me is giddy, enjoying every moment of this experience. But it’s also a little overwhelming. For everyone. Tempers are short. I don’t doubt there will be a fight that breaks out somewhere in the crew because of the various personalities among us. Cultures and tempers clashing and boiling over. Stress from the unknown and paranoia about infections and political strife.”<br><br>Sam tilted her head to the side, eye lifting and staring off into some unseen corner of the ceiling. “Then there are the alpha personalities who will be pounding their chests and pulling out their dicks for a measuring contest.” She tallied this on a finger, then added a second. “Plus, those who have not seen combat before or who have never undertook an assignment of this caliber. They’ll be frightened, they’ll have their minds focussed on the ‘what ifs’ and not their reports. Accidents will happen, tools will slip and we’ll get our fair share of small injuries.”<br><br>She blinked, then looked at Jackiro with an apologetic look. “Sorry. Do I draw a card?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 15:31:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express. Playing Pontoon, with a 14 (6C, 3H, 2C)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Jackiro took his time listening as she tried to explain the concept of the novelty that was Tarot, and it had him genuinely curious. It sounded like there was little to no scientific merit to this game, but that it had a certain cultural significance perhaps. Fortune Telling, at least in what little he'd read about the Oracles and Prophets of human society, were generalists. They made broad enough statements to facilitate multiple outcomes that could be seen as their prediction 'coming true.' Did Tarot work in the same way? It was essentially revisionist history, but the game sounded like a fun one to toy with. “Would gladly have reading from you, if interested in giving. Always like new experiences.”<br><br>He frowned at her story, sensing the tension in her tone and the reluctance in her choice of words. He wanted to needle her, but knew that doing so was only likely to have the opposite of the intended effect. “Shall not ask much; but am glad you were not one of the unlucky ones. Imagine a doctor having first hand experience with fungal infection proven invaluable thus far, if not traumatising for you. Am sorry you had to go through it.” He reached out a hand to pat her shoulder a couple of times, just to offer that mortal connection. <br><br>She talked about all of her experiences, and he couldn't disagree with her assessment. The last words on the subject in particular was poignant. “Will hopefully not be one to add to much to workload. Cannot promise though. Krogan and Salarian known to clash at times, and meeting with Krogan thus far was...unpleasant.” He drew his card, pulling the Two of spades and adding it to his hand. Fourteen was rough as a total. It was about a fifty-fifty as to whether the next card was going to leave him bust. <br><br>“You may draw third card now. When you pass, cannot draw again. Will showdown when both players have passed. Twenty-Two or above is dead hand.” He smiled at her, before his smile grew a little more devious. “Will look forward to being written up as Alpha personality. Obviously, my chest is built for pounding with fist.” He theatrically whacked his fist against his chest, as compactly Salarian as it was, and then he gave her a strange Salarian version of a wink, with his eye going up to close as opposed to down. “Opinions of Luus and Arcus were similar, will admit. Luus seemed surprisingly flirty even with me; seemed to think I 'had a taste' for him. Flattering, if not a little redundant when stood next to pretty Asari and Drell woman. Must respect his confidence. Arcus seemed straightforward, at least. Messages show he is perhaps a little on cloistered side, but not uncommon in Turian society. Military life either makes sexual relations very casual, or very clandestine. He seems to be latter.” He didn't mention his brief meeting with the Krogan who had threatened to crush a man's head in. His opinions of Drack were...unfortunately soured. He would act professionally while he led the mission, but his hopes were not high.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 20:54:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Cards and a vent. (Ac, 6s, 5s) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Samantha was grinning again, amused by Jackiro’s attempt at bravado, charmed by his interpretations of a wink. She hadn’t met many Salarians with a sense of humor; at least, no sense of humor she seemed to understand. This was quickly becoming a breath of much-needed fresh air. <em>Bad enough being on a ship.</em> She hated flying. “Luus seems rather open-minded for a turian, doesn’t he? And then there’s Arcus, who is very much a turian’s turian. I’m a little amazed at how they could be so different, but that would be hypocritical of me, wouldn’t it? We humans certainly don’t lack in diversity.”<br><br>She drew another card; an Ace of Clubs. If she was remembering the rules correctly, that could count as either an eleven or one. She almost lost the first hand but then dared herself to keep going further. Twelve wasn’t far from where she had started, after all.<br><br>Further talk about Arcus was… frustrating. He <em>frustrated</em> her. It was one thing working with others who had opposing opinions, but it was quite another when one clearly hated another species. Looking up at the friendly countenance of Jackiro, she wondered if this was anything similar to what he felt when dealing with Krogan. And in reverse? What did the Krogan on board feel about working with salarians? On a salarian ship, no less?<br><br>Samantha hummed to herself, shuffling her thoughts as absently as she began shuffling the cards in her hand. “He is intimidating,” she admitted, but it seemed that intimidation didn’t do much to deter her determination. They would have to work together, so she would make it work. Even if she wanted to smack the bastard upside the head with a medical tray. A few times. “I’m wondering how much of that has to do with him being a ‘spectre’. I admit that is still a rather new concept for me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 05:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Ee4412809723968bce30ab79065e28e7.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Cute Unicorn Onesie (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b4/35/b4/b435b45588a624a9c7edfac051a646f5.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Girl's Night!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue; Mary-Ann; Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Oooo...a projected movie sounds like <em>so</em> much fun.&nbsp; I wonder where the comfiest place to lay down and watch it would be...hm."&nbsp; Rolling the schematics of the ship through her mind, she glanced at Sam and then down to the blue bottle the doctor was indicating, beaming brightly as she grabbed it to set it on the bar beside the tequila.&nbsp; "Thanks, Sam!&nbsp; The night wouldn't be very fun if we poisoned the sexy quarian right after meeting her, and <em>before</em> we got to the prolific portion of the evening."&nbsp; Rue got a wink and a saucy grin, then she lifted the tequila to pour Mary-Ann the first shot.<br><br>Apparently deciding it was <em>her</em> duty to 'set up' all parts of said shot, she took Mary-Ann's hand and bent to run the flat of her tongue across her inner wrist before sprinkling on some of the salt and straightening.&nbsp; The lime she placed between her own teeth with the pulp side out, lips curling into a grin behind it.&nbsp; Leaning forward with her arms on the bar top, she waited patiently to see how Mary-Ann would react to the clear challenge in her blue and violet eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 14:21:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/c5/8d/99c58d6d22f1fc3a74d4249388a04192.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Mary-Ann Herder<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Hacker and Anti-Espionage Free Agent<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This Jacket (https://i.imgur.com/1duhr8h.jpeg) and plain black leggings.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Food Hall, sometime before the Reetix mission.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 19th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Ladies Night.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue, Jay, Sam&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Rue was, quite honestly, just too precious a being for this sort of space. She knew that the Kalanhai was an unusual posting, but it was still a military ship. The Quarian was supposedly wishing sickness and discomfort on herself to try and desperately grab a hold of some sort of friendship, or companionship. It would be almost sickeningly adorable if it didn't strike just a little close to home. Wouldn't it be just the most hypocritical thing in the world if she didn't acknowledge that her Email had been equally desperate a grab at something normal. “<strong>There's loads of comfy articles of clothing that I guess Quarians don't get to explore, huh? Pyjamas, Onesies, hoodies, Oversized shirts...</strong>” She smiled, too, as Sam took the lead in looking after the Quarian; offering her the best choice of healthy alcohol as well as a chance to join a raid on the pantry. <br><br>That just left Jay. Mary-Ann wasn't dense enough to not pick up the Asari's obvious vibes, but she wasn't exactly <em>against</em> it, either. Asari were basically hot as a racial standard, and Jay was made even more hot by her free-spirited nature. She was a great blue Ocean of a person to get lost in. “<strong>I think maybe you and everyone else have different ideas about what the 'Main-Event' is going to be. At least buy me dinner first.</strong>” She smirked, winking back in a slightly more confident display than she'd shown earlier.<br><br>...Which almost immediately faded as the Asari's tongue slid across her wrist. A soft murmer slipped from the Hacker's lips, a sort of approving-but-surprised mumble that had the woman squeezing her legs together to try and curtail any shakes before they started. She felt the pour of the salt, and saw Jay bite on the Lime-rind, and suddenly the grinning Asari was fully presenting herself, patiently challenging the woman with the confidence of someone who was winning no matter how this went down.<br><br>Mary-Ann took a moment, looking between Jay, then Sam and Rue, then back at Jay. She licked her lips for a moment, shaking her head before she pulled up onto a stool in front of Jay and wrapped her fingers around the shot glass. “<strong>Show off.</strong>” Was all she said, before she brought her wrist up to her face and let her tongue slip out and stroke a traced line along the salt that had stuck to her flesh from the brief trail of saliva that the Asari had left behind. Mary-Ann instantly squinted at the rush of salt, and suddenly pulled her head back as she downed the tequila shot; slamming it and feeling the burn. The last part was where the challenge was. Jay had made it impossible not to get her win, so Mary-Ann was going to play a little hard-to-get. She pounded the table with her first a couple of times, her eyes starting to water before she leaned into Jay's personal space. Her lips touched the lime first, and slid up it. They parted around the wedge, brushing against Jay's for...maybe a second? Then her teeth bit the tip of the exposed flesh and pulp, and she suckled on it desperate for the sour relief. All the while Mary-Ann's eyes, squinting slightly from the eye-watering taste of salt and tequila, stared into Jay's own; the Human's dull blues locking with the Asari's violet and sapphire kaleidoscopes...<br><br>...Before Mary-Ann pulled back, winching and whooping at the completed shot.<br><br>“<strong>Whooo~ I've not done that in yeeeeeears...</strong>” She said, looking at Sam and Rue with a sort of victorious swagger. All while her pinkie brushed against Jay's for a moment, letting the sparks dance between them - or at least the ones Jay gave off that were dancing all along her skin - while the Hostess played at her role. “<strong>Who's next? Who's next? I'm not the only one getting drunk.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 00:16:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express. Playing Pontoon, with a 22 (6S, 3H, 2C, 8C)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jackiro appreciated Samantha's candidness, and openminded nature. She was aware of her faults, and acknowledged potential hypocrisy when it stared her in the face...Something he had failed to do often enough in the past. “Every species diverse in some way or other; containing mutations, outliers... For every Luus, there is Arcus. For every Samantha, there is Sinclair...Second meeting with man, and have already seen genitals..." He shook his head briefly at the recollection, pretending to shiver. "Krogan may be mostly barbarous, but thinkers do exist; caretakers exist. Race would have chance if could unite around one strong, charismatic leader.” He was pondering what card to go for next, unsure if 14 was a winning hand. It was cowardly, and he the odds were about 50/50, so he drew another card.<br><br>...An Eight of Clubs. Unfortunate, but the joy of Pontoon was trying to keep a straight face. He simply added the card to his pile, and waited to see if she drew a card. If she went over 21 as well, it would at least be a draw.<br><br>“Not to harp on about Krogan though. Salarians victim of outdated thinking. Matrifocal society limits political evolution. Species also failing to outreach with other species. Turians paired with Volus, Hanar with Drell...Salarians still trying to act as if own entity. Failure to acknowledge weaknesses and adapt. Thinking that led to erroneous ascension of Krogan during Rachni Wars.” He sighed a little, realising he'd circled back to his own biases. He shook his head, not wanting to push his thought experiment onto an already exhausted doctor. <br><br>“Spectres are fascinating organisation. Arcus long line of operatives able to act as clandestine arm of Citadel's entire interest. Without fixation on protocol, can be more precise scalpel. Imagine the difficulty of this mission with red tape attached? Some jobs require outlier...require mutation. Spectres are useful mutation of peacekeeping force.” He hummed a little, personally quite fond of the Spectre initiative's ideas. His own personal biases aside, it was a very Salarian thing indeed, to seek efficacy as opposed to cautious oversight. “Your draw, by the way.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 06:31:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Also a 22 (Ac, 6s, 5s, Qs) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Samantha laughed with surprised amusement upon hearing the adventures Jackiro had with the crew so far. The name Sinclair wasn’t immediately familiar to her, but she knew that once she put a face to that name she would never forget it. Everyone needed a skill; her ability to recall patients and practice good bedside manners was one of the reasons she was such a good doctor. The fact that she wasn’t against turning into an alpha herself in order to get an ornery patient to <em>listen</em> and do as they were told was another skill she had.<br><br>There was a certain turian mercenary who had that first-hand experience only a few hours prior and was now under quarantine in her room until her fever passed. Samantha might have been small, but life taught her at a young age how to be big and bold when it counted.<br><br>She drew another card, speaking as she looked at it without really <em>looking</em> at it. “I understand the necessity of having Spectres around. The universe isn’t as safe of a place as the vids like to make people believe. Not everyone wants to live a structured, ordinary life. Or, rather what most ‘civilized’ places consider ordinary, anyway. The batarians for example. Their view on slavery places that cruelty on a pedestal, stating that it is an ‘integral part of their caste system’. They’ll go to great lengths obtaining individuals of great skill, then after the target is snatched up they submit them to torture, implanting mind-control chips without so much as an anesthetic.”<br><br>She gestured with her card as she spoke, eyes still focussed on that far-off place as her brows furrowed. She wasn’t under the impression that Jackiro was unaware of these occurrences, Samantha was only talking out loud. Trying to find some sense of reason for what baffled and disturbed her so much.<br><br>She was a romantic sap at heart, a woman who longed for universal peace. But life was hard, and the universe was a cold place. She knew that having such a naive outlook and <em>believing</em> that everything would just work itself out was only believing in a lie. There was a lot of good in the galaxy, but there was also cruelty to balance it out. The natural evolution of give and take.<br><br>She folded her fingers, forming a loose fist, and rested her chin on it. “You have to admire someone who is capable of seeing the worst and not crack from the pressure of it. I pity him.”<br><br>Not that she would ever say so to his face. Sam dropped the card a few seconds later, then followed the action by showing him the rest and offering a sheepish smile. “Twenty-two. Bust.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 15:54:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express. Playing Pontoon, with a 22 (6S, 3H, 2C, 8C)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Batarians are troubling species, but Citadel has accepted troubling species in past. Batarian, Krogans, even Quarian...each relatively uncontrolled elements, each with individual baggage. Unfortunate truth is that Citadel has yet to make constructive success on any race not on Council. Hanar remain ostracised, Drell dying of Keprel Syndrome, Quarins basically unknown quantity, and Batarians continuing antiquated systems. Hoping Humanity proves to be first major success.” He put his cards onto the table face down, his fingers folding briefly into a pyramid. “My prognosis? Do not try to pity Spectre. From brief meeting, come to believe Arcus needs companionship more than anything else: Friends; trustworthy colleagues; A mate, ideally, but that is hardly proper suggestion to him... Still surprised hasn't engaged in coupling at his age and status though. Believed his frills to be above average in length; was told that was attractive in Turian society.”<br><br>He shrugged a little, before reaching down to his cards. He lifted the card on the bottom and, with the corner, proceeded to flip all three of his facedown cards. “Also got 22. Tied round. Shall we deal again?” He reached over and scooped up her discarded cards, shuffling them into the pile with his own, ready to either deal out two more cards, or put them away if Sam wasn't interested in continuing the conversation. "Strikes me as lonely...More than anything. Spectres have lack of oversight, and ability to cross certain thresholds; Spectres also have to work alone, without colleagues or cohorts. Imagine it is tough for him to suddenly have to lead such large group, especially when they don't conform to military regimentation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 21:49:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> (hopefully) making friends<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann| Sam| Jay<br><br><br>The longer Rue sat absorbing her fellow crew mates demeanors, the more she could feel herself go on her own sort of rollercoaster of emotions; mostly pleasant though for every good there was the befuddling meld of slight confusion and panic. It was quite the educational experience even if the task at hand was more so for casual conversation and actions, pale eyes seemingly glittering at the thought of other varieties of clothing one could possess much like Jay's colorful attire much less the interesting articles Mary-Ann and Sam wore as well. "Mhm correct. Upon the Flotilla such other articles would prove useless, with the exception of the sterilized cabins for birthing and other health necessities. It is however quite amusing as I rather enjoy your comfortable attires...Jay's horse like robe highly eye catching." Rue chirped happily enough to explain her thoughts on the matter, feeling at ease to do so willingly and perhaps encouraging enough to have the curious question leave her lips. "If it would be acceptable would it possible in the future to find a market of some sort to acquire some for my own?" The quarian mused gently, uncertain as to when or even if such a down time during their stay upon the Kalanhai would actually permit such though but the thought would remain regardless.<br><br>With the engage of their night of drinking already working it's way to it's fateful pitch Rue found her surprise of Sam's knowledge quite heartwarming, finding the woman's forethought going hand in hand with her education within her field as clearly it showed with the suggestion of turian alcohol. Turian diets usually consisted of a vegan based ingredient list and was known to many a quarian often if the need arose, Rue feeling a tad sheepish to having not thought of the fact herself, more determined to not undermine her colleagues good times on account of her own limited needs. Offering a soft sigh Rue found herself following suit shyly, her form coming to rest lightly against the bar with her forearms resting against the lip to let the quarian cradle her small chin in her hands as she spoke. "It appears you are much more aware of quarian needs and takes than I Sam, thank you." Rue smiled sweetly, offering only the slightest tilt of her head as another amusing thought bubbled forth. "Have you too watched many a quarian educational holo-vid? I met a drell a few days ago who boasted of having done so himself." Admitting thoughtfully Rue easily parroted the information without a second thought, as surely there were many vids from the way it sounded.<br><br>Watching as Sam made herself comfortable perched on top of the bar Rue's attention was briefly taken by the overt display to their direct left, Jay's previous taunt of not poisoning qurarians so soon after meeting already having had it's effect of sending another plume of lavender to dust her cheeks; but that paled in comparison to watching the saucy act between the asari and the equally fiery blonde in command. The ease of Jay's natural feline like nature was put on full display to offer coyly the lime in which Mary-Ann was supposed to suck, at least Rue was certain that was it, between the plump of her lips, the smolder of eyes connected in such a silent but beckoning way to Mary-Ann. It was enough to send a small shiver down Rue's spine and she wasn't even on the receiving end of such! Flustering further the quarian found herself leaning higher on her tip toes, nearly at Sam's shoulder as she cooed softly in the human's ear." Is this how one does shots normally?" Rue mused curiously, the ritual highly sensual it was difficult to imagine her so doing such in such a provocative way, at least not nearly as masterful as Mary-Ann had done so.<br><br>The mention of snacks however allowed the sweltering heat of Rue's blush to die down some with the thought of seeking such, if only to escape the saucy show for a moment to gather herself, a soft nod given as she giggled. "Of course Sam I will assist you if you would like, unless you would like a turn with the erm..shot."Not wanting Sam to miss her chance, Rue was content enough to wait until acceptable.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 20:17:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Also a 22 (Ac, 6s, 5s, Qs) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Samantha hummed in acknowledgment, all while waving her hand gracefully to indicate that he could deal for them again. Having an in-depth conversation mixed with a casual game of cards was… just what she needed. Jackiro was easy to talk to -perhaps due to her experience with working with Salarians in the past- and his insight was proving to be illuminating. A lot of what he said had been staring her right in the face, she just had her own baggage that fogged up her point of view. She didn’t hate turians, she didn’t hold any bias toward them --until they intimidated her. Then it was flashbacks to Shanxi all over again, a bloody affair that left her dreams haunted and her life just a little more empty. She could rationalize through it well enough, but after seventeen years she would have assumed that she would have gotten over it.<br><br>Apparently not. Apparently, she had deeper scars than she wanted to admit to. Maybe, despite her good intention, she was looking for an outlet?<br><br>Her nails drummed idly against the table as she considered what Jacki said. “You’re not wrong.” Her smile was back then, once again sheepish and a little shy even as she lifted her eyes up to meet with his. “Hard enough jumping immediately from one job into another without a break. And now he’s surrounded by people who haven’t had any military training. At least with most of us. The diversity here fascinates me, but throw all of these cultures into a pot and expecting them to melt in unison, without difficulty, isn’t the reality of it. But that just circles right back to where we began with this conversation, doesn’t it?"<br><br>Sam stretched out her legs and readjusted in her seat. She felt like she was truly unwinding now. Finally. “Tell me a little about yourself, Jacki. What brought you here? Although I imagine you've answered that question a million times by now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 10:38:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Ee4412809723968bce30ab79065e28e7.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Cute Unicorn Onesie (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b4/35/b4/b435b45588a624a9c7edfac051a646f5.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Girl's Night!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue; Mary-Ann; Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay watched with brazen amusement as the pretty blond slid up in front of her, waiting to see if she lost her nerve, or met the challenge with the same boldness and courage that it had taken to send out her email.&nbsp; A brow ridge cocked as the petit hacker pounded the bar, then she purred with delight when blue eyes met her own and the other woman leaned in.&nbsp; A glint of respect and interest sparkled in prismatic depths as their lips brushed briefly, and she giggled when Mary-Ann broke away, dropping the rind from her mouth to her palm before tossing it into the wastebasket.<br><br>"I like you, Mary-Ann...you've got spunk."&nbsp; There was a moment as she glanced down and her pinky grazed the paler one in return, lips curling as she muttered under her breath to herself.&nbsp; "And...if you don't, I can always lend you some of mine."&nbsp; Clearing her throat, she perked up and turned her bright gaze on Sam, grinning broadly as she picked up the bottle of tequila and waggled it side to side.&nbsp; "C'mon, doc!&nbsp; Hey, if you want, we can let Rue set up your shot for you!&nbsp; Yeah, that way everyone gets to have a little fun.&nbsp; I did Mary-Ann, so that means Rue does you, then Mary-Ann does Rue and you can do me!"&nbsp; Her grin was pure devilment as she laid out the intricate plan that, essentially, meant that all of them would be licking and kissing one another before the night had barely begun.<br><br>"But...if you guys want, we can stop for a minute and raid the pantry for snacks.&nbsp; Do you think they have those little crackers with the funny theme song?&nbsp; Uhm...'If you're blue and you don't know where to tofu, Why don't you go wafer it?&nbsp; Put it on a Ritz!'&nbsp; You know that one?&nbsp; I was very surprised to learn that your people anticipated the asari before you even knew we existed, but perhaps there was some strange prophecy or something.&nbsp; Or an artifact that found its way to your planet somehow."&nbsp; Humming the 'theme song', she glanced between the three of them, waiting to see if there would be more sexy girl-on-girl action or snacks with equal excitement for either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 00:47:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express. Playing Pontoon, with a 14 or 4 (AoC, 3oH ) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Dealing the cards out, Jackiro looked at his own cards and smiled. They were a decent and rather safe start. Statistics would let him have options, which was always nice. It was an easy draw, and he would do so soon enough. Samantha posited her own thoughts on Arcus and the crew, which ultimately circled back to his. Truth be told, it was still a strange spot for him. He wasn't keen on the mix of races and personality types, but it would certainly keep the most options open. This wasn't a simple smash and grab, after all. This was a complex infiltration and exfiltration from Ultimately hostile territory. Things here were...complicated.<br><br>“Cannot say my story is particularly interesting. Serving as STG operative currently. Nearing point of retirement from active duty, likely be promoted to Captain soon, if things go to plan. Wouldn't mind that, but recently had...culture shock.” It was hard to explain what had happened to him, so instead he made sure to deal her two cards and pushed the deck in her direction, letting her draw and potentially deal a couple of games out now. “...Human culture, literature mostly. Fascinating stuff, like your poetry. Realised flaws in Salarian society. Realised flaw in own thinking. Started to wonder...What would my 'legacy' be? Want to be remembered.” He breathed in, letting a rush of air clear his thoughts as he tried to externalise the internal. “Poet from Earth says – and am paraphrasing - 'Every man dies two deaths; Once when his heart beats for last time, once when name spoken for last time.' Salarian society is...broken, fundamentally. Advanced metabolism encourages quick turnover of lives and generation. Fertility cycle encourages distance from family unit, and gender dimorphism. Female rule political landscape, control breeding rites mechanically – like business. Wonder what Salarian culture would be like if more...romantic. Could not tell you name of own grandfather. Is sad reality. Could anyone? What about generation before that? Generation before that, even? Only Sixty, ninety years maybe...and already gone from collective memory. Branch on esoteric family tree.” He sighed again, his chest heaving for a moment in contemplation. He wasn't sure if this was proper etiquette for card game chatter, but she <em>had</em> asked. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>“Want to know what brought me here? In talks with Council. Possibility of Spectre promotion if work goes well here. Would be nice way to have lasting legacy. Could do important work, make hard choices. Save many lives.” He smiled a little, tapping the table to indicate he was ready to receive a card. “What about you? Human Doctor standing at forefront of field. Know many Salarian who would be very jealous.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 04:14:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Without the fun glasses. (https://imgur.com/Z7GN3XP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> First chance to breathe<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann | Jay | Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>“Oh,” Sam blinked with bashful modesty, fighting against the urge to rub the back of her neck and dig her toe into the ground. The way Rue put it was flattering and sweet, making it feel far more than the ‘practical’ point of view that inspired Samantha to adjust her knowledge and info-dump on her brain. She flashed a lopsided smile to the quarian. “That’s sweet of you to say. My specialty is xenobiology. The discovery of other life in our galaxy sort of… pushed and expanded our knowledge of science and medicine.” While most people, especially after Shanxi, looked to improve defense and weapon capabilities, others, such as herself, had turned her focus elsewhere. To medicine. To chasing that impossible dream of making the universe a safer place. “I was part of the team who adapted our medi-gel formulas to work with other species. There were many years spent with various crash-course studies. I didn’t want to specialize in a single one so… I tucked everyone under my umbrella.”<br><br>Quarians fascinated her, although she had never met one in person until now. She found their culture fascinating, even if previous inquiries about their people were met with condescending remarks from the council races who felt no hesitation in sharing their opinions. It was a shame, really.<br><br>“I’m here to make sure everyone stays safe and healthy. Sometimes I can’t switch it off.”<br><br>Correction: she can’t ever seem to switch it off.<br><br>“But don’t worry, I won’t take the fun out of this evening. Regret can happen tomorrow with our hangovers and early morning.”<br><br>And as if on cue, the spunky and never-dull asari had her say, suggesting that Rue goes next. Having no issue with it herself, Samantha grinned wide and lifted the bottle of turian alcohol by the neck, wiggling it towards the quarian. “You up for turning a little more, my dear? I only bite back when asked, but since this is your first time I can be gentle and walk you through it step by step.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 05:11:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Conversation and cards (4s , 10d, 8d) Another 22.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Samantha slid her cards toward her, checking on the faces she had been dealt and felt better about her chances on this round. Maybe that was only because she was slightly closer to the goal on this hand, and a little optimism never hurt anybody. Fourteen was better than twelve… and twenty-two.<br><br>The woman’s surprise showed, hearing him quote earth poetry was unexpected but comforting. It also added validation to those who were remembered for their contributions. “Ernest Hemmingway.” Saying his name out loud only proved Jacki’s point, one that Samantha herself felt she understood. She didn’t believe in heaven or hell, just the natural cycle of life, death, and rebirth in the form of carbon and energy. But the romantic notion of being remembered for all time couldn’t be ignored. Maybe that had to do, in part, with her own dreams of being in love and maybe one day getting married? She also wanted to be remembered, even for a little while. The galaxy was a large expanse of cold violence, she liked the idea of being an echo of positive influence.<br><br>“Your point of view regarding the spectres brings a little more context to the forefront, but I don’t mean that as a negative. Congratulations on catching the council’s notice, that is quite impressive.” And she meant that, too. As he tapped the table, Sam slid the salarian another card without lifting it from the deck. For a moment, she only nodded to his question regarding her own involvement. Or rather, what brought her here.<br><br>That was a long story. It wasn’t one she spoke of often, and now that there was the opportunity she wasn’t certain if she knew how to summarize it into words. He already knew the <em>why</em>, Samantha was the best doctor for the job and seemed to be immune to the virus because of her shoddy biotic capabilities. She had the advantage. She had the knowledge…<br><br>“I was on Shanxi,” she began, even though she had every intention to keep it short and to only highlight what would be important. No need to bore her newfound friend. “Met my first turian when I was twelve by staring up the barrel of their rifle. Kept us as P.O.W’s until the Citadel stepped in and put a stop to the war. I spent most of my time treating the injured -humans and turians- and learned that my father died in the war. He was part of the Second Fleet.” Sam reached over to the deck of cards and drew one for herself.<br><br>Eight of diamonds; another bust. She kept her face straight and placed it with the other two. “When my mother couldn’t take it, I was left on my own. But medicine is in my blood, and I wanted to learn about the things that initially frightened me. Turns out I had a knack for xenostudies, I couldn’t get my hands on enough information, I was absorbing too fast. So, I reached out to old connections of my father’s --he was a good man, and he had good friends. They helped me get connected through their military channels. Never joined the service myself -I don’t take well to ego and orders, and I hate to fly. Well, those got me connected with some asari who were offering study abroad programs. Part of the council’s attempts to extend an olive branch, I think. Whatever the reason, they were fascinating and just what I wanted. I caught notice to the right people, and they in turn gave me further opportunities. The Sirta foundation sponsored me after my contributions with adjusting medi-gel to xeno-biology… and everything eventually led me to the Citadel.”<br><br>And that was that. There was no family to report back to, with the exception of the extended family who was just as busy as she was, and her career allowed her certain comforts and freedoms that she certainly didn’t take advantage of. Previous experience with violence, a long history with medicine, and early accomplishments made her a shoo-in.<br><br>Then she smiled, blushing slightly as that sheepishness returned. “I also implied that if Council didn’t let me come, I was going to create a scene. I already created a stink just to get this group assembled as quickly as it was.”<br><br>So if it all went to hell, well… then it was her fault.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 01:03:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express. Playing Pontoon, with a 16 or 6 (AoC, 3oH, 2oC ) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jacki couldn't stop himself from smiling at Samantha's kind words. It was good to be recognised, especially with his newfound desire to be remembered. There weren't many ways for a Salarian to be remembered beyond the extraordinary achievements one could make: Inventors of something timeless, Military heroes who did the impossible, and revolutionaries who changed the collective thinking of the species. He had not invented something ground-breaking, so that was out of the question now. He wasn't planning some revolution, despite speaking down to the idea of the Dalatresses, and the Matriarchs of Salarian culture, which only left military heroism for his path to eternity. “Is honour, but will have to prove worthy of it first. Hoping for smooth mission with Arcus; first of many before possibly promoted, I suspect.”<br><br>Listening to her story about Shanxi was enlightening, and made him understand what she meant about her own prejudices. The fact that she worked so well opposite a Turian at all was a testament to her mental fortitude. “Impressive resumé you have, Doctor. Glad to have you on board.” He looked at the card she'd thrown him; the 2 of clubs. He waited for her to draw her own and she did; keeping a frustratingly placid face. She wasn't an amateur, which brought a smile to his face that perhaps might have looked like a tell. “Sounds like you have that ever-admirable Human quality of adaptability. Even Asari struggle to adapt as Humans do, and only do so well with gift of time. Envious, I will admit.” He tapped the table for another card, waiting for her to deal to him and then potentially to herself. Her mentioning of her threat to the Council had him openly laughing. <br><br>“Also possess human trait of being stubborn, I see. Delightful that you got bureaucracy to move quickly. Might be sole reason we save many lives later on. Should take pride in that.” He adjusted his position in his seat, sipping the now-luke-warm coffee and stretching a little. He rolled his shoulders and felt the satisfying pop of a cracking joint. "Believe it is your question to ask, but am curious. Do you have hobby? Have admitted to my fascination of literature, and am admirable inventor if motivation strikes. What about Miss Adams? Assume it is Miss Adams, cannot see wedding band." He said, smiling in an absent way as he thought to <em>another</em> Xenobiologist he knew. That one had a passion for singing, but truth be told they didn't always see eye-to-eye. Jackiro was set in his ways, and that particular Xenobiologist was set in his own as well. Two such personalities often brought about...tension. Thankfully, alcohol and changed subjects tended to stop things going to blows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 06:03:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> 1 for 1 isn’t too bad.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It may quickly become clear to the salarian that Samantha, as confident and self-assured as she was, didn’t know how to take compliments. She shuffled where she sat; as if adjusting to his kind words and not entirely sure how to hold onto them. It was one thing to be confident and aware of her skills, but praise made her squirm and feel more timid than usual. She cleared her throat, licked her lips, chewed on the lower, and tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound cheesy or egotistical. Was ‘thank you’ the right direction? “Oh... no no, it’s nothing.” Samantha hated that she waved her hand in the air as if it might disperse the praise, and hurriedly relocated it, dealing Jackiro the fourth card.<br><br>“I’m abstaining.” She placed all three of her cards face-side down, flat to the table while Jacki assessed his hand.<br><br>Since the segway was opening a change of topic, she stole it. “You’re correct; I’ve never married.” Her mother was probably rolling over in her grave, now that she said the words out loud. But that didn’t bother her; she wasn’t in any rush, and her career kept her plenty busy. “And unfortunately, Jackiro, I’m quite boring. Most of my time is spent working, or researching, or a variation of either one of those things.” She shrugged her shoulders with casual acceptance. She didn’t add that these were things she wanted to change about herself. That it took losing so many friends to see that there was more to life than just work. The only reason she wasn’t dead was her pathetic biotic abilities, and that knowledge haunted her. Maybe that was why she chose to rush right into this mission; given too much time to process and thing, she’d likely have a breakdown. Now they couldn’t afford to waste the time.<br><br>“But I do yoga, I run when I have the space for it, and sometimes I’ll pop into R&amp;D just to listen to some of the scientists there argue and debate. It’s few and far between.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 06:24:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LdtbnxL.jpg)</div><br>As Drack listed off one observation after another, Kandok grunted in agreement and nodded his head, sipping more slowly than the other krogan had. He preferred drinking right out of the bottle instead of from a glass, but Ness had scolded him enough times that he had fallen into the habit of sipping. At least that way the burn lasted longer, and the krogan actually enjoyed the way the aromatics shifted on the back of his tongue whenever he spoke.<br><br>“Neat trick; add some water. Changes the flavor profile, really enhances that peat.” With a dainty touch, his ham hock of a hand carefully lifted his glass to his lips, slurping loudly so as if to mix in some more air molecules with his drink. Not nearly as satisfying as guzzling… and it didn’t hit anywhere near as hard as Ryncol. But… at least it lasted longer. And sometimes he liked to toss the entire glass into his mouth and suck on it like a sweet.<br><br>“Ness thinks she’s the queen of the universe. That damn asari has an ego that would make a thresher maw quake in their hide.” He stopped then, cautiously looking around to make sure saying such things out loud wouldn’t be overheard by the same asari in question. She was still mad at him about last week -he couldn’t remember what it was, but that sweet blue ass was all too happy to remind him of her rage if he so much as asked. He was hoping that ignoring it would make it go away, even if the both of them still have several centuries of life ahead of them. If Ness didn’t kill him, first.&nbsp; “She’s talkin’ about babies now. It’s making her go <em>crazy</em>. Told her she’s too young to be thinkin’ about settling down and having a family. So she shot me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 12:02:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> ...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&amp;auto=format%2Ccompress&amp;cs=tinysrgb&amp;w=1000&amp;h=1400&amp;fit=crop&amp;dpr=2&amp;s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Refuelling the Midnight Express. Playing Pontoon, with a 15 (AoC, 3oH, 2oC, 9oS ) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Samantha | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Whether he believed her not was hard to read. The bluff of her cards, her familiar self-depricating dismissal of her being supposedly 'boring', or her dismissal of her own resolve likely leading to the saving of human – and potentially other species – life. “You do self discredit. Is also not very sporting to steal other person's line; thought <em>I</em> was the boring one?” He chuckled again, scooping up the dealt card. The Nine of Spades was a...complicated draw. It pushed him up to 15, which meant he had an even less enviable position than last round – and no backup in the form of the ace. He was trying to examine the woman opposite him. Was she bluffing? Was her previous 22 a sign of bad luck, and this was another sign of that? Was she sitting on a lower triple? He quickly did the math in his head; If he was looking for a 21 or lower, he needed a 6 or below. He already had an Ace, and a pair of lower cards, which knocked his chances out even lower still.<br><br>“Believe I will call as well. Secretly am using this as opportunity to see how good humans are at quick computation and bluffing. Odds stacked against me with this hand, but might have gotten lucky. Don't tell others who join poker game. Hoping to fleece Luus.” He flipped over his four cards, revealing the Ace, the three, the two, and finally the recently pulled Nine. Fifteen wasn't anything to write home about, but it wasn't a bust.<br><br>“Have never tried Yoga. Spirituality seems more Turian than Human, while focus on flexibility seems subtly more Asari. Involves far too much sitting still for Salarian I fear.” He chuckled, waiting for her to flip the cards and indicating he was ready for a third hand – or as many as she wanted to deal before she was ready to go to sleep. He had coffee, and an interesting distraction; that was more than enough to stave off tiredness for him. “Still, two-out-of-three Council Races ticked off is not bad. Maybe could teach classes? Could make you Extranet sensation, as well as leading human expert in Xenobiology.” He shrugged, imagining that some of the members of the crew might attend for the theatricals of it alone; Luus and Esori coming to mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 01:52:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> 1 for 1 isn’t too bad.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Closed<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Raucous, joyous laughter. It bubbled free before she could hope to stop it, absolutely delighted by the bold honesty of the salarian. He was mischievous and sharp, qualities that may not come as a surprise to anyone else, but out of all of the salarians Samantha has ever met, Jackiro was certainly the most entertaining. The fact that he planned to try and get a leg up over the flirtatious turian amused her to no end. There was no way she was going to miss out on that evening, even if all she ended up doing was sitting off to the side to listen to their banter. “Your secret is safe with me, Jackiro. I’ll let everyone else know that you’re a fiend with cards on their own.”<br><br>Then, as he exposed the grand sum of his hand, Samantha rested her chin in the palm of her hand and casually flipped hers over to expose what she drew; Four of spades, Ten of diamonds, and an Eight of Diamonds. “Twenty-two. Yet another bust. Looks like if I settled with my fourteen earlier it would have been a loss either way.”<br><br>She wasn’t bothered with losing, and happily returned her cards to the deck without so much as a wilting smile. “This was fun, Jackiro, thank you for the distraction. Let’s do this again sometime when it’s not an obscene hour. It’ll be fun to see how straight you play once you’ve had a few drinks warming that gullet.” With a reluctant sigh, but admittedly feeling much better and more relaxed, Sam regrettably rose to her feet with a pop of her neck and a glorious stretch of her limbs. “I better be off and get some sleep. Don’t be a stranger, Jacki.” And with a friendly wave of goodbye, the doctor scooted in her chair, and proceeded to leave the commons in search of her bunk.<br><br><br><div align="center"> ***&nbsp; &nbsp;End Scene&nbsp; &nbsp;***</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 22:40:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Reunion<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kandok<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Peat, is that what that is?&nbsp; Humans burned peat to make this?”<br>Looking down at his glass, Drack tried to fathom what could convince someone to take a look at peat and decide it should be used for making alcohol.&nbsp; Then he remembered what it took to make ryncol and shrugged.&nbsp; Well, it turned out whoever first made scotch knew what they were doing.&nbsp; It was almost inspirational, and the krogan wondered what else could be made into alcohol.&nbsp; Maybe one day, when he was too old to go out on jobs, he'd start his own distillery and experiment.&nbsp; Any further musings on the future were interrupted by Kandok's obnoxious slurping.&nbsp; It was so loud and sounded rather obnoxious, he wanted to punch the other krogan out and take his drink.&nbsp; On the other hand, maybe he knew something that Drack didn't.&nbsp; Delicately holding his glass, the old krogan sipped at his drink more noisily than he would have, though not as loud as Kandok, and was pleasantly surprised by the way the aroma opened up.&nbsp; Maybe he wouldn't hit Kandok after all.<br><br>Drack snorted when he saw the other krogan look around nervously, “She might not be the queen of the universe, but she's definitely the queen of yours by the looks of it.”<br>It didn't take a genius to realize that anyone who was willing to stay married to Kandok was someone who was capable of keeping him in line.&nbsp; Someone with a weak will wouldn't last long and Kandok didn't look like the type who liked submissive women.&nbsp; He couldn't imagine just how often their living quarters needed to be repaired.<br>“Wait, she wants babies and you told her she was too young?” he asked incredulously before bursting into uproarious laughter.&nbsp; Other people were looking at his direction as he pounded the table with a large hand, rattling their glasses and the bottle of scotch.<br>“No wonder she shot at you.&nbsp; If Ness is thinking about having babies, that means she's moved on to the matron stage.&nbsp; That puts her at a few centuries old at least, which is well past when krogan normally start breeding.”<br><br>He swirled the scotch in his glass, letting it aerate that way instead, “Don't sling pyjak shit at me and tell me it's ammo, what's really going on here?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>26-03-2021, 02:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> (hopefully) making friends| Shots shots shots<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann| Sam| Jay<br><br>"I only speak the truth not only on my behalf but I am quite certain for all that are aboard currently, there is too few of many whom specialize in wanting to assure the well being of so many species aside from their own. It is a noble cause Sam and for that I do believe it does meet the requirements for celebratory 'shots'." Rue would nod happily enough, taking note of the human's bashful appearance which seemed to wilt with heat but in no means an awful way. In fact it only made her all the more endearing to the quarian, a soft hand resting on Sam's forearm with a kind touch before offering a giggle. "This switch you speak of certainly does not need to be switched 'off' as you say, in troubling times such as these such care for one another truly is the bright light of hope in which all can take solace within. So I am grateful for your friendship Sam," The lavender hue flustered briefly across Rue's features in thought, opaque pools briefly flickering about before cooing sweetly. "For all of your friendships of course, this is...fun." She'd correct herself despite the small bubble of uncertainty that came in diving into a venture that was fairly new to herself, but with guides like Mary-Ann, Sam and of course the oh so confident sultry Jay, it was becoming a tad easier.<br><br>Well maybe not easier...<br><br>Jay's enthusiastic suggestion of taking turns as it was easily brought a fire to smolder across Rue's features all the brighter, bright pearls flickering back towards Sam and the wiggle of the bottle that had yet to be broken into. "O-Oh um...we can do so if you wish." She'd shyly relay with only the lightest of trembles across her lower pout, the soft catch of dentin nipping the fulsome flesh as she took a soft breath. The thought of biting from the pixie like human did conjure an image that was, for a moment, a tad more violent in nature than what was probably intended; but of course Sam did not mean to inflict actual pain with the comment, at least Rue hoped. Staring down to the small shot glass and assortment of their assembly line the quarian took the forwardness of what she suspected was to be done to take the offered tequila and pour a healthy amount, two slender prongs cradling the glass before settling on a space in which was made available by Sam's wardrobe that seemed well enough to be in the direction the gaggle of females were pointing towards.<br><br>"Do let me know if this is not proper procedure, I would quite welcome any instruction if not." Rue cooed sweetly while leaning closer to the doctor, the shift of her hand delivering the shot to come to rest within the valley of available flesh of Sam's cleavage as the quarian swallowed. The odd attire made finding areas in which to conduct proper 'shots' seem plausible, Rue having been certain at one point of having heard of body shots so certainly the soft pillows would be a wise one; at least Rue hoped she was catching on. Staring at her handy work Rue could feel the blush intensify all the more with her own forwardness, for a moment frozen with the lapse of what the next step of this ritual was, although taking a page from Jay and Mary-Ann's own handiwork finally fell in step after a moment. Taking up Sam's free hand Rue flustered with the dainty hand brought to her lips, slowly parting the petals to allow the glide of her tongue to brush across the web of the doctor's thumb and pointer finger before she lifted her eyes to meet Sam's shyly.<br><br>"Like this?" She'd blink inquisitively, applying a liberal amount of salt to the wet flesh before the quarian awaited for the offer of the lime from Sam.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2021, 04:38:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/u4dc5De.gif)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December 2174 CE, evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical ward<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> It wasn’t the best day ever...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Urgency filled the air, and with it came the constant buzz of activity. Able bodies shuffled from one corner of the room to the other in a complicated dance of step and turn, avoiding delicate instruments and bloodied gear. One of the med techs was using a specialized laser to cut through the krogan’s armor, while another pried the freed pieces off so that they might be stacked upon a useful cart. The precision cuts were in excellent hands, but the job was made all the easier when their patient remained unconscious.<br><br>Beeps and calls for supplies filled Sam’s ears, and despite the fact that she was on one of the occupants stretched out across the operating tables within the room, she felt the calmness of being surrounded by the familiar. She spent enough time going through inventory and wandering the ship in his early stages to know that there were no harvesters hiding within the closets and storage rooms. No explosive bugs were tucked away in the cabinets or the bed.<br><br>“Kandok’s report.” Calbix handed the data over to Sam, who stubbornly propped herself up onto one elbow so she could watch the room work. She had faith in her team and knew that micromanaging would only hinder them, but the distraction helped keep her mind off of the building aches and pains. She would let them do the work, answer any questions that were asked, but at least the reports would keep her updated with everything going on.<br><br>She flicked through the screen, pale blue eyes scanning over the details with professional detachment. She didn’t want to think about seeing the krogan being plucked off of the ground like a piece of straw. Of the way he pinwheeled, boneless, through the air. Or of that eerie slide that took over his body once the ground opened up beneath them and swallowed them both.<br><br>“He’s lucky he didn’t smash his skull,” She said, mostly to herself, and then passed the report over to Calbix who switched data pads for a new one. This one belonged to Arcus. The turian was already being hooked up to various machines, one of which was pumping nanites into his bloodstream to assist with the internal organ damage. His report was equally troubling.<br><br>Sam winced, then felt the air hiss through her teeth as her leg spasmed with pain. The muscles were starting to rebel, no longer dosed up on adrenaline and medi gel. “When Viella gets in send her right to me.” Calbix nodded, hesitated, then went back to work without another word.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>27-03-2021, 09:38:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical Ward<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Answering the call.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Samantha Adams<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It wasn't long between the intercom summons and Viella's arrival. In the meantime she'd had plenty of space and opportunity to message her second command about Drax and the mission, and to order another of her security team to investigate what gear Coaf brought to surface and its traceability. Whatever the outcome, the Bloodpack would have eyes open from here on. <br><br>It was not a surprise to see Arcus out of commission, but she would be a liar to say that he didn't look worse off than she could have expected. And even worse was the krogan, Kandok. To think that that could have been her brother, crushed and battered despite all his toughness. She gave a nod to Calbix as he offered to lead her to Adams, and she followed suit, her stride the only serene appearance in the ward.<br><br>"Dr. Adams," she greeted as she came upon the woman, noting her ruined leg and numerous lacerations. She gave a nod of thanks to Calbix for the escort, then returned her gaze to the woman in question. "I will pray to the Goddess for your swift recoveries." Then came a quiet, contemplative pause, her eyes briefly closing and head briefly tipping. <br><br>But as soon as it came, it vanished, and she added. "I expect it is time, then?" She had hoped that this time would not come, given all that it meant. But hope was a thing easily withered by reality. Such was its beauty and its tragedy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>28-03-2021, 00:21:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/u4dc5De.gif)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December 2174 CE, evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical ward<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> In fact, it was a shit day. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Viella made Samantha think of hurricanes, of beautiful and destructive storms that both fascinated the human woman and absolutely terrified her at the same time. It was as if the asari was the embodiment of mother nature herself, and the moment she entered the room Sam imagined her ears popping as the temperature dropped.<br><br>Alright, so maybe the ear-popping and the sudden chill had more to do with her pain-response than the asari’s presence, but Samantha was treading water and twisting into herself with a nauseating mix of guilt and worry for her team. Guilt, because she hadn’t been able to do more for them in their time of need. Worry, because the doctor <em>always</em> worried for the souls who found their way onto the operating table. It was her own damn leg that prevented her from rushing over toward the operating table and taking control of the scene. <em>Calbix has this.</em><br><br>She just wished he didn’t have to.<br><br>“Viella.” Sam pushed her torso upright, keeping the grimace to a minimum, even if that simple movement caused sweat to bead across her forehead. She was short of breath, pale, but swallowed down any semblance of a complaint. “I’m sorry for the suddenness of this institution, but I think the reason behind it is obvious enough.” Sitting upright, and mostly certain she wasn’t going to embarrass herself by falling over, Samantha moved her trembling fingers across her omni-tool. It was a struggle to open the proper folders and to input her codes and bypass the security on her device, but she was very good at showing patience when it counted.<br><br>“The council informed me that, should anything happen to Arcus, I was to authorize our second spectre hiding in the wings to take over the proceedings. I hope you can forgive me for not being formal about any of this, but Arcus is fighting against the odds and I’m in no position to take over any role of leadership.” She winced, and then grunted as her leg spasmed. One of the med-techs rushed over and began to get to work. Sam’s leg was so much raw meat and exposed tendon that she had a hard time recognizing it as her own. She could feel everything, applied pressure where the tech needed it to help them accomplish their task, but it was never easy to accept that <em>your body</em> could be reduced to ground beef. She concentrated on the chemical burns instead, which somehow was easier to stomach.<br><br>“I’ll have a full report of our research for you later this evening, but if there is anything else I can do let me know. Looks like you're the boss, right now.”<br><br>It wasn’t as if they were springing a trap, Viella had been aware from the beginning that this was a possibility. But she didn’t doubt the spectre -an ex-justicar, even- might have questions about the current status of their mission. Or… at least Sam had hoped there might be at least one, if only because she was desperate for a distraction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>28-03-2021, 22:14:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical Ward<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Answering the call.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Samantha Adams<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The promotion, as it were, did not bring a smile to the asari's face. In fact it took effort not to frown. For much of her life, she'd been a solo act, getting the job done by her own means, however difficult that may have been. Here her accepted command over security was a small issue compared to the mission at large, and simplicity itself given the sole purpose of the force under her purview. To lead others in more than combat and protection would be an unfamiliar thing. Alien. <br><br>But asari had always been good at adapting to the alien.<br><br>"I will make the announcement later tonight, once everyone's settled enough to begin fretting over who's in charge now. And I will be looking forward to your report, Doctor." With a nod, she was ready to leave. She only refrained upon seeing the look in the good doctor's eyes. Beyond physical pain there was a frustrated loss, the reaction of being forced into impotence, of injured pride and ability alongside that of the body.<br><br>&nbsp;"For my own preemptive edification, where is our next destination? And do you have an idea of what Bloodpack may have been doing there? My second will be keeping me up to date on the interrogation but I want your opinion, if you've formed one so far."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>30-03-2021, 20:15:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Late Night Munchies<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay | Arcus (M)| Kandok (M)| Luus (M) | Sink (M) | Viella (M)<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>It was late into the evening, and the only light illuminating the galley came from within the kitchen, spilling out of the service window.&nbsp; Inside was not the surly drell of a cook that was normally present but Drack, the krogan a picture of concentration as he whisked at the contents of a metal bowl sitting over a steaming pot of water, the kitchen utensil comically small in his large hand.&nbsp; He had developed a hankering for a late-night snack and rather than going through the hassle of bothering the drell only to be rudely rejected in the end, he had forgoed asking for permission and went to take care of it himself.&nbsp; The kitchen was well-stocked with ingredients and equipment, he had been able to find everything he was looking for once he figured out what some of the human ingredients were equivalent to, and started cooking once he had everything prepped.&nbsp; While he was a brute, he hated messy or disorganized workstations, so his ingredients and utensils were all neatly arranged for good workflow.<br>&nbsp;<br>Today had been a day.&nbsp; Klixen and harvesters, they made for good fighting if you were prepared but unfortunately, they hadn’t been.&nbsp; Out of the twelve that had gone down to the moon, Coaf was dead, Arcus and Kandok were on death’s door, Sam had a broken leg and Luus and Sink were injured.&nbsp; That meant a third of their team in casualties and only around half coming back relatively unharmed.&nbsp; Didn’t take a genius to know those weren’t good numbers, not good numbers at all.&nbsp; It might not be as bad if Arcus and Kandok managed to pull through in the end, but if they didn’t, it wouldn't be all that surprising if the mood turned dark and somber on the Kalanhai.&nbsp; Either the information they had managed to retrieve needed to be so good most people could believe the losses were worth it, or they needed the following mission to be a rousing success in order to turn things around.<br>&nbsp;<br>On the other hand, Viella was on board, so hey, that vastly improved the day for him.&nbsp; It was a shame he hadn’t found out sooner, and he still hadn’t had a chance to sit down with her yet, but they’d have more than enough opportunities pretty soon.&nbsp; He hadn’t been able to meet with his sister as often as he liked once she had stopped being a justicar but it was definitely a lot more often than during the centuries she spent as one.&nbsp; That was a shitty time.&nbsp; Well, she was doing what she wanted, so good on her, it just wasn’t all that great for him, certainly a little lonely before his girls came along.&nbsp; Now the two of them would have plenty of time together.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be like the old days on Tuchanka, the two of them raising all sorts of hell together, but maybe there’d be some Blood Pack they could fight.&nbsp; That’d be nice, some good ol’ family bonding time over the dead bodies of their enemies.<br>&nbsp;<br>All of those thoughts and considerations swirled around in the back of his mind, it was the work in front of him now that required the majority of his attention.&nbsp; He’d hate to admit it out loud, but there was something soothing to be found in cooking that he couldn’t find anywhere else, not even drinking.&nbsp; Lifting up the whisk, he nodded once he saw that the consistency was right.&nbsp; Taking the metal bowl off of the pot, he placed it in a slightly larger bowl filled with ice water and salt and began to whisk some more, rapidly cooling the contents.&nbsp; Once this was done, he could pop it into the fridge, along with the other thing he had prepared, and work on the last component before he could finally get it all put together and enjoy his snack with something alcoholic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>01-04-2021, 00:50:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being a Nuisance<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia | Luus (M)<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>“Are you Florinthia?” Drack demanded, looking at the female turian.&nbsp; The two of them were in the galley, the krogan having tromped his way over with a determination that had people give him a wide berth in the hallways and the turian previously enjoying a drink on her own and now having to deal with a grumpy krogan interrupting it.<br>“That had to be the fastest I’ve ever seen a bureaucracy work before,” he grunted.&nbsp; “It wasn’t even an hour after I sent the request that I got the notice that it had been denied.”<br>He couldn’t recall ever having a quick and pleasant experience when dealing with a bureaucracy, especially Citadel bureaucracy.&nbsp; Apparently, paper pushers needed to take anywhere from several business days to a month to issue routine licenses and permits, but they could be really quick when they wanted to tell a person no.<br>“What’s wrong with getting the parts for a still?”<br>&nbsp;<br>This was a continuation of his desire to procure a steady source of ryncol on the ship.&nbsp; Or really any sort of hard liquor for that matter, the Everclear he had on the first day aboard being a good substitute.&nbsp; The most straightforward solution was to make it himself, given just how much he could consume on his own and the fact that the majority of the ship’s crew would die if they tried ryncol.&nbsp; Not like anyone would keep it constantly supplied just for him.&nbsp; And besides, the act of distilling spirits would give him something to do between missions other than maintaining his gear and drinking.&nbsp; So, he did some research and put in a request for the parts needed for a still.&nbsp; After all, why spend his own credits on it?&nbsp; He wasn’t poor by any means but if he could get the damn Council to pay for it, it’d make the fruits of his labour taste all the better.<br>&nbsp;<br>Unfortunately, the plan to get the Council to pay for his pet project was road blocked by the female turian sitting in front of him.&nbsp; Drack didn’t know much about Florinthia, having not seen her at all until now, but he could tell she was military of some sort.&nbsp; Not sure if she was a mercenary like Luus, though the krogan had a feeling she was definitely not like the other turian.&nbsp; Luus would have likely approved the still, maybe even join in if he got some alcohol he could drink out of it too.&nbsp; This one looked to be more like the typical rigid military type, which was a lot less interesting.&nbsp; Admittedly, she was on the Kalanhai, and no one on board could be considered typical or normal, so he’d withhold some judgement for now.<br>“Practically everyone on the ship drinks, we’d be saving credits in the long run making our own.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>01-04-2021, 13:12:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>She was feeling better today.<br><br>It had only been a little over twenty-four hours since her illness was crippling enough that Flo had her arm twisted enough that she'd unwillingly adopted a boy-scout, but in that time she'd burnt through most of the lingering effects of her illness. She was able to move, she had done some basic exercise to test her levels of fatigue, and she'd even done a bit of biotic flexing to make sure she hadn't lost her edge. All in all, she felt a solid Seventy-Five percent.<br><br>The perfect time to celebrate with a drink.<br><br>Dextro-Amino based alcohols weren't exactly the tastiest thing in the world, but for Flo they were a nice distraction. She could relax after a day, she could unwind and appreciate her evening alone, and she could even scan through any additional requisition requests that had snuck in since the end of the last mission. It had been sombre seeing the backend of it, and had left the Turian with a linger sense of spiteful guilt. Weakness had kept her off the mission. If she was there, would more have survived? Samantha, the Human medic, might not have needed to fill numbers if she was there. The Doctor might not be bedridden and nearly crippled for life, the Spectre might be uninjured. Question after question, hypothetical after hypothetical. What-if, what-if, what-if, wha-<br><br>“Are you Flortinthia?”<br><br>The Krogan's voice shook the Turian out of her own mind. She had stewed in the little pity-party she'd thrown herself, and was suddenly glad for a new distraction. A Biotic's mind might be their greatest weapon, but a mortal's mind was also its own greatest weakness. He made questions about a Still, and suddenly Flo was snorting at the Krogan, picking him out of the various requests she'd flown through yesterday. “<strong>I can't tell if you're more annoyed or impressed. If you prefer, I can take longer to reject your request next time.</strong>”<br><br>With a fingernail that barely lifted from her glass, blue energy seemed to glow. With a flick, the chair opposite her dragged out and grinded on the galley floor. She nodded towards it, an invitation to sit since he was clearly intent on making his case. Once he was sat, she continued to speak. “<strong>I could think of about six reasons to reject your request, but I'll go for the easy ones now. One, I don't give out money for pet-projects. Two, if I thought your little Pet-project was worth doing, I'd still reject it, because If I can't rationalise the usefulness of an outgoing project to the crew or its special assets, I deny it. Everyone and their little Varren mutt would be asking me for money so they can buy Yoga matts, or whatever their newest obsession is if I wasn't a hard-ass.</strong>” She shook her head at the request of one of her Kabalite brothers who'd spent a good twenty minutes talking about their newfound obsession with 'Asari Yoga Classes' that they were clearly just getting into so they could stare at Asari in lewd positions. “<strong>Thirdly, if I have to drink shit alcohol, so does everyone else.</strong>” She shook the murky brown swill in her cup, bringing it to her lips and sneering a little as it touched her tongue. It wasn't that it had any special kick, it just tasted...sharp. Not in the tart way, but in the 'This is like drinking sand' kind of way. “<strong>You can spend your own credits on booze if you want; that's why you get paid. I'm not your mom, so no handouts.</strong>” She shrugged, whistling at the Asari behind the bar and tapping her now-empty glass for a refill. She may complain about drinking the cheapest Turian alcohol available, but she also didn't want anything top shelf. That was reserved for Arcus when he woke up properly...<br><br>"<strong>Jorgal Drack, I assume. You're the only Krogan who should be awake enough to drink right now, and I remember the ticket. Can I offer you some shitty alcohol?</strong>" She saw the Barkeeper seem annoyed at the surly Turian's words, but Flo just waved it off. She wasn't in her cups yet, but she was clearly in a less-than-pleasant mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>01-04-2021, 13:50:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/c5/8d/99c58d6d22f1fc3a74d4249388a04192.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Mary-Ann Herder<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Hacker and Anti-Espionage Free Agent<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This Jacket (https://i.imgur.com/1duhr8h.jpeg) and plain black leggings.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Food Hall, sometime before the Reetix mission.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 19th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Ladies Night.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue, Jay, Sam&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Mary-Ann felt a certain sense of triumph at having conquered Jay's more salacious challenge. It would have been easy to balk, or run away, but the ritual reminded her of her time in College, and it also felt like a personal challenge to overcome. She'd missed the Asari's pass at her, but had whooped at the compliment, Tequila making her head briefly swim with the rush of it all.<br><br>But then, she glanced over at the Quarian and the Doctor, and suddenly she felt less like the conqueror of the salacious Asari, and more like a rank amateur. Seemingly-Shy-and-Bashful Rue had suddenly taken a more daring approach than the Blonde could have expected. Her shot was a little fuller, her application of spittle to the Doctor's finger and thumb downright sultry, and the place she'd put the shot downright scandalous! Mary-Ann's elbow nudged against the Asari next to her, a sort of 'Can-you-believe-this?' expression on her face as she waited for the shot...<br><br>...and when it came, of course Mary-Ann was cheering. Whooping supportively for the show, even if that meant it was suddenly her turn to play the set-up for Rue's shot. “<strong>Whoo~ I feel outdone! I don't think I'll be able to top that.</strong>” and in truth, she didn't think she could. For one, she was still opposite a Quarian. No matter how you looked at it, Rue was always at risk of infection; of sickness. She might be drugged up to the gills – Which raised its own problems, considering the liberal alcoholism they were partaking in – but it also meant that she couldn't really go around trying to play Kissing games and trading spit as easily. <br><br>So instead, maybe it was time to tone it down <em>just</em> a little.<br><br>She reached over and grabbed Rue's wrist, pulling it closer before pouring two shots of the Dextro-Amino Alcohol. One she set aside for the Quarian to slam in a bit, but the other she dipped her own fingers into, dragging them in a trail along the back of the lavender skinned woman's wrists. Alcohol was at least less likely to carry infection than a Human's mouth. With her slightly-stained fingers, Mary-Ann brought them to her own lips, kissing them before tapping them on Rue's wrist. A sign of affection, even if it wasn't as radical or raunchy as the last two. Finally, dabbing salt on the patch of alcohol, she brought the lemon wedge to her own lips and, pursing them as if to make an exaggerated kiss, Mary-Ann let the slice settle on her face like a comic, exaggerated moustache, caught between her pink petal-lips, and her button nose. She tried to mumble out a '<em>Ready-when-you-are</em>' but because she couldn't actually <em>open</em> her lips, it sort of came out as a jumble of sounds.<br><br>...A thumbs-up was universal, right? That would probably be Rue's sign to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2021, 19:30:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/u4dc5De.gif)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December 2174 CE, evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical ward<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Surprising information <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Samantha’s brows furrowed, and it had less to do with pain and discomfort, and everything to do with clear confusion. And maybe a little more of that embarrassing frustration at her own inadequacies over their first mission. She had no foolish notion that she was a soldier, but Samantha didn’t enjoy the fact that she had been entirely useless, especially after spending so much time a couple of nights earlier arguing her case with Arcus who had wanted her to stay behind.<br><br>The human shook her head, both of her hands working in tandem with the med-tech as they ran a scanner from her bruised hips down to her toe. She couldn’t see the read-out, but at least she could help with the guide-wire. She’d take anything at this point. “I’m sorry, my team and I were out of communication with the others for most of the trip. I didn’t even know that there was Bloodpack on the moon until I got on the shuttle.”<br><br>“Doctor,” Calbix passed over another data-pad, which Sam took and gave her full attention. These presented more updates on Kandok’s condition, and while they were showing improvements in the areas that she wanted to see benefit, there was also still the very real possibility of the krogan waking up in confusion and rampaging.<br><br>“Has Ness already been informed about her husband?”<br><br>“She has, she’s waiting in the commons for updates.”<br><br>“Bring her in; we might need her biotics and her temper if he wakes up. Keep Arcus out of the way, just in case.”<br><br>Viella already had a lot to do, a lot to prepare for. But, since she was here Sam was relieved all the same. She trusted that the asari would help her keep her patients and her crew safe should Kandok feel the need to wake up too soon.<br><br>Another datapad was thrust into Samantha’s hands as Calbix turned to leave, calling Ness up on his omnitool.<br><br>It took her a few seconds to comprehend that she was looking at her own leg, then a few more to settle on how she felt about what she was looking at. Partial dislocation of the left hip, several fractures of the femur where the harvester’s mouth had crushed it. Severed muscles and tendons, and both the ACL and the MCL visibly frayed from the stress of her knee. Like a routine she played out in the privacy of her own head, Sam felt the worry and the alarm raise questions that were combatting against her professional logic. She sighed through her nose and fought for calm, while gently setting the datapad on the table beside her.<br><br>There wasn’t much she could do until Arcus and Kandok were stable, so at least she could pass the time by answering Viella’s questions. Or… try to.<br><br>“I -uh… I don’t know.” Sam resisted against the urge to shrug her shoulders, and instead met the spectre’s eyes. “If there are bloodpack in the area, I’d hope we’d leave the system until we’re able to analyze and catch our breath. I’d rather not risk another fight while we’re limping. The team leaders, Luus and Jackiro, they’ll know more about the gang than I do. I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful with this. Like I mentioned; we were disconnected from the other teams, the specifics are new to me. But I’ll see what I can come up with when I make my report.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>03-04-2021, 18:11:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being a Nuisance<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia | Arcus (M) | Luus (M) | Sam (M)<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Oh, it turned out that she had a little more personality than he expected after all.<br>“Both,” Drack grumbled, taking the seat that Florinthia had pulled out for him using her biotics.&nbsp; He was unfazed by the display of power, having seen it often enough in his life, but seeing another turian with the ability was surprising.&nbsp; Not too often he ran across them, he had thought Luus was the only one on board.&nbsp; The krogan was going to have to pay more attention to who was on the ship and what they were capable of.&nbsp; Maybe he'd pester Sam about it: with Arcus down, the doctor was the most likely person after the spectre to know what everyone else was capable of.&nbsp; It was always boring whenever he had to recover in the hospital, she could probably use the company.<br><br>Drack snorted at Florinthia's offer, “No such thing as shitty alcohol, only weak and strong.”<br>As a boisterous binger of boozy beverages, there wasn't much he wouldn't drink so long as it didn't try to kill him.<br>“I'll take you up on your drink offer,” he added before hesitatingly pointing at Flo's drink.&nbsp; “Though not what you're having. Made the mistake of drinking turian alcohol once when I was much younger.&nbsp; It went in fine.&nbsp; It did not go out fine.&nbsp; No one on this ship needs that.”<br>There was a visible shudder from the old krogan, the memory of that time still vivid despite the centuries of distance.&nbsp; Never again.<br><br>“That's the thing, I'm fine with spending credits on my own alcohol.&nbsp; The problem is that there isn't enough on this ship that packs a real punch,” the old krogan explained.&nbsp; “Sure, everyone else might think their scotchs and rums have some burn to it, but it's a light tingle to a krogan.&nbsp; You drink them more for their bold and subtle flavours, and not to give your body a gut check.&nbsp; And beer?&nbsp; Hah, might as well be water.”<br>He had tried beer a couple days ago and he may as well have been drinking fizzy liquid bread.&nbsp; Not that there was anything wrong with that, still tasted fine, but the worst thing that could happen to him after drinking an entire keg of the stuff was multiple trips to urinate.&nbsp; Sometimes being incredibly resistant to poisons and disease had its downsides, he had to work so much harder to get pleasantly shitfaced.<br><br>Drack pointed at Flo's drink again, “And if you're not happy about what you're drinking, why not distill your own in the still?&nbsp; I'd be willing to share its use.&nbsp; Besides, it'll be a good way to spend some of your free time.&nbsp; What else do you do besides work and drink alcohol you don't enjoy?”<br>There was some genuine interest in her response as he honestly didn't know what else to do on this ship other than train and drink in-between missions.&nbsp; Not like there were any sports he could engage in.&nbsp; The human rugby and American football looked like fun, except no one could take a tackle from him and not end up in the med-bay, and not enough people could handle krogan sports.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 00:09:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Flo snorted at the Krogan as he offered his philosophy on Alcohol. It might have even been a laugh if she didn't cut it off almost instantly. “<strong>Don't put your ideas on me. This stuff tastes like Sandpaper, and is about as fast for get me drunk as a bucket of water.</strong>” She saw the Bartender sliding her another small glass of the Turian alcohol, all while Florinthia slid her back the empty glass. With a nod, she pointed out the drink she picked for the Krogan, a stiff vodka which was normally used for mixers. It'd shut him up for a bit, maybe. <br><br>The Krogan didn't give up on his still idea though, trying to both bribe her with a supply of alcohol she might be able to drink, and speak to her sense of alcoholic decency. “<strong>As I said, can't give everyone there pick of hobby kits because they're bored after a few days travel. You can buy your own stock when we land next, if the drinks aren't to your liking. If you can convince like, four other people to send me Req forms for this Still, maybe I'll consider it again.</strong>” She was seemingly unflinching in her decision not to give into the Krogan because he asked once. <br><br>He asked her what she did for fun, and she shrugged. “<strong>Fun? I have hobbies, but this isn't a drink for fun. I should have been on Reetix. I got sick on a Civi ship before the posting, and because of that I didn't have boots on the ground. Me? I Could have made a difference. Might have spared the Doc being there, might have protected the Spectre, might have saved the Quarian.</strong>” She snorted in frustration, her frills standing briefly off of their curve by just a fraction of a centimetre, bristling like the heckles of a cat. She was furious at her own weakness, and in a moment of self-flagellation she downed another mouthful of the drink. “<strong>So here I am, drinking this Dextro-Amino Piss-whiskey, and talking to you. Gotta have A drink for the man who can't.</strong>” <br><br>She shook her head again, her finger tapping on the side of the glass in frustration. She was disgruntled, and suddenly eager to find a way to distract her hands. “<strong>Sometimes I draw... Charcoal mostly, but I dabble in paints too. I know it pissed off my Pops when I 'wasted my time' on it, so I eventually made a habit out of it. You do something for long enough, it becomes a ritual. I fight too, when I'm with my team. Kickboxing, mostly. Biotic practice keeps me focused, shore-leave I take some layers off...go dancing...</strong>” She breathed in, holding the inhalation as she silenced herself. It was easy talking when you were looking for literally anything else to do but dwell. A deep exhale, then she spoke up again. “<strong>What about you? Gotta pick up a hobby or two when you're a few centuries old. I've seen my share of Krogan, you're not some Baby-boy.</strong>” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 17:41:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Without the fun glasses. (https://imgur.com/Z7GN3XP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> First chance to breathe<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann | Jay | Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>This was certainly bringing her back to her days in university- the ones before med-labs and practical exams which filled every waking hour of her life. The few, short years of exuberance and excitement that allowed the freedom of exploration in relationships and the general fun and mischievousness that came with living as a carefree youth. Samantha hadn’t realized how hungry she was for a friendly touch -or touch in general- until Rue placed her hand on her. It was easy to forget that humans were social creatures when you spent so much time looking at what kept them living and breathing and functioning as a whole. Or when you spent the last few weeks in the company of the dead.<br><br>But those thoughts could be revisited, later. Samantha planted herself in the present, back to the laughing and the shyness as the alcohol was passed from one to the next, filling their heads with a warm haze. Since her turn was over, she happily grabbed a lime wedge and sucked on it, savoring the fresh citrus which was such a rare treat.<br><br>“I lived on earth only for a few years,” she told the Jay while her eyes were focused on Mary and Rue. “We had lemon and lime trees growing in our back yard. I only have one clear memory of that place, and it was sitting in the grass out under the sun, drinking fresh lemonade.” Her teeth tore at the pulp remaining on her slice, tart and refreshing, even as it made the inside of her cheeks tingle. “That’s one positive thing to be said about this venture, I suppose. The council stocked up this ship like they were trying to impress someone. Fresh fruit, <em>real</em> meat…” She felt a little guilty about the indulgences… but only a little. It would be good for everyone’s morale at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 18:02:57</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LdtbnxL.jpg)</div><br>“No.” The krogan said firmly, shaking his head with a slow, deliberate jerk. “She actually <em>shot</em> me. Right here!” Kadok pointed to his right shoulder. Any signs of injury have long healed, but with the regenerative properties of a krogan that would come as no surprise. “She nearly blasted my shoulder right off!" With a long sigh, Kandok slumped forward and thumped against the table. It groaned, the bottle of scotch wobbled and threatened to spill, but nothing seemed to commit to the task just yet. Either in sympathy to the krogan’s plight or a little luck for Drack’s evening of unwinding with a friend.<br><br>“I’m gettin’ too old for this shit.” The words were muffled against the table, but Kandok spoke on anyway, heedless on if Drack had a hard time hearing him or not. “My Ness wants kids… where are we gonna raise them? And have you <em>seen</em> her biotics? She’d make a thresher maw moist in the nethers if they ever saw how destructive she could get. With little ones running around -no doubt inheriting their mother’s temper- how am I going to survive all of that? I’m nearing eight-hundred years, Drack.”<br><br>Finally, Kandok slowly lifted his head but remained slumped on the table theatrically. “She may have just reached her matron age… but have you any idea what it’s like being with an insatiable woman? An insatiable and <em>demanding</em> woman? Would have been easier two hundred years ago. But now? I actually want her to break my hips so I can have a break… Only that probably wouldn’t stop her blue ass.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 18:43:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia | Arcus (M) | Jay (M) | Kandok (M) | Luus (M) | Sam (M) | Sink (M) | Viella (M)<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“At least it makes you appreciate the alcohol that you like,” Drack replied, taking the drink that Flo had picked out for him. &nbsp;“You need to understand what you don't like to really hone in on what you do.&nbsp; Anything else is just guesswork.”<br>Taking a small sip, because that was apparently the only way to really make a drink last on this ship, he looked down at it in puzzlement.&nbsp; It burned like scotch, but had none of the flavour.&nbsp; There was a faint mineral taste to it, slight impurities that wouldn't be noticed if mixed with other beverages.&nbsp; This vodka was basically alcoholic water, a diluted Everclear.&nbsp; Well, a free drink was a free drink and hell, he needed to drink more water.&nbsp; Further musings on drink were put aside when he heard the turian's terms.<br>The krogan grinned, “Four other people huh?”<br>Kandok would be good for it, once he woke up.&nbsp; Luus seemed like the type who wouldn't mind joining in.&nbsp; He might be able to bother his sister into sending in a form.&nbsp; Sink looked handy, though he'd have to smooth over the fact that he had headbutted the human before.&nbsp; Jay seemed up for almost anything.&nbsp; He could make this work.<br><br>His mood briefly turned somber when Flo mentioned Reetix.&nbsp; Sure the harvester and klixen were a complete surprise, but they had taken too many casualties in the process.&nbsp; No wonder the turian seemed frustrated.<br>“Listen, there were a lot of other people on this ship who could have put boots on the ground but didn't because no one thought they needed to be there,” Drack pointed out.&nbsp; “Sam was always going to need to be there and you being sick didn't make us shorthanded.&nbsp; It was shit luck that got you sick and it was shit luck what happened down there.&nbsp; Instead of focusing on what isn't under your control, but that focus into making a difference on the next ground mission.”<br>The krogan took another sip of his vodka.&nbsp; He had learned the value in both doing the absolute best that he could and accepting that there were some things beyond even that.&nbsp; Regret was a nightmare he luckily never suffered from.<br><br>“An artsy type huh?” Drack grunted.&nbsp; “Not my bottle of ryncol but if you like art, then do art has always been my attitude.&nbsp; Don't know why your father needs to make it his business, but it's a shame you still let him dictate your behaviour, even if it's doing the exact opposite of what he wants.”<br>He nodded in approval when she mentioned fighting.&nbsp; That was more of his thing.&nbsp; A lot of the games he used to play when he was child were some form of hunting or wrestling.&nbsp; Good times.<br>The krogan cocked his head to the side in curiosity when Flo mentioned dancing, “Wait, do you mean like actual dancing or fucking?&nbsp; I'm not always up-to-date on the latest slang, but I know what shore leave is like for a lot of other people.&nbsp; No judgement, my youngest probably has had sex with every known sentient race, even might have been the first non-human to bang one.”<br>He brought up his omni-tool and brought up an image of the daughter in question, an asari with what looked to be a perpetually youthful face and expression, dressed in slightly provocative commando attire.<br>“Her name's Miani T'Nara and she's past three hundred but still acts like she's one and a half.&nbsp; Great shot with an assault rifle or shotgun, and top notch biotics.&nbsp; She once bragged to me that she gave a volus a handjob while he was still in his suit,” he informed the turian with evident pride.<br><br>Drack did a few quick swipes and brought up another asari, this one much younger and with a softer, more ethereal look to her.<br>“And if you meant actual dancing, maybe you've heard of Kasha T'Nara?&nbsp; She's my granddaughter, from my eldest, and I've been told she's a popular singer.&nbsp; I have one of her songs on here, one she wrote about the krogans.”<br>Without even asking if she wanted to listen, he immediately started to play it for Flo.&nbsp; It was a fusion of orchestral and electronica with a militaristic theme, and Kasha's voice was powerful and operatic, not overshadowed by aggressive music.&nbsp; Ostensibly, the song was about war and combat, though some of the imagery and wordplay could have been sexual in nature.<br>Blessedly, the old krogan only played a brief clip of it before stopping, “Great isn't it?&nbsp; Would bring a tear to my eyes if I was the crying type.”<br>He brought up another asari on his omni-tool, a cold beauty in close fitting scientist clothes.<br>“This is her mother, Aleena T'Nara, and my eldest.&nbsp; Brilliant scientist, expert in multiple fields.&nbsp; She could make a salarian's head spin she's so smart.&nbsp; Certainly makes my head spin whenever she talked about her work, but I always did my best to understand, even picked up a few things here and there.&nbsp; Some of my gear was specially designed by her and I honestly wouldn't have completed some of my more difficult jobs without it.”<br><br>“As for me,” Drack just shrugged.&nbsp; “I'm pretty simple: I like drinking and fighting.&nbsp; Between missions, I find hostile planets people don't often visit and see how long I can survive on it with as little gear as possible.&nbsp; Nothing like going against a planet trying to kill you and making it out alive.&nbsp; Other than that, well, I did spend over a century and half helping to raise two asari daughters and one granddaughter.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 22:19:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Of all things she expected from a Krogan, she hadn't expected 'Preachy.' He had plenty of little life-lessons to offer, apparently. Lessons about how she should appreciate the bad, in order to accentuate the good; On how she shouldn't dwell on what she couldn't change, and focus on what she could; and on how she shouldn't let her Dad dictate her life. Eventually there was a big enough pause for her to speak, or so she thought. She gathered her thoughts and suddenly she was being shown the man's pictures of his family. Did...did she somehow invite this man to talk about family? When did the Eight-Hundred Pound Rhino-dude get the idea that she was suddenly fascinated by his family tree? <br><br>She blinked after he finished laying the song, a jingle she faintly remembered, and then shaking her head she lifted a hand to stop him saying anything else about family, or fighting, or what he did for fun. “<strong>You are...chatty. Thank you for showing me a catalogue of your family, they are all...Spirits, what do I even say here: Cute? Hot? That they look like you? Doesn't seem like I have a lot of things to reply to your Proud-Daddy speech.</strong>” She chuckled a little, turning in her seat to face him properly. “<strong>Look, I know you're super into it, but I'm not looking for a second papa. The first one does plenty well sticking his frilled prick in my business at every opportunity, thank you very much.</strong>” She slammed the drink, hissing in annoyance at its frankly awful taste. “<strong>I'm in the Galley to drink because someone died while I sat around being unwell. There's no take away from that. There's no 'I'll do better next time because I believe in me!' There's anarchy, and Chaos, and random chance which meant I did abso-fucking-lutely nothing.</strong>” <br><br>She was feeling the sting of emotion; something she hadn't felt in a good solid week, since she went down with her sickness. She felt like she could throw around a Krogan with her mind again, and that might was always intoxicating in how it made her feel powerful. Strong. In Control. She sucked in the recycled air through her mouth, and blew it out through her nose. “<strong>Now that we've shared stories, and you've flashed me pictures of a bunch of Asari I'd happily go 'dancing' with...</strong>” She snorted at her own joke, a little embarrassing if she wasn't worked up by Drack's little display of oversharing. “<strong>...Maybe you can give me something else to talk about. Anything else. Not Reetix, and by the Spirits, not your family. Otherwise I'll spend the next hour rating them by fuckability, and that's awkward for everyone involved. Doc's okay, right? She did good by me while I was sick, so I like her. What about the rest of the team? You can only get so much from Personnel files.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>05-04-2021, 08:27:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical Ward<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Answering the call.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Samantha Adams<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Viella was silent for a time, leaving room for the doctor to examine her teammates' and her own injuries on Calbix's datapad. The talk of Kandok potentially waking piqued her interest, however, and though Samantha didn't outwardly ask for aid, Viella knew well enough what damage a rampaging krogan could do to a ship--let alone to a medical wing full of injured personnel and unarmed doctors. She made her decision then, if silently.<br><br>"Thank you. I agree that we should continue to distance ourselves from this Reetix, especially given the loss we suffered and the fact that his body remains on surface." A frown touched her face--an expression that almost seemed to contrast the stoic thrum of her voice as she mentioned Coaf's death. But almost as soon as it arrived, it vanished, and she turned to retrieve a chair to sit in.<br><br>"I'll be telling the other team leaders to direct their reports to me later. For now, until Ness arrives at least, I will watch and ensure that if Kandok wakes up too soon, he is quickly lulled back to sleep. I have personal experience with this, so damage will be minimal." She looked at the unconscious krogan in question. "To him."<br><br>Her omnitool alerted her then, and she quickly checked to see what news Ash had sent on the prisoners. "Hm. It seems you all caught a very bad man. The batarian is a terrorist. Hopefully he leads us to what we need to know." As she spoke, she left Ash with a blue thumbs up emoji in response, then turned her eye to Samantha again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>05-04-2021, 19:26:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> (hopefully) making friends| Shots shots shots<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Mary-Ann| Sam| Jay<br><br><br>Heartbeat thrumming heavily within Rue's ears she could feel the darker shade of embarrassment color across her lavender flesh in a cloud of warmth, that even before the shot itself she felt the chasm of warmth slither and twist in the bottom of her stomach. This was by far the most forward the quarian would have ever found herself in the position of, even among those of her clan as the casualness of her helment-less features brimmed with the fluster of 'winging' things as they said. Precautions aside Rue found the experience quite lively as Mary-Ann took her kind consideration a step forward going as far as to keep the same level of intimacy with the dip of her kiss bitten fingers touching across the quarian's wrist, even with the immune boosters floating within her system actual swapping of excrements felt to be too brazen a risk, both emotionally as well as physically. Plush lips wrapping around to knock back the liquid within, Rue very nearly sputtered. All at once the fiery burn of what Rue could only amount to jet fuel washed down her throat to coax a strangled gasp and wincing cough, not enough to leave her violently so but certainly not having expected the reaction as pin pricks welled at the corners of her opaque eyes. The humorous placement of the lime tucked between the blonde's pixie nose and silken top lip was admired for all it's silliness through the blur of Rue's current vision, the xeno leaning across the short distance between herself and the sacred lime before giving a lap of the salt in a single swoop. With now the burn of salt sending her senses to the atmosphere Rue was ready to accept the lime all the more, drawing closer to allow the faintest feel of her bare lips to brush across the corner of Mary-Ann's own to deliver yet another delirious pulse of wickedness to surge into her belly as she did so. Ivory dentin crunching into the flesh of the tart lime Rue pulled back with a gasp of her own, fruit and all, to give a needy swallow, the ritual as stated did alleviate some of the sting as it was told to, focusing more of the sour tartness washing overs her taste buds rather than the living fire now sloshing in her stomach as she swallowed with a pucker.<br><br>"Auck- bosh't~" Rue managed to give an airless hiss, settling back firmly in her seat as the shudder of unpleasantness swept through her entire form, though after the initial shock she found the burning beginning to lessen, enough to offer a shaky smile of her own as she shook her head. "This is pleasant no?" The quarian had to question, the light buzz along her fingertips from the shock however helping the burn of excitement over such a first with her crew mates, that admittedly despite how jarring it did boost one. The cheer from Mary-Ann earned a sheepish smile to further split across Rue's features as she brushed a hand across her cheek absent mindly, tucking a fallen tress behind her own ear as she admitted softly. "It seemed the better of placements for our little session, I do believe I saw such briefly whilst looking through my email." The rest of the images of course would not be discussed, having stumbled upon a chain of rather..<em>risqué'</em> images, such having long been purged as the thought of a fellow crew mate having accidently sent spam had come to mind. Though it did give Rue some inspiration so perhaps it hadn't been all that bad really. <br><br>"I rather liked your placement Mary-Ann," Rue would manage to muse kindly in the blonde's retort of not being able to one up her previous ploy, that despite the saucy position, the actual faint touch of lips in the quarian's mind made her fluster far more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-04-2021, 09:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/2b39afc8bb6705d211c24b2d08f36c9d.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th, December 2174 CE | Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> White top &amp; pants (https://64.media.tumblr.com/a74cdf4a2c6f7a862b9699e0a76ae391/tumblr_mqeknwNWDR1qcah0do1_r1_1280.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Late-Night Drink<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay hadn't been able to sleep, hadn't even really tried so far, choosing to instead obsessively comb through the flight patterns she'd downloaded from the Batarian shuttle as if something she'd missed the first twelve hundred times she'd gone through them might suddenly pop out at her.&nbsp; Something that could magically make it feel like Coaf's death and all their other sacrifices had been worth something.&nbsp; But, there was nothing there that they hadn't already found, and even if there had been, she had no idea what could possibly make anything that had gone down planetside feel less awful.<br><br>Well, actually, she had an idea of <em>one</em> thing that might turn the trick, or at least allow her to shut her eyes without seeing the Quarian being decimated by the explosions from the hideous alien bugs.&nbsp; Alcohol.&nbsp; Vast, numbing quantities of it.&nbsp; Enough to knock her out and let her get a little sleep before she had to navigate the ship into Omega's docking port.&nbsp; So, she had finally crept from her bunk and padded barefoot through the quiet ship, avoiding any sections where the second shift was up and working, so she wouldn't risk being drawn into a conversation.&nbsp; She just didn't have it in her to pretend she wasn't thoroughly wiped by what she'd gone through earlier that day.<br><br>She was so focused on her own misery, that at first, she didn't notice the light and sound spilling from the kitchen, making a beeline for the bar and the bottle of Krogan-approved Everclear that stood on the shelves behind it.&nbsp; Surely if the Krogan deemed it potent enough, then it wouldn't take much to knock <em>her</em> on her ass.&nbsp; Her fingers had just closed around the neck of the bottle when she finally noticed the sounds and her brow furrowed, arms clutching the liquor to her chest protectively as she debated just sneaking back out and drinking alone in her room.&nbsp; Inevitably, though, her curiosity got the better of her and she padded around the bar to approach the door to the kitchen so she could peek inside.<br><br>If anyone had asked her, prior to her looking, who she least expected to see and what she least expected to see them doing, she might very well have described the strangely cozy domestic scene she found.&nbsp; Blinking, she sidled further into the room, skirting around the large krogan to try and get a better look at what it was he was doing.&nbsp; "Drack...what the hell?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>07-04-2021, 01:18:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 18th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Reunion<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kandok<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Well shit, I remember you telling me she was a bit trigger happy and aggressive but I thought you were exaggerating,” Drack grunted in reply, reaching to steady the bottle of scotch.&nbsp; Be a waste if anything spilled and Kandok didn’t need another thing to cry about.&nbsp; He listened somewhat sympathetically, a little irked when his friend started to complain about his age.<br>“Seems to me it’s less about Ness being too young and you feeling too old then,” Drack responded dryly. &nbsp;“Though you’ve still got a century and a half before you hit the big eight, so you’re not that old.&nbsp; You’re a varren in its prime compared to me.”<br>As for dealing with insatiable women, Drack thought back to when Nassana had proposed the idea of having a child the first time.&nbsp; The krogan had looked into what it really took for an asari to have a baby and thought he knew what he was getting into.&nbsp; The two weeks of vigorous sex had taken him completely by surprise.&nbsp; He had <em>learned</em> things from that woman, things he later then put to good use when she asked him if he wanted another daughter with her a few decades later.&nbsp; But that was over three hundred years ago, how would he fare if he had to do that all over again at his current age?<br>“That’s rough buddy.”<br>&nbsp;<br>The older krogan took another sip of his scotch, trying to think of some sort of solution or advice he could give.<br>“Look, what you’re giving me here is all the challenges you’ll have if you decide to have kids, but you haven’t answered the most important one: do you want to have a kid?&nbsp; Forget about where you’ll raise them, how you’ll survive their tempers and biotics and how hard and often Ness rides you.&nbsp; Do you want daughters at all?”<br>Drack refilled both of their glasses, “Because that’s what it really comes down to, doesn’t it?&nbsp; If you flat out don’t like the idea of having children at all, then it doesn’t matter who you have them with or what they’re like.&nbsp; But if you like the idea of having a daughter, then why not with the woman you decided to spend centuries with?&nbsp; You had to have known what you’d be getting into when you decided to be her bondmate.”<br>He might not have had the best opinion of Kandok’s intelligence, but he didn’t think the other krogan had agreed to be bonded with Ness without thinking about the future and what that would involve.<br><br>“Figure that part out first, the rest can be sorted out after that.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 18:25:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack blinked in momentarily confusion before laughter bellowed out of him, “Don’t worry, I’m not looking to adopt a turian either.&nbsp; Everyone who knows me would think I lost my damn mind.&nbsp; Though you’re right about being a proud father, I’ll even admit to embarrassing my girls a few times when I brought out stories in front of them.”<br>Could anyone blame him though?&nbsp; His daughters and granddaughter were talented, capable women who wouldn’t lose out to anyone in the galaxy.&nbsp; To see them confidently chase after their dreams and pursue what they loved was all he wanted for them.&nbsp; The particulars never concerned him; it was enough to know they liked what they did.&nbsp; He was ready to support them if they needed him to but all three seemed to have it in hand.&nbsp; Almost made him feel a little melancholy when he thought about it.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I don’t know why you’d think either my girls or I would feel awkward, I know for a fact Mianni wouldn’t mind ‘dancing’ with you,” the old krogan stated bluntly, also aware that his youngest would be upset at anything lower than a nine out of ten.&nbsp; “But if it makes you happy, I’ll talk about something else.”<br>He stroked his chin as he thought about the rest of the teams.<br>“I’d rate Luus, Max and Sink as the experienced military types.&nbsp; They know their business, they know what it means to be in combat, and I can trust them well enough to have them cover me.&nbsp; Luus and Sink are a little more easygoing, they’d make good drinking buddies.&nbsp; Max is a little stricter and she’s got a keen mind when it comes to serious business guns.”<br>The krogan had a private chuckle as he thought about what exactly she had in that armoury of hers and the fact that he had been allowed to test some of it.&nbsp; He was eager to see what else she’d cook up along the way and what upgrades she’d be able to make to his gear.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I’d say Jay, Namir and Rue are the young, eager bunnies of the team so far.&nbsp; Got a lot of energy and bounce in their personalities,” Drack continued, before giving Flo a teasing grin.&nbsp; “And I bet Jay and Rue both have bounce in other areas you’d be interested in eh?&nbsp; Wouldn’t mind dancing with the two of them, would you?&nbsp; Jay’s definitely a party girl, like my Mianni, whereas I think Rue is a bit more tender and reserved.”<br>Though after the mission on Reetix, the two of them might be more subdued than normal for a bit.&nbsp; The insights he had gained about Jay last night he would keep to himself, that had been a private moment after all.<br>“As for Namir, he seems the type to be just about up for anything.&nbsp; Didn’t seem too upset when I broke his nose headbutting Sink.&nbsp; All three of them are good kids.&nbsp; I hope they’re still that way once this entire thing is over.”<br>&nbsp;<br>The last team member came to mind and Drack grimaced, “I don’t like the salarian, the salarian knows I don’t like him, and that suits me just fine.”<br>He downed the rest of his vodka before signaling Shegane for another one.&nbsp; Now he really wished he had some ryncol to drink.<br>“But that’s just me.&nbsp; I’m sure other people like him, maybe you’d like him, and that’s fine too.&nbsp; Not going to say much more than that because I’m not going to talk behind his back when I can shout in his face.&nbsp; That way, he can shout back.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 18:27:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Late Night Munchies<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay <br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>Drack was so focused on his work that he didn’t notice Jay’s presence until she spoke up right beside him.<br>“Shit!” he growled, whirling around and brandishing the whisk in front of him like a weapon, a dollop of custard hanging off of the end, before lowering it slightly.&nbsp; “Damn kid, one of my hearts skipped a beat there.”<br>If someone had come at him with hostile intent, he would have noticed their presence, no matter how focused he was on his task.&nbsp; However, the asari’s simple curiosity had her elude his danger sense and catch him by surprise.&nbsp; He went back to whisking his custard and shuffled over so that she could get a better look at what he was doing.<br>“I’m making Happy Food,” the krogan informed the young pilot.&nbsp; Once the custard had cooled to a spreadable thickness, he trundled over to a fridge and put it inside, taking out a plastic pitcher filled with very loose batter.<br>“It’s what my eldest called it when she was very young, before she knew what it was actually called.&nbsp; The name stuck.”<br>&nbsp;<br>As he headed towards the kitchen’s flat top griddle, he spotted the Everclear Jay held in her hand.&nbsp; To a krogan, it had a good punch and could get him drunk.&nbsp; It wasn’t hard to figure out what it would do to an asari.<br>Drack looked at her carefully for a moment, then grunted, “You look like you could also use Happy Food.&nbsp; Pull up a chair or something while I make you some.”<br>Over the many years of being a parent, whenever he was making something for himself, he would always make a bit extra because inevitably he would end up sharing some of it with someone, usually his children.&nbsp; Never failed.&nbsp; He knew Jay didn’t intend to, she was just curious about what he was doing, but it wasn’t in his nature to leave alone when it was clear to him she needed a little pick-me-up.<br>“You don’t want that to hit an empty stomach, not unless you also have two livers or plan on cutting it with some juice or something.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Heating up the griddle, he greased the surface with some butter and waited for it to start sizzling before pouring some of his batter on top.&nbsp; He grabbed a large offset spatula and started to spread the batter into a much larger and very thin circle with a practiced ease that spoke of years of experience.&nbsp; Once the batter on top looked to be firming, he swiped the spatula underneath the batter in one smooth and quick motion, separating it from the griddle, before flipping it over just as easily.&nbsp; It didn’t take long for both sides to have developed a nice golden colour to them and he took his crepe off and put it on a nearby plate to cool.<br>“Talk to me while I put this together, what’s on your mind?” Drack asked as he made his way back to the fridge and took out his bowl of custard, another bowl filled with whipped cream and a carton of blueberries.&nbsp; He slathered a thick layer of custard over one triangular section, covered the custard completely with blueberries, and added generous dollops of whipped cream before folding the crepe into a cone.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Here you go, Happy Food,” he said as he handed the plate over.&nbsp; “You just pick it up and eat it with your hands.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>10-04-2021, 00:52:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack, Luus [M], Rue [M]<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>She wasn't expecting...Well she didn't know what she expected from the Krogan. Flo was not really often in the position to sit down and have a chat with Krogans. Part of her Kabal's modus operandi was quick, quiet, and calamatous. If they were sent to deal with a Krogan these days, it was normally to explode them, or to infiltrate them and whatever Person of Interest they were guarding. The longest conversation she'd had with one of their kind was on an awkward shuttleride back from a kidnapping of a Volus merchant. They'd talked about Varren Racing, of all things. He had a thing for betting on Varren races...<br><br>“<strong>Let me be frank, Jorgal; Turian culture isn't much for chatty, or even flirty. Spirits, they barely know how to do fun.&nbsp; Having someone trying to hook me up with their Asari offspring is flattering...it's also waaaay outside of my normal wheelhouse.</strong>” She somehow felt a little awkward about having shot the man down, considering that the Asari were pretty damn good looking. Softer than she normally went for, but sometimes soft was fun for a change.<br><br>Mercifully, chat moved onto the teams. Sans a Salarian who didn't get a name – Although from what Flo understood that only left one viable option in the STG operative – he seemed to be generally either positive or affectionate. Somehow he got back to flirting on two of the girls behalves, and honestly she wasn't sure if this was some default of the Krogan as a species, or just Drack. You'd think the chemically castrated race wouldn't be so damn horny. “<strong>...Wait, did you say Luus? Luus Remril, the old Dinosaur's squadmate?</strong>” She'd heard about the Once-upon-a-time Cabalite. She was pretty sure her Kabalim was once in his Cabal back in the wars. Spoke highly of him, even if others considering his exodus from Turian society as 'shameful.' “<strong>My Boss speaks highly of him. Might have to see if he holds up to the old stories.</strong>”<br><br>Ignoring Jay for the moment – having been shown enough pictures of pretty Asari for now – Flo focused in on the Quarian. Sink, Namir, Maxine, they were just more humans to clash against. They were puzzle pieces she'd either fit snugly against, or not fit in with. The Quarian though, that was something unusual and worthy of pressing about. “<strong>Tender and reserved; makes sense for a Quarian. At least she'll eat the same food as me.</strong>” The Dextro-Amino gap was always an awkward one, but a problem the two would share.<br><br>Not wanting to broach the subject of the Salarian, she decided to change the subject a little. “<strong>So how does a Krogan Merc who likes headbutting people, drinking too much of that Ryncol crap, and who's apparently a family man end up on the Kalanhai? From what I've seen thus far, it's a pretty bizarre squad. Can't imagine you having big links with the Alliance, or the Citadel. It's...curious, if nothing else.</strong> ” Unlike the Krogan, she didn't rush towards another drink. Her drinking was a mediocre distraction, but now the Krogan was doing that. He might have been more of a car-crash sort of distraction, because he seemingly just crashed through conversation, but still. Distractions are distractions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2021, 03:28:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/u4dc5De.gif)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December 2174 CE, evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical ward<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Who needs two legs?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Hearing that one of their prisoners was a terrorist had Samantha wincing from the troubling concept. It was further proof to the theories that they’ve been piecing together, that things weren’t a simple coincidence. And the fact that he was a batarian, well… The fingers being pointed in that direction weren’t kind and were getting more and more accusing as time passed by. She liked to think of herself as logical and levelheaded, rational, even, but a flurry of emotion welled up in her chest and the thoughts that followed in its wake were merits of fear and anger. She couldn’t be certain anymore if they were projections on her own anxiety over her injuries, or this mess as a whole.<br><br>Sam pinched the brow of her nose and felt her face furrowing. Her polite and professional tone had slurred into a greasy slop of fraying nerves and dwindling calm. <em>Breathe through it. They’re going to be alright. You’re going to be okay too.</em><br><br>“Insightful information would be a boon,” she managed to croak out. She could hear the fatigue in her voice and the irritation she felt towards the extended period she’s been in pain. With it was the dwindling resolve to keep it together with cool detachment. Then, as if he were a herald of the heavens, Calbix returned to her side. Not with another datapad, but an injector filled with a cocktail that would be the start of her evening plans. She sighed with seeing it, both relieved and even more anxious all at the same time.<br><br>“Ness just arrived, she’s sitting with Kandok and has volunteered to keep watch until he’s awake. We’re going to relocate Arcus over to the starboard suite to rest. He’s still unconscious, but we’ll be keeping him induced for a few days so his body can recover more reliably.”<br><br>“Have the med-techs on the next rotation take another full inventory on the supplies we’re working through. If we need more turian blood I want to get a list of eligible volunteers on the ship to gauge if we need to make a supply run back to the Citadel.”<br><br>“Hara is already compiling a list.”<br><br>“Then I’ll stop stalling. Let’s not amputate the leg, Calbix. I can’t exactly wait three months for a clone to be grown to replace this broken thing. I’ll just have to make due with a limp.”<br><br>“Are you certain? You’ll be more comfortable-”<br><br>“Probably.” She waved her hand after her curt response as if to chase away any more arguing or the uneasy nervousness she was feeling. Sweat was beading on her brow, and her skin was waxy and ghostly pale. “But I will take that shot now before I start getting rude. Viella.” Sam pushed a hand through her short, messy hair and did her best to offer a reassuring smile. It came across as a rushed grimace. “I’m glad you’re here. Jacki and Luus can give you the information you need, hopefully they’ll be more useful than I have been.”<br><br>With that, Samantha forced herself to lay down while Calbix pressed the inoculator against the bend of her elbow. It was a quick prickle of pain she hardly felt at all, but at least it worked quickly. In the span of three blinks she finally closed her eyes and relaxed, going under as the chemicals rushed through her veins. Calbix grabbed the edge of the gurney Samantha was laying on and proceeded to push it into the operating room, where it was finally her turn to undergo treatment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-04-2021, 07:38:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medical Ward -&gt; Comms -&gt; Quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Announcement at 19:00 hours.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <span class="bbc_u"><em>All</em></span><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Viella listened to the doctors talk as she received and sent messages to Ash on her omnitool, he expressions varying shades of displeased. Fortunately (or not), that was not so far from her normal expression, and it was more than acceptable on a day like this. "Thank you for your assistance, Dr. Adams," she replied, her lips drawing into a tiny smile as she canted her head slightly in gratitude. "And I wish you well in your recovery." It was not long before the doctor was being dragged away, put under for the surgery that would hopefully save her ruined leg. She had her doubts that the woman's pain and suffering would be ending any time soon. It was good that she was strong. Hopefully strong enough to endure all that was to come as she had thus far.<br><br>She made her way up to Comms next, sending a message to Fae as she entered the room and approached Sonon. To the bubblegum chewing salarian she gave her first order as leader of this mission; to open Comms throughout the ship--excluding the Brig--for an important announcement.<br><br>Hello, brave members of the <em>Kalanhai.</em> This is Viella D'aix speaking. I must first bear the bittersweet news that while Arcus Aurelion is alive, he's had to be placed in a medically induced coma as a result of his wounds. I pray to the Goddess that he has a timely recovery. She gave a pause, allowing herself and any who wished to make such a prayer for the Spectre in question. "Until now I have served as Chief of Security, but given this change in fortune, I will be serving as the Spectre in charge of operations until further notice. I will do all that is in my power to see this mission through successfully and to see you all safe. This I swear on every year I have lived and every year I have left. <br><br>Thank you for your attention."<br><br>With her announcement given, she looked at Sonon, gave him a nod, then turned on her heel and departed for her personal quarters, her strides meaningful yet graceful; her expression stoic yet serene. As ever, she faced forward, and let no emotion betray her purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-04-2021, 21:50:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Privacy<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Fae | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Viella entered her quarters with the same cool, patient stride she'd taken in traveling the halls. And as she stood, center of the room, the cold hiss of the door sliding closed brought a semblance of relief to her, like a deep, calming sigh. There would be much to do and many orders to give. And while no doubt crept into her heart regarding her ability to lead this mission to success, there were other reasons for concern, darker reasons she had to get off her chest. Part of her couldn't wait for Fae to arrive, and part of her wished she'd never called her in.<br><br>She crossed the spacious room, past a bed larger and likely more comfortable than most of the quarters on the ship, and sat at her secure console. A deep sigh escaped her lips as the light of the screen filled her eyes, followed by the blue flash of the scanner marking her identity. First, she sent out an email, direct to Luus and Jackiro, requiring their reports. Then, she pulled up data on the ship's two prisoners and bypassed the redacted parts using her Spectre clearance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>16-04-2021, 00:45:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Really?&nbsp; Because I’ve met plenty of turians who like the sound of their own voice, with egos so big you’d think they had quints,” Drack grunted.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Who monologues in a fight?&nbsp; They were no fun though, I’ll give you that, but they got a lot less irritating with a bullet through the head and the credits I got from their contracts made the whole thing bearable.” <br>Some of them had loved to boast, or act like there was some sort of benevolence in their actions.&nbsp; Honestly, he felt that the only difference between turians and krogans was that the former was a bit more orderly and had much better PR.&nbsp; Deep down, they were just as violent and brutal.<br>“I guess that makes all the turians out there horny for asari and quarians exceptions then.&nbsp; ‘Fleet and Flotilla’ makes a big production out of a quarian and turian romance, but before they had to suit up, you’d see a couple swapping dextro every once in a while.”<br>He paused for a moment, “Unless you just mean flirting.&nbsp; That I can’t say anything about.” <br>Mianni could though, Mianni would probably have things to say.&nbsp; But it all seemed to work out in the end, so maybe turians did just fine in their own way.<br>&nbsp;“And just stick with Drack.”<br>&nbsp;<br>It seemed the ship was even smaller than he had thought.&nbsp; Not only was his sister aboard, but Flo also knew someone on board, albeit through someone else.&nbsp; This wasn’t the first time the krogan wanted to get his hands on a personnel list and browse through it.<br>“Sounds like the same Luus I know,” Drack nodded.&nbsp; “Now he’s chatty and fun, though only the ladies would know if he’s flirty.&nbsp; But he’s good at what he does at least.&nbsp; Got roughed up a bit on the mission but that’s Reetix.”<br>The old krogan smiled, “Rue is… well, there’s no krogan saying I’d use to describe her since they’d be on the insulting side and she’s a good kid.&nbsp; I’ve looked through the colloquialisms of various species and the humans would describe her as a good or precious bean?&nbsp; Damned if I know what a legume has to do with anything, but there you are.&nbsp; She’s a good bean.”<br>“As for the whole food gap, tell me about it.&nbsp; It can be a pain when I’m working with turians or quarians and I’m the only non-dextro around,” he nodded in understanding.&nbsp; “Good thing I keep my hump well-stocked.&nbsp; I did pick up a few dextro recipes along the way though.&nbsp; Could never taste what I was making, but I’ve been told it turned out decent.”<br>Being proficient at dextro-amino based recipes hadn’t come in handy so far, but krogans lived long enough that he had the time to spare for it.<br>&nbsp;<br>Drack wet his throat with more vodka, then snorted in amusement when the turian asked about him and his presence on the Kalanhai.<br>“Me?” &nbsp;the krogan started to chuckle.&nbsp; “Well, I’ve just about worked for and against everyone in almost every place you can imagine.&nbsp; Putting aside the hundred and fifty years I took only light work so I could help raise my girls, I’ve got over four hundred years of field experience.” <br>That was a long time, enough for him to have worked for almost every government and criminal organization at some point, which invariably pitted him against those same governments and organizations at some other point.<br>“I’m probably one of the few people on this ship who has been in batarian space and the planets close to that area.”<br>He finished his vodka in one large gulp, “I always threw on an extra surcharge whenever a batarian wanted to hire me for something.&nbsp; Their jobs were terrible and their attitudes were worse.&nbsp; After the Hegemony got booted out of the Citadel though, I haven’t bothered to look at what they have on offer.&nbsp; Can’t trust their work or that they’ll pay up.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“What about you, what put you on this ship?” he asked Flo.&nbsp; It was curious that the requisition officer was doing double duty as boots on the ground.&nbsp; Usually, they were pencil pushers far away from the action.&nbsp; He imagined there was a story there too and since they were drinking and talking, it was a good opportunity as any to learn it.<br>&nbsp;“Usually don’t need biotics to sign forms.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>16-04-2021, 14:25:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack, Luus [M], Rue [M]<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“<strong>The same thing could be said about Krogans. Sure love to talk about the 'size of their quads' and the 'honour of their race' and the 'Glory of Tachunka' and blah blah blah...</strong>” She playfully mimicked a monologuing braggart with one of her hands, eyes rolling in faux boredom before the puppeted mouth 'exploded' outwards, the Turian's fingertips theatrically glowing blue. Drack was proving a more affable man to chat with now that he wasn't talking about his daughters. Chummy? Maybe a little, but it wasn't hard to imagine people wanting friends after a mission like Reetix. So many things had gone wrong so quickly, with only one team seemingly coming up relatively unscathed. <br><br>“<strong>You can be horny without being flirty. All that pent up emotion has to go <em>somewhere</em>. Seriously, look up how many court-martials on a Turian fleet are put down to 'Dereliction of duty', and how often those 'derelictions' come up in pairs.</strong>” She chuckled a little, thinking about a couple of her own brief run-ins with higher ups. It was a delight to hear them squirm when she got called up and her surname got brought up, because then they had to make the awkward choice of potentially chewing out the daughter of an Admiral. <br><br>Drack described Luus and, strangely, Rue. Flo didn't remember bringing up the Quarian for additional information like she had with Luus, but apparently part of the Krogan's charm was trying to play matchmaker with any female he'd taken a shine to. How much less appealing the Human's little fat-baby-matchmaker would be if it had a Krogan's face...<br><br>“<strong>Thankfully, I've got field rations and I've got a Drell cook who seems to hate people. No need to test whether your Turian and Quarian dinner guests were just being polite or not.</strong>” He certainly liked to talk himself up, which wasn't a problem for her so much as an observation. 400 years as a mercenary was great, but that didn't tell her a thing about the width and breadth of his talents. She'd take a soldier who spent 4 years mastering a single craft to perfection over one who'd spent 400 years bouncing between roles, organisations, and levels of quality. She wondered where Drack would lie...<br><br>No doubt the Krogan would see Flo's nose crinkle at the mention of Batarians. Her recent chat with Malcolm reminding her how easy it was to detest the vast majority of their race. “<strong>Batarians are...a thing. Hopefully we learn more about their involvement with this shitshow at some point.</strong>”<br><br>He turned the question onto her, and Flo shrugged, leaning back in the stool. “<strong>I was picked out because the Council had my name on their mind, and I was already on the Citadel. Sparatus was considering me for some real work, with a couple Citadel task-forces, before ol' Admiral-Shitlord himself stonewalled it. Woulda taken me straight outta the Turian admiralty, and into Citadel ranks.</strong>” She snorted, annoyed at the conversation even as she said it. “<strong>Thankfully he can't do diddly fuck to stop me while I'm 'Working a Covert Op for the Kabalim.' because, as far as he knows, I'm still on Turian Payroll, and any investigation might compromise the integrity of the Op.</strong>” She giggled, enjoying the brief fast-one pulled on her old-man, even if she hadn't spilled who 'Admiral-Shitlord' was to the Krogan yet. Depending on his education about Turian families, and if he twigged it from the Email she'd sent with her full name on it, he <em>might</em> know. <br><br>“<strong>Besides, Biotics scare people into signing things over quicker. Much more efficient when they're scared you can blow up their mind for wasting time.</strong>” With a waggle of fingers, like a crappy magician, she made it clear she was taking the mickie out of herself for once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>19-04-2021, 00:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15777548#msg15777548)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Worried f.w.b<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella D'aix | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The asari didn’t get to sit uninterrupted for long; as soon as her eyes were scanned and the spectre terminal authorized her with full access, there came the rapid knock at her door from a dainty fist that didn’t lack for its enthusiasm. Fae was worried; she communicated that worry by following up on that knock with a greeting outside of the door. “Viella? It’s Fae!”<br><br><em>Of course she would know that she invited you here!</em> The quarian couldn’t help but berated herself, but that didn’t stop her from bouncing on her heels and vibrate with the demands of all of her budding questions. She had heard the announcement, had dropped and broken a glass vial that had been -thank the ancestors- empty of any contents. After cleaning up and rushing straight here, even the momentary pause before the door open had her heart racing in her throat and pulsing beneath the velvet of her tongue.<br><br>She didn’t wait for the door to be fully opened before Se’Faema was slipping inside. She was only momentarily surprised at the luxury of space and comforts within the room before the first of many questions came pouring from her tongue and past her teeth. Thankfully, the door had already shut before the words came tumbling out. “<em>Spectre</em>?!” That one word seemed to ask many others. How? When? Why? But even though that had been the first to squeeze out of her throat, it certainly wasn’t the last. The quarian couldn’t stop herself from asking more, even as her hands automatically reached for the asari to soothe her with touch. She cupped the lovely woman’s cheek, brushed her lower lip with a passing thumb, and tried to knead the tension out of her shoulders with firm squeezes of her hand.<br><br>“What is going on? What happened? How is it you’re able to make sullen look so damn sexy?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>19-04-2021, 04:26:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Ee4412809723968bce30ab79065e28e7.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Cute Unicorn Onesie (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b4/35/b4/b435b45588a624a9c7edfac051a646f5.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Girl's Night!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue; Mary-Ann; Sam<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay watched with a little grin as Rue one-upped her with the set-up of her shot and giggled as she glanced at Mary-Ann with a nod.&nbsp; "Who knew the quarian would be the wickedest one of the bunch."&nbsp; Hopping up to perch on the edge of the bar, she let her feet dangle as she watched the torch pass to Mary-Ann to set-up Rue's shot, another bubble of laughter rising at the human's lime wedge moustache and the shudder that went through the quarian at the taste of the turian spirits.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered back to Sam as the doctor spoke of the citrus, head tilting and her hands resting on the bar top as her feet kicked slightly.<br><br>"Yeah, the pantry is crazy well-stocked.&nbsp; I can't remember the last ship I was on that had cheesy doodles, but there's plenty on board.&nbsp; Guess it makes sense, though.&nbsp; If we can't figure out what's going on and find a way to stop it, then shit's gonna get <em>real</em> bad.&nbsp; And not just for the humans.&nbsp; Like, if the batarians are behind it, then what's to stop them from figuring out how to do it to the rest of us?&nbsp; You guys might have just been their first priority, but it's not like they don't hate <em>every</em> one of us for one reason or another...real or imagined."&nbsp; She paused, realizing she was killing the happy mood and reached for the vodka and the final shot glass, holding them out to the doctor.<br><br>"Set me up, Doc.&nbsp; I need alcohol in my system, stat."&nbsp; Her kaleidoscope eyes glimmered as she leaned forward a little, the expression on her face daring Sam to try and make her blush with her arrangement of the shot.&nbsp; Lips parted and her tongue ran teasingly over her lower lip, waiting patiently to see how Sam chose to swing the mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>19-04-2021, 04:48:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/2b39afc8bb6705d211c24b2d08f36c9d.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th, December 2174 CE | Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> White top &amp; pants (https://64.media.tumblr.com/a74cdf4a2c6f7a862b9699e0a76ae391/tumblr_mqeknwNWDR1qcah0do1_r1_1280.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Late-Night Drink<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>She jumped a tiny bit at his reaction, staring up at him with wide eyes before she offered a wan, sheepish smile.&nbsp; "Sorry...I didn't mean t' startle you."&nbsp; She chose her words carefully, knowing that she hadn't scared the big guy, and wondering idly what he'd have done if she <em>had</em> wanted to fight him.&nbsp; The temptation to ask what he could do with that gloopy whisk died swiftly with the realization that he might <em>tell</em> her, and while she normally would hang on every gory word...tonight she wasn't in the right mood for it.<br><br>Her eyes followed him as he moved about the kitchen, following after him when he described what he was making, her brow furrowing at the name.&nbsp; His inspection made her drop her gaze, arms tightening around the bottle held to her chest, as if afraid he might take it away from her, but when he told her to stick around, she gave a little nod.&nbsp; Moving over, she hopped up to sit on the counter beside the griddle, far enough away not to get scorched, and folded her legs up to nestle the alcohol in the crook of them with a heavy sigh.&nbsp; "I don't wanna talk about it, Drack.&nbsp; You'll just think I'm being a big baby..."<br><br>That didn't stop her from watching him make his crepes, a little impressed by his domestic skills, before finally registering what he's said.&nbsp; "Wait...you have a daughter!?&nbsp; Wow!&nbsp; That's...so responsible.&nbsp; Awww...you make food like this for her?&nbsp; Such a good dad."&nbsp; She managed a more heartfelt smile as she watched him arrange the items in the crepe and hand it over to her, stomach giving a soft growl at the smell rising from the food.&nbsp; She hadn't thought she'd ever be hungry again following the horrors of the day, but the custard and blueberries proved her wrong, and she lifted the pocket of delicious to her mouth to take a bite.<br><br>A moan of joy rose in her throat and her eyes fluttered shut as she chewed, licking a little bit of custard from the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; "Mmmmm...holy crap, that's good!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-04-2021, 01:17:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Flo’s response echoed his opinion about the similarities between turians and krogans.&nbsp; Too bad the council didn’t see it that way.<br>“Yea, I’ve put a bullet into a few of them too,” Drack grunted.&nbsp; He was always skeptical of anyone starting things off with ‘honour’ or ‘glory’.&nbsp; Usually, it meant someone was trying to pull a trick of some sort, get people working for them on some stupid scheme.&nbsp; To him, honour was something personal, it wasn’t something that could be passed down or born with.&nbsp; As for glory, he didn’t need it.&nbsp; A stack of credits and a solid work reputation was more useful than glory.<br>“I will admit there is something special about Tuchanka though,” he stated.&nbsp; “It might be a barren wasteland of death, but it’s my barren wasteland of death.&nbsp; Kalros is supposed to be the mother of all thresher maws, and if that isn’t a great planetary heritage thing, I don’t know what is.&nbsp; Be a damn tourist attraction if she wasn’t likely to eat you.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Judging from her chuckling, Drack guessed that she had her own fair share of ‘dereliction of duty’.&nbsp; Well, she was young and it was a good time to fuck around.&nbsp; Experiment a bit, figure out what she liked and didn’t like.&nbsp; He didn’t really have much to say about that, but the comment about his cooking had him bristle.<br>“Hey, the people I had to cook for weren’t the type to be big on politeness,” the old krogan replied gruffly. &nbsp;“Rough bastards all of them.&nbsp; But they ate what I put in front of them and made only a few rude comments, which means it was practically gourmet.”<br>Admittedly that was compared to what they normally ate, which was usually field rations, but that was neither here nor there.&nbsp; The point was that he wasn’t some rank amateur: he had put real time into it, just like every other skill he had carefully honed across the centuries.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I’d be surprised that the council put up with the batarians for so long if it wasn’t for the fact that I know it was easier for the council to put up with the batarians than to actually do something about them,” Drack stated dryly.&nbsp; The council could talk about galactic peace all they’d like, but it really came down to their own interests and maintaining power.&nbsp; Getting them to end slavery would have been too much of a hassle, much easier to let people get taken and make a big fuss about it when it was found out without actually doing anything meaningful.<br>“There’s a lot of smart people on this ship, someone is bound to figure it all out.&nbsp; What I’m interested in is what happens after a cure is developed and is distributed.&nbsp; If it is the batarians, are they going to finally get spanked for it or is this all going to be explained away and get hush-hush for the sake of ‘keeping peace in the galaxy’?”<br>It was pretty obvious what he thought about the latter scenario.<br>&nbsp;<br>“So, your father uses his position to keep interfering with your career?&nbsp; What an ass,” Drack snorted derisively.&nbsp; “If the turian councillor is already sizing you up for citadel work, why didn’t you outright leave?&nbsp; You already have a job lined up for you and there’s no future in having your father dictate your career.”<br>He didn’t know who her father was, but it didn’t matter either.&nbsp; Rank did not intimidate him.<br>“If you’re good, you’re good, and you’ll be able to make your way anywhere.”<br>The krogan grunted when Flo talked about biotics, “People get too worked up about biotic powers.&nbsp; It’s a tool like anything else, with its own fair share of drawbacks.”<br>Biotics didn’t frighten or awe him at all.&nbsp; He recognized its utility and respected the danger it could pose, but no more than he would a useful piece of equipment or a particularly deadly firearm.&nbsp; Admittedly, having an asari for an older sister who later became a justicar did take some of the mystique out of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-04-2021, 01:19:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Late Night Munchies<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay <br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack chuckled at Jay’s reaction, “I’ve got two of them, and a granddaughter from my eldest.”<br>The desire to show pictures of his children warred with wanting to make a crepe for himself, and of course, his daughters won out.&nbsp; Bringing up his omni-tool, he displayed their pictures for the asari to see.<br>“This is Aleena, she’s my eldest and calling her an expert scientist would be an understatement.&nbsp; Kasha here is her daughter and she’s a pretty good singer, popular from what I’m told.&nbsp; And then we have Miani, my youngest daughter, and she’s in the asari military as a commando.&nbsp; I think you’d get along with them, especially Kasha and Miani.”<br>He spoke of them proudly, with the sort of energy normally reserved for glorious war stories or great achievements.&nbsp; It was clear that the old krogan could talk about them all day, but he managed to hold himself back this time around.<br>&nbsp;<br>Making his way back to the griddle, he grinned when he heard Jay compliment his crepes.&nbsp; He poured some more batter onto the flattop and began to make another one.<br>“Well, if you want more, I can make more, so don’t hold back,” Drack replied. &nbsp;“I started making these since Aleena was no taller than my knee, and have been making them since.&nbsp; Know a few asari recipes, but this is her favourite.”<br>While he liked to keep busy with work and exploring dangerous planets, inevitably there would be quiet periods where there wasn’t much to do.&nbsp; Not wanting to spend it just sitting around drinking, he practiced his cooking, with particular focus on crepes.&nbsp; There was a lot of time for practice in the four centuries since he first started.<br>“Maybe when I get too old to shoot a gun, I’ll open up a stall somewhere like Illium or the Citadel.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Once he was done with making the thin pancake, he put it aside on another plate and started to work on another one, opting to finish using up all of the batter first before assembling a crepe for himself.<br>“To be honest Jay, I can guess what’s on your mind, but it’d be better to hear it from you than to keep making guesses,” Drack said as gently as a krogan could.&nbsp; He wasn’t exactly known for being delicate, some things just couldn’t be changed no matter what, but he knew when he should at least try to soften his usual approach to things.&nbsp; Reetix had taken a toll on the girl, and while it was perfectly normal for a krogan to drink himself into stupor after a perfectly hard mission, he had a feeling it wouldn’t do Jay any real good in the long term.<br>“Give it a shot,” he encouraged, “maybe you’ll be surprised by what happens.&nbsp; I bet you didn’t walk in here expecting a krogan to be able to cook something so good right?&nbsp; Maybe what you need is an old krogan’s ear.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>23-04-2021, 06:58:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Privacy<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Fae | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Perhaps it was a good thing that Fae arrived so quickly. She had hardly finished reading the details of the prisoners' misdeeds when the knock came, and hearing Fae's voice, even tinged with worry, was a far sight better than mulling over the horrors Ipako had committed. In her experience, there was one way to deal with a man like that, and it was swift and unquestionable.<br><br>Quietly, calmly, she closed the dossiers and called for the door to open. And in burst Fae, her dearest friend and yet a woman she craved as no Asari her age should.<br><br>Viella barely had the time to spin around in her chair before the quarian was on her, cupping her cheek with a warmth that extended past her gloved hand and massaging her shoulder with perfect skill. Or perhaps it was her that made it perfect. A thought that expanded along with her smile as the much younger woman called her sullenness 'sexy.' <br><br>"I am glad to see you're not upset. That I kept it from you, I mean." She had hoped for some time now that Fae would understand. Since after that night they'd shared entwined with one another. "Come," she added, standing and guiding the quarian over to her bunk where she ushered her onto her lap and pressed herself close, arms sliding around her and face burying into her suited neck. <br><br>"With Arcus out of commission, I will be taking over. It's been planned from the start, hence my serving in the wings as Chief of Security. This mission was too important for one Spectre, but having two openly onboard might have harmed crew morale. The missions where Spectres bound together tend to be those with the most at stake. And the most potential for casualties."<br><br>She let loose a sigh. "I do not intend nor foresee failure or great deaths. My only concern is the means we may have to take. To ensure the success of the mission, I will always do what must be done, and I have learned to live with that. I only worry that leading others to do the same will have...adverse effects. There is such a thin line between a hero and a monster, and I wish to see us all come out of this the former, but I know the odds are stacked against me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-04-2021, 04:33:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15777548#msg15777548)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Worried f.w.b<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella D'aix | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Se’Faema would never tire of the way Viella allowed her to curl in close and enjoy their shared body heat. There was comfort and intimacy in these small, private moments, even if what they did was with such simplicity. Touch. Vibration. Everything was done in close proximity, allowing the quarian to indulge in things so many others took advantage of. Viella, in her age, her wisdom, or maybe just her attention to detail, knew precisely how much this meant for her. And so it would seem that the asari was content to spoil the other woman by allowing the opportunities with increasing frequency. <br><br>With her arms wrapping around Viella; one across elegant shoulders, and the other sliding upward to cup the back of her slender neck, Se’Faema closed her eyes and breathed deep. She was trying to remember the way Viella had felt and smelled without the helmet shielding her from the rest of the world. She was trying to remember the heat, the more subtle vibrations, and the touch of silk when they were skin to skin.<br><br>But she didn’t indulge so much that she missed the critical context of this meeting. Fae didn’t forget to listen to those important words or see the weight that held Viella in chains. Instinctively the quarian pressed a kiss against the other woman’s cheek; the helmet, of course, got in the way of things. She could be embarrassed by it another time. The sentiment was still there, and even with the frustrated sigh that escaped her nose, she only nuzzled in closer and tried to soothe V with her ear and her touch.<br><br>“I don’t think it would be fair of me to be upset. I’m surprised, I’m shocked… but I’m not upset. You were a justicar; certified badass. Now you just get to carry that badge through every system, and not just focus on asari space.”<br><br>She gave a little shrug. It wasn’t a small thing, and maybe once it settled a little more Sa’Faema would have more thoughts and opinions on the matter. The only thing that was important, now, was helping shoulder the burden. To help Viella get that weight off her chest.<br><br>She stroked her palm gently across the asari’s jaw again, trailing her thumb just under her bottom lip. “You worry because you care. If you proceeded without thought of the well-being of others then -<em>I</em>- would be worried. Whatever is going to happen in the future, however all of this is going to play out… that’s just how it’s going to be.” Not exactly words of wisdom or illuminating, but Fae meant it all the same. “I can’t imagine what it must be like standing in your shoes. But you’ve got this, Viella. You can handle whatever is thrown our way. And if anything or anyone tries to throw too much your way just know that I will always have your back. No one expects the scientist to wield a shotgun.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-04-2021, 11:22:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Privacy<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Fae | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The suit did little to hinder Fae. Her touch, though Viella had only felt it on two other occasions, was always full of warmth and affection. The feeling was enough to lure the asari's eyes closed, if only momentarily, as her breaths slowed and calmed. An odd meditation of sorts, being wrapped in the quarian's doting touch. And it left her even more vulnerable. She could all but feel the press of her lips against her cheek when she dipped in for a kiss.<br><br>Her next understanding--and ever flattering words--made Viella smile, a tinge of purple touching on her heated cheeks as she quietly nodded. "I am happy to hear it, Fae."<br><br>The touch of Fae's fingers grazed Viella's jawline again, and she found her smile widening. She met the woman's eyes through the faceplate separating them, and as she spoke, she listened, taking in her every word and nodding in understanding and acceptance. Then, a low pearl of laughter followed, nearly restrained but quickly let free as she leaned forward and returned the kiss Fae had attempted before. This time to the space on her faceplate where her lips would be.&nbsp; "I trust you will...pet." <br><br>Her smile was coy, and playfully so, though there was a tameness to it all that was ever present with the matriarch. "I will have some things to take care of first, but, will you stay with me tonight? Not for something sexual, precisely. I just want you near."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 19:03:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15777548#msg15777548)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Worried f.w.b<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella D'aix | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>In the supply closet, when Viella had spoken those words and acted like she didn’t know what she was saying… well, Se’Faema had dropped a box of glass vials and made herself look like a bumbling idiot. Of course, Viella had only laughed and helped her pick up the broken pieces, but even after the spectre had left to finish her duties aboard the ship, the quarian’s heart had been racing in her chest, acutely aware of her own body, the whispers of promise and an unknown but hopeful possibility of the future. Now, with the same word lingering in the air between them, Se’Faema felt her skin tingle with pleasure and goosebumps.<br><br>And given the clear indication that Viella wanted her <em>close</em>, that she wanted her to spend the night here, sharing the bed…<br><br>What she wanted to do was scoff and jest about how she wasn’t that kind of woman. But all of the clever banter and one-liners that would have gone perfectly with this moment left her brain and seemed content to allow her to fumble around in the dark.<br><br>“Of course.” She stated, and some of the excitement and longing she felt earlier had bled into her words, accenting them with her own desires. “I’ll stay for as long as you need me, V.”<br><br><em>Twist my rubber arm,</em> is what she really meant. She was looking forward to curling up with the asari, even as they sat so close, limbs and torso braided together. Fae smiled wide, elation and giddiness bubbling in her chest. “When should I return?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 21:36:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Flo crossed her arms as she quirked her eyebrow at Drack. The Giant was a curiosity, even if he shouldn't be. The Krogan seemed like the most open book kinda person you'd ever meet, but he was surprising her often enough. It was impressive in a way. “<strong>It's a big if, and it's hard to say. Humans are the current pet-project, so they might go hard if it <em>was</em> a targeted attack on the shiny newbies. I imagine both sides will want to brush it off as a splinter faction though. Race Wars tend to get messy...</strong>” She found herself tapping a talon on the bar, as she realised her growing iritation at her father's name being brought up; which had been her own damn fault. She could try to push some of it onto Drack's shoulders for getting all paternal, but she could have just shrugged it off, maybe drank something to take her mind off of it.<br><br>He'd suggested just leaving, but the idea was as foreign to a Turian as to basically be taboo. So taboo, in fact, that she'd thought about it several times with some major consideration. How did she even begin to explain the concept of the Turian spirit to an outsider; least of all a Krogan? “<strong>It would be...complicated, for everyone involved. If I just left the Turian military and started showing up as an agent of the Council, that would have huge political ramifications. Two family Patriarchs arguing about the value of law and order, of poaching military members. It would be a fight between the traditionalists who resent the Spectres, and the Newer breed who see them as a fundamental reaction to the Universe at large. Not to mention it would dishonour my Cabal, and my Kabalim, if I just up and left. It would shame their Spirit – our connection. It would...</strong>” She paused herself, realising her hand was glowing blow with building anxiety and frustration. A couple of the chairs behind Drack were lifted a few feet into the air, with Drack's being spared by dint of his own weight.<br><br>“<strong>I've thought about it...A lot. Unfortunately, the ass has a hand in the cookie-jar that is my career. I want out, but I want out right. No point burning the bridge of anyone who'd helped me out in the past or future. That isn't good business, that's how you end up alone, working as a deadbeat merc.</strong>” She slumped forward, her chin on the bar in a sort of deflation of the tension in her body. The chairs gently dropped to the floor as she regained control.<br><br>“<strong>Biotics are a weaponization of the mind, and of intent. How do you disarm a mind without killing someone? How do you stop someone bringing a mind into a conference with a PoI? It's near-as-damn impossible to even detect a Biotic from a crowd, too. Perfect covert ops, and perfect for pulling out a Missile when the other guy thinks he's in a knife fight.</strong>” She had a strange love-hate relationship with her own powers. They had cost her much, but she'd made them her own. “<strong>Besides, you clearly haven't had an angry enough Biotic threatening to rip your skin off or whatever. You should have met my old Teacher. She was crazy in the best kinds of ways. Old Asari Justicar; complete bad-ass. That first line is totally hers.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-04-2021, 09:28:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/2b39afc8bb6705d211c24b2d08f36c9d.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th, December 2174 CE | Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> White top &amp; pants (https://64.media.tumblr.com/a74cdf4a2c6f7a862b9699e0a76ae391/tumblr_mqeknwNWDR1qcah0do1_r1_1280.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Mess Hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Late-Night Drink<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It was easy to let Drack's family and the way he spoke of them distract her from the misery she carried from the experiences on Reetix, the pictures bringing a genuine smile to her face and brightening her multi-colored eyes.&nbsp; A little warm spot bloomed in her chest at Drack's obvious pride and adoration for his children, and a blush matched it for heat when he noted that she would get along with them.&nbsp; It was flattering for a man who so clearly admired his children to assume that they would, in turn, admire <em>her</em> enough to want to befriend her.&nbsp; And, if she was honest with herself, there weren't many parents back at the Citadel who were thrilled by their children's association with Ambassador V'doris's wild offspring, so to feel that Drack would approve of such a friendship nearly prompted the tears that had been threatening previously.<br><br>Looking down, she stuffed her mouth with more of the delicious crepe in order to stave off tears, holding it between her lips and teeth as she used her hands to finally unscrew the cap on the bottle of alcohol.&nbsp; "Mur foffuhn aw-"&nbsp; She cut herself off, realizing she was utterly unintelligible with the crepe in her mouth, and waited until the bottle was open to remove it and lick custard from the corner of her mouth before trying again.&nbsp; "Your daughters, and granddaughter, are awesome, Drack.&nbsp; I hope I get to meet them sometime."&nbsp; That said, she hefted the bottle with one hand and tipped it to pour a mouthful of the strong liquor past her lips, eyes almost immediately widening and a shudder running through her as if she were struck by lightning.<br><br>"BLA-UGH!"&nbsp; She managed to swallow before popping her mouth open with a sound of revulsion and surprise pulled from the very depths of her soul, cramming the last of her crepe into her mouth to try and kill the taste and burn of paint stripper.&nbsp; The tears finally welled and rolled, two perfect fat drops, down over her cheeks, prompted not by emotion, but the involuntary response to having gulped a mouthful of turpentine.&nbsp; Setting the bottle aside, though not out of reach, she chewed her food vigorously and squinted as if she could will the crepe to counter-act the liquor and murder the poison she had swallowed before it murdered <em>her</em>.<br><br>Even once she'd swallowed, the color was still bright in her cheeks and she looked betrayed by life, but she couldn't resist pulling a half-grimaced smile from the stores of her humor banks and murmuring with a faint rasp to her voice.&nbsp; "S-smoooooth..."&nbsp; A giggle bubbled up briefly afterwards, but then she fell silent again, watching him cook and absently dragging the clear bottle of spirits back into her lap to hold comfortingly.&nbsp; The scent rising from the open mouth made her nose crinkle, so she offered the bottle out to him with both hands heaving a soft sigh.<br><br>"Coaf blew up, Drack.&nbsp; And like, half of my new friends are all hurt...and more of us totally coulda died.&nbsp; I was so fuckin' scared...Coaf...man, he's still down on the planet 'cause there wasn't big enough pieces left to bring <em>back</em>.&nbsp; I-"&nbsp; Her lower lip and chin quivered and she hitched a couple of breaths before hiccuping and reaching up to grind one fist against her eyes with a soft, angry grunt at her own stupid emotionality.&nbsp; "-I don't want no one to think I'm just some...some baby who can't handle going on missions and shit, you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>27-04-2021, 00:49:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“The war is going to happen eventually,” Drack grunted. &nbsp;“Just a matter of how many people get hurt along the way before it finally kicks off.&nbsp; Believe me, I know how messy a race war can get.”<br>He was too young to have served in the rachni war or the krogan rebellion, even though sometimes he wished he had, but he had looked into the cause and effects of the two wars and had the fortitude to confront the truth head-on rather than buy into either side’s narrative.<br>“All that’s happening right now is that everyone’s hoping that the batarians will get the message and that this time they’ll stop.&nbsp; And if not now, then the next time they do something and get smacked for it, they’ll learn.&nbsp; Everyone just wants to pass the responsibility on to the next generation, lying to themselves that it’ll be different this time around.&nbsp; Well, it won’t be.&nbsp; The batarians will just find new ways to get away with it, until finally someone has the guts to go and make them stop.&nbsp; And that’ll get really messy, because the batarians had more time to get clever.”<br>The batarians wouldn’t stop, just like the krogans hadn’t.&nbsp; He often wondered what would have happened if the krogans had been less outright aggressive with their expansion and tried to be more subtle about it.&nbsp; Found all the places that no one cared about or could be excused as ‘reclaiming pirate territory’.&nbsp; Galaxy would probably be theirs by now.&nbsp; Try as he might, he couldn’t find any joy in that thought.<br>&nbsp;<br>The old krogan chuckled when Flo brought up angry biotics, “Kid, I met the mother of my daughters on the battlefield.&nbsp; She was on the opposite side, and you better believe she was doing her damned best to kill me.&nbsp; On top of that, I’ve got an asari for an older sister and she used to be a Justicar.&nbsp; I have a pretty good understanding of biotics and what they can do.&nbsp; You want to know how to disarm a mind without killing someone?&nbsp; Stun grenades, sleep gas, a list of drugs that get nastier and nastier as you go down.&nbsp; I’m not going to deny that biotics have some strong advantages and they work really well in certain situations.&nbsp; But perfect?”<br>Drack shook his head and snorted.<br>“There’s nothing that’s perfect.&nbsp; Perfect would mean no chance of failure.&nbsp; But just because you can’t see the chance doesn’t mean it isn’t there, waiting to bite you in the quads when you’re least ready for it.”<br>He paused, “Or whatever turians have, I’ve never looked at that part of your biology.&nbsp; Mostly just studied where your major organs were located and any spots I should try to hit in a brawl.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“And what do political ramifications have to deal with you?” the old krogan asked plainly.&nbsp; “What do the competing egos of some old farts have to do with you?&nbsp; If a big deal is made about it, it’s them making a big deal out of it, you’d just be the convenient talking point caught up in the mess that they’re creating.”<br>Drack hated politicians and politics.&nbsp; They were worse than bean counters, since they treated lives like numbers.&nbsp; He wouldn’t argue the necessity for leadership and directing large groups of people to do the things that needed to get done, but half the time all politicians ever did was try to justify their own existence and paycheques to everyone else.<br>“Now, not wanting to dishonour and upset your comrades, I get that.&nbsp; Not wanting to burn useful bridges, that’s good sense.&nbsp; I don’t exactly understand the Spirits you turians like to talk about, but I get that it’s important.&nbsp; So, what does your cabal and Kabalim think of your situation then?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-04-2021, 00:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Late Night Munchies<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay <br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack refrained from chuckling as he took the proffered bottle of Everclear and set it on the counter.&nbsp; He had a feeling that it wouldn’t go well for her but he wasn’t going to stop her from trying it and finding out for herself.&nbsp; Walking over to a cabinet, he took out a glass and went to the fridge to fill it with orange juice before handing it over to Jay.<br>“That’ll help wash out the taste,” he told her as he went back to the flat top and finished using up the remainder of his batter with one extra-large wrap.<br>“Kiddo, you’re not a baby for feeling the way you do,” the krogan told her.&nbsp; “It just means your heart isn’t as beat up as the rest of us.”<br>Tending to his krogan sized crepe, he glanced over at the asari’s direction, “Think about it this way: what kind of person would you have to be to not be upset over that?&nbsp; No one should be walking away from what happened on Reetix without a heavy heart.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“You saw the thresher maw and now you’re rattled.&nbsp; Sounds pretty normal to me.”<br>Well, normal for anyone that wasn’t raised as a krogan, but it wasn’t a fair comparison.&nbsp; His species was simply built differently than everyone else.&nbsp; And even then, the first confrontation with the loss of a comrade still left it’s mark on them all.<br>“You were trained to fight,” he continued, sliding his crepe onto a platter and beginning to assemble it, “but it doesn’t look like you were conditioned to handle death like a soldier would.”<br>With his large crepe finished, Drack hefted it up and took an enormous bite out of it, grunting in satisfaction at the taste.&nbsp; He might have been working with some unfamiliar ingredients, but he still had it in him to improvise and figure out a way to make a great crepe.<br>A thick tongue licked away custard and whipping cream from his lips before he spoke, “I’d rather see you feeling too much than too little.&nbsp; Someone as young as you shouldn’t be as ground down as an old fart like me.”<br>&nbsp;<br>A few more large bites had him polishing off his crepe and the old krogan draped a thick arm over Jay’s shoulder, hugging her close.<br>“Reetix was an experience that has changed some things about you and revealed others things you don’t like.&nbsp; I think it’s worth taking the time to take an honest look at yourself.&nbsp; And I mean honest: not just seeing the things you don’t like but also the good things too, because they’re there.&nbsp; You need to show yourself a little grace, give yourself time to grow into the person you thought you were, or even better, the person you now want to be.”<br>Drack looked down at the asari solemnly, “In the end though, you do what you need to do to work through all of those feelings without feeling guilty about having them.&nbsp; Everybody’s ready to tackle their burdens on their own time, everybody has their own way of working through them.&nbsp; Some are better than others.&nbsp; Me, I like drinking and eating some home cooking.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“And if anyone gives you shit about it, I’ll track them down and break them over my knee.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>28-04-2021, 11:12:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Privacy<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Fae | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Viella smiled when the answer reached her, the fine notes of Fae's eager acceptance hanging in her thoughts like chiming bells. A nod followed, eyes locked on the pools of white light that marked the quarian's eyes. "I may need you for a long time yet," she said, and pressed a hot cheek against the cool hood partially covering Fae's helmeted face. <br><br>When asked when she should return, Viella thought a moment. "I will...hmm." Gently ushering the youngerr woman out of her lap and onto the bed, she rose and returned to her console, logging in once again and seeing that she had a slew of new emails. The highest in priority were those of Jackiro, Ashton, and Luus. The latter's was simply a clawed turian hand giving a thumbs up; a curt response to the request for a report on the mission but an affirmative nonetheless. The other chain of emails Viella would read, then begin responding to as she spoke. "Depending on the answer to this email, I may not be leaving quite so soon. You can stay here in either case. But, I must warn you that I will be watching an interrogation vid in a few moments' time, and it will likely be unpleasant to hear, let alone see. If you need to step out when I play it back, I will understand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>30-04-2021, 23:54:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“<strong>Who knows, maybe Third Time will be the charm...</strong>” She said, dry tone trying its best to simply dismiss the talk of war on the basis of it likely getting either uncomfortable or, more likely, heated. Turians and Krogans were both pig-headed enough to argue their side to the death, and both tended to have a big differing on opinions for the Krogan Wars. Neither side would claim they were in the wrong, and that the other side was mostly to blame. Truthfully, it was a messy situation.<br><br>If Turian's had an obvious outer ear, Drack would have seen Flo's twitch at the mention of his Justicar sister. Instead, it was a sort of stiffening of the shoulders, and a widening of the eyes that gave away her mix of shock, and of confused excitement. It was a sort of 'Blink-and-you'll-miss-it' reaction, but it was obvious to anyone who'd spent time with Turians. They expressed themselves a lot with their shoulders and their eyes; slouches and shrugs and little wiggles of the limb; as well as the way their brow furrowed, or their pupils shrunk. “<strong>Never said they were perfect. Nothing's perfect...Doesn't mean that I'm not trained to be deadly with it, and it's a lot harder to disarm a Biotic than a Sniper, or a Scout.</strong>” She wasn't trying to ask the obvious, but how could she not at least breach that question? Then again, she'd spent the last who-knows how long telling the Krogan to <em>stop</em> talking about his family. How did she sit through three daughters and a granddaughter without hearing about the Justicar-Sister? “<strong>As for 'Quads' that isn't a problem I suffer from.</strong>” She said, trying not to just blurt out what she was thinking.<br><br>Thankfully talk went mostly to politics. She shrugged a little at how quickly he dismissed the idea of the military and the Citadel brawling would be a problem, it was a cultural gulf that would take weeks to explain to an outsider. Boiling down the Turian's stubbornness ingrained into their literal Spiritual Belief would be a hell of a task. Instead, they could focus on the less complicated task. “<strong>Don't really advertise my thoughts to the Cabal; that complicates already complicated work. My Kabalim knows, and she supports it in her own way. She knows how complicated Turian Biotics are in current society. Some major spooks happened after the Emergence wars so...It's either working up the Cabal chain, or looking for an outside deal. At least a Spectre gets dental.</strong>” She chuckled a little at that, trying to make light of what was a very complex situation. She'd had this mental conversation a few hundred times by now. One surly Krogan who wanted to butter her up for a Still wasn't going to change that.<br><br>“<strong>Tell me about your sister? I was taught by an Ex-Justicar. She meant a lot to me. One of the reasons I don't march in lockstep to Daddy-Dearest are the lessons she taught me.</strong>” She smiled briefly, then frowned as she remembered a brief mention by the Boy-Scout Engineer of an Asari on board who'd shared that same Teacher's name. It was purely a coincidence, Flo thought. The equivalent of a Steve, or a John Smith.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-05-2021, 22:44:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack grunted dismissively, “Right, and my quads will magically turn into quints that make krogan females fertile.”<br>It didn't look like either of them held any optimism for the future in regard to batarian race relations with humans, or any other race really, so there wasn't any point to talking about it any more.&nbsp; Well, it wasn't any skin of his hump if things continued the way they were, just meant there would continue to be assassination contracts out there for him to pick up, taking out slavers and what not.&nbsp; Usually paid well and made for a story that everyone could enjoy when he told them to the kids.<br><br>“Sounds like your Kabalim has her head on right, just too bad she didn't boot your ass into gear harder.”<br>To Drack, Flo was over complicating the hell out of a situation that could really benefit from a few very simple solutions, but he put it up to one of the ways turians and krogans were culturally different.&nbsp; Maybe that was how a race liked to pass themselves out as sophisticated: over blowing an issue that shouldn't have been one in the first place and making things needlessly complicated.&nbsp; Well, Flo would figure it out eventually, or she wouldn't and be subsequently miserable for a lot longer than she really had to be.&nbsp; Which was a shame, because while he didn't like turians as a whole, individually he could take them as they came and the requisition officer was a pretty decent drinking partner.&nbsp; He had been pretty blunt with his viewpoints so far and she had been taking them in stride without complaint.<br><br>The old krogan sat up a little straighter, eager and proud to talk about his sister.<br>“She was pretty much the best damn old sister you could want,” he boasted.&nbsp; “Despite not having any krogan genes, she was definitely half-krogan at heart.&nbsp; Definitely had a temper during her maiden years, but she's cooled down over the years.&nbsp; I guess you'd say she matured.”<br>Still, he knew that somewhere inside of her was a young hellion waiting to break out and kick some ass if sufficiently roused.&nbsp; It'd be fun when it eventually happened and he'd be right there beside her, making the collateral damage just that much worse.<br>“Apparently our father was some krogan war hero.&nbsp; Wouldn't know, since I never met him, it was her and my mother who raised me ever since I hatched.&nbsp; I remember being carried around, swung around, biotically tossed around and just spent a lot of time together in general.&nbsp; She was the one who taught me to think for myself and be myself rather than just another follower.”<br>He grinned, “I'm still pretty krogan, but I chose to be that way because it felt right to me.”<br><br>“Then she up and left one day to become a Justicar.”<br>There was a frown, a sigh, and then a resigned shrug, “Well, it was what she wanted for herself, and I wasn't going to argue against it since I decided I wanted to be a sniper.&nbsp; Meant we weren't in contact for a long, long time, until one day she was done being a Justicar.”<br>Part of him was delighted that he effectively got his sister back, but at the same time, he knew that she hadn't exactly left under the best circumstance, and probably would have stayed a Justicar if whatever happened hadn't happened.<br>“She means the world to me, as important to me as my kids.&nbsp; She likes them too and they like their aunt and grandaunt, though thankfully none of them want to take after her.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 03:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15777548#msg15777548)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Worried f.w.b<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella D'aix | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>In truth, there was a comfortable <em>something</em> in the air as Viella began to work. The quarian watched with her head tilted off to the side, unable to quite put her finger on what that ‘something’ was, until after the second email was responded to. Then it became obvious: Viella trusted her. Trusted her enough to allow her to stay while she continued focusing on undoubtedly important things, and not once had she looked over her shoulder as if concerned that Se’Faema vas Jiko was up to no good.<br><br>With a smile beneath her helmet and a shift of her weight from one foot to the other, she was just as content to witness the asari doing what she did best.<br><br>“I’ll stay,” she confirmed, then scooted further back on the mattress which was far more spacious than the one she had been assigned. “You do what you need to do; I’ve plenty of soil samples to review that the doctor has collected. As exciting as your life can be, your <em>pet</em> probably doesn’t have the stomach for watching interrogations. I’ll be comfortable enough -and distracted enough- unless you say otherwise.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 04:50:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Privacy<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Fae | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Hearing Fae speak, Viella glanced at her over her shoulder and smiled. "I was hoping you would say that. This may sound strange, but having you near makes me feel at peace." She turned back to her work, or appeared to. With a closer look, Fae may have noticed the blush of purple at her cheek in profile. "I felt it a year ago, on that night, and it is stronger now."<br><br>Now it was her turn to feel a tinge of embarrassment. "I will wear headphones for this vid. And when I'm done I will attend to you immediately, my pet." The word had begun a tease, but now, after hearing it from Fae's mouth with such acceptance, simply hearing the word hang in the air set a familiar clench within her core and her heart racing. Then came the tingling twitch of growth at the apex of her thighs, a feeling she put her focus into ignoring. <br><br>Fae would be her pet, and together they would play, but first came business and propriety. She would start the video, but only once she was sure Fae had nothing else to add in the meantime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>08-05-2021, 23:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“<strong>God, I wish it was as easy as you make it out.</strong>” She said, as much dismissing her own situation as Drack's offered 'solution.' Perhaps it was, and she was too stubborn to admit it, but the thought of magically going AWOL while abandoning everything she'd ever known, endangering several of her closer associates, shaming several of her mentors, and gestating a turf-war between Council and Military branches of Turian nobility - all for the sake of sticking a middle talon up in her father's direction – made it clear in her mind that Drack was just the sort who talked for the sake of talking. He didn't have a magical answer, because there wasn't one. <br><br>Not yet, anyway. That was part of her motivation for being here. If she could prove herself here, and present a reasonable case to the Military branch – even if that meant going around dickhead himself – then she'd be able to start moving her life forward.<br><br>Focusing on the Justicar talk, Flo found herself smiling as the Krogan began to talk like a downright fan of his sister. Florinthia was thankfully not drunk enough to admit her near-obsession with Justicars, but she was curious about the Asari that the Krogan described. She sounded like a decent woman, and something he mentioned had her wondering if Asari of differing parentage looked different. What was her old mentor's parentage like, she wondered?<br><br>“<strong>It's funny; I used to read about Justicars as a kid. The magazine: Justicar Heroes? I basically didn't stop collecting them until I joined the Cabal.</strong>” She'd lost touch with her collection around that time, although she still read up on the publications via Extranet. “<strong>What's your sister called? Maybe I read a few of her stories?</strong>” It was an innocent enough question. She had no reason to assume that there was anything to worry about, and if she was someone particularly famous then maybe she could try and swing an autograph from Drack. Wouldn't be the craziest story ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-05-2021, 03:48:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Second in Command, Security<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Date:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Lulus’ quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> After work drinks.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It took about as long as she expected, but not as long as she feared. Depositing the unconscious batarian in the med-lab didn’t raise too many questions- most people were occupied with the surgery on the doctor to pay her any mind, although she did make sure that Ipako was seen before stepping out the door. The med-tech who began to take vital signs and ask his questions about the state of their prisoner only received a shrug of her shoulders and the simple explanation of, “It was a nasty fight down there on that moon, and there were questions that needed asking.”<br><br>She didn’t share the fact that the severed spinal cord came from the salarian, or that Aria T’loak quite possibly had Ipako on her radar. All she did was assign some guards to keep watch, wished the staff well, and proceeded to have the awkward email conversation with one Aria T’loak, ex-fling and Queen of Omega. Someone not even Ashton wanted to fuck with.<br><br>After the exchange, she wrapped it up with an updated email sent to V just to keep the asari in the loop. (Justicar-Spectre, because of <em>course</em> that woman would break every glass ceiling that could exist.)<br><br>By the time she took a quick shower and started to change clothing the message from Luus came through. Ashton pulled a simple cotton t-shirt over her head and proceeded out of her room, making her way up the hall until she reached the correct room. Then she knocked, and let herself inside as soon as she received the clearance to enter. “What are we drinking?”<br><br>Ashton closed the door behind her, then locked it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-05-2021, 04:06:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus' quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Morale Boost<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Cleaned and better bandaged, all he'd had to do was wait. And in that time, he gathered up a couple of cigars. Plus a pair of shot glasses he doubted they'd need. It was good to look prepared anyway. Either than this, he booted up his hologame console to screw around a bit in some first person shooting game the humans had made. It was repetitive, but fun enough.<br><br>He was just exiting a match when the knock came at the door. "Come on in!" he called as he shut off the hologram screen and set the controller down on the foldable dark wooden table, just a few scoots away from the bottle, the glasses, and the clipped and unlit cigars. <br><br>Then, the door opened, and in came Ashton, looking just as tough and lovely as she had covered in blood. But this time she was pristinely clean; a fact he knew he'd have to rectify. "A little something called 'tequila.' I hear it's strong."<br><br>He lifted the cigars from their place laid across an ashtray on the table. "Clipped yours for ya," he said, gesturing for her to take to chair opposite his and offering up the cigar for her to take. Then came the lighter. "You know they say this is a waste of good oxygen levels. Somethin' about it being unhealthy for the lungs too. I ignore that part." As he lit his cigar, he breathed in the scent of it and his mandibles rose with glee. It had been too long since he'd relaxed with one, and after a day like this he certainly could use it.<br><br>He leaned it, lighting her cigar next, before lifting his to his maw, capturing its sides in his mandibles, and sucking in sweet relief as his icy blue eyes met hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-05-2021, 04:48:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Second in Command, Security<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Date:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus’ quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> After work drinks.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>There wasn’t much to look at in his room, it was practically a mirror image of the one she had claimed as her own, with the exception of his personal touches. She didn’t have a gaming system, for instance. A console didn’t come standard with Citadel missions, even when you ranked up as high in security as she now saw herself. But that did make her wonder what sort of perks V ended up with as a spectre… she’ll have to drill the asari on that, later.<br><br>“Tequila? I didn’t know turians could drink this stuff.” With those words, Ashton plopped herself down in the chair beside Luus, tossing one leg over the armrest, as lopsided as her grin. “Are you doing body shots? Turian’s don’t have belly buttons but I can get creative.”<br><br>Then she picked up her cigar, puffed on it as it was lit, and only after the first stream of smoke escaped her lips did she finally sigh and begin to slouch. As unprofessional as she might have appeared, part of it was a well-orchestrated act that she had fine-tuned over the years. Everyone underestimated the ‘slacker’ of the mix.<br><br>Ashton took another deep puff, this time exhaling the smoke into rings -mostly to see if she could still do it. “If anyone bangs on the door to complain, I’ll tell them to fuck off. There are two people who outrank me on this ship; one is unconscious. The other is probably sitting in her room on the computer watching the interrogation tapes.” The human shrugged her shoulders, then swiveled her head to smile wide at Luus, reaching over with her free hand to pour them each a drink. “Besides… that’s what hydroponics is for. But if you’re that worried about lung health, we can get some cardio in to make sure everything is up to parr.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-05-2021, 05:21:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus' quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Morale Boost<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>With a sly wink, he reached down and lifted up a different bottle full of similarly liquid. This one was labeled in his own language, however. "This one's mine. That one's yours. Have to keep them separate somehow," he said with a light, flanging chuckle. Taloned fingers gripped the shot glass she'd offered him and slid it toward his side, but clearly he had no intention of downing it. "Tell you what, this one you use to get creative. And this," he lifted his bottle, uncapping and tilting just so and letting his long, slithering tongue slip inside to gather some of its liquid on its own. Then he tipped the bottle a little more, took a swig, and gulped down the dextro-amino based fluid before fixing her with a teasing look. "I'll lick off of every pretty inch of supple skin this tongue can reach."<br><br>As she relaxed in her chair, so did he, leaning against the table with an elbow propping him up and laughing delightedly as her soft lips formed an 'o' and guided the exhaled smoke to do the same. He was impressed, and showed as much with a bow of his head and a cock of his left mandible.<br><br>"Ha, good to know, 'cause it's gonna get loud in here," he responded when she mentioned how easily she could make sure they weren't bothered. "You know, I love a woman with power; authority; toughness," his eyes narrowed into a smolder of glinting blue, "especially when I get to see how it meshes with my own. Or struggles and either falters or wins out. Either way, it's all good fun." He lifted his bottle to clink to whatever she chose to drink out of, then took a couple more swigs for good measure. "Cardio, hm? Why don't you start by showing me how creative you can get with that tequila? It's gettin' stuffy in these clothes anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-05-2021, 20:17:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack snorted, “I never said it was easy, I said it was simple.&nbsp; There’s a world of a difference there.”<br>Simple and straightforward could be very hard to pull off at times, but he vastly preferred it over complicated.&nbsp; Complicated was never easy and it usually made his head hurt working through it.&nbsp; However, Flo didn’t seem too terribly inclined to take his advice, and well, that was her prerogative.&nbsp; It was fine to use your head, but you could think too much and end up delaying what needed to be done.&nbsp; He didn’t believe in magic solutions that solved every issue: sometimes a person just had to throw their hands in the air, take action and roll with the consequences.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be pretty, it wouldn’t be easy, but it inevitably had to be done.&nbsp; The krogan mentally shrugged.&nbsp; Well, she’d figure it out eventually, assuming she survived the mission.&nbsp; It was hard to say if any future ones would have a better result compared to Reetix.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh, you’re one of those Justicar fans aren’t you?” he said, shaking his head in exasperation. &nbsp;“I read one of those magazines once, just to see what the fuss was about and because it mentioned my sister.&nbsp; Wanted to see what she was up to.”<br>Drack motioned at Shegane for another drink before turning back to the turian, “I put that down real quick.&nbsp; That was not my sister on that page, and when I asked her about it later, we had a good laugh over some drinks.&nbsp; It’s not too different from old krogans swapping war stories from the rachni wars and krogan rebellions: half of it is fake and the other half is exaggeration.&nbsp; But then everyone likes a good story, and Justicar adventures make good stories.&nbsp; Not a bad hobby to have, pretty harmless unless you’re a young asari with big dreams and no idea about how things really work.”<br>&nbsp;<br>He cocked his head to the side when Flo asked for his sister’s name.&nbsp; Drack might not be the brightest person on the ship, but he had a ton of experience, and he saw the signs easy enough.<br>“You want to know her name?” he asked, crossing his arms.&nbsp; The krogan nodded his thanks at the bartender when she handed over his drink, though he didn’t pick it up right away.<br>“That life is behind her now, and if you ask me, holds some hard memories for her.&nbsp; She might be my older sister and can still pack a punch, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be protective of her.&nbsp; Before I tell you anything else about her, I want to know why you want her name.”<br>More than likely it was going to be something like wanting an autograph.&nbsp; However, sometimes fans were crazy and handing out Viella’s name might lead to stalking or other insane behaviours.&nbsp; He knew Kasha had to deal with that, so he wasn’t going to let his sister experience the same thing, not after what she had been through, whatever that was.&nbsp; He could at least do some screening for his sister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 22:52:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“<strong>Hey-hey, emphasis on 'Used to.' I'm not trying to creepily stalk Justicars around like some lunatic.</strong>” Flo said, shrugging off the thinly veiled insinuation in Drack's voice. She had a lot of respect for the ranks of the Justicar, and she still secretly wanted a couple of them to give her an autograph, but that was only the elite. The special ones. “<strong>You seem smart, I hoped I wouldn't have to spell it out for you.</strong>” She said, her mandibles clicking as she smirked at the older patriarch. He'd seemed so on top of his game when he thought he had all the answers, so she silently took a moment to act smug despite how little right she had to. She'd certainly dropped all the hints that he needed. <br><br>“<strong>You know how they say it's a small galaxy sometimes? It's gotta be even smaller when it comes to Ex-Justicars, right? I guess I just wanted to know if your sister and my teacher were one and the same.</strong>” She shrugged it off, like it was the most natural thing in the world, although she did immediately undercut that but finally tapping her finger on the bar and signalling for the Asari behind it to slide her another drink, which she did.. “<strong>I owe a lot to that woman, and I wouldn't mind showing off for her one last time. Turians might not be long lived as 'em, and I know some Asari just see the universe's other species as a giant kid's camp of flashes-in-the-pan, but I wouldn't mind proving that her time spent with me wasn't wasted.</strong>” She smirked a little, the haze of her biotics vibrating slightly. It was a different sort of rumble, like the flexing of a muscle. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>27-05-2021, 00:51:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Florinthia<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack snorted at Flo, “I am smart, it’s why I still haven’t said her name.&nbsp; You think this is the first time someone’s tried to get info out of me by acting like they’re already in the know?&nbsp; I was an old merc before your great-grandfather met your great-grandmother; I’ve been around to see a lot of different tricks.”<br>He’d been made a fool of before when he was starting out.&nbsp; Several times really, he hadn’t been a particularly smart krogan.&nbsp; But he had survived all of those times, learned from them, and went from a not-smart krogan to an experienced one with a rudimentary sort of cunning.&nbsp; A different kind of smart.&nbsp; And that meant that when someone tried to dance around a particular topic or just dropped hints without actually saying anything, that was the time to go into complete lockdown.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Look, it’s great that you respect your teacher, I can tell you honestly love her.&nbsp; And it’d be a nice surprise if it turned out your teacher was also my sister, I’m sure she’d love to find out if that was true.”<br>Knowing Viella, she’d probably be over the moon, though she’d do her best to hide it under an act of serenity.&nbsp; Something, something will of the goddess.&nbsp; And if he had to be honest, Flo probably was her student.&nbsp; But he wasn’t going to settle for probably.<br>“But see, I love my sister,” the old krogan stated plainly, “and I just want to do my part to make her ex-Justicar life as smooth as possible.”<br>Would his sister appreciate what he was doing?&nbsp; Eh, he didn’t really know.&nbsp; But since he had never asked her what he should do if someone claimed to be her student, the safest thing to do withhold any more info for now.<br>“Tell you what, you tell me your teacher’s name and I’ll honestly tell you if that’s my sister or not.”<br><br>“And hey, if it turns out your teacher and my sister are the same, I’ll find a good bottle of turian brandy and we can celebrate it alright?”<br>Flo being Viella’s student would practically make her family, though less like a daughter and more like a slightly annoying niece who still managed to be at least tolerable and occasionally likable.<br>“I’ll even go out of my way to get some nice turian takeout or something, so you get something good from a professional dextro chef, since you don’t trust my cooking,” he offered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>27-05-2021, 01:43:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>&nbsp; Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 21st, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck | Galley<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Chatting, Stomping Off.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>While she was sure it wasn't intentional, something about Drack's attitude was just...rubbing Flo the wrong way. Perhaps it was the way he constantly revised himself. Perhaps it was the way he seemed to lord his age over her, like it made him better than her in any conceivable way. Perhaps it was just a quirk of her lifestyle of being told by old men what to do, and how to act, and which way she should think. Maybe it was just her own stubborn nature, but she grabbed the drink as it was slid over to her and downed it. The entire shot gone, Flo stood up, pushing the stool out behind her.<br><br>“<strong>Know what? I'm good.</strong>” She said, feeling a pulse of frustration manifest in her own biotic powers coating her feet. A subconscious desire not to be here anymore, like she might throw herself away from the situation. “<strong>I'm tryin' to do something nice, but fuck it. You can take your secrets, you can take your control over me, old man, and you can shove it.</strong>” Flo baulked in annoyance, mandibles flaring as she pushed past the Krogan. Alcohol, stress, and her own hang-ups were catching up with the Turian, who felt infinitely more and more like the Krogan wasn't trying to help her vent, and was just trying to put himself at the centre of the conversation. She wanted to be alone? He interjected.&nbsp; She wanted to brush off his overfriendliness with some light conversation? He starts pulling out the hypothetical baby photos, and gushes about his family. She tried to guilt him into leaving? He starts trying to act like her damn shrink! The one time she tried to be open and friendly and honest? The first thing he did was try to take control of it. Just like he would...<br><br>“<strong>I'm going to my quarters. Email me if your still gets enough people on board, and I'll reconsider it.</strong>” She said, focusing on business to curtail the many, <em>many</em> bitchy things she could say. “<strong>Try to do something nice, reconnect with someone, make fucking casual conversation but noooo~ only him whose allowed to over-fucking-share.</strong>” She half-grumbled, half-hissed to herself as she stomped towards the doorway. When she got to the door of the mess hall itself she flung it open, slamming it behind her with the dramatic zeal of a true diva.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, mid-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-05-2021, 00:40:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Medbay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Visiting Hours<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It was late into the evening when Drack made his way to the medbay, his footsteps soft and quiet despite his large bulk.&nbsp; No need to trample around when most of the crew were asleep, and he especially wanted to avoid Ness if she was still up.&nbsp; He had no idea how she’d take if she found out he was paying Kandok a visit to see how the battered krogan was doing.&nbsp; There had been too much going on yesterday for him to check, whereas tonight seemed like a good time to see if his friend was out of critical danger or not.&nbsp; As much as he looked down on Kandok’s lack of intelligence, he was still a decent friend and he owed the other krogan a visit.&nbsp; He didn’t bring any alcohol with him; it was a guarantee his friend wouldn’t be in any condition to drink even if was somehow conscious.&nbsp; Instead, he carried a thermos in one hand and what looked to be a lunch box in the other.&nbsp; Neither of those were for Kandok.<br>&nbsp;<br>The door to the medbay slid open as Drack walked in unannounced and he was completely unsurprised to see that Sam was still up.&nbsp; He had heard that she hadn’t taken any rest since the end of the mission on Reetix and it was looking like he had heard correctly.&nbsp; Glancing down at her leg, it didn’t take a genius to figure out it wasn’t fully healed, but she still insisted on doing her duty.&nbsp; It was admirable, even if it wasn’t doing her body any favours.<br>“Heard you were still up, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to pay Kandok a visit,” Drack said as the door slid closed behind him, “I made sure I washed up and disinfected myself before coming here.&nbsp; Krogans are sturdy, but he’s so beat up he probably has the immune system of a quarian right now.”<br>He knew how important clean was in a hospital environment, so he had made sure to scrub himself down thoroughly.<br>&nbsp;<br>He held up the thermos and lunch box he was carrying as he looked for a place to put them down, “Also thought I’d bring you a drink and something to eat, help keep you company in the lonely hours of the night.”<br>Finding an empty seat, the old krogan placed his bundles down on it.<br>“Got you something called tea and some fruit.&nbsp; Would have brought you something more substantial, but I don’t know what condition your stomach is in, so light and digestible it is.”<br>If she had been working non-stop since yesterday, heavy foods were likely to sour the stomach.&nbsp; She didn’t need to be puking her guts out or camping out in the bathroom on top of hobbling around on a bad leg.&nbsp; Hot tea and some fruit should go down fine if taken slowly.<br>Drack looked around the room, “So, where is the old fart and how’s he doing?”
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