ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }
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				Title: <strong>ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-01-2021, 23:41:12</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/56332f0c5ade7d51f1329311c5e26ba1.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]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, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 01:05:12</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/b2fcd6feefdce5c01b3d04208277f4ef.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mh6duof.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">It's where engineers like to hang out and tinker.</span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/430362d85dde403f4dd3b9b5f904d6ec.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/6TfCzhZ.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">For storage of excess supplies, of optional equipment, and a hanger for vehicles that may be required for future use.<br>But if you clear the floor in the hangar, there is plenty of space for anyone who wishes to spar, workout, or even play some games. Earth 'football' has been growing in popularity.</span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/c6b28958b44f5e05e637975719a90222.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/qJUzFBb.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">For calibrating.</span></div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210217/dc84e389dea9f2cc647cd7bceec5b5e3.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/eBFIO7i.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">An isolated wing of the ship that studies samples and live specimens, in hopes for better understanding the spores, and finding a cure.<br>Only accessible with the proper security clearance and a full-body scan. </span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-01-2021, 04:40:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ZRoDUdc.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Asari Councilor, Tevos Araeus<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob Sinclair<br></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/2ldSuQB.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Salarian Councilor, Tus Penin<br><br></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>The councilor Tus Penin had both hands neatly folded behind him, keeping him balanced as he rocked back and forth on his feet, humming a catchy tune that wouldn’t leave his head. It wasn’t from any specific source; not an Asari poem, a turian ballad, or even the fresh soundwave that the human race had so recently introduced. It came from his heart, it pulled his mouth upward into a smile, and while the music was a joy for the old Salarian, what brought him true <em>delight</em> was the uneasy glances and nervous attention cast his way.<br><br>Authority had that effect on people, creating a guilty cloud that fuzzed their minds and made them think ridiculous questions. ‘Is he here for me?’ ‘Did I do something wrong?’ No doubt these civilians were playing in their minds every small discrepancies and misdemeanor that filled them with guilt. It amused him. Penin was getting old. He was 37 in fact, and even though the frantic buzz of activity and his music left him smiling, his mind wandered to the days of his youth, and the adventures he lived through which ultimately brought him here as their councilor. <br><br>“You’re a sentimentalist,” Tevos spoke, chiming in with her own thoughts from behind him. The Asari joined the Salarian, and for a time they both stood by watching the crew shuffle around with last-minute adjustments. “Thinking back on the ‘good ol’ days?”<br><br>“Delighting in the added productivity with our presence. That Asari over there tripped over her feet when she saw me watching. Blushed the loveliest shade of red as I winked at her.”<br><br>“And causing her to trip and stumble leads to added productivity, how?”<br><br>“Determination and pride. She was embarrassed. Doubled her load next time. Was more careful where she was stepping. See? Since we were notices, it has shaved off six percent of expected time to load the spacecraft.”<br><br>The corner of Tevos’ lips tugged upward, but she didn’t give in to the smile that sat so freely on the Salarian’s face. Instead, she left his side to approach the loading bay, eyes scanning until they landed on the human she was looking for. She spoke to Sinclair directly.<br><br>“You'll be away from friendly docks for some time; do you have everything you need? Is everything in order?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>27-01-2021, 21:23:53</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<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>&nbsp; Dark Green overalls with oil stains.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Preparations for departure<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span>Councilors Tevos Araeus, Tus Penin.</strong> <br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The human in question stands by a set of crates wearing a worn set of overalls stained with oil, omni-tool flared up, and running, incoming messages by the dozen on display. His attention not even shifting from the displays, one of which is showing info-stream coming from a floating eyebot that hovers inspecting the many boxes.<br><br><strong>"That depends, councilor, entirely whether or not you are prepared to tell me where are we going?"</strong> His answer loud enough to be heard, but not by much. His hand moving to poke on a checkmark on of the info-screens next to a list item, then his yellow cyber eye zooms to a new part in the info-displays. <br><br><strong>"And since I'm assuming I'll find out that part after we've departed and are beyond communication range with the citadel,&nbsp; the answer is no. I can't possibly bend the laws of physics enough to fit in everything we need."</strong> This is the point where he finally tears his attention from the omni-tool's displays and towards the roof, hand setting itself on his hip, his good leg tapping on the metal floor. <br><strong>"But, we have enough supplies to last four months, six if we ration, and enough weaponry start a turian style border skirmish. I am confident we'll manage."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Sink's attention snaps to the still present omni-tool, then head turning immediately after towards the cargo bay at a Drell setting down a crate. <strong>"Medi-gel to D3 not B5."</strong> His attention and face finally shifting to the two councilors. <strong>"I wouldn't mind getting an extra million credits on my account, tho?"</strong> A human or someone versed in human expressions could easily spot the tell-tale signs of jest on his request, including that playful smirk on Jacob's lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>29-01-2021, 23:54:13</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> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Making His Presence Known<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Councillors, Sink<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>There was a loud and sudden belch from the side before a gruff voiced boomed out, “So, this is the Kalanhai? Seems a bit small.”<br>Standing to the side of the group, out of immediate line of sight, was a krogan clad in dark grey combat armour. At slightly above average height, he towered over everyone around him, which wasn't all that unusual.&nbsp; What was unusual was how most people hadn't noticed his presence at all until just now, as evidenced by the many startled and shocked workers around them.&nbsp; Though armed, he didn't carry the usual armaments typically favoured by his species.&nbsp; On his left hip was a sheathed krogan war knife, the blade over a foot long, on his right a pistol with a modified grip to fit his hands and slung on his back was a massive sniper rifle.&nbsp; At his feet were two large and apparently durable cases, given the scorch marks and bullet sized dents on them.<br><br>What stood out the most though was the flask in his hand, the strong scent of crude and powerful alcohol not so much wafting out as it was annexing territory.&nbsp; The krogan took a sip from his flask.<br>“This thing better have quarters big enough for me, or else I'm going to be very angry krogan throughout this mission, and no one wants to be in tight spaces with an angry krogan.&nbsp; We tend to make room.”<br>Taking another sip from his flask, he looked at the two councillors and the human before grunting, “So, where am I dropping off my belongings and when am I being told what's going on?&nbsp; The credits were good enough to get me here without asking too many questions before hand, but now that I've gotten here, I can tell something is weirder than normal.&nbsp; You don't hire krogan unless you expect trouble, and you don't hire me unless the trouble is exotic, and that makes me curious.&nbsp; The ryncol has been keeping me distracted, but I'm starting to run low and if I don't get any answers before I sober up, I'm going to find them.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>31-01-2021, 09:48:18</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> Saying goodbye and making first impressions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Drack, Sink, Councilors<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Arriving on the Citadel for the first time was an awe inspiring experience. Namir had seen some impressively large ships while working as a mercenary, but nothing on the scale of the station. His eyes were wide, taking in the breathtaking views and a few asari that were dropping him off laughed at his response. He ignored them, he knew they didn’t mean anything by it, they often found his reactions to things funny. Being the only human on the crew on the Lucenara did make him the object of quite a bit of curiosity, even years later. <br><br>Unfortunately for Namir he did not have much time to enjoy the station. He had just enough time to arrive and get his affairs in order before they left. He turned from the window and looked at the asari in the shuttle with him. They had become dear friends, no, family in the time since they had taken him in after his parents died. He felt a swell in his chest. He was going to miss them. He cracked a smile knowing they would miss his ‘weird’ human ways. <br><br>Namir’s mind drifted to the task at hand. He was curious exactly what the mission would entail, but the mystery of it only made him more interested. The payout was almost alarmingly high. Almost. He knew he was capable enough to handle whatever came at them. Though, if they were hiring him they were expecting trouble. Not many people were desperate enough to hire a human biotic given how recent of a development they are. <br><br>He was gently shaken out of his thoughts by the shifting of the shuttle coming to a stop on landing bay 43c. He took a deep breath, pushing away his nerves, and rose from his seat. He gave his fellow crewmates tight hugs goodbye and promises to see one another again. With one more solemn goodbye, he grabbed his bags and set off on his own.<br><br>The trip to the dock where the Kalanhai was a minor journey in and of itself. The sheer size of the station made it surprisingly easy to get lost in, especially one’s first time there. It took him over an hour longer than it should have to finally arrive at his destination and he could feel hunger already gnawing at his belly. A downside of being biotic, almost always hungry. He was glad that he messaged the quartermaster before arriving on the Citadel about his elevated caloric intake. Even for a biotic he had a large appetite. On the Lucenara the asari would often make playful jokes about how ravenous humans were. <br><br>When Namir saw the Kalanhai, he was curious to see the inside and picked up his pace. He had never been on a salarian vessel before. He ignored the busy bodies loading the ship and made his way up and onto the bottom deck of the ship. He paid little mind to the others on the deck, he figured they all had a reason to be there, but when his eyes landed on a krogan he stopped and couldn’t help himself from staring. <br><br>This krogan was the first one he’d ever seen in person and, oh boy, the vids did not do them justice. They were just absolutely <em>massive</em>. He stood there for probably a moment or two too long before he became aware of his own gaze and recomposed himself. It wasn’t polite to stare, and if they were going on this mission together he’d have plenty of time to see what a real life krogan was like. If the stories were true it was going to be wild.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>31-01-2021, 19:48:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ZRoDUdc.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Asari Councilor, Tevos Araeus<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sinclair and Drack<br></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/2ldSuQB.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Salarian Councilor, Tus Penin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Namir<br><br></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>Answers weren’t forthcoming, at least not out of Councilor Tevos’ mouth. She regarded the human Sinclair, the Krogan, and then analyzed the overall mood of those making last-minute adjustments before their departure. For most, it was ‘business as usual’, the type who didn’t ask too many questions and who just wanted to earn their pay. Those who played a more direct role within their mission were already being informed of the fine print up at the Citadel Tower, but that wouldn’t be a long-term solution and it wasn’t intended to be a final one.<br><br>“Details of this mission will be shared with all of you, but there is a time and place for these things, and here and now, in the docking bay of all places, wouldn’t be it. You’ll have to hold on to your patience -and your ryncol, krogan- a little longer.” That should have been sufficient. She was the councilor and they were hired for a job, it was as simple as that.<br><br>At least it should have been, but the introduction of new species was always a delicate balance of giving and take. And it always left other species feeling dour as a result.<br><br>The salarian councilor took this time to approach the human Namir. His long robes sweeping around him only seeming to accentuate the salarian’s old age. “First time seeing Krogan is always memorable. Would recommend not getting on its bad side.” The councilor extended his hand, more familiar with human customs than his colleagues. “Councilor Tus Penin. Pleasure to meet you. Welcome to the Kalanhai. Comfortable accommodations and style meet efficiency and deceit. You’ll be in good hands.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 14:17:25</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> Kalanhai | Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Preparations for departure<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Councilors Tevos Araeus, Tus Penin. Drack, Nami(r) <br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>With council being just about as talkative as the rumours told, Jacob shakes his head amusedly. Then the loud krogan's belch bringing forth a reaction of quick hand-movement to his throat to try and avoid throwing up there and then from the overwhelming stench of the Krogan's RyncolTM quality breath. <br><br>Managing to overcome and swallow his surprised reaction of the cheap-stuff, he re-engages the cybernetic arm's omni-tool, waving the gleaming construct towards the two to scan them quickly before receiving the info-display onto his augmented eye. And now that Councilor Penin has made it his mission to greet the human, Jacob proceeds to -reluctantly- approach the Krogan instead.&nbsp; <br><br>"Welcome aboard Drack, Krogan habitat is prepared mid-deck, room 31." His omni-tool vanishing from view, as he conjures up a smile, forcing the appearance of disgust off of his hairy face. "Weapon and armor workbenches can be found over there," a quick raise of the mechano-arm towards the engineering bay to the side, "if you got any questions, ask ahea-" His sentence coming to a sudden stop, attention shifting as a hand raises to ear to press down the speaker in there, while his cyber-eye turns opaque.<br><br>"Copy that. Double check Thanix mountings, Spectre still en-route. Just don't disassemble anything." Jacob's eye brightens and his attention returns to the krogan, continuing where he had left off at&nbsp; "If you have any questions, ask ahead." Now waiting for any questions he has before settling in to his room. Or until something else demands his attention again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 19:58:24</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=329029.msg15736704#msg15736704)<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 | Cargo Bay <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Making himself obvious, and getting to know his fellows. Briefly greeting the Councilor's and gauging their reactions.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Namir, Councilor Penin, Councilor Araeus, 'Sink', Drack, OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Curiousity.<br><br>It was as strong a motivator as the Salrian could hope for, as he watched with interest the comings and goings of the ship. Two Councilors, a pair of Humans, and a Krogan, of all things...As well as an additional cadre of at least two of his fellow STG members, a smattering of Turians, and the odd Asari. One in particular was a delightful shape of blue, tinted red by a flush of embaressment and the huff of overworked determination.<br><br>Despite everything, he was glad to seem like an anonymous busybody on the ship. He had been brought in to assist with a STG mission, mostly under the pretense of being observed by a Spectre. It was the one tidbit of information that he had over most others, a valuable arrow in his quiver. Eventually – and knowing that he likely hadn't escaped the astute eyes of Councilor Penin – he would have to present himself. He decided it was best to rip the band-aid off, especially considering there was a Krogan on board. Krogan had propensity to discriminate against Salarians for Genophage. <br><br>...Hard to call it unjust, but the needs of the many outweighed the few. Many races would be able to thrive on the planets that a rampant Krogan population needed to sustain itself, and Krogan were not exactly species known for improving galactic community in a meaningful, non-bug squashing way.<br><br>He stepped away from a few of the Salarians he'd essentially used as a cloak to blend in with, and looped his arms behind his back in a formal pose. The tall blue Salarian moved with a silent gate, standing at psuedo attention next to the Black-garbed human who was shaking the Councilor's hand. “Ah, so this is the human hand-shaking custom I read up on in the most recent behavioural analysis brief. Fascinating way to express greetings and attempt to form mutial respect; while also posing as a challenge of strength. Would not be surprised if custom caught on with Krogans.” <br><br>He glanced over at the Cybernetically enhanced Human, head tilting slightly at the augmentations. '<em>Wonder if those augmentations are considered an unfair advantage in human society for ability to unfairly enhance grip strength?</em>' He cleared his throat, moving his eyes up to the Human's face instead. “Hello, am willing to posit questions if you are asking for them: How are the ship's cloaking and jamming capacities? What is the top Relay-less speeds acheivable by ship, in case of firefight? What is procedure for disembarking onto planatary or Space Station-based excursions?”<br><br>After asking his barrage of questions, he paused for a moment, blinking before remembering his manners. “Terribly sorry, Non-Salarian customs dictate I lead the conversation with either my name or a quip. Name is Jackiro Indiri. STG. Pleasure to make acquinatance. Why did the chicken exit the theatre?” He paused for a moment, as if giving people time to answer before finishing the joke. “Because it was a production of Hamlet, and there was a murder most fowl.”<br><br>After a moment, the Salarian smirked, before nodding at the Councilors. Plesantries aside, he wasn't sure just how much more he should announce of himself. Councilor Penin would know who he was, and if he wanted to air that laundry, that was his right and privilage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-02-2021, 03:05:08</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> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Making His Presence Known<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Councillors, Jackiro, Namir, Sink<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>Hearing Tevos's response, there was a brief sneer before Drack guzzled the remainder of his ryncol.&nbsp; He wiped his mouth with the back of his gauntlet and then rattled the now empty flask.<br>“I guess you need to get me more ryncol then,” he stated.&nbsp; Most people wouldn't cheek a councillor, but anyone who knew what krogan were like knew they were unruly as a default.&nbsp; Drack personally didn't have much respect for the position, and if they booted him now because of his behaviour, it wouldn't really matter to him all that much.&nbsp; The credits got his attention for sure, but he didn't need them either.&nbsp; Just being able to annoy a councillor made the trip over worth it in his mind.&nbsp; And he already had his question partly answered anyways.<br><br>Before he could say anything else, he noticed a pair of eyes of him and he turned to look at the human that had briefly stared at him.&nbsp; The krogan's expression softened, going from complete belligerence to just grumpy.<br>“Got a good look?&nbsp; You want to get a closer look at the bottom of my boot?”<br>As threats went, that was mild for the krogan, almost a normal hello.&nbsp; He let Tus Penn continue talking with the human as he brought his attention back to the other human who seemed to be doing some actual work.<br>“A krogan working on a salarian vessel.&nbsp; Who would have ever guessed?” he grumbled. &nbsp;"Room 31.&nbsp; I hope that's the last one in a row.&nbsp; I don't want to be caught in a pincer."<br>There wasn't much else he wanted to know, he could find out later, so he started to walk past the man before stopping again when another salarian voice pipped up.<br><br>It didn't as a surprise that there would be salarians on the ship.&nbsp; The ship was their design after all, even if it was retrofitted.&nbsp; He just didn't want to think about being around them was all and now he got a sharp reminder of that fact.&nbsp; Drack was going to have to find someway to make ryncol on the ship, there was no way he would be able to do without.&nbsp; Find the fine line between having just enough to distract him and engaging in a drunken rampage.<br>“Do we have a still?” he asked the human with cybernetic limbs.&nbsp; “Or at least parts to make a still?&nbsp; If not, let me know now so I can get the parts before we leave.&nbsp; I don't want to be completely sober for the duration of this mission.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>02-02-2021, 21:27:33</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 - Crew Quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> trying to make conversation and getting ready for a long trip.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jack, Drack, Councilor Penin<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>His eyebrows went up in surprise when the salarian in front of him introduced himself. He had not been expecting to meet a councilor ever, let alone on this mission. What had his captain gotten him into? Whatever it was, he was excited to see why she didn’t clue him in on much. She did not do much without a reason. <br><br>“Oh!” He looked down at the councilor’s hand for a moment before reaching out to take it in a respectful manner. “Thank you for the welcome. I am Namir Sedef, biotics specialist.” As he introduced himself, the krogan he had been looking at made his displeasure known. Namir glanced towards him and couldn't help a small smile creep onto his lips. He wanted to fight that krogan some time, just to see how much he’d get his ass kicked by the huge alien. <br><br>When another salarian joined the conversation he remembered himself. He had been holding the councilor’s hand the entire time. He then promptly let go of the salarian councilor’s hand. Namir turned his attention to the newcomer, hoping to just slide past any embarrassment that might have been there. “I guess you could say that about it.” He paused and gave it a moment of thought. Was it a test of strength? He felt it was more about a test of character. When he went to posit this idea, that moment he had paused to think the salarian had already moved on to speaking with another human. He shook his head and chuckled quietly. <br><br>He returned his attention to the councilor who nodded to him and bid him goodbye. He got his crew quarters assignment and made his way there. The ship was so different from the Lucenara. It took a little bit, but eventually he found his room. It was weird having his own room again. He hadn’t had one since his parents passed away. <br><br>He took a deep, deflating breath. The reminder of his parents took the wind out of his sails. He did his best to distract himself by unpacking the gear he brought with him. Whatever this job had in store for him, he was excited to see it through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-02-2021, 21:13:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ZRoDUdc.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Asari Councilor, Tevos Araeus<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/2ldSuQB.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Salarian Councilor, Tus Penin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro<br><br></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>Penin’s laugh was more like a surprised hiccup. Just two varying pitches in tone, one bounce of his narrow shoulders, and a pleased upward tugging of each corner of his mouth. “Relating to the human with familiar analogies and classic display of humor; clever. Most would find comfort in that.” Penin nodded his head in greeting to the other Salarian, then just for fun, he offered his hand out for a shake. <br><br>“Gorot II Heranon Mal Dinest Got Penin Tus.” A flash of a grin. “Around humans long?”<br><br>“We don’t have time for this right now, Councilor Penin.” To no one’s surprise, the asari Councilor Tevos stepped forward and placed her hand on the salarian’s shoulder, which was immediately received with a firm nod.<br><br>“Quite right. Places to be. So much still to do. Get caught up with customs sometimes: hobby of mine.” Everyone needed a hobby.<br><br>Penin politely bobbed his head before turning away and making his way back down the rampart, while Tevos turned elegantly on a heel and disregarded the rest. The crew still had work to do, and the councilors needed to return to the citadel tower to ensure their timely departure was realized.<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210205/0a4e836c1cf3fd76a74cd30647132414.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>06-02-2021, 10:55:14</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> Kalanhai | Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Preparations for departure<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Tus Penin. Drack, Nami(r), Jackiro<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Rafael getting soon flooded with inputs from the late arrivals, his senses darting from the scary ass krogan, promptly ignoring the classical bully-powermove of physical threat including quip, and switching attention to the quite wordy salarian arriving and taking most of his scope as he proceeds to give him a scan with the omnitool, and nod at the ever eager one.&nbsp; Hearing the salarian utter out a joke, that sends the man's left hand on his belly with an attempt to suppress the surprise laughter, failing miserably and he lets out a laughter, long enough to distract him from speaking.<br><br>It takes some effort for him to re-straighten his posture and wipe his mouth to the back of the cybernetic arm. "Damnit,&nbsp; man, caught me off-guard there. Technical brief will take place immediately after command staff briefing. Or you can get the tech specs off your console, according to your designation, you should have access to that. You'll find your quarters in room - " This is when his attention turns briefly to the krogan asking for parts for a still. <br><br>"Have you tried the bottom of your boot?" Giving the Krogan the best customer service smile he can muster, before turning to look at the salarian again. "Room twelve is reserved for your use. Humidity and temperature should be set to salarian preference, but feel free to fiddle around until you find your ideal." His earpiece makes a racket enough for a finger to find its way on to it, to finish listening, and he nods, turning attention to those left behind, speaking once more.<br><br>"Spectre on board, if you excuse me, I have to get this bird ready to fly in 5. You'll have to find out the rest on your own, or meet me up at tech-brief. Good luck." With that, Rafael the cybernetically enhanced man walks off to the engineering bay, omni-tool flaring up, him summoning up drones to proceed taking care of minor tasks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 15:16:32</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=329029.msg15736704#msg15736704)<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 | Cargo Bay <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Continuing Introductions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> "Sink", Drack, <br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>With the council member doing nothing to comment on his status, Jackiro insinuated that to mean that he was meant to follow standard STG protocol and not make a big deal out of his role. Instead, he respectfully bowed his head in the direction of the council members and watched them leave. Once that was done, the Salarian absorbed the various responses from the Humans in the room, as well as the non-response from the Krogan. Animosity was to be expected, but outright shunning was a pleasant surprise. The response was perhaps a little petty, but at least it was not destructive. It could be a constructive relationship, perhaps. He turned to the Krogan briefly, speaking out before the larger, brutish creature left. "Would recommend addition of human alcohols to ryncol; Try Cherry Gin. Apparently helps make taste more pleasant, although cannot offer personal experience. Heard from Drell associate." The Drell in question, a contact from a few years back, was a fatalistic individual, and had a tendency to binge ryncol when he finished missions to 'feel alive.' <br><br>Admittedly, the same Drell had recently entered permanent hospitalisation status due to Kepral's Syndrome; so perhaps he wasn't the best example to follow?<br><br>Turning back to the Augmented Human, Jackiro smile grew broad as his Omnitool beeped in recognition of receiving a new bit of information. His room number and the technical information were now available, and that was a pleasant surprise indeed. He pulled up the statistics and began to read, talking to Jacob all the while. "Delightfully efficient. Glad to have made your acquaintance. Didn't catch your -"<br><br>He looked up just in time to notice that Jacob was gone, having decided to attend to his duties instead. The Salarian frowned for a moment, blinking a couple of times as he glanced at the Krogan who had not left, and then shrugged. "Oh...well then, best go see if I can't acquire moment of Spectre's time. Good day." He began to walk away, shaking his head and scratching the back of his twin-spiked crown as he moved. "May have to adjust logs on Human customs; member of species did not offer name. Alternative hypothesis, Engineer is rude? Will keep in mind..." he began to walk, moving in no particular direction as he decided to meander in the direction of his room. If he was in luck, he might discover someone interesting on the way; although mostly he was just going to wait for the inevitable briefings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 20:01:20</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> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Making His Presence Known<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro, Sink<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Hearing the cybernetic human's retort, Drack guffawed in his deep gravely voice.&nbsp; Maybe this mission wouldn't be as bad as he thought.&nbsp; If he decided to put the human's head through a table, he'd make sure it was at least a thin table first.&nbsp; Though depending on what else got replaced with metal, maybe he wouldn't have to be so choosy.&nbsp; He could always test the human first with a headbutt.&nbsp; That such an action might be considered overly hostile didn't occur to the krogan, he was used to doing things at his own pace.&nbsp; Most of the crew looked to be non-human and most people had a general understanding of what his species were like.&nbsp; If the humans on board were unused to krogans, well, they could learn through trial by fire.<br><br>The salarian got a grunt for a response.<br>“Anyone making a cocktail out of ryncol shouldn't be drinking ryncol,” Drack grumbled as he made his way deeper into the ship, making sure to go in a different direction than the salarian.&nbsp; Which, in a way, was true. Most people shouldn't be drinking something that only krogans could take multiple shots of and not destroy their livers or cause them to vomit profusely.&nbsp; If someone needed to cut it to make it survivable, they shouldn't be drinking it in the first place.&nbsp; Ryncol would be wasted on them.<br><br>Thinking about drink, the krogan hurried towards his room.&nbsp; He might be out of ryncol, but maybe something could be scrounged up somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-02-2021, 01:01:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix<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><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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sword Kata<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 center of the spacious room had been cleared of cargo, and in its center stood a tall feminine form. From her profile one could see the thin line of an ages old scar reaching from her crests to her cheekbone, and inches away from said scar was white glow of her eye. She dressed in red and black armor that fit and protected her form, but not so much as the thin aura of biotic energy that wisped from her outline in places. This energy coalesced at her arms, where gloved hands held firmly on the hilt of a finely sharpened blade. She may have seemed to any onlooker like a statue touched by blue flame; the depiction of a warrior Goddess.<br><br>Then, she moved.<br><br>With a calculated step, the rest of her body followed through, slicing her blade through the air with a whistle warbled by the force of biotic energy that covered and strengthened the powerful cut. Then, she took the next steps of her kata, and with every slash, biotic energy danced anew along her weapon, vanishing into the ether when her strike was done. No energy was expended that did not need to be. No time wasted on excess flourish. She was precise, and in her precision lied the elegance of her movements.<br><br><em>After this, meditiation</em>, she thought as she rent the air like so many unseen foes. Physical exertion, then calm contemplation. It would ready her for the difficulties of meeting her new allies. It was far too easy to be off-putting, or to frighten by reputation alone. An expected cost of hundreds of years of service to the Code, but a heavy one to recover from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>19-02-2021, 03:45:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Ka-thunk.<br><br>Kal'Solon set the barbell back on the rack and sat up on the bench, sweating inside of his suit as his arms lightly throbbed from exertion.&nbsp; He was situated in a corner of the cargo bay, where a space was set aside for a workout area.&nbsp; The equipment here was far better than what he had in his apartment on the Citadel, and he was tempted to try and figure out a way to steal it once the mission was over.&nbsp; It'd be difficult as hell to get it all to fit, but he was willing to give it a go if it meant he could use something that wasn't made out of leftover parts and cobbled together.&nbsp; Although he was being paid well for this mission, he could never hold on to credits for very long, and well, free was free.&nbsp; Maybe he could request it as a post-mission bonus of some sort, since he didn't see the salarians leaping at the chance to keep it on board and he wouldn't be playing into the stereotype of quarians being all thieves and scavengers.<br><br>As he disinfected his water bottle before taking a drink from the straw, he thought he heard something strange coming from the centre of the room.&nbsp; A vibrating sound of some sort.&nbsp; He was going to dismiss it at first, but soldier instincts kicked in and he got up from the workout bench.&nbsp; While he had been exiled from the fleet for some time, old habits died hard, and a strange sound on a ship wasn't something he could ignore, not if he wanted peace of mind anyways.&nbsp; It had taken him a long time for him to get used to the particularities of his apartment, and even then, he was still woken up at night when there were strange noises or weird silences.<br><br>Heading over, and getting ready to defend himself with his biotic abilities if he had to, Kal'Solon was treated to an asari dancing with a blade in her hand, biotic energy flowing like water.&nbsp; He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was inferior to her in that regard, and while being honest with himself, just a little jealous of her power.&nbsp; The quarian wasn't a slouch himself, he had to be damn good if he wanted to survive life as a vanguard, but he was also good enough to know the gap between their abilities.&nbsp; If he had to guess, the asari was at least a few centuries old, somewhere in the matron stage or older if he had it right.&nbsp; That put her somewhere around ten times his age or more, which translated into a lot of experience and time to train.<br><br>Kal'Solon was polite enough to wait until she was done before knocking on a nearby crate.<br>“Ma'am,” he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-02-2021, 06:14:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9WwNj8B.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nello Dreis<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Virologist<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> Containment Lab -&gt; Outside Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Finding his way | Listening to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue (to enter)<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>At one of the few workstations within the highly sterilized Containment Lab, a figure stood bobbing his head as he wrapped up his part in the equipment setup. His lips, covered by a protective mask which was itself barely noticeable beneath the hood covering his nodding head, moved in sync with the lyrics flowing into his ears from the headphones hidden neatly away and feeding his dopamine levels.<br><br><em>"And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you<br>You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use!"</em><br><br>He existed in a little rapture of his tapping and rhythmic movement. Small enough not to distract his colleagues entirely, or so he thought. With a mind focused on setting up lab equipment and a body lost in song--or was it the other way around?--he didn't notice much of his surroundings.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I got a taste of love in a simple way<br>And if you need to know while I'm still standing..."</em><br><br>"You just fade a-way!" He couldn't help but sing those last words aloud, even if he couldn't exactly tell how loud he may have been. In his mind it was a harmless whisper. <br><br>He finished up as the song entered its chorus, and this left him in a strange position. His body told him to dance and sing, but his mind, now free from the monotony of unpacking, had become hyperaware of the virologists around him. Without so much as a wave goodybe, he'd slowly slip out of the lab, into the full body scanner and decontamination hall leading out of the room. As his body was sprayed and cleansed in a mist of spray, he finally allowed himself to dance in a playful sway as the chorus gave way to the words <em>"I'm still standin'!"</em><br><br>Once the process was complete, taking enough time for the song to finish, repeat, and reach the same chorus, he slipped off his mask and stowed it away in his personal holding space. His step was quick as he exited the lab. Rigid. Until he reached the bottom deck halls and concluded that he was alone again. At that point, a musical swagger entered the walk. <br><br>He just moved, directionless, his eyes falling closed and memories of dancing wildly playing with perfect accuracy in his mind.<br><br><em>"Once, I never coulda hoped to win<br>You starting down the road, leaving me again<br>The threats you made were meant to cut me down<br>And if our love was just a circus,"</em> <br><br>"You'd be a clown by now!"<br><br>Again he sang aloud, his voice a throaty, rumbling, and multilayered sound. A sound a certain crewmate would hear in the moments just before the wiry drell crashed directly into her...<br><br><em>"Don't you know I'm still standin', better than I ever did..."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-02-2021, 08:07:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix<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><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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sword Kata<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kal'Solon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>There were footsteps. Heavy. Rushed. <br><br>She broke from her forms in a way that may have gone unnoticed to those unfamiliar with them, performing a ninety degree pirouette which placed in good enough position to watch, briefly, for the incoming unknown from her peripheral vision. <br><br>A quarian. A surprisingly large one at that, and clearly male. What worry fueled his rush seemed to have gone by the time his bright white eyes met her own. That was good, and more than enough for her to continue her forms without interruption. If he needed her, he could call to her and she would oblige whatever curiosity dwelled on his mind.<br><br>No words slipped through his filtered mask, however. Not until her kata was complete and the thrum of resonating biotic energy ceased. She stood firm as she sheathed her blade, and once it was secured safely, she stood and met the quarian's eyes. The white glow of hers faded, transforming her gaze into a verdant, focused one; seemingly fierce by nature. "Formalities are not necessary. We are allies, as I take it." He hand dropped from the sword's sheathe, leaving it secured to her hip as she turned to fully face the man. "You may call me Viella. I am in charge of keeping this ship and its contents secure." Whether or not that included keeping its people alive could have been left up for debate, but perhaps that was for another time.<br><br>"And you are?" Were he human, she would have reached out a hand to shake, but she was inexperienced with the quarian race. Her sparse knowledge revolved around their weakened immune systems mainly. It was only a hazarded guess on her part that they may not be fond of touching others in simple greeting, even through their environmental suits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>19-02-2021, 21:01:06</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> Armoury<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Talk Shop<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Maxine<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>With a large and heavy case in hand, Drack happily made his way to the ship’s armory, a slightly menacing looking grin on his face.&nbsp; He didn’t pay any attention to the various crew members who hastily got out of his way, and would have likely barreled them over if they didn’t.&nbsp; If they tried something, he would notice, not the first time he was the target of an assassination attempt, but everyone seemed to be wrapped up in their own little projects, of which he had little interest in.&nbsp; The krogan had a decent amount of tech knowledge and could perform rudimentary repair and maintenance, but he wasn’t a scientist or an engineer.&nbsp; While he could break into some electronic security systems on his own, and had a device that helped him with more complex and intricate ones, that was about it.&nbsp; A long time ago, he listened to some engineers talk about machinery, material science and a bunch of other probably important concepts.&nbsp; It gave him a headache, which made him grumpy, and then he gave them a headache in the form of a headbutt.&nbsp; Once the fighting was over and he was no longer in solitary confinement, everyone just kept their distance from each other.<br>&nbsp;<br>Weapons and armour though, that he could listen to all day.&nbsp; He always made sure to keep updated on the latest in combat related technology and terminology.&nbsp; They were the tools of his trade after all, and ignorance or falling behind could lead to a very bad time out on a contract.&nbsp; Drack was a brute, but he wasn’t a dumb brute, dumb brutes didn’t make it past seven hundred.&nbsp; So, he learned and prepared.&nbsp; As usual, he had brought his own equipment, basically special grenades and ammunition, as he couldn’t count on being adequately supplied by his employer.&nbsp; Two large cases might seem like a lot, but depending on the length of the mission, there was the possibility of running out, leaving him to use whatever was in stock or scrounging what he could, not an ideal situation.<br>&nbsp;<br>However, the Kalanhai had its own armorer on board, which significantly changed things.&nbsp; Sure, the armorer was the other tiny human female, but she was apparently highly sought after, and that was the only thing he really cared about.&nbsp; If she was capable of manufacturing more of his special equipment, then he’d be a lot less concerned about running out.&nbsp; They’d need raw materials for it of course, but that was a lot easier to get a hold of than already made goods.&nbsp; And if she could improve or upgrade what he had, well, that made her someone worth getting to know better.&nbsp; Being able to spend time talking shop about weapons and armour would make the mission a whole lot more interesting whenever there was downtime or a wait.<br>&nbsp;<br>Walking up to the armoury, Drack slammed the door control button without knocking first and stepped inside.<br>&nbsp;“Maxine, I wanted to talk with you,” &nbsp;the krogan announced as he placed his trunk down.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I’ve brought some of my gear down, figured you could take a look at it and I’d listen to what you had to say.” <br>Inside the trunk was a selection of grenades and ammo.&nbsp; Aside from the usual high-explosive grenades, the krogan brought with him incendiaries, and flashbangs that were designed to work on creatures that didn’t have redundant nervous systems.&nbsp; For ammo, Drack had standard, disruptor and armour-piercing rounds inside.&nbsp; He had more than just that, but he wanted to start with the less rare gear first.&nbsp; The truly special gear he could bring down later.<br>&nbsp;“I also wanted to know if you did upgrades or custom jobs.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 01:32:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“I’ll work on that ma’am,” Kal’Solon replied, his tone implying a smile. &nbsp;“But no promises.”<br>“Kal’Solon, vanguard and ex-marine of the Migrant Fleet, though Kal is fine.&nbsp; I’m not in charge of anything, I just do whatever I’m told to do,” he introduced himself.&nbsp; The quarian didn’t offer his hand in a handshake, instead opting for a casual salute that was polite enough as a greeting without being military strict, the kind of salute that would have gotten him screamed at back on the fleet.&nbsp; Good riddance really, he was glad to be away from them and they were probably glad to be rid of him.&nbsp; He moved to stand at an equally casual at-ease and then looked at the sword she held.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Don’t see many of those these days,” he commented.&nbsp; “That for business or hobby?”<br>Kal’Solon was genuinely curious, not being familiar with anyone who used a melee weapon as their primary armament.&nbsp; He was used to close quarters engagement, but those usually involved shotguns, pistols and the butt of a gun if it really came down to it.&nbsp; Bladed weapons didn’t feature much in quarian combat training for obvious reasons.&nbsp; Kal didn’t comment on the practicality of a sword, not willing to open his mouth on something he didn’t understand.&nbsp; Besides, he got a sense of Viella’s biotic power earlier, and if she made it this far with a sword, she clearly knew what she was doing.<br>&nbsp;<br>Talking about her training reminded him of his own training, and how he hadn’t finished his workout routine yet.<br>“Do you do any strength training at all?” he asked.&nbsp; At first glance, Viella had the sort of build associated with asari commandos, and he didn’t know if she did anything else as part of training with her sword.<br>“There’s equipment setup in the corner of the cargo room, all of it good quality.&nbsp; I don’t know if you’d be interested or not in working out?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 18:55:23</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">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Outside engineering hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Curiously following the music| Meeting others fast<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nello Dries<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>"How curious..."The light flutter of words barely escaped the xeno as the reflection of the visor obscured what expression she wore, shielded amethyst giving a mask(both literally and figuratively) of indifference had the figure not given away some of the astonishment she felt in her body language.&nbsp; Bowed hips lightly swayed with the graceful manner of flexing onto the tips of her toes, the cock of the quarian's head scanned along thoughtfully towards the various power boards and array of working parts that were much more sleek than what she was accustom to, the glide of a long finger brushing along a particular box that seemed to vibrate with power to earn a light coo in wonder. <em>*Buzz*Rue Rue are we getting closer to the engine quarters?*buzz buzz*</em> The familiar chirp of Min easily pulled the quarian from the gut reaction of tearing into the piece of equipment, it no doubt only a small fraction of what she truly wanted to familiarize herself with, but it was perhaps for the best. She was brought onto the crew for a reason so surely being caught fiddling with the ship's systems without introduction would be frowned upon, Rue getting her bearings back as she settled back onto the balls of her feet with a solemn nod. "Yes Min I believe from the outline provided it is just this way, I've never seen such spectacular hardware with my own eyes is all..."<br><br><em>*Buzz buzz* You're going to get in trouble on you first day Rue.*Buzz buzz*</em> The program chided back in Rue's ear, the pixelated visage of Min flashing across her face screen to signify it's reminder. Straightening further the quarian could only smirk to herself as she waved off the invisible force as though it were right in front of her, three pronged fingers flattening in a human gesture she had only read about, though actually acting it out had only been barely passable. "I'm not going to get in trouble my first day Min, I have much more respect for those aboard and only wish to-" Rue started half heartily in retort, the program much more maternal to herself these days and only wished the best for her clearly, then again being it's creator she had no one to blame for but herself; enough to only half listen to the program's nagging to instead&nbsp; have her senses perked by the most peculiar sound radiating off of the sleek walls of the corridor just beyond.<br><br>Was that...singing? Or at least an attempt of it? Curiosity getting the better of the quarian it was all too easy to find herself traveling the length of the current hall she had been fiddling with in quest of the mysterious sound, every practiced gait bringing her closer to the source of it all as Rue started to focus on the actual words reverberating. " A clo-own?" The single word was the final escape of any intelligent jargon as no sooner had the strange word left her lips Rue found the solid impact of a force taking the weight of her turn around the corner faster than perhaps either expected. The spontaneous crash of bodies colliding left Rue to more or less bounce off of Nello more than she expected to, idle curiosity leaving any stiffening of nerves to be absent to actually take a hit considering, well it wasn't like she thought she'd literally run into the source. Falling flat on her rear the hissing whine reverberated roughly in Rue's own ears within her mask, thankfully only narrowly missing a full on head butt with whomever she had the pleasure of running into so chaotically, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.<br><br>"Bosh'tet!" The swear soon followed the shrill of Rue's whine as the knock of her forehead against the shelter of her helmet made her eyes sting briefly, a careful hand moving to rest on top in an attempt to quell some of the dizziness as her eyes finally came back in focus. Sprawled out across the ship floor in a manner much like herself was a curious figure that for a moment Rue couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt far more solid than what she imagined a human would have felt, although as a humanoid species herself it wasn't completely out of the question. Pushing herself to a sitting position the quarian adjusted herself with a soft sound, Min already on the helm as the familiar buzzing in her ear brought her back into focus.<em>See? *buzz* You ran into a fellow shipmate...that's why you shouldn't run Rue Rue..*buzz buzz*</em> As much as Rue wanted to snarl back at the program however her focus was on the figure she had knocked over, moving to shift herself to her knees as she carefully reached out already reeling with apology.<br><br>"My deepest apologies! I did not mean to knock you down so violently, are you well? Can you stand? Do you need assistance? I can send for medical aide if you wish," The torrent of rushed words quickly left the young quarian as she hovered over Nello in gut wrenching worry, clearly far more worried for his sake than her own as she fussed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 07:04:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix<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><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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sword Kata<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kal'Solon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>His first response received no answer but a slightly troubled stare. It wasn't that she minded his show of playfulness; she just could not for the life of her find a fitting response to it. Fortunately, he followed up by doing her the favor, intentional or no, of providing a talking point she could cling onto. With the curl of a smile, she answered his fuller introduction. "We are both retirees then. I am an Ex-Justicar. I too followed orders alone, in a way.<br><br>"As for my weapon, it is a relic, just like I am." Her tiny smile widened, but a touch of the humor left her eyes. "Neither of us are less sharp for it, of course. I like to keep my skills honed, and my sword serves its purpose as it always has." At his follow-up question about strength training, she nodded. "It's important to use a variety of training methods, and I must admit it sometimes feels best to lift and throw using my physical strength. There is a primal sort of power to it that clears the mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 12:06:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nello Dreis<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Virologist<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> Outside Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Standing | Listening to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Truly, there was no way he could have seen this coming. In part because his eyes were shut, but also because, well, who would be prepared for a quarian helmet ramming their diaphragm mid singing (or 'throat singing,' as the humans called it)? With the cry of <em>'Bosh'tet'</em> buzzing through the air in feminine and distinctly quarian fashion, the figure took him down with her. A strange turn of fate indeed.<br><br>His hood came off in the fall, and so did his headphones, painting the air with the beat and muffled singing of 'I'm Still Standing.'<br><br>It took him some time to catch his breath after that well-place blow, and in that time he glanced idly at his fallen headset as his mind drifted to the irony of this moment, but his silence seemed to only fuel the quarian's concern. "I'm fine, don't worry," he said almost instinctually as he regained his breath. He then raised from his position (squarely on his ass) to a firmer squat on his haunches. He reached for her outstretched arms and as he rose, he helped her lift from her knees up to her feet. <br><br>"Trust me, I hurt myself more looking for a midnight snack--or trying on a new pair of pants." The second thing probably wasn't as relatable as the first, but hey, it was hard to find the right size when you were as big as him. If no one else could, his twin brother Nito could attest to that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>baadbaarbie</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 20:05:07</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> Armory<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Guns, guns, guns.<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><br>It was nice to work in an armory with a little <em>thought</em> behind it’s design for once. The area itself was still a touch ramshackle-- Maxine expected nothing less, considering the <em>Kalanhai</em> was more of a freighter than a fighter-- but at the very least the layout was intuitive. She easily zipped around the hexagonal tile atop a rolling chair, one knee tucked under the opposite leg as she slid from worktable to worktable. <br><br>Weaponry of all sorts shone proudly beneath the glow of bioluminescent lighting, locked behind well-polished steel caging until it was time for a firefight. Beneath work benches, crate upon crate of various equipment had been stacked and identified with tags; incendiary ammo here, scopes there, it was akin to being in a candy shop. <br><br>(She had set a drawer up for sweets, too, the key hung on her neck next to the one meant for the locker.)<br><br>She’d made some modifications of her own, naturally, in the few short days they’d been aboard. She’d started first by rigging the sound system to her omni-tool, an upgrade that she was sure the engineers could get busy kissing her ass over if they weren’t a fan. Bass thrummed throughout the entirety of the armory as she chipped away at a fresh set of welds, the crackle of sparks dancing in tune to the beat as they splashed across the tabletop.<br><br>They continued their merry little jive even as the door rattled open unexpectedly, music giving way to the telltale clatter of Krogan footfall. <br><br>Maxine didn’t so much as flinch, only leaning in closer to complete her handiwork as their resident assassin plopped his trunkful of goods down on one of her workstations.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Didn’t your mother teach you not to walk in on a lady wielding a prototype capable of slinging Singularities that could level even <em>your</em> sturdy ass?”</strong> <br><br>Only then did Maxine flip her visor away from her face, revealing a nearly imperceptible smirk. The Krogan had warmed himself to her somewhat with his headbutt stunt in the galley, earning himself a more amicable threat than she usually offered in greeting to those who invited themselves into her workspace. <br><br><strong> “Buddy of mine’s been working on this prototype since he got up close and personal with some Asari Commandos. Wouldn’t give me too many details on what that was like, selfish prick, but he did share this shiny new toy with me. C’mere, take a look while I survey your bounty here.”</strong><br><br>Plucking her helmet up and away from sweat-sheened forehead, she cradled the freshly modified pistol, passing it into Drack’s care with all the delicacy of a new mother handling an infant.<br><br><strong>“Wegner Arms M-490 GSP. Kind of a mouthful, don’t you think? Haven’t come up with something sexier to call it yet, but names were never my strong suit. It’s a little unstable still, but I wouldn’t be opposed to using it in a controlled scenario. Just finished making some changes that hopefully will help with some of the… er, quality control issues observed in field testing.”</strong> <br><br>Leaning over the trunk, Maxine plucked up a few of his grenades, turning them over gently before replacing them to their original spot. It was a standard kit to be sure, perhaps a little more <em>explosive</em> in variety than she usually expected. <br><br><strong>“Upgrades won’t be a problem, if that’s what you’re after. I’m working on diversifying our acquisitions network. You’d think being a council mission and all we’d have more universal access, but we’ve been stonewalled. Think they’re trying a little too hard to keep this shit under wraps.”</strong><br><br>She folded her arms and leaned back against the worktable then, smiling proudly down at her handiwork as Drack turned it over in his grasp. <br><br><strong>“Is there something in particular you’re after, or you just want me to make sure this is all ship-shape for you?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 23:11:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Viella wouldn't be able to see Kal'Solon's bitter smile.&nbsp; Retirees.&nbsp; If only he was retired rather than fed up.&nbsp; But he didn't feel like correcting the asari, since it would only lead to awkwardness and he'd much rather enjoy the chit-chat for what it was right now.<br>“If you'll excuse me for saying this ma'am,” the quarian replied, “relics are dead things and that blade of yours looked pretty alive from the way you were moving it.”<br>Certainly he wouldn't want to be at the business end of the weapon if he could help it.&nbsp; And unless he was reading things terribly wrong, it seemed rather important to her, more than just a weapon she happened to train in.<br>“I'm surprised you didn't question it when I told you I was a vanguard.&nbsp; Most people look at me like I'm insane when I tell them that.”<br><br>“And I like your thoughts on weight training.&nbsp; Let me lead you to the setup ma'am.”<br>Kal lead the way back to the corner of the room he had been working out in.&nbsp; While there were a variety of machines, he had been at one of the power rack stations with a bench situated between the safety arms.&nbsp; Sitting in the lift offs was a barbell with the weights he was using still on it.&nbsp; The quarian got back on the bench and laid down, firmly planting his legs on the ground as he grabbed the barbell.<br>“I just need to finish one more set and I'll turn it over to you,” he informed her.&nbsp; With a grunt, Kal'Solon lifted the barbell off and began his bench presses, each lift accompanied by a sharp exhale of breath whenever he pushed upwards.&nbsp; He did a total of seven reps before placing the barbell on the lift offs and then sat up, panting lightly from the exertion.<br><br>The quarian grabbed a nearby cloth and disinfectant and began to wipe the station down, making sure it was clean for Viella's use.&nbsp; Being in an envirosuit, there really wasn't a concern about his sweat being all over the bench, but his quarian upbringing meant being fastidiously clean as much as possible.&nbsp; Once he was done, he pointed at the weights.<br>“What would you like?” Kal asked Viella.&nbsp; “That's three hundred pounds right there.&nbsp; Would you prefer less or more?”<br>Helping her with the setup if she needed it, he gave her space to do her own bench presses.<br>“If you don't mind me asking ma'am, what's a Justicar?&nbsp; I've never heard of that before.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 08:22:45</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, Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Yoga pants, sports bra and a scowl.<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> Anger management and yoga<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus | CLOSED<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>It was quiet at this hour, so long as you were willing to overlook the hum of the power core and the other subtle mechanics of the ship. Reasonable people were turning in for the evening or chatting upstairs in the mess hall, but after her frustrating ‘conversation’ with Arcus, Samantha wanted to be away from people and somewhere more secluded. Somewhere that wasn’t her tiny room with its depressing prison-cell chic.<br><br>Figuring she had the energy to burn and stress to melt away, the young doctor changed into her workout gear and ended up in the cargo bay. It gave her a sense of space, it continued the illusion of isolated privacy and she had no problems reaching her hands high overhead or out to the side. She was able to stretch out, exhale her stress, inhale fresh determination and push the frustration and nerves out of her muscles. Slowly she unclenched her jaw, she felt her shoulders dropping and her blood pressure regulating. The view she had while doing yoga on the Citadel had been breathtaking and serene. Here, she had crates and boxes and webbed straps to keep it all in place. But at least it wasn’t her tiny room of the med-bay, about the only places she had time to visit since this trip began.<br><br>She moved into her poses with smooth transitions, eventually forgetting all about the deadly virus, the looming threat of maniacal Batarians, and even the most frustrating person she has met in years. No time to think about his disrespect and discontent when she was in downward dog. No time to think about his horrendous social skills when she was adjusting her stand into the Crane. Samantha closed her eyes and focussed on the peace and quiet, and not about how difficult he was making it for her to do her damn job.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 10:09:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drin wasn't a big fan of traveling, it always just felt like a lot of waiting around to get someplace, just to do a thing and then wait some more to get to another place.&nbsp; The in-between parts were great, but they never seemed to last as long as the traveling and waiting bit.&nbsp; Plus, there wasn't enough to <em>do</em> on a ship.&nbsp; Or, at least, the shit that needed doing she wasn't interested in.&nbsp; So, as usual, she was down in the cargo hold, moving around large, heavy crates and flexing those biotic muscles she was so proud of.<br><br>She'd considered pulling the crates <em>toward</em> her, and then letting go mid-way to train her dodging as well, but people tended to get upset when you threw their cargo around and dented their ships.&nbsp; So, instead, she thrust her hand upward, eyes glowing faintly with a pale blue light in their fathomless black depths as she sent the crate shooting toward the ceiling of the hold and then halted it just shy of making contact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 13:30:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix<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> 17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Gym Talk<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kal'Solon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>"I can see where you're coming from," she said in response to his take on relics. "I see them as items of historical importance; useful things despite their age. If only to certain people." As he went on to talk about being a quarian vanguard, a light smirk graced her face. "You seem capable enough; you are still alive, aren't you? I am not one to dismiss another warrior's methods. If I had more caution my life would have been entirely different. Maybe I'd be counseling Maidens on Thessia."<br><br>She would follow the quarian to the weight training station, and would watch, impressed, as he performed his set; a ritual of its own kind, of extertions and gains to the rhythm of whomsoever did the act. Notably he did this without someone to spot him. She wondered if this device was made to prevent suffocation and death should the barbell drop, if he would rely on his biotic abilities should in that situation, or if this was simply more risk-seeking behavior. She resolved to leave the question unanswered, and to spot him if need be.<br><br>He was as strong as he looked, however, and managed to finish without trouble. "Impressive," she called, smiling as he moved to clean the space and turn it over to her. And when he offered to change the weights, she gave it a few moments of thought before saying "200 should do."<br><br>As she moved to lie in place, observing his removal of weight and the thudding sounds they made when placed down, he fixed her with an intriguing question.<br><br><em>'Ah, that explains it...'</em> If he had known better, would he have been more wary or less. From what she was learning of him, it was not a simple matter to answer.<br><br>"Justicars are relics," she said, releasing a grunt of exertion as she gripped the barbell and lifted it. "They are powerful ones, but old and few." A hiss escaped her as she meticulously lowered the weighted barbell to hover above her chest. "They follow a Code; to the letter." She raised the bar in the same breath. "By all means necessary." And she lowered it again. "Failure to do so means death." She would press on, continuing her reps as she spoke more. <br><br>"It is difficult." Raised. "Sacrificial." Lowered. "I left with no regrets." And raised again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 13:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/b1/Luus_full.jpg/396px-Luus_full.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/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Look who we have here...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Even with his gaming system in hand (and even the trashiest romance and smut games he'd brought for it), boredom crept up on the turian veteran. It was with a heavy heart that he left his room with no idea of where to go or whom he should mingle with. By the sounds of things, they would be reaching their first mission destination in the next day or two, but until then he would have to entertain himself. Or, of course, find others to do it for him.<br><br>He resolved to head down to the cargo hold more on a whim than anything else. It seemed a good place to go to throw things around or to dance your troubles away, which meant that someone interesting statistically had to be there. Plus, it was one of the few places he hadn't been quite yet. One of the others being the Containment Lab, of course.<br><br>So he left for his near-randomly chosen destination. And what did he find but a familiar face with familiar glowing eyes, tossing heavy objects around. For a moment, it was as if no time had passed since their last meeting. He could still feel the phantom pain of a heavy wooden crate smashing into his head at high velocity as she and her client made their getaway.<br><br>"Well well well, I guess the Council's taste in hired help is as good as I thought," he called, mandible raising in equivalence to a grin. It may have been strange to most that he would meet a woman he'd fought against with genuine praise, but in his eyes, she'd earned as much when she proved her worth against him. It was far from a bad thing to have powerful rivals. "Looks like we're on the same side. Been awhile since a job <em>didn't</em> put us at odds." His mandible lowered just a bit, but a spark of playfulness entered his eye in the same motion. "Look out though, I aim to come out of this mission on top, as I often do, and primed for highest bidders. You can be the second baddest merc on this vessel."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 17:23:59</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">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Outside engineering hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> <del>Curiously following the music</del>| Meeting others fast<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nello Dries<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The mild panic that had settled in after vision came flooding back only made Rue that much more concerned for the figure she had oh so elegantly knocked the air out of, her petite stature seemingly lining up perfectly to do the most damage from the graceful run in with the towering being. With only the most basic of combat skills the quarian did briefly admire how the take down at least stunned Nello, even if it hadn't been her intention clearly, though perhaps it was more so on the part of the element of surprise rather than any real tactical use. Reeling in guilt the first utter of Nello's words only slightly dampened her worries for the callous knock down as the drell went as far as to help her up instinctively rather than remain a tangled mess of limbs, Rue quickly perking up to help shuffle herself back onto her own two feet with a sigh. "I had not meant to meet my fellow crew mates in such a way, are you sure you are well?" She'd muse still not as convinced as she should have been, although the curious source that had led to the fast paced meeting did briefly came back into play. The floating notes of music that had led her along as though in a trance rumbled through the air to perk the quarian's interest, the curl of a slender gloved finger hooking the fallen earbud to study before she drew closer to hold the strange device more akin to where her own ear would have been had it been visible.<br><br>"How curious..." Rue found herself mumbling for the second time in such a short span, for a moment unaware of how her demeanor could be interpreted while so captivated by the amusing device, and it's proximity to it's owner. <em>*buzz buzz* Rue...pay attention....manners.*buzz buzz*</em> Min was quick to interject themselves in the midst of Rue's curiosity taking over, the flashing LCD of the quarian's visor seemingly in tune with the realization as just as quickly she dropped the ear bud to take a respectful step back before straightening. The drell certainly was an odd one Rue had to admit as she gathered her bearings once more to further inspect the xeno in front of herself, thin arms moving behind herself to cup her hands at the small of her back where she was less likely than to try and be further rude than she already proved herself to be. There was humor in his tone which was something Rue could appreciate to lessen the anxiety of such an odd meeting, although the exact examples given did somewhat go over her head as the light cock of her head revealed some lack of comprehension. <br><br>"Do you make a habit of hurting one's self whilst eating? Is gathering midnight snacks a mission?" Rue mused back thoughtfully, attempting at some tact in response although she wasn't quite certain if it was exactly right. <em>*Buzz buzz* Introduce yourself Rue Rue, you haven't given your name yet...*buzz buzz*</em> The familiar crackle for a moment sounded more exasperated than what was perhaps intended, Rue almost certain the program was growing weary of herself in having to remind her of manners in the moment. <br><br>"Forgive me I am Rume'Zamin nar Folazi, if you would care to you may call me Rue however. I am a quarian mechanic on this mission, although I found myself lost before so rudely running into you. " Rue quickly introduced herself with a light bow of her head, straightening herself with some thought of presentation. "I have not had much experience in meeting other species such as yourself, you are a dell correct?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 20:16:37</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> Armoury<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Talk Shop<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Maxine<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack chuckled at Maxine’s threat, even as his gaze fixated on the gun she held in her hands.&nbsp; Other species might have been off-put by it, but for krogan, that was a show of strength which earned approval.&nbsp; And the occasional challenge.<br>“No, but if that gun can do what you say it can, she did teach me to kill, steal or buy one for her,” he replied with a toothy grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;“In that order.”<br>If it wasn’t for the fact that his mother was dead, and a long time ago too, he would have tried to bring one back for her.&nbsp; Something that could take down a krogan easily would have helped her protect herself in the female camp from other rival krogan clans.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it was too late for that but Drack had long since gotten over his rage and grief.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Your friend got up close and personal with some asari commandos and lived?&nbsp; Well, that means they weren’t trying to kill him then.&nbsp; Probably fucked a bunch, maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to say anything.&nbsp; I don’t know how reserved humans are about sex.”<br>Drack took the prototype from Maxine and handled it with care, as if he was being passed an infant.&nbsp; Of course, one didn’t immediately then look the infant over, inspecting it from every angle, and then try to get a feel of its balance.<br>&nbsp;“If you want stories though, I can tell you some of my own stories about asari commandos.&nbsp; Working for and against, take your pick, though any merc can tell you that just knowing they might show up means you’re in for a real pain the quads.” <br>He paused and directed his attention away from the gun to look the armourer up and down, &nbsp;“Do humans have four testicles?&nbsp; You only have two, right?&nbsp; &nbsp;Then it’s a real pain in the twins for humans.” <br>&nbsp;<br>The old krogan was unperturbed when Maxine told him the gun was still unstable, he was confident that he was tough enough and experienced enough to survive a malfunction, but the mention of a ‘controlled scenario’ resulted in a long pause.<br>&nbsp;“Wait, are you telling me you’d let me test this? ” he asked carefully, before chortling in a manner anyone who knew krogans would describe as ‘alarming’.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Heh heh heh, oh I like you.&nbsp; You’ve got a set of qu- pair of twins on you.” <br>Most people he knew wouldn’t have handed a krogan a gun that could apparently cause singularities.&nbsp; They certainly wouldn’t have then brought up the possibility of it needing testing.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure how much she knew about krogans and their reputation, but if she was willing to let him in on any experiments that needed to be done, he wasn’t going decline.<br><br>&nbsp;“Bah, council.” <br>Ordinarily he would have slammed his fist down on a table or punch a wall, but Maxine had been kind enough to hand him a piece of very deadly weaponry, so he didn’t want to damage her workshop at all. <br>Instead, he settled for angry grumbling, &nbsp;“Bunch of damn bureaucrats and politicians.&nbsp; They like to talk about the greater good and preserving galactic peace, but you’ll notice how when it comes down to it, they’re all about protecting their own asses first.&nbsp; They might allow species to have embassies on the citadel, but do you know how long it’s been since they’ve added someone onto the council?&nbsp; Centuries, and the last one was the damn turians.&nbsp; You’re smart to not rely on them.&nbsp; They less you depend on them, the better, since you can’t depend on them at all.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Further grumblings were halted when he was asked about any upgrades he had in mind.<br>&nbsp;“Nothing in particular, I wanted to check if you could make more of these, and see if you had any insights.&nbsp; I keep up-to-date on the latest weapons tech, and I know what most of the big words mean, but there’s a difference between knowing the words and making something useful out of them.” <br>He jerked a finger upwards in the general direction of his room.<br>&nbsp;“I have a second crate upstairs, with some of the really custom and hard to get stuff in there,” &nbsp;he informed her.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Figured if the stuff I brought down now couldn’t get made, no sense in bringing the rest.&nbsp; But if this is something you can do; I’ll stop by another time with the rest.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Looking at the gun in his hands, Drack had the krogan equivalent of a thoughtful look, sometimes synonymous with contemplating mayhem.<br>&nbsp;“You wouldn’t happen to know of a space that could be used for, what did you call it, a ‘controlled scenario’?&nbsp; Seems like a waste to wait around to see if those changes you made work or not, and you’d want someone with redundant organs to test things out in case things go wrong.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 00:30:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Her head jerked around and her concentration wavered, which meant the cargo she'd been holding wobbled and threatened to drop back to the floor.&nbsp; She turned back and focused to lower it into place as she spoke, her voice a low, rasping purr that vibrated slightly in her throat.&nbsp; "I'm glad to see that box I threw at you didn't damage that handsome face.&nbsp; I'd be real broken up about it, if it had."&nbsp; She finally settled the crate and lowered her hand, turning to face him with a smile curling her lips and a hand dropping to rest on her cocked hip.<br><br>She was pleased to see him, especially since they were aimed at the same goal this time.&nbsp; It meant she might finally get the chance to balance the books between them, and could stop feeling like she owed him something for taking out the sniper she'd failed to clock.&nbsp; They'd been on the same side that time, too, both hired by a mob boss with a vendetta.&nbsp; The whole idea was that using mercs would keep the guy's hands clean, and it had worked, but she'd very nearly ended up with a bullet through the brainpan.<br><br>Cocking her head, she rolled her eyes at his boasting, giving a dismissive snort.&nbsp; "Good luck with that, Luus.&nbsp; I plan on using this mission to leverage myself into something even more lucrative.&nbsp; I hear the Shadow Broker's hiring."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 01:46:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Look who we have here...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"You flatterer," he replied, his husky voice naturally vibrating across the room to meet her. "You know it will get you everywhere--well not <em>on top</em>." A chuckle followed, and he moved over to a taller set of standing crates to lean up against them, relaxed, and very pleased as she rolled her eyes. Then, she mentioned the Shadow Broker, and for a moment he would slip out of his cavalier space, a brow ridge rising and maw slightly opening in surprise at the information--and preparation to say something far too hasty. <br><br>"Heh," he responded instead, returning himself to a cool and collected state. "If that's really the case this time around, and not some overblown rumor. But either way, there's no reason not to act as if it's true." He pushed himself from the crates and approached her in a slow, confidant stride, blue eyes meeting her deep black pools. "I do love it when we challenge each other. It's always such a <em>thrill</em>," the natural rattle of his voice deepened on the final word, and perhaps it would serve well as a distraction from the bluish glow gathering at his arms. "Don't you agree, Drinny?" <br><br>With the name spoken, he called on his biotic power to lift the crate she had been practicing. It glided, twirling like an inanimate ballerina, over her head and towards him, where he willed it to tilt sideways before letting it drop onto the cargo hold's floor. Smiling, he planted himself atop it with a casual air that aimed to confidently mask any and all exertion his showing off brought. And of course it was accompanied by a waggling of his brow ridges in teasing fashion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 02:09:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nello Dreis<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Virologist<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 17th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon<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> Outside Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Standing | Listening to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"I hadn't planned on meeting many crewmates any time soon, so I suppose we're both in shock," he replied with the nervous sliver of a smile as he ensured she was well before doing the same for himself. "Yeah, I've got all my parts still," he joked, his smiled widening. But then she reached for his headphones for examination, and his expression became a mask of intrigue and slight concern, the latter slightly increasing as she dropped it. He wondered if she didn't like the music in question, or if she was simply put-off by it. "It's human music, by a Knight--or honored human warrior--named Sir Elton John. It's very catchy. And it's very interesting that human warriors partake in performance so diligently."<br><br>When she questioned what he meant by midnight snack, he looked confused for a moment, but her follow up statement made it all much clearer. "Oh, you haven't been off of the Flotilla long, I'm guessing," he said, not quite noticing how much he was talking for someone who considered himself a terrible conversationalist. Maybe it was due in part to how intriguing--and charming--her intrigue was. <br><br>"Midnight snacking is a human ritual, where they get up late at night to eat small portions of food. I think it's to calm them when they have nightmares. I do it because I like food and could not sleep at a decent time to save my own life. It is hard navigating in the dark, so I bump into things a lot." He nodded, pleased with his understanding and explanation of human custom as he'd learned it. So pleased in fact that he forgot that he'd forgotten to introduce himself. "Oh, forgive me too, Rue. I'm Nello Dreis. I'm a Virologist working over in the Containment Lab." He tilted his head towards the hall he'd just come from. "Hopefully the field teams will find samples for us to study soon so that we can get to work on creating a vaccine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 10:38:49</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">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Casual maroon t-shirt with loose black pants. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Quarters-&gt;Middle Deck-&gt;Armory<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting lost and acting sneaky<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> <br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>The first mission with a new crew was usually make or break. Namir had been on several mercenary team ups that went south and were not pretty. The crew of the Lucenara always came out on top, but it was still a concern. He had a good feeling about this crew, even with his recently broken nose taken into account. It was exciting to see so many other species. Sure, he was used to not being around humans, but he was surrounded by asari instead. One for another, but not one as diverse as this crew. He had to be careful not to stare at some of the more, well, alien ones aboard. <br><br>He rummaged through one of his drawers and grabbed three beige plastic-like rectangular containers, each about the size of a classic bar of soap. With those in hand, he turned and left his room. He had thought he knew the way to the armory, but after searching the deck he was on, he quickly came to the conclusion that he had no idea where it was. Oh well, it was as good a time as any to explore the ship while looking for it. <br><br>Now where would it be? He stood with his bearded face scrunched in thought before he figured it was probably on the bottom deck. That probably should have been the first place he looked. It’s where they disembark. He shook his head at himself with a bit of a snort before he made his way to the lower deck. He passed a few crew members with a nod, smile and a hello on his way to the armory. <br><br>Once there, Namir went to his equipment locker and casually unlocked it. Inside was his armor, that while not the greatest set, it was good quality that had seen him through more than a couple tough scrapes. It was also custom fit and had a modification that was in place of where most armors fit their shield generators. Since he could create his own, he had that spot converted into small storage units. Enough for about four rectangle boxes that he could put whatever would fit and then slide them into his armor. <br><br>These three he pulled from his special stash. He wanted to keep them a secret so they’d be a surprise for his team. The fourth rectangle was filled with something he had in mind for their team leader. Before putting the boxes into his armor he glanced around the area several times, trying to make sure no one was watching him. While Namir was a capable biotic and a decent shot, he was not a spy. <br><br>He looked around one last time and he waited until as far as he could tell no one was watching him. He pressed a hidden button on the side of his armor and four metallic plates shifted forward and up, then backwards revealing four compartments at his lower back, perfectly sized for the beige rectangles to slide in. Quickly Namir slid the rectangle containers into his armor. They locked into place and were pulled underneath the armor’s plating and the four pieces that shifted out of place faintly whirred back into their original positions, hiding any trace of the compartments containing his surprises.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 13:33:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813745972148043826/23464abe46635ce4ec51b13b04cb2f81.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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> -Not- downloading 1,334.6 TB of data.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Small, malnourished frustrating human<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He was pissed and it showed. <br><br>Now, he didn't understand what part of 'write down what you want to say' was so confusing for this woman. He also didn't understand how she thought she could schedule a meeting with a simple <em>text message</em> when he was most certainly strapped for time. He had to review and assign the ground-ward members of the crew into teams, elect team leaders (why he even put a Krogan and a Salarian into the same team, he couldn't understand), he had to write <em>constant</em> reports for the council, he had to brief the entire crew, not to mention he also had to pump iron, so as to stay in shape. <br><br>And instead of replying cordially to him, her superior and commanding officer of this mission, she sent her enough files to completely overload and crash his state-of-the-art omni-tool. Humans, as puny as they are, seemed to have flair for the dramatic. Or was that only Dr. Adams? In any case, the message was received. After grumbling around his quarters for a good few minutes, he relented and dragged himself to her quarters, and to much dismay he found out she wasn't even there. <br><br>Thus commenced his frustrated search for the woman, asking almost everyone if they had seen her, and only after he had searched the upper and mid decks had he learned that someone had seen her down in the cargo bay doing something called 'Yoga'. What was 'Yoga', and why was she doing it so late, when obviously she should be preparing what she wanted to discuss with him in the first place. The gall of this woman. <br><br>Heavy footsteps sounded his arrival to the nigh-empty space, with the only occupant being none other the woman of the hour herself... wearing what seemed to be a skin tight suit and having her rear raised high into the air. He clicked his mandibles. He was confused. And angry. And also... intrigued?<br><br>"When you request a meeting with me, I expect you to be waiting in your room, prepared to say whatever you have to say, not hiding away in the cargo bay all by yourself, twisting your body into unnaturally lewd positions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 19:25:12</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, Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Yoga pants, sports bra and a scowl.<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> Oh lawdy, he comin’ !<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus | CLOSED<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The crane wasn’t exactly the easiest pose to fold into; with her hands flat to the ground, Samantha supported her full body weight down through her forearms, carefully spaced apart to mirror the width of her shoulders. She had pulled both of her knees up and tucked them just a few inches below her armpits; with her toes pointed and her butt lifted, her center of gravity allowed her nose to dip down towards the floor. It wasn’t the easiest, but it certainly was an excellent way to burn off excess energy and melt away the stress. Focus on not smashing her nose to the ground, or her breathing… and not the heavy <em>tap-tapping</em> of raptor feet coming to get her.<br><br><em>Really?</em> She opened her eyes with an exhale, then immediately began clenching her jaw as Arcus launched into another one of his grumpy monologues. With her back to him, this gave the doctor a chance to school her features into professional detachment. <em>He’s probably under a lot of stress, being a Spectre couldn’t be easy.</em><br><br>“You hadn’t replied,” she tried to reason, adjusting her crane to fall into sideways crow. Sam made it look fluid and effortless, and even though she was feeling a little flushed from the effort and the blood rushing toward her head, she only really just started. “I was trying to <em>schedule</em> a meeting with you, I wasn’t demanding to have it happen this very minute.”<br><br>Switch sides. It was sooner than she would have liked, but just having the grump looming above her made concentrating on her breathing a challenge. She felt her blood pressure increasing.<br><br>Sam centered her torso again, then extended her legs out behind her, lowering to rest her weight through her forearms. Then she was in cobra, exhaling out frustration in a frustrated puff of air. At least the stretch felt good through her chest and stomach. “Did you look through my report I sent you? I thought it might be most efficient to review air filtration in our suits, first.” Cobra into downward dog. “Dexto-amino life doesn’t seem to react to these spores, and biotics burn through it. But contamination is still a concern, there are still too many unknown variables.” Then she moved up into a stand, sighing right before turning around to finally face the turian.<br><br>He was glowering, as usual. “But, if you need a break, we could start on something simpler?” Maybe he just needed a little kindness, a little empathy? There was a lot on everyone’s plate, and he was designated ‘leader’ of this crazy mission seemingly last minute. Samantha readjusted her tactics, hoping that something familiar might give him some breathing room. “There is the real possibility of suit punctures while we’re down there as well. I’ve already put together proper kits to treat chlorine poisoning and fix any reasonably sized patch-jobs that should hold until extraction.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 20:18:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Well ma’am, I’ve done a lot of training,” Kal’Solon replied to Viella’s compliment, feeling rather pleased.&nbsp; He had put in a lot of time and effort, so it felt good to have it be recognized.&nbsp; Her acknowledgement of his chosen form of combat was also validating.&nbsp; Combat was inherently risky, being a vanguard regardless of race even more so.&nbsp; At that point, how much worse could being a quarian really be?&nbsp; So long as the job was done and he walked out alive in the end, that’s all that really mattered.&nbsp; Kal found himself increasingly favourably disposed to the asari.&nbsp; Not sexually attracted to her, he was well-aware asari enjoyed a certain universal appeal, but that wasn’t the case here.&nbsp; He simply had the impression that they were two oddities of their species, and that was something that could be related over.<br>&nbsp;<br>When Viella started to do her set, the quarian stood behind her, acting as her spot.&nbsp; While the safety arms were placed so that if the barbell dropped suddenly, the arms would catch it and save her from having her chest crushed, it didn’t hurt to have an extra set of eyes and helping hands.&nbsp; Even if he was pretty certain her biotic powers would be able to save her at a moment's notice.&nbsp; Observing her form, he could tell she knew what she was doing and while she didn’t bench as much as he did, she could get there with enough time and training.<br>"Once you're done with your sets," the quarian began, "we can switch to squats if you'd like."<br>&nbsp;<br>Listening to her explanation of Justicars, Kal’Solon had the impression that whatever this Code was, it was far heavier than the weight she was lifting.&nbsp; He didn’t know if this Code was specific to the individual or a universal thing that all Justicars followed, but something that required complete and total dedication without any straying wasn’t to be taken lightly.&nbsp; Which was why he wasn’t going to open his mouth and make any stupid comments about it.&nbsp; It did make him wonder though if he had a Code of his own, something deep inside him that he would follow no matter what.&nbsp; He’d met a few people who had done things, terrible things, and went through their lives haunted and hollow.&nbsp; Dead inside.&nbsp; Not the same as actual death, but perhaps something similar.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I take it then you fulfilled your Code in the end?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2021, 01:24:24</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">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Outside engineering hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> <del>Curiously following the music</del>| Meeting others fast<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nello Dries<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"I would only hope I do not make a habit of such a meeting fashion as I had with you, it is highly..." The quarian paused for a moment as if trying to search for the word she wished to use, one that wouldn't make Nello worried she was ungrateful for his acquaintanceship as it was anything but regretful. Except maybe in <em>how</em> it happened. <em> *buzz buzz* I would say embarrassing...*buzz buzz*</em> The program buzzed vocally for the first time to escape Rue's innercom and to be projected, much to the quarian's annoyance, Min really did have a mind of their own at times. "But it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance none the less." Rue would quickly add with a light bow, Nello's widening smile and retort to having all his parts still creating a light flutter in her stomach as she smiled smally in return, not that he would see of course. The curious inspection of his still blaring music had been more of an abrupt drop than Rue would have liked, his musing explanation expanding on it earning a light sound from the quarian as she straightened once more. "A warrior you say? Fascinating. I have never heard such before...it does sound rather nice...are there other warriors such as this knight?" Rue cooed curiously, digits settling under the chin of her helmet to ponder such while Min buzzed at her. <em>*buzz buzz* A preforming warrior does sound odd does it not?*buzz*</em><br><br><em>*buzz* Rue....Rue pay attention!*buzz*</em> Loosing herself in the trivial thought of knights belting out curious notes of melody Rue jumped back to attention as Nello spoke of herself not being off of the Flotilla long, something that charmed the quarian to have another have some knowledge of her own species to a degree unlike some others. "In a way you could say this mission we have been brought here for has become my own pilgrimage, unfortunate circumstances had led me to experience my own until quite recently." She'd respectfully answer with a hint of melancholy touching her voice, though it was only for a moment before she perked up to add "But I am honored for the opportunity to learn much from so many other cultures, thus far it has been quite an enthralling experience." She'd admit softly, head tilted once more in thought. "Are you quite experienced in that of quarian culture?" Curiously musing the image of the towering Drell bumping into objects in the obscure of darkness did bring a trill of a giggle from her helmet, palms fanning behind her back in some amusement. " Perhaps a guiding light may be of great use to you during your midnight snackings, less you fall victim to more unfortunate injuries." Rue tagged back with some humor, but mostly sincerity as she did not wish to find any coming to harm for something as basic as food.<br><br>With a name to now go along with the drell Rue rocked lightly on her heels with some delight," It is a pleasure to meet you Nello."She spoke his name as if to commit such to memory, rather enjoying the way it felt on her tongue as she hummed. A virologist of all specialties made the drell that much more interesting as Rue flustered at the thought, certainly should she require a hand in determining ailments as well as questions she had a being in mind who could understand the monotony of it all. "I have the upmost faith our mission will bring what is needed to create a vaccine for this sickness, if I may offer any assistance to you otherwise I am at your service Nello. Us quarians certainly have a like mind for such matters."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-02-2021, 12:23:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nello Dreis<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Virologist<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 17th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon<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> Outside Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Standing | Listening to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>When her words first trailed off, so did his train of thought. He wondered right alongside her: what was the word she looked to fill the silence with? <br><br>Then came his answer, from another, more artificial voice. Was that VI? In her suit? It certainly couldn't be an AI. He could not think of any quarian mad or brave enough to keep one of those on the same vessel, let alone in the suit that controlled personal environments and protected their weakened immune systems. <br><br>Her questions about Sir Elton John earned a thoughtful look from him, then he replied with, "actors and artists, I believe. We'd have to ask a human for more details."<br><br>Her surprise and resulting openness after realizing his knowledge of her culture made the large smile reappear on his face; brighter and less nervous this time around. "I know some details. Mostly what I've learned from a virologist friend and some holovids I watched." 'Some,' he said, as if the reality wasn't an obsession with the cross-species romance: <em>Fleet and Flotilla</em>. "I hear pilgrimages are a very exciting time. This should fit the bill."<br><br>Maybe it was because that vid was in mind, but her suggestion for midnight guidance brought his mind to a place he was <em>sure </em>she didn't intend. "Guiding 'light'?" he asked, his nerves returning especially strong after hearing the trill of her laughter through her helmet's speaker, somehow retaining its endearing musicality despite the barrier. She must have meant a light in the literal sense, of course! Not a partner who spent the night in his room for...reasons...and decided to go on one of these midnight snack runs. That would be a wild and very forward notion!<br><br>And strangely, the more time he had to think on it, the more he realized how incredibly smooth of a pickup line it would have been if it were her intention; and how much he didn't mind being on the receiving end of it.<br><br>Fortunately, she moved on, and after testing his name on her tongue--which increased his heartrate at least three fold--she began to speak of the mission; of teamwork and faith. It was a focusing thing--enough so that his stupid, apparently gutter-filled mind didn't wander when she offered her service. "Thank you," he said, nodding and offering a smile. And despite the embarrassment of his flights of fancy, this smile was genuine; just as he was sure her words were. He wasn't sure if she gave off an air of honesty strong enough to overcome the hiddenness of her face, or if not seeing her face made him more comfortable in general. He always did feel better opening up to anonymous people on the extranet.<br><br>"I will certainly be calling on you whenever I can--or, I mean when the need arises." A light laugh followed, hopefully covering that first little slip up. "You work down here right? I'm guessing engineering, based on process of elimination and your virtual companion. Did you make it, by the way? Is it in your omnitool, or your suit?" The delve into his well of curiosity was as sudden as it was eager, but he was far too interested to play it cool. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>25-02-2021, 03:27:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix<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> 17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Gym Talk<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kal'Solon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>It was between her sets, when the barbell rested on the liftoffs and her fingers stretched and muscles relaxed in preparation for further flexing, that he mentioned the next workout he'd had in mind. "I will do sit ups instead." She answered after bit of thought, then with a push, she lifted the barbell again.<br><br>When he asked about the Code, an inscrutable feeling came across her features. One that almost seemed to hold a little of everything. "In a way," she answered as she continued into her next set, pausing or slowing as needed to keep her breathing properly in check. "You don't fulfill the Code. Not in its entirety. It is an ancient set of rules; strict and eternal. You simply follow them as the need arises." After a few moments of taming her breaths and easing into her reps, she spoke again. "Living by them invariably leads you to do...terrible things to those in come in conflict with it. But, in following the Code, a Justicar knows that she is in the right." <br><br>A stint of silence followed, during which she finished her reps, rested for a few moments, then carried on into another set. "I left because because I began to doubt. And I did not want to come in conflict with the Code. It was a difficult choice, even in its simplicity."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2021, 05:29:45</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">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Outside engineering hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> <del>Curiously following the music</del>| Meeting others fast<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nello Dries<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>"Manners Min..." Rue found herself quietly hissing more so to herself than out loud, although the light chirp of the operating system did seem to enjoy some of the quarian's sudden turn for the maturity than what it had witnessed before hand. If she didn't know better she'd almost assume Min was doing it on purpose as some sort of jealousy tactic. <em>*Buzz* I am merely here to offer assistance to you Rue Rue, you programmed me with an extensive vocabulary and therefore I only suggested what I felt it was.*buzz*</em> The companion replied vocally for both species to hear, the LCD of her visor lighting up briefly in a silly face as if to speak directly to Nello." A pleasure to make your acquaintance Nell Dreis, species; Drell, curent occupation; virologist and man of midnight snacks.*buzz*[/i] Min introduced itself happily enough, if a program could be happy of course, much to Rue's own melting horror.<br><br>Sighing quietly to herself Rue would take the moment to perhaps more aggressively punch a gloved finger across her suit's program deck, ensuring Min was booted down swiftly to avoid any other hiccups to an already chaotic beginning. "Forgive me...Min tends to become carried away, I may need to adjust their settings to a more needed basis.." The quarian mused lightly, attempting to save some face with an attempt at a tease, but certainly more a threat to Min more than anything. <br><br>The wide smile Nello sported as he spoke of what knowledge he had of quarian culture did help to ease some of the tension from Rue's shoulders as she visibly relaxed, if only slightly, her curiosity peeked towards holovids he had mentioned watching that made her hum. "Really? Were they educational documentaries? I would quite enjoy to see these vids you speak of, there is much to the quarian culture that perhaps over time has become quite misconstrued to some degree."&nbsp; The mention of her pilgrimage being an exciting time however did earn a light sag of her shoulders unbeknownst to herself, that while indeed the experience thus far had been quite unique and curious, Rue couldn't quite help but feel some of her tattered edges of emotions come to the surface. "Mhm it has been an...interesting experience currently...I must admit it is also quite overwhelming and..."Pausing Rue fought for the correct wording to convey exactly the small knot of dread that had refused to lessen since parting from her clan, though the more she pondered on such the more she felt it was also unkind to unload such on Nello like this. "I am looking forward to our work here I suppose is what I should say no?"<br><br>Thankfully Nello made for excellent company and conversation as Rue found his befuddled repeat of her suggestion endearing, the quarian unable to help but giggle once more as she brought a hand to her helmet to give an amused tap across the speaker. "Of course...it would ensure you are unable to run into objects. I may have a spare flashlight you may have if you would like Nello, I have little need for such and would not wish you harm on your midnight snacking." Rue cooed caringly in thought, her suit as well as her own physical makeup ensuring the need for such tools not necessary and would perhaps have a better owner in Nell than herself. Of course his stiffening demeanor did bring a touch of worry to the quarian as she took a step closer to give a light touch of a single finger to the center of Nello's chest. "Are you unwell Nello?" Rue mused gently, the once melted worries of before beginning to trickle in once more as his silence settled. <br><br>The warm glow of his smile had a pleasing reaction that Rue couldn't help but admire and feel calm some of the storm within her, his gratitude felt as Rue could feel her own cheeks fluster beneath her mask; thankfully Nello couldn't see such. His willingness to call upon her when the need arose, or rather when he could as first stated, did earn a happy sound from the quarian despite his attempt to undo such as instead Rue would lift a hand to show her palm to Nello as she shook her head. "Please you may call on me whenever you like Nello, I have very much enjoyed our conversation thus far and would enjoy more should you like." She'd correct sweetly enough, that despite the ups and downs this had been quite the enthralling experience. His next series of questions did bring her lightly sway on her heels in a thinking manner, soon giving a verbal nod as she held out her thin forearm for Nello to inspect. "You are correct, I was brought to the Kalanhai as an engineer with specialties in&nbsp; engine torque and performance. I enjoy it quite much although I suppose it holds little to such work as yourself, your department is near here as well yes?"<br><br>Nello's musing of Min however brought a much more giddy sound from the quarian despite her best efforts, the program certainly more of a companion than anything else, but her clan had felt more akin to distrust due to it all. It was understandable and yet in Rue's eyes it was an effort on her own part to fill the void left behind from the fall out of the plight on the flotilla a year ago. So it was refreshing to see another actually interested in her abilities aside from mechanics. "Yes~ I developed Min as a simple program or assistance to my suit's system, along with additional help in the various tasks I may need. Given quarian history it was seen as unwise, but I assure you it is merely a companion with no artificial intelligence. "Rue felt herself needing to say as if taxed at the thought to be seen as a traitor or fool to her species, much less to her crew mates like Nello.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-02-2021, 09:06:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A smirk formed on her lips at his choice of wording and she twitched one brow ridge higher, her eyes dropping to roll over him before returning to his face.&nbsp; "Really?&nbsp; Must just be me, then, 'cause I've heard plenty of stories about all the women you've been more than happy to let top you."&nbsp; Her nictating eyelids flicked closed in a gesture that seemed uniquely insolent and her smirk widened into a broad grin.&nbsp; Damn the man, he at least made missions more entertaining, and it gave her something to do other than wait around and throw boxes on her own.<br><br>His dismissal of the juicy rumor was...not entirely unexpected.&nbsp; Shit like that got around all the time, and 99% of the time it was total bullshit.&nbsp; Hell, she was half convinced that the broker floated a good deal of the rumors themself as a means of further muddying the waters and obscuring their true actions.&nbsp; Still, if it <em>was</em> true, it meant something big, and if she could slap a mission like this on her resume, she could potentially end up in line for the sweetheart deal.&nbsp; No more bullshit jobs for bullshit pay doing crap that left you wondering what side of the line you fell on.&nbsp; If there even <em>was</em> a line.<br><br>Her own thoughts were cut short by the way he'd said the word thrill, less out of interest than instant suspicion.&nbsp; And, sure enough, she noticed the glint of blue from below her eyeliner and instinctively flattened against the floor as the crate flew overhead.&nbsp; It wouldn't have hit her, there wouldn't be any fun in knocking her out immediately with a crate to the back of the head, but she still felt her neck frills flaring slightly in annoyance.&nbsp; She'd dropped into a semi-crouched position with one long leg extended out to the side and the other bent with her foot positioned beneath her pelvis.&nbsp; Her belly very nearly touched the floor due to her unique drell flexibility, which meant her ass was arched up slightly into the air.<br><br>She glowered up at him and tried her best to flow back up into a standing position with the air of one who totally meant to do that.&nbsp; Casually flipping the middle finger, especially robust on her species, she refocused her attention on another crate and sent it tumbling through the air to thump down beside his.&nbsp; "Don't lay chits if your ass ain't got the credits, Lucy."&nbsp; She <em>hated</em> being called Drinny and he knew it, but that was fine, she sauntered over and flipped up onto the first crate she'd dropped, only to grunt softly and make a second jump off the first crate onto a second one just as it floated in, landing on it as it settled and grinning down at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>26-02-2021, 20:11:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“We can just take turns ma’am,” Kal’Solon responded with a hint of amusement. &nbsp;“You’re supposed to take breaks in-between sets anyways.”<br>He wasn’t going to press the issue if sit-ups were what Viella wanted to do, but he wanted to propose a solution if she was switching to another exercise so that he could monopolize the equipment for his sets.<br>“Squats are also a better overall exercise compared to sit-ups.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Sounds like you left at a good time then, before things got even more difficult,” the quarian replied, not sure what else to say.&nbsp; The asari spoke with such seriousness that he realized he didn’t know enough about her to prod her for more information.&nbsp; More than likely, whatever caused her to have doubts must have been either incredibly personal or morally complicated if managed to shake the conviction needed to be a Justicar in the first place.&nbsp; A further wrinkle in all of this was that the Code seemed to be steeped in tradition, and Kal’Solon didn’t really hold much respect for it.&nbsp; Tradition was peer pressure from dead people, where as the living needed to move on and adapt.&nbsp; But he was smart enough to know he shouldn’t say that in front of the woman who could toss him around like a ragdoll until he was reasonably certain she wouldn’t take offense.<br>&nbsp;<br>“So, what have you been up to in-between leaving the Code and working as ship security ma’am?&nbsp; I imagine someone with centuries of experience would be highly sought after in the freelancer business.”<br>Kal’Solon chuckled, “I remember my first attempts at starting out.&nbsp; Not a lot of people were going to take a quarian vanguard seriously, and I ended up turning down the few jobs that would take me since I didn’t like who was hiring.&nbsp; Questionable jobs and disreputable employers, you probably know what I’m talking about.&nbsp; I ended up having to take a job from someone who was so desperate they’d take anybody.&nbsp; It was dangerous and it didn’t pay well, but it felt good being able to afford pasteurized turian food for once instead of eating nutrient paste.&nbsp; Finding decent work has gotten a little easier since then, but I remember that humble start with both fondness and loathing.”<br><br>Not that he was living in the lap of luxury now, but he was doing well for himself, no longer just surviving.&nbsp; And the pay for this particular mission towards improving his situation even further, maybe even allow him a nice apartment in a higher level ward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>27-02-2021, 01:36:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nello Dreis<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Virologist<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 17th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon<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> Outside Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Standing | "Listening" to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The VI's interruption was a surprise to say the least, but before more could be said, Rue shut it down.<br><br>And when Rue asked about the vids he'd seen, his response was a semi-nervous laughter and a quiet "sure." What nervousness was on his face did disappear, however, when her tone shifted and the topic of 'excitement' veered into overwhelmedness. It was a relatable feeling, and a strange, confusing one to be sure. Her revelation about what she should or should not say, then, was enough to call a somber smile to his face. "Maybe to the higher ups, like the Council, but in my eyes it's better to say what you feel." His gaze drifted off to someplace else, his own memories on the verge of returning to the surface. Then he shook it off. "I know how it feels. The cities on my home planet are encased in domes. Leaving my relatively small, closed-off home and seeing all of the vast space and <em>difference</em> outside of it...it was a nightmare in ways." A small laugh followed. Even he could see how that concept might sound strange to most outside of the drell and quarian experiences. <br><br>Her further attentions toward his wellness, and her offer to be called on whenever he liked, brought the flush of embarrassment (and admittedly, joy) back to his features. "Yes, my department isn't far from here, so I guess we'll be seeing each other often." He found himself liking the sound of that.<br><br>The topic of Min was nearly as pleasing as Rue's excitement about it. "I'm sure your fellow engineers will thank you for the extra assistance," he said, chuckling. "I've always been fascinated by VI; especially complex ones like your Min. Pretty impressive that she took in my details and stored it in a database. I'm sure it helps you remember names and faces a lot better." As a drell, the concept of forgetting things was markedly foreign, but he'd heard what a problem it was for most species. "Does Min have an avatar or icon for visual reference? If not, I'd suggest Earth's elephant species. I hear they never forget things and are incredibly playful despite their raw power."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>27-02-2021, 02:08:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Look who we have here...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"They asked nicely," he retorted with a cheeky glance. "With you it would be a challenge. But then again, I love a challenge."<br><br>Her reaction to his little trick was just priceless. And almost equally impressive. "Good reflexes. And I do love flexibility in a woman," he mused as he met her glower with a teasing mirth. His eyes drifted to her lifted backside with more than a little appreciation, but soon she stood up, flipping him a thick middle finger. In return, he stuck his tongue out, letting the long blue muscle waggle and flick for a moment before retreating in the place of echoing laughter.<br><br>Then she called in another crate, and for a moment the worry of being smacked in the face again flashed to mind. He hopped to his feet to be safe, settling atop his own crate. But in that instant she was moving, flipping up next to him, then leaping into the air to land with an impressive nimbleness atop the next she'd summoned. <br><br>With a smarmy grin, in large part brought on by how much he'd managed to get under her skin, he replied. "Oh lovely Drinny, you and I both know I can back it up." With those words spoken he summoned forth a tall stack of smaller crates, bound by cords, and they would come slamming against the back of the one she now stood on, upsetting her balance. <br><br>And if her reflexes happened to fail her, he would be there to catch her. A fact he just knew she would despise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>28-02-2021, 07:21:44</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">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Outside engineering hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> <del>Curiously following the music</del>| Meeting others fast<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nello Dries<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Hanging her head slightly Rue had half the mind to give Min a scolding when it was a much more appropriate time, the outburst certainly unexpected as it was <em>embarrassing</em> as what Min would have no doubt inferred, though thankfully Nello did not seem as distressed as she clearly felt after the barrage. A blessing indeed.<br><br>Admittedly the quarian felt what she had heard of a 'roller coaster' of emotions during the exchange she shared with the Drell, certainly more than she bargained for and yet in a strange way it also helped combat the overall feeling of getting past her own anxiety to speak so freely with another that was not her own clan. A bit bumpy and certainly a few points perhaps going over her head but in the end it was a fine conversation as with Nello's profound musing Rue lifted her head to allow the glimmer of her visor to reflect in thought, the advice given simple and yet conveyed much more than perhaps one think otherwise. " Say what you feel..." She found herself repeating quietly, to a vast majority of quarians the phrase was largely useless given the higher stake of importance than <em>feelings</em>. One could not sustain themselves on happiness nor joy in place of nutritional substance after all. Nello's own personal experience with the feeling the overwhelming emotional tides of leaving his own close knit community easily wrestled what pang of uncertainty that had began to settle within her nerves, the knowledge there were others whom could understand allowing a quiet sound from Rue's mask as she mused gently. "It can be can it not? I suppose then it would do well to have others whom can understand to...be in one another's corner?" Rue wasn't quite sure if she had the exact phrasing correct, but a friend to speak to in times of need warmed her heart none the less.<br><br>The much more pleasant expression on his features easily batted away what feelings of dread there had once been to bring back more warmth to Rue's own voice surprisingly, a light sway of her hips allowing her to shift from one foot to another before musing. "But of course...I then perhaps shall witness more of your...ritual?" Dancing wasn't quite the concept she fully understood outside of religious purpose, as well as what she could only imagine was singing, but Nello did look awfully cute before she rammed him so another chance to see such was amusing.<br><br>Perking up more at the mention of Min the quarian held out her forearm to let Nello inspect her omni tool, the blank screen certainly not much to look at currently, but her tone spoke so proudly of the troublesome program. " She can be a bit of a troubling thing, but she's always there when I need her...so I suppose I can't be fully upset when she gets excited...it's not often she speaks to others aside myself." It was perhaps a minor thing, but then again back on the Flotilla, Min had strictly been restricted to only her helmet for reasons that were pretty obvious. Just her clan knowing of the program was enough of a strike for them to be leery of their wayward daughter and tempting fate as their species had prior. "But yes she makes it much easier for me to connect with our fellow crew mates, although I only had names without faces to match them to." Rue would add with another giggle, Nello's excitement over Min refreshing, just as much as the thought of giving Min an avatar of sorts that woefully had been missing. "An Elephant? From your description I suppose Min would be very much like these elephants you speak of." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-02-2021, 10:27:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Any woman willing to bed you would <em>need</em> flexibility, Lucy.&nbsp; It takes a lot of stretch to get your standards that low."&nbsp; She grinned over at him, arms folding beneath her small breasts and her body arching up onto nimble toes.&nbsp; The black, fitted shoes were designed to allow her feet to flex and curl at full range, the thin, durable material perfect for moving around a spaceship without losing the agility her feet provided.<br><br>It was the saving grace that kept her from tipping off the crates and landing, she had no doubt, into the arms of a <em>very</em> cocky turian.&nbsp; As it was, she teetered and had to throw out her arms, pinwheeling to keep from losing her balance.&nbsp; It was a moment of uncommon gracelessness from one of her race and she shot a glare at him with bottomless black eyes that glimmered with blue-white light.&nbsp; "Back it up?&nbsp; You still owe me ten credits from that job in the Kepler Verge!"&nbsp; Her wounded pride made her twist, rolling to the side of the crate she was on and pulling at the air to send the stack of boxes he'd slammed into her, ramming into his crate with a clatter.<br><br>A hint of a smile reappeared and she rose back to her feet, leaning a bit to stick out her own tongue and waggle at him.&nbsp; "That the best you got?&nbsp; I think you might be losing your edge in your old age, Lucy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 03:11:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix<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> 17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Gym Talk<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kal'Solon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>A measured exhale of a chuckle accompanied the lift of the barbell as Kal'Solon tried to convince her otherwise. "It is simply preference," she would say, her own words just as simple. She preferred to be clear and straightforward, as she hoped he would learn soon. It was simply too much of a hassle to guess at intended meanings.<br><br>As he regaled her with his story, she listened intently, her only additions being the huffs and practiced breathing as she worked through the end of her set. And when he was finished, she sat up, regarding him with what she hoped he would see as an understanding look. "Finding work was difficult for me too. I at first kept the Justicar habit of swearing myself to my employer's will during my time as an employee. As a result, I had to do questionable things for questionable people. And I of course had to kill those same people once my contracts were up." She shrugged. "Another habit brought from my Justicar days.<br><br>"As you can guess, this left me bereft of well paying mercenary work, so, I worked for the Council for a time. I can only say that much about it, and that that position led me to this one." She searched her memory for more points of note, then smiled fondly into the distance as she came upon some. "I spent a lot of time between jobs on my father's home planet, Tuchanka. He grew up before the genophage, and let's just say he was a popular war hero, so I have a number of family members on planet though my father is long dead."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 03:42:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nello Dreis<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Virologist<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 17th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon<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> Outside Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Standing | "Listening" to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div> <br>When she asked, whether purposefully or accidentally, for him to be in her corner, he smiled and nodded. "I can get behind that," he said, reaching to clap a hand against her upper arm. Then holding on a <em>little</em> too long. Then panicking at that and pulling his hand back to his side very slowly. "Yep," he added, willing desperately for her not to have noticed how much of an idiot he was being.<br><br>Fortunately, she had another subject to broach, distracting from his awkwardness. <em>Unfortunately</em>, her words brought him some amount of confusion. "You mean being together for the midnight snack ritual?" he asked, not even thinking that she was referring to singing and dancing with that distant a terminology. "Um, yeah, we can if you like." After a pause, he added, cheeks flushed, "we'll have to talk out the details. I wouldn't want there to be a misunderstanding or, you know, unearned expectations." He nodded to cap off his words, glad that he had spoken them. "Not that I'm not interested, because--yeah." He shut his mouth, silently swearing at himself for not quitting when he was ahead.<br><br>Yet when she went off proudly talking about her creation, he somehow found himself comfortable and pleased again. "So she's always in your corner," he replied with a quiet yet naturally throaty laugh. "It's good to have such reliable assistance and companionship. I hope she and I can speak again sometime; it would add more to her database while satisfying my own curiosity."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 04:03:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sexy box fight?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The setup to her insult was convincing, he had to give her that. So obsessed was he with thoughts of committing depraved acts with a bendy girl that he was ambushed by the punchline. "Experience tells me the fall is always <em>so</em> worth it," he retorted with the flash of a wink.<br><br>And in another flash, she was disappearing behind the stack of crates, sending them skittering across the floor to crash heavy against his own. He leaped aside with what an unfamiliar person might have seen as a startling amount of agility, and as his crate skidded from the crash, he used its momentum to whip it around in a semi-circle centered on his position, sending it directly towards the drell. <br><br>Knocked over on its side as the crate was, it could be leapt over with the right amount of reflex and flexibility. If she didn't take it head on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 00:51:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Oh, I see,” Kal’Solon nodded, glad his suit hid his embarrassment.&nbsp; It seemed he was reading a little too much into Viella’s words.&nbsp; Apparently, she still lived her life in the straight forward manner of a Justicar, old habits and so on; a thought that was reinforced when she described her time serving as a mercenary.<br>“Pardon me m’am, you did what?”&nbsp; the quarian asked incredulously.&nbsp; The reoccurring thought that circulated in his head was why follow their orders in the first place if she was going to kill them in the end for it.&nbsp; He was smart enough not to be just another dumb grunt who simply followed whatever orders he was given.&nbsp; Bad orders were bad, you didn’t obey bad orders.&nbsp; Of course, what constituted bad orders changed depending on perspective, but that was why it was important to work under someone who wouldn’t give bad orders.&nbsp; It sounded like Viella took an entirely different approach, which was work under whoever, follows orders while under contract, and then sort it all afterwards.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Yea, I can see how that would make finding work tricky.&nbsp; Good thing there’s the council.”<br>It was a baffling way of doing things, to say the least.<br>&nbsp;<br>While he was trying to work through that, the asari dropped another bomb on him, “Tuchanka?&nbsp; Your father is a krogan who fought in the Krogan Rebellions?”<br>Being somewhat uninformed about how asari reproduced, only knowing that they could with any species, he was therefore quite surprised by the idea that Viella was half-krogan.&nbsp; The asari didn’t seem to have the temper and aggressiveness normally associated with the equally long-lived species.&nbsp; Perhaps she had the same kind of stubbornness, given how strictly she adhered to Justicar ways even after leaving it behind, but that was all he could see so far.&nbsp; She was a lot easier to get along with, compared to the krogans he had met, who had almost universally been brutes of one kind or another.&nbsp; There was a myriad of questions he wanted to ask her, like how did her mother and father meet, what convinced the two to get together to produce a child, how did her father die and so on.<br>&nbsp;<br>Instead, he opted for, “Oh, that’s nice, having relatives.&nbsp; So krogan brothers and sisters?”<br>“I also have relatives, back on the fleet.&nbsp; I even have a sister,” Kal stated.&nbsp; “They’re all doing well, the last time I heard from them.”<br>While the population was strictly controlled in the fleet, he and his sister were conceived at a time when the overall population was in decline, so some families were allowed to have more than one child.&nbsp; Of course, given his exile, it may as well not have counted for anything, but his children, if he ever had any, would be allowed to join the migrant fleet so long as they made a meaningful contribution to it on their Pilgrimage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 04:28:59</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">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Outside engineering hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> <del>Curiously following the music</del>| Meeting others fast<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nello Dries<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>"Indeed, or rather...yep." Rue would repeat happily enough, attempting to familiarize herself with more casual uses for conversation than the wordy regal of her overbearing properness, the very real fear of appearing <em>too</em> formal a nagging pain at the back of her mind since boarding. With her crew mate's help, along with some serious study, Rue hoped in the future to integrate more casualness into her speech and have a better understanding of such rather than simply parroting it back. It seemed simple enough at present though so the quarian was pleased although the sudden clap of Nello's hand around the slim build of her upper arm did warrant a small, if not involuntary twitch from Rue. By no means did she mean any ill thoughts of the Drell by the minute reaction, merely unaccustomed to physical contact that truthfully had more surprised Rue than anything, even more so with Nello's lingering hold before dropping his hand soon after. It was truthfully odd, but strangely in a way Rue found it pleasant if not a tad bit awkward with the silence that accompanied it. <br><br>Thankfully there was much more to discuss to pull away from the lull in the conversation although Nello's own flash of confusion was easy enough to spot, Rue offering a small tilt of her head in wonder as he brought up midnight snacks once more." Mhm I would not mind to join you on such if you so wish, I was inferring towards the," Rue would pause to lightly curl a single finger around the still dangling wires of Nello's headphones, a small giggle spilling as she did so considering the concept was still just as strange as he was. In a pleasant way of course. " Although I suppose such can also be part of your nightly ritual can it not?" She'd muse curiously in return, Nello's own comment of talking out details to help from misunderstandings earning a light sway as Rue rolled on her heels in thought. "Unearned expectations? Is there certain protocols for such Nello? Perhaps an itinerary?" Rue's screen flashed briefly with the thought, a close inspection no doubt allowing for the smallest glimpse of pale eyes through the amethyst shield. Regardless if she hadn't fully understood Rue did know she herself was interested in such a curious matter, decidedly brighter as she clapped her hands together in front of herself with a hum. "I am very much interested as well Nello, so I am pleased you are as well."<br><br>Nello's throaty laugh along with his correct deduction brought yet another hum from Rue's helmet, a small nod given as the curl of her hand came to rest at the hollow of her throat (Or where it was beneath her suit)." Yes she is...she has made my life truly more enriching, even with her quirks." The quarian sighed softly, as much as a pain Min could be at times, when she needed someone, <em>anyone</em> at her lowest point, the companion was there to keep her sanity intact; she was much more than simply just a program in Rue's eyes. "If you like I can come by in the future so you may become better acquainted...after I remind her to be much more respectful of course."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 08:20:21</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<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">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> Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world...<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><br>Se’ was practically bouncing on her heels, filled with a heady mix of emotions that twisted her stomach and pumped her full of adrenaline. While that hope-filled and intoxicating rush ran its course through her veins, logic tried whispering reason into her head. The odds of Viella being on this ship were so minute. They were individuals out of billions, spread across the spans of space and separated even further by the passage of time since their last meeting. Many ships had bars. Many planets had moons. Statistically, the coincidence of their assignments lining up to closely mirror one another’s current situation made more sense than a previous asari justicar being on the Kalanhai.<br><br>She read the emails over again, wondering if maybe she had missed something in her excitement, or misread something by mistake. "<em><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">What a coincidence, my ship's team is out too. I suppose I should stick to preparing just in case there are any hostile ships near this backwards moon.</span></em>"<br><br>Uncanny. Unlikely. And yet the quarian was still bouncing like an enthusiastic puppy who was told to sit and wait and to hold still while staying <em>right</em> there. And like a puppy, Se’ almost started whining when she wondered what was taking so damn long when all she really wanted to do was play.<br><br><em>You’re being impatient.</em> How much time had passed? The clock read-out hadn’t changed since the last time she looked at it. So maybe that meant it was broken? Se’ pulled up her omnitool and saw that it, too, was reflecting the same minute of the same hour. <em>Perhaps the EMP storm on the moon was interfering with the datapad?</em><br><br>More illogical excuses. More silly, convenient stories. She was going to have to simply accept the bitter facts and greet disappointment like an old and familiar friend. Beneath her visor, she pouted, but a stubborn breath was taken regardless, in through the nose and hissed out through her teeth. Followed by every curse in every language she had ever known, and when that didn’t seem to be the answer she was looking for, she made up a few new ones to go with the classics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 09:35:02</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, Afternoon<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> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> ...I walk into yours.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Se'Faema vs Jiko<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>It was strange to feel so...giddy. So excited. She felt like a young Maiden again, eager for adventure and excitement, action and careless fun. How long it had been since she could say she craved so openly; so wildly. <br><br>It took a force of will to school her expression into one of familiar stoicism as she walked the halls of the <em>Kalanhai</em>, and even then she felt she'd slipped every now and again. She gave one asari a smile and earned a gawking stare in return, the poor younger woman's eyes the size of saucepans. Was it really that strange to see her smile, she wondered.<br><br>But that wonder left her for a fresh one as the she turned a corner on approach to the bio-engineering lab. Nothing was confirmed; it could have been pure coincidence, and yet she needed to know. To see with her own eyes if the woman she'd been messaging for years was there to meet her for the second time since their first meeting.<br><br>How odd it was that signing up for a penpal on the extranet could have led to something like this.<br><br>"Ahem," she cleared her throat as she entered the lab, making herself known as she often did when entering a room on the ship, just to ensure no one was frightened by her silent appearance. She half expected to see a group of barely known faces looking back at her, maybe one of the quarians aboard at best, but when the sight of pale green reflected in her similarly hued eyes and she knew without a doubt that fortune had favored her.<br><br>Or was it the Council? She had been wondering as much since meeting her brother here, but for now, she simply didn't care.<br><br>"Se'Faema vs Jiko, I have urgent business for you," she called, her voice as stern and unshakable as ever. If she wasn't mistaken, she was sure Se's fellows shot the quarian a 'you're in trouble' look. This was fine, of course. it was even hoped for. Less reason for them to interfere with Viella getting her alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 18:03:10</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<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">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> -Internal squealing-<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><br>Through the torrid rush of disappointment and hope, in the end, Se’ was rewarded with absolute pleasure. She would recognize that voice anywhere, she understood the inflections and musical patience as if she had studied its RNA coding and scripted it herself. Chills danced beneath her suit and something low in her stomach clenched, but that ever-present voice of logical reason -the scientist’s brain- reminded her to be patient. She shouldn’t turn on her heels and throw herself at the justicar right in the middle of the room. She <em>wouldn’t</em>...<br><br>But it took great restraint. The quarian closed her eyes and breathed in deep, doing her best impression of a drell or a Salarian who had perfect memories. She wanted to imprint this moment in her brain forever, the elation and the pleasure of it, and even that tickling sensation of disbelief. In the horribly-good B-films she watched, this was where the woman would swoon or fall into the asari’s arms. She was certainly swooning, alright, but she understood perfectly well what the power of patience rewarded with.<br><br>Clearing her throat, she did her best to push inquisitive curiosity into her voice. <strong>“Urgent business, you say?”</strong> It came across as a bit forced, but maybe the others who were now staring would just mistake it for nerves. Se’ began pulling at her fingers, displaying the usual cues of unease, and fidgeted before turning to face Viella more fully.<br><br>It wasn’t her stomach that was clenching, now. Viella had a certain ‘sternness that had the quarian curling her toes almost instantly, perhaps the only ‘tell’ that the others would be able to read. If they weren’t on the other side of her workstation that is.<br><br>With a nod of her head, because she really couldn’t trust her voice, Se’ moved forward and towards the justicar on mostly-steady legs. <strong>“O-of course… How can I help?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 01:53:42</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, Afternoon<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> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Excitement!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Se'Faema vs Jiko<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The nerves in Se's voice were all but palpable, though only the two of them new the true source. And knowing that the quarian's jitters were a positive thing only made Viella feel more confident in the smug feelings that grew within. Se'Faema--the dirty talking penpal who dragged her brain into the gutter and riled her up so often it may as well have been a fact of life--was all but speechless now. All but quivering, and it was clear that of all things, that was not being faked. It gave Viella no small amount of satisfaction to see the tables turned, even temporarily.<br><br>Even as she enjoyed it, she had to keep a straight face--an act easily done after all her years of training. But her resolute gaze belied the thoughts that dwelled within. The memories of their only other in-person meeting; of her beautiful smiling face; of all the things they'd done and all the endless fantasies that followed.<br><br>She cleared her throat again, and this time, turned on her heel to lead Se' out with only a glance and a wave of her hand. She led her to the nearest empty space--a relatively small but manageable supplies closet--and stepped in first. Once the door slid shut, locking them in darkness, Viella provided the first source of light. <br><br>The purplish glow of biotic energy outlined her form, reflecting in the quarian's mask. Then, as if in transference, traces of this energy coiled around Se', lifting her up and pulling her forward to float into Viella's open arms.<br><br>For a time she held her there, her forehead pressed against Se's helmet and breaths naturally coming to fog up its visor. A fact only to be noticed when Viella hit a nearby switch and bathed the both of them in artificial light. Viella's biotic glow faded, but strong arms still held Se' in place, body lifted and legs coiled around her. <br><br>And upon noticing the fog, she reached a finger up and drew what had to be the most crooked doodle of a heart ever witnessed. Still, she smiled, hugged the quarian, and breathed a sigh of content.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 04:02:35</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<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 | Afternoon<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> It tingles!<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><br>If anyone else had tried to get her to step into a closet, the quarian would have slammed the door on their face. Viella would be getting away with it, but the two of them knew that Se’Faema was far too excited to make any complaints. She was practically vibrating across the floor, nearly leaped across the barrier into its narrow space, and the moment the door was closed a happy tingling prickled and danced and managed to work its way safely through the suit without creating any complications.<br><br>So what if the tingling actually came from the asari’s biotics? It was still a reaction Se’ often had when thinking about Viella. For a few blissful moments, she was contentedly braiding her limbs around the other and murmuring in delight. Not the same as skin-to-skin contact, but the pressure that came with sharing a close space and body heat was wonderful and something she had craved beyond measure.<br><br>The heart was a nice touch. Se’Faema cooed in delight and was grateful that the bashfulness that crossed her features couldn’t be seen, especially when she was trying so hard to keep it from reflecting in her voice. <strong>“I can’t believe we’ve been on this damn ship for nearly <em>two days,</em> and we’ve only now bumped into one another!”</strong><br><br>It came down to uncanny statistics again. This shouldn’t have happened to begin with. No wonder she had been so restless and worked up; her instincts must have remembered all about their tryst over a year ago. She certainly had not forgotten. <strong>“I almost asked ‘what are you doing here’ but that would have been one of the dumbest things to possibly roll out of my mouth.”<br></strong><br>Se’ adjusted her legs. Then her arms. She was as happy as a volus making record-breaking profits right then, and she was in no hurry to put distance between them any time soon. Viella was a strong woman, she’d be more than capable to burden the weight of her a little longer. <strong>“My team is going to think I did something terrible…”</strong> This clearly amused her more than it concerned her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 01:55:21</strong>
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				<br><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 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216): Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus </span></strong> <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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)</strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<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> Malcolm Thomas <em>Mentioned: Sam, Sonen, Nito, Jackiro</em><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Twelve hours.<br><br>She'd had about twelve fucking hours of freedom from her bedrest and her mandated isolation, and of course she was already inundated with work.<br><br>Requisition Officer wasn't ever a popular role on a ship, because fundamentally it was her job to tell people 'No.' Thankfully, Florinthia was not the sort of Turian who minded telling people no. She enjoyed it, often enough in fact. Some people just needed to be told that their ideas were just plain wrong.<br><br>Take Nito's requisition form. The Botanist had put in a request for six new UV Lamps in order to 'Grow more unique and valuable herbal assets.' Flo had figured out that the fool was probably just going to grow more hallucinogenics, like it was some sort of a secret; so of course she had to say no. <br><br>Then there was Sonon. He had requested a pocket-sized bomb defusal kit and an Omnitool VI Program that could scan foodstuffs for explosives. She couldn't even imagine a world where a Comms Guy would need that kit, and even if she could; why would she fork out their limited funding on <em>that?</em> No. Next!<br><br>Then she got to the reasonable requests. The Doc who'd been looking after her had requisitioned additional antibiotics, while some Salarian was putting in requests for improved respirators. Those were easy Yeses. Even <em>she</em> wasn't a bitch enough to laugh away the need for medication and breathing. <br><br>Some jobs required a more hands on approach, and that was what had led her to the Engineering Bay on the Ship's upper deck. She was in the elevator, a digital pad with a requisition form in one hand, and a trio of metallic orbs in the other. The steel orbs glowed a thrumming Biotic blue as she tried to focus her power on them, remembering the precious memories of lessons from a lifetime ago. Concentration, breathing, focus, calm,<br><br>...frustration, boredom, indignation, fury...<br><br>The Elevator shuddered to a stop, and the Turian's concentration broke. The balls dropped, nearly hitting the floor with a loud thunk. Thankfully the Adept's quick application of her powers stopped the noisy clatter of steel on steel. She sighed, before pocketing the metallic orbs and moving into the Engineering bay. She was a little wobbly on her feet, but she'd dressed about as casually as a Turian could, considering she still wasn't clear for active duty. Spirits, the boarding party would be hitting landfall with the next few hours...<br><br>Instead, her time was spent being busy. Busy was better than nothing, and her pile of work would only grow if left unattended; like a weed. She didn't know who she was looking for, but the name seemed like it was probably a human male's? She wasn't expecting much, but as her slim mandibles twitched in a motion that mouthed the name before she said it, she finally called out into the expanse of the Engineering bay.<br><br>“<strong>Malcolm Thomas? I'm looking for a Malcolm? Got a requisition order I want to review before I make my decision.</strong>” She found herself leaning against a wall after her moment of volume, re-applying herself to the application of her Biotics. The trio of metal spheres span in a circle, orbiting some invisible star of her willpower. She wasn't an expert at Throwing things around, or creating singularities, but it was still important practice. Not every situation called for tearing apart the fabric of reality or flesh, or crushing someone with Biotics, after all. Sometimes, it was better to just play it slow, and smart...<br><br>...Gods, she sounded like her Dad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 04:15:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Is that so?"&nbsp; It was a weak comeback, but the mental capacity she would normally be using on her pithy quips was being focused more heavily on avoiding the crates he kept throwing her way.&nbsp; She leapt over the sideways stack with a hissed curse, the tip of one foot clipping it just enough to trip her up and turn her agile leap into a not-so- stunning roll.<br><br>Even so, she had enough wherewithal to end up back on her feet, just a couple of feet from Luus and with a grin on her lips.&nbsp; Damn him, she knew he'd read the pleasure on her face, glad that he was on the mission if only because there was never a dull moment with the turian around.&nbsp; It made the waiting less tedious and training more like playing a game.&nbsp; But, still...the bastard was already cocky enough and she was loathed to inflate his head even more.<br><br>To that end, trying to distract from what she knew was the obvious enjoyment on her face, she flicked her gaze behind him just as she lifted her hand, hoping to feint him into thinking the next attack was coming up from behind long enough to actually catch him with a small case from the left.<br><br>"I'm not sure self-gratification counts for a ringing endorsement of your sexual prowess, Lucy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 05:08:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Malcolm looked up from the biotic amp on the table in front of him, glancing around with his jeweler's loup still lowered over his left eye.&nbsp; For a moment he felt faintly disoriented by the wildly different degrees of focus in his eyes before he nudged the magnifying lens out of the way and rubbed his face with his mech hand.&nbsp; Pulling himself out of the tiny world of the minuscule devices he spent so much time upgrading was often a dizzying experience because for a few minutes everything else just seemed so <em>clunky</em>.<br><br>Shaking his head, he stood from his stool to head toward the unfamiliar turian woman juggling orbs biotically, his eyes flicking from her face to the balls curiously, always fascinated by the power.&nbsp; His choice not to accept any biotics implants himself had been an easy one to make, since he figured there were far better candidates and, frankly, he didn't really fancy the idea of anyone mucking about in his brain or thereabouts.&nbsp; "Hey, I'm Malcolm."&nbsp; His smile was warm and wide, reaching his grey eyes and making them sparkle.<br><br>He offered the living hand out to the turian, guessing she was the requisition officer, given her desire to review his order.&nbsp; He wasn't too surprised, given he typically had to explain why he needed the raw materials required for the special parts he built specifically for his brand of engineering and repairs.&nbsp; Most people required only the common recyclable plastics, alloys, and ceramics that were used by the omni-tool, or the omni-gel that they could be broken down into, but he required rarer metals and components for his hands-on approach.&nbsp; He was just #NotLikeOtherEngineers.<br><br>"You wanted to review my req list?&nbsp; I know a lot of that stuff can be kinda hard to come by, but if you want I can show you what I'm working on now so you can see first-hand what I need it for."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 14:30:09</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: Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) </span></strong> <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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)</strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> The pride, moments before a fall.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The Turian woman was focused on her biotics, and didn't notice the man as he sat on a stool and took her in. She wasn't so distracted as to be caught off guard, but when the man spoke her head tilted up and her biotic display did a little shuddering two-step before reorienting themselves around the woman's willpower and returned to satellite duty. Taking in the handsome human she seemed to tilt her head slightly, the white-grey mandibles of the Turian parting slightly and then resetting as she hefted herself up to standing upright.<br><br>He offered a hand towards her, a human gesture that she didn't much care for. Instead of shaking it, she merely tapped the offering man's fingers with the electronic pad, batting them away lightly like one might nudge an overeager puppy with their foot. “<strong>Honestly, I'd prefer it if you were able to sum it up in a few words; but I understand most work done here is more...complicated than that.</strong>” She glanced briefly around the Engineering Bay, trying not to look too bored as she absorbed all the tech and advancement around them. She wasn't much of a tech-head herself, so it was easy to simply&nbsp; let this stuff fly over her radar, but then she'd be failing at her duty. Her task was to assign and allocate funding and resources to projects that mattered. To fail to understand where the effort and energy of the various Council agents who'd be purchasing this stuff would be a failure of her role...<br><br>...and Florinthia Legiticus did not <em>fail.</em><br><br>“<strong>Talk me through you request, and try to keep it brief. I've known too many techies who talk my ear off trying to make their little science project sound like the next Galactic breakthrough to be fooled.</strong>” She suddenly snatched a free hand up and grasped all three of the metal spheres in taloned fingers, a loud clink of metal on metallic flesh filling the locale before she pocketed her distraction. Nodding towards Malcolm, she walked past him briefly, brushing a few inches from the handsome human and probably leaving behind the faintest smell of oranges; a soap product she'd grabbed from Samantha during her isolation period.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 19:53:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Seven years in the military and four more years serving as the designated bitch boy of almost every lab he'd worked in had prepared him for the gruff and dismissive demeanor of the female turian.&nbsp; His smile, a ready thing that rose to his lips unbidden, lingered despite having his hand brushed aside.&nbsp; Sometimes he forgot the gesture was uniquely human and at the touch of the pad his arm dropped and heat flushed his cheeks over his faux pas.<br><br>Ducking his head, he rubbed the back of his neck and peered down at the floor between the toes of his boots.&nbsp; "Shit, sorry...we can just-"&nbsp; His words cut off when she spoke again, and his attention was captured by the sound of her fingers closing around the metal orbs.&nbsp; Caught off-guard, his head turned to let his eyes remain on her as she brushed past and his nostrils flared when he picked up the unexpectedly sweet scent on the air.<br><br>Swiveling, rushing to follow along after her and speaking with an eager, conciliatory tone, he pointed to the dish beneath the bright light that held a biotic amp nestled in the pale pink gel that kept the delicate bio-compatible components from drying out.&nbsp; "Th-That one's an amp I'm working on.&nbsp; It's sort of a personal project I'm doing in my downtime, but it's a decent enough indication of what I need the raw materials and biogel for."<br><br>His teeth clicked softly together as he reminded himself that the woman was in a hurry and seemed none too keen to hear him ramble on and on about his projects.&nbsp; Simple, direct, and succinct seemed to be what she was after, and he, of course, was happy to oblige.<br><br>"Essentially, I manufacture and repair the biotic amps and various weapon and armor upgrades by hand, which means I need a different list of raw materials than what the omnitool uses."<br><br>He stood peering from the tiny amp to her face, brow furrowing as he realized she hadn't given her name.&nbsp; Despite himself, he breathed in deeply, seeking the aroma of oranges again and winding up with a nose full of the cinnamon-y scent of his own soap and aftershave.&nbsp; Huffing, he leaned a hip against the metal table and folded his muscular arms across his chest.&nbsp; "Can I ask your name?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 21:32:38</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: Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) </span></strong> <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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)</strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> The fall.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"<strong>Florinthia.</strong>" She said as matter-of-factly as possible. She had no particular biases against Humanity like so many of her kith and kin, but she also had no particular love for them. They were solid rivals for Turians, and at least they were better to look at than most of the other races. She was taking a moment to absorb the requisition form request he'd put in, glancing between it and the amp that this man was showing off. It was solid work, to be sure, but she wondered why he was doing something like this on a mission. This was Research and Development shit, not a suitable hobby...Right? "<strong>Has someone requested this Amp from you, Malcolm? It seems unusual to pursue this sort of...</strong>" She paused for a moment, trying to find the right word. In the end, she went with what her first instinct was; as opposed to censoring herself. ".<strong>..Hobby? Hobby. It seems odd to do work on a hobby piece and...</strong>"<br><br>There was an awkward moment as she looked up at the Human, his arm flexing pleasantly across his chest. Not because she was struck by some strange attraction, or some feeling of love-at-first sight, no. The oddness; the awkwardness came because between blinks he started to turn at a fourty-five degree angle. One second he was standing before her, a little sheepish looking and the next? He was leaning at an impossible angle and...<br><br><em><strong>Thunk!</strong></em><br><br>With a loud crash, the Turian was brought back to the reality of it all. Malcolm wasn't defying gravity, she had briefly blanked out and fainted. Thankfully she had altered her position as she started to blank so that she didn't crash into anything, instead falling onto her side and curling into a ball. The world was spinning, and her face was a hot flush that would probably have been a mural of embarrassment to a Turian. To a human, she had a bit of flushing red and pink flesh behind the white mandibles on her face. Briefly, she was reminded of how recently she'd been let off of bedrest, and the words of a particularly sassy doctor warning her that 'If she didn't listen to her advice, she'd be brought back into Isolation and forced to stay there for the next few days.'<br><br>Slowly, groggily, the Turian woman righted herself on one arm. Her other hand was grasping at her temple, struggling to stop the world from spinning as she groaned something incomprehensible and bordering on a curse against the spirits. "<strong>Whatever shit-eating bastard gave me this stupid Dextro-virus on the Citadel; I swear if I get my talons on them...</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 21:51:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Hobby!&nbsp; She called it a hobby!?&nbsp; Malcolm winced at the term being applied to what <em>he</em> considered very important work.&nbsp; After all, if it weren't for people like him, then biotic amps would never have been invented, and no one got anywhere by just accepting the way things were done and not bothering to envision how they might be better.&nbsp; That was his goal with all of his projects.&nbsp; Striving to improve the amps and upgrades, to find new uses for them, to increase their potential, and eliminate the flaws in the designs.&nbsp; Everything could be improved, after all...nothing was perfect.<br><br>His dismay at having his work disparaged was swiftly squashed when she suddenly went blank-faced and before he could grab her, she was down on the floor.&nbsp; Dropping to his knees, brow furrowing with concern, he reached out to grab her shoulder as she pushed herself up on one arm.&nbsp; "Shit, I should have offered you a chair.&nbsp; Wait...you're sick?&nbsp; Why are you..."<br><br>He frowned at her, torn between concern for her health and safety, and the urge to scold her for working while she was clearly not feeling well.&nbsp; Sure, <em>this</em> time she didn't seem much the worse for wear from fainting, but she could have struck her head when she fell or tumbled down the stairs if she lost consciousness at the wrong time.<br><br>"Look, why don't you let me carry you back to the medbay, and then...if you <em>really</em> need to have these req reviews done, I can help you out.&nbsp; So far they haven't needed me too much in here, and keeping you safe seems more pressing than fiddling with my <em>hobby</em>, as you put it."&nbsp; He'd debated with himself over whether to even ask about carrying her back to where she clearly belonged but decided that she was probably the type to fight being manhandled against her will.&nbsp; And while he could take it, he didn't want to drop her and risk further injury.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 22:21:33</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: Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) </span></strong> <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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)</strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> The fall.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“<strong>If you try to carry me to the Medbay I will bite you and-</strong>” Her instinctive gut reaction, combined with the way her body coiled and expanded like an agitated cat was probably not the best of showings from an overly stressed out woman, but after catching herself and forcing herself to inhale sharply – which had her catching the pleasant scent of cinnamon coming off of him – she righted herself. “<strong>Sorry I...I just-</strong>” She sighed again, frustration in her every movement, even as she started to retract some of the on-edge talons and spiky-bits that had flexed in reaction to her moment of hesitant, indignant embarrassment. “<strong>I just got off of bedrest. There's a stack of about a dozen requisition requests, and I've spent the last three days lying in a bed. Too much to do, not enough time to be tied down by an angry human woman.</strong>”<br><br>She thought about trying to get up herself, but instead she offered him a hand to grab. “<strong>You have some teeth I see. Maybe it was a little...unfair to call it a hobby. I suppose I find it unusual that you're doing this sort of work...well...here. Not exactly the space I'd use for making microadjustments to Biotic Implants. That's more...lab work, in my head.</strong>” She was giving him the chance to heft her up because it might make him feel a bit better, and alleviate the idea that she needed to go to the Medbay. She was not going to be slapped in a bed again. That was a disgrace too far for her! "<strong>Just...don't mention this. Ever. The Human Doctor will be talking my ear off if she hears about this. Just a five minute sit-down and I'll be fine.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 02:13:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>His eyes widened slightly, and while he didn't pull away from her, it was fairly clear that her reaction to his offer was alarming...but also amusing, given the glint in his stormy eyes and the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; "You know, I'm certain that when you're not recovering from an illness you are <em>fearsome</em> indeed, but at the moment?&nbsp; Not that scary, ma'am."&nbsp; Still, he apparently had abandoned the idea of picking her up, though he had to wonder what getting bit by a turian would <em>feel</em> like.&nbsp; Probably better to find out under more pleasant circumstances...<br><br>"Really?&nbsp; I usually deliberately <em>make</em> time for that.&nbsp; What angry woman is this and do you <em>have</em> to be sick to get that sort of treatment, or do you think she'd do it if I asked very, very nicely?"&nbsp; Damnit, Malcolm.&nbsp; He snorted at himself and helped her up, arm sliding comfortably around her waist to help her over to the nearest chair, which just happened to be the one he'd been sitting in while he worked.<br><br>"It <em>is</em> lab work, but I feel bad being in the way there right now - given the mission - and I need to be here in case I have to help out, so I just use my little lighted magnifier and sit at the table and work.&nbsp; It's not really any cleaner or dirtier in here than the lab...and the biogel keeps out contaminants, anyhow."&nbsp; He blinked at her order, shifting a bit and moving to rest his ass on the metal table beside his petri dish, absently reaching to cover it with the top that had been set aside to let him work.<br><br>"I don't know, Florinthia.&nbsp; I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk around on your own and risk hurting yourself if the floor drops out from under you again."&nbsp; He rubbed his neck and absently chewed his lower lip, before perking suddenly.<br><br>"How about you let me come with you?&nbsp; I can help you with your stuff, keep an eye on you, and that way I won't feel the need to go tell the doc about this little spell the moment you walk out of here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 07:01:53</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, Afternoon<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> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Excitement!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Se' was right in bringing up how strange it was that they only just now found each other. She would have liked to say it was pure misfortune but that would not be entirely accurate. "Well, I can explain that. Aside from being called to help with security matters--that the people under me couldn't handle--I may have had it in mind to...hide in the cargo bay for the most part." The admission came with a dark blush and a glance aside. "You know how I am with people."<br><br>When brought to Se's admitted near-blunder of a question, she laughed, and the embarrassment of her own admission faded. How Se' managed to ease her so effortlessly, she did not know; not for all her advanced years. But she accepted it graciously, and easily fell into the next topic of Se' being seen as a troublemaker. "Hm, that would be bad. Then again, people do tend to admire the most cool and dangerous among them. Should I chew you out publicly to increase that reputation? We could come up with a laundry list of bad deeds you've performed." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 07:29:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</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> 17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Gym Talk<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kal'Solon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The shock in his reaction to her client-killing made her frown a bit. It only reminded her how bad a habit it was to cut down an employer in the business of merc work. Thinking back, she never had been a good mercenary. At first she was too violent, then too honorable. Now, it seemed, she was too much of both. <br><br>Fortunately, the mention of Tuchanka brought more pleasant conversation. Well, after the mention of her deadbeat father. "Yes," she answered through a huff of air as she finished her final rep and her set entirely. For a few moments she lay regaining her breath, then she spoke again. "It's surprising to most that I have his DNA, but when I was younger, it was the very first impression people got from me." She sat up, stretching her arms and shoulders. "I've calmed with age, you could say."<br><br>"I have mostly cousins," she answered, a memory clearly coming to her eyes, nearly reaching her lips, then slipping back inside. Then, she stood, stretching and resting her muscles a bit more. "I do have one brother, though I haven't seen him in some time. Perhaps once or twice in the past 50 years, and rarely at all in my Justicar days. Justicars operate in asari space, you see."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 07:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sexy box fight?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Oh, Drinny was clever, but she wasn't <em>that</em> clever. <br><br>Well, maybe she was, but he'd fallen for this trick before and certainly wouldn't again.<br><br>Rather than look behind him, he shot a glance to one side, the the other, and spotted the flying case just in time to charge up enough biotic energy to send the thing flying back the other way with a powerful headbutt. It scattered and skidded across the floor and for a moment--only a moment--he hoped he hadn't just broken whatever was in there.<br><br>But his attention was swift to changed back to Odrinne. He had a challenge to meet. Or two if she had the desire to test her last statement. <br><br>Blue energy coalesced around him, emanating from his very body. To her it may have looked as if he were readying a charge; to crash into her in lieu of any box, and too fast for an easy dodge.<br><br>Then, that energy shot from him to her, forming a singularity that bathed and trapped her, holding her aloft as he walked ever so casually up to her. "Well well well," he hummed, eyes meeting hers with a fiercely teasing glint. "It looks like I swept you off <em>your</em> feet." He chuckled as he stepped a little closer, looking up at her as she drifted higher, her waist now on equal height with his head but still a meter or two away. "You know, if you're convincing enough, I might be willing to let you on top after all. Looks like you're in prime position for it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 07:59:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nello Dreis<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Virologist<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 17th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon<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> Outside Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Standing | "Listening" to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div> <br>Her repetition of his 'yep' earned another laugh from him as her cuteness struck again. Then it struck another time, but with a different result. Confusion seeped into his expression as she spoke of an itinerary, then she mentioned being interested. Fortunately, with her mention of the music and the midnight snacking, he was at least able to puzzle together that her intentions were purely innocent, and that she may have been a lot more sheltered than even he initially thought. Upon this realization, he gave her a smile and said, "I can show you music videos if you like. They encompass cultures' song and dance in a pretty balanced way, depending on the artist.<br><br>"And as for Min, she can join in too. And don't worry too much about her quirks. They're what make people interesting, and the same goes for VI if you ask me." Settling his headphones around his neck, he chuckled throatily once more. "Well, I'll be on my way now. It was great to meet you, Rue. Hopefully other introductions don't get any more exciting than this one. I'd say this is a good, enjoyable cap."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 11:19:17</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>[/font]&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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Bartering <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>She was caught briefly in a loop when the human in front of him started teasing her. He'd probably see the brief moment her brain short-circuited; going between annoyance and amusement, then back to annoyance. She eventually settled for a slightly annoyed, mildly disgusted grunt as she was helped onto a nearby chair. She offered no major resistance, although once she was sat down, she did find herself gripping onto the nearby desk for support, just giving her something to stop the world from spinning so damn always. “<strong>Funny that you find your wit and your spine <em>after</em> I collapse. Do you make a habit of asking angry women to tie you up very, very nicely?</strong>” The Turian's tone was biting, but there was a hint of a smirk on her face. The professionalism had faded; shattered much like the façade that she could just work through her illness. <br><br>He acted a little squirmy about not reporting her illness to the doctor, and instead offered an alternate solution. She mulled it over for a moment, her mandibles moving slightly like a thoughtful twitch before eventually, she let the tip of her blue tongue roll out, chapping slightly against the roof of her mouth in annoyance. “<strong>Honestly, I expected you to try and blackmail me into greenlighting your project. I'm glad you are better than my expectations.</strong>” <br><br>Looking over at Malcolm, she couldn't get the idea of a puppy she'd seen on a holovid out of her memory. He looked nervous and excitable all at the same time. It was sickeningly sweet, but at least he wasn't an asshole. She could work with sickeningly sweet. Sickeningly sweet did what it was told, most of the time. Just needed to scratch the puppy behind the ears once or twice. “<strong>I will allow you to come along as my assistant. I only have two more jobs anyway. We'll pretend this shitshow of a first meeting didn't happen, and then you can escort me back to my room where I'll sleep off this headache. Is that agreeable?</strong>” She paused for a moment, before putting a hand out for him, only to swat away his hand if he instantly tried to take it. "<strong>Can you get me a bottle of water?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 18:58:42</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">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange and scarlet fabric overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Outside engineering hall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> <del>Curiously following the music</del>| Meeting others fast<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nello Dries<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Offering a pleased sound Rue was content in what information she had gathered and potentially could use for future encounters among her crew mates, that of course banking on everyone being as polite and understanding as Nello was, ill fate having woefully left the quarian largely unprepared for the crash course that it was experiencing life off of Flotilla. From the Drell's throaty chuckles though it appeared to be in good humor which eased some of the prickles of uncertainty to finally leave Rue's shoulders, the attempt at a 'joke' perhaps only a quarter serious, or maybe half, but never the less it earned a kind reaction. "I would enjoy that immensely, if you like you may contact me over the Extranet, I should have my own information available soon enough." She'd muse thoughtfully, feeling a pang of pride she was adjusting to her new environment so quickly; at least she hoped she was.<br><br>With their conversation coming to it's natural end Rue was enthused more to have Min's outburst intrigue Nello, a light giggle of her own easily heard as she gave a soft sigh. "She would very much enjoy a chance to witness situations of different cultures, so quirk and all she will be most content as I." The quarian mused, offering a soft bow of her head before straightening. The comment of their exciting meeting did bring a small measure of a blush to her hidden features, thankful for the visor although she had to admit her voice perhaps gave way to some of the feeling. "I sincerely doubt such will be the case, but it has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance Nello, I hope to see you again...without the crash of course." Rue smirked some, giving the drell a small wave before making her way along the hall, light on her feet and truly content for the first time in quite some time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 23:25:31</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<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 | Afternoon<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> Wub dub<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>It was taking great, measured lengths of her self-control not to get overwhelmed; Se’Faema contemplated pulling off the face-place of her helmet in what she imagined would be considered a sly and romantic gesture. Then, she would steal a kiss, say something dashing and charming, before the faceplate was sliding back into place. Maybe she’d wink? Finger-guns didn’t seem appropriate, especially since her hands were occupied with clutching the asari she couldn’t yet muster the courage to break away from. The last thing Se’ wanted was to have Viella D’aix fade away like a mirage, or a waking dream. She spent enough restless nights yearning and aching for another taste, she wasn’t ready for it to be over so soon.<br><br>She didn’t pull away completely, but she pulled away just enough. More as proof for herself that she was capable of doing it, Now that the first jolting rush of pleasurable disbelief was fading, she remembered that fawning and gushing could only be <em>so</em> endearing. Se’Faema had an image to uphold! She had her pride to consider!<br><br>How was it possible for this asari to been even more attractive than she remembered? Se’ lifted her hand, briefly, tracing her thumb over the scar on Viella’s lip. She hadn’t forgotten the way it felt pressed against her own mouth. It was part of what she had missed so much.<br><br>Then the hand was dropping, an internal punishment for forgetting herself again. <strong>“You’ll do no such thing. The only tongue lashing I want coming from you is when I’ve hooked the back of my knees over your shoulders.”</strong> <em>Cool it, Se’Faema!</em> <strong>“If everyone thought you were mad at me I’m pretty certain it would get my bottom lip quivering.”</strong> Then how would she explain away possibly stealing away into Viella’s room one evening?<br><br>She needed to tone it down and hold herself back. She could be happy with just spending time with the asari, with no obligations or expectations. They both had important jobs to do, tasks, and responsibilities. Important things that others would depend on.<br><br>Still… it was good to feel her again, even on the other side of this suit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 00:06:52</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, Afternoon<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> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Excitement!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The sensation of Se's finger running along her upper lip was a startlingly comfortable one. It was one thing to be touched, but in such a place, full of memories, it tended to feel more vulnerable. More bonding. Suffice it to say if this were anyone else she would have pushed them away. Instead, for Se', she smiled and felt the gloved finger move with her curving lips.<br><br>Se's response first made her smile widen, an act made easier by the absence of the finger, but also less fun in itself. Then came the innuendo--or rather, the forward come on--and Viella's blush returned in full force, this time very much clear for Se' to see. Once upon a time she would have smirked and taken that challenge immediately without a care in the world, but a long, long time had passed since she was used to receiving flirts like this--particularly in person and even more particularly when the flirter knew who and what she once was. "That can certainly be arranged," she finally said, her mind finally unblanking, "with the right precautions and...circumstances." The burden of knowing her duty was ever on the mind, after all.<br><br>Fortunately, Se' made holding back a little easier with an alteration of subject. "Hm, then I could congratulate you instead. Then they'll know that I'll like you and...hmm," she paused, thinking for a moment. "No, then you'd be 'teacher's pet.' We wouldn't want everyone thinking you're my pet and receiving extra treats." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 08:57:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He quirked a brow at the backhanded way she complimented him, with every other breath.&nbsp; He wondered idly if that was a Florinthia thing, or if it was just how female turians 'worked', sort of the opposite of the asari.&nbsp; Either way, he was fairly certain that she expected it to bother him, or at the very least erect some form of barrier to entry...but it just made him want to prod even more and see what happened.&nbsp; That would be the part of him that his friends always referred to as 'MT's instinct for self-destruction'.&nbsp; Eh, fuck 'em, nobody ever did anything fun worrying about whether or not the pissy alien lady was gonna stab them in the face.<br><br>"Actually, it's less a habit and more of a...passion.&nbsp; Why, are you hoping I might ask you next?&nbsp; Hm.&nbsp; Maybe once you're feeling a bit more...robust."&nbsp; His grin spread over his features and he leaned back a bit on his hands, grey yes sparkling with more good humor and enthusiasm than the situation seemed to warrant.&nbsp; Who the hell was this gung-ho about following around a grumpy stranger, helping them complete menial tasks while preventing them from falling over and knocking themselves out?&nbsp; Either he was <em>very</em> bored, or insane.&nbsp; Or both.<br><br>"You strike me as the kind of person that will approve my req request because it's not unreasonable and the work I'm doing is valuable. I'd rather save my one chance to blackmail you to force you into letting me look after you, because...well, <em>that</em> actually seems like something you wouldn't do otherwise."&nbsp; The smile on his face only grew as she agreed to his demands, then he looked down when her hand extended toward him, reaching to shake...only to be brushed aside again.&nbsp; It made him huff softly and he slid off the table wondering if there was such a thing as handshake blue-balls.&nbsp; Nah, that was definitely not a thing.<br><br>Brow furrowing, feeling weirdly frustrated and at a loss, he bent to open one of the small under-counter refrigeration units to retrieve a bottle of chilled water.&nbsp; He returned to offer it out to her, eyes glinting as he pulled it back when she reached out and offered his other hand instead.&nbsp; "Shake my hand first."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 11:20:26</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>[/font]&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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Bartering <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>There was a moment, a twinge that Malcolm would no doubt notice, when Florinthia was stuck in a sort of...crossroads. It happened near the end of his ludicrous display of 'Prodding-the-Thresher-Maw' when he withdrew the bottle of water from her grasp and demanded a handshake as payment.&nbsp; It was her eyes that made it obvious. They were predatory at the best of times, as Turian eyes so often looked to those species who didn't call Paloven home. The exoskeletal chitin that formed her brow furrowed, and her yellow irises seemed to shrink down to knife slits as she stabbed daggers into this human's hand with her gaze. <br><br>For a moment, there would be a haze of biotic cloud forming around the Turian, as she thought about the many ways she could brute force her way through this situation. Thoughts of ripping the bottle out of his hand, or just crushing the bottle in his grasp, they were tempting...but ultimately too far on the 'psychopathic' end of the spectrum. Turian-Human relations were already shaky; it wouldn't do any good for stories about some crazy Turian bitch causing havoc on a ship to save humans starting to spread, now would it? That would be an indignation too far. A failure of the Turian Spirit, and a defeat too much.<br><br>So instead, Flo stood up. She moved slowly up from the seat, unravelling and stretching to her full Six-foot-plus of height, and pressed her chest against the human in front of her. She was no busty Asari, and probably gave away her willowy form, but it would let her stare very closely into Malcolm's eyes, and let him see the annoyance building...<br><br>...as well as maybe the tiniest spark of respect.<br><br>She reached out, taking his hand with one taloned three-digit grip and not actually shaking it. Her nails were sharp, but not aggressively digging into Flesh or Steel. If she had something to say about his prosthetic, she clearly didn't care to broach the subject. With her other hand, she reached for the water bottle, gripping it by the cap, she tugged it lightly, trying not to rip it out of his hand and instead assuming he'd give her the prize she'd won by giving into his demand. “<strong>You are a braver man than most. Braver, or stupider. Maybe we'll find out when I'm feeling more...<em>'robust.'</em>'</strong> There was a hint of teasing mockery in the last word; although whether she was mocking him, or herself, it was hard to tell. Instead she tried to just brush past him and go towards the spot she'd collapsed so she could scoop up her data pad. Her last two orders were for a Quarian named Coaf, who'd ordered additional Omni-Gel for a couple of munitions upgrades, and an Asari who'd supposedly asked for the supplies to make alterations to one of the security cameras; which had a poor vantage point due to an outstretched door.<br><br>...She blinked once at the name, reading it, and then scoffing. Viella D'aix must have been a more common name than she knew in Asari culture, because it sounded just like one of the feature ladies in the Publications of Justicar Heroes she read...<br><br>That brief moment of surprise gone, she turned back to Malcolm, pivoting on her foot and trying not to look too annoyed, despite her resting bitch face. “<strong>Are you coming, or not?</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 23:24:14</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<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 | Afternoon<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> Wub dub<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 honestly couldn’t say if Viella was oblivious to the comment she had just made, or if it was so perfectly executed that it really could come across as innocent. The quarian’s knees did the drunken dance again, her stomach tumbled and her heart fluttered as a delighted sigh escaped her nose. She made a mewling sound of longing without even realizing it had trickled off of her lips, and Se’ couldn’t decide which was worse; the possibility that Viella was actually unaware of the things she said, or that they appealed to Se’Faema in ways that she didn’t believe were possible.<br><br>She opened her mouth, closed it, then tried to come across as confident and totally not at all hooked by the illusion of a promising evolution in their… whatever they were. The quarian would have to test the waters and get a better understanding of what she was working with, first, before she’d allow her daydreams to take over again. <strong>“Your uh… pet?”</strong><br><br>Was that a subtly curious lilt in her voice? Or was it too forced? Maybe the inflection was just too ‘casual’ and it would be overlooked?<br><br><em>This beautiful asari is nearly a thousand years old. There is no way…</em><br><br>Se’ poked Viella with one finger, less of a jab and more of a caress as it tailed along the collar bone she had enjoyed nibbling on last year. <strong>“You temptress. You vile, <em>beautiful</em> bosh’tet. You almost nearly had me…”</strong><br><br>The finger inched down, following the hem of her top as if she might be able to will it away. She whispered. <strong>“Let me kiss you.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 00:46:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“I’m guessing you raised quite a bit of mayhem then, before you became a Justicar,” Kal’Solon joked with Viella.&nbsp; “Heard krogan like to brawl and headbutt each other.&nbsp; I imagine with your biotic powers thrown into the mix that you gave a bit more than you got.”<br>More like a damn nightmare if a powerful asari biotic acted like a krogan, but the quarian wasn’t so dumb as to say it out loud.&nbsp; They were getting along pretty well so far, and having the chief of security have a positive impression of him would be pretty handy.&nbsp; Not that he was expecting much in the way of favouritism, given how she still held to some aspects of a Justicar, but it wouldn’t be too bad having her as a friend and it always paid to make connections with people.<br>&nbsp;<br>When the asari stood up, Kal began to set the station up for squats.&nbsp; As he moved the bench aside and removed the weights from the barbell, he turned his head to Viella to display his interest.<br>“A brother?&nbsp; Older or younger?” he asked while readjusting the lift offs and barbell.&nbsp; While he still didn’t know how old Viella was, and still didn’t plan on asking, an older brother would have to mean one really old krogan.&nbsp; Mind, a younger brother could still be a really old krogan, but it was a matter of degrees.&nbsp; He wasn’t too surprised about Justicar only acting in asari space.&nbsp; They sounded like a diplomatic incident waiting to happen if they stepped into another race’s territory.<br>“Oh, did the two of you not get along?&nbsp; Or did the years spent as a Justicar mean you drifted apart?”<br><br>While he disagreed with his family regarding the quarian race’s future, he still missed seeing them from time to time.&nbsp; He wouldn’t mind more opportunities to speak with his sister at the very least, rather than just exchanging the occasional message.&nbsp; But it was unlikely he’d ever set foot on the migrant fleet again, and just as unlikely his family would leave to go visit him, even for just a brief amount of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 01:25:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Malcolm was accustomed to people who knew how eager he was to help others, and how little he gave a shit about dick-measuring or protecting his ego, assuming he was a push-over or a coward.&nbsp; He'd heard plenty of insults and comments, both behind his back and to his face, and his dismissive reaction to them tended to earn him a reputation with those around him, especially certain 'types', who seemed to think that masculinity was measured in machismo.&nbsp; But, when Flo stood up and that faint biotic glow formed around her, he didn't step back or even back down from his demand, nor did his gaze avert from the narrowed slits she pointed at him.<br><br>Angry turian chicks were fucking hot, man.<br><br>The thought went screaming through his head as she slipped her hand into his, the warm, soft, comparatively-fragile human flesh closing firmly around hers as he kept his word and immediately handed over the cold bottle.&nbsp; A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he released her, knowing better than to reveal how the whole game had affected him.&nbsp; The rush of adrenaline that had shot through him when she'd stood up and gotten so close, imposing herself on his space and silently threatening with the display of biotic power, and the flood of excitement when she had offered her hand...along with the smug satisfaction that came from getting his way.&nbsp; All of it would likely get him in deep shit, and so far he'd managed to avoid that...but he didn't plan to stop pushing the limits to see how far she'd let him go.<br><br>Pushing off the table, he moved to join her when she asked if he was coming, a broad smile stretching across his lips at the response that popped into his head, but which he purposefully held back.&nbsp; "So...where are we off to first and what outrageous thing are they asking for?&nbsp; Bouncy castle?&nbsp; Karaoke machine?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 10:26:23</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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering --&gt; Bottom Deck | Near Decontamination<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hmmm...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Mercifully for Malcolm, Florinthia was not a mind-reader. She didn't see the way his eyes ate in her defiance with subtly stoked reverence. She didn't notice the little smirk on his face as he got what he wanted. She didn't sense the pumping of blood, or the rush of hormones. All she saw was a man taking his brief position of power and using it. There was nothing wrong with that, it was the inherent spectre of hierarchy looming over all those who ever wore a military uniform, or served aboard a military ship. Hierarchy was the give-and-take of those in positions of power. Taking stipends, offering rewards and orders...It was as engrained in a Turian's mindset as their metallic exoskeleton was into their flesh. <br><br>...The best thing about Hierarchies was that they changed, frequently. No one stayed on top forever, and Malcolm certainly wouldn't be on top for long.<br><br>Flo unscrewed the top of the bottlecap and sighed, taking in a swig of cold water with a momentary dropping of her guard letting a shiver run through her body, all the way down her spine. Most of the water she'd had in Isolation was luke-warm at best, segregated in a contained area and left for at least half an hour to ensure there was no cross-contamination. The touch of water fresh out of the fridge - crisp and chilled and almost cold enough to be ice – was nectar for her. She cleared her throat once she was done, turning her neck just enough to glance back at the human, walking with purpose as they exited the main Engineering bay. “<strong>Omnigel for their guns, and permission to get one of you techies to rewire and upgrade the security system. Requisition includes manhours, after all.</strong>” She was back to a briefly more...bored-but-serious tone now, the moment of rawness and fire gone with her recovery. “<strong>If requests are ridiculous, I deny them without a visit. Then the query-er can come and visit me to explain why it is important on their damn time. If I visit a party, it's because I can see some value in what they are doing.</strong>” She turned a corner sharply, The talons of her right hand resting on the wall to keep herself balanced as she tested whether moving at pace was what had disoriented her. <br><br>Thankfully, she was relatively unphased. They continued moving until they were a corridor and a half away from the Decontamination ward. When they were in place, she stopped Malcolm by putting a firm hand on his chest, pushing him before starting to look up at the area. “<strong>This is the spot in question...</strong>” She looked at the surroundings and spotted the supposed problem. The bulkhead of a doorway was blocking a Camera's line of sight. Each side could feasibly be used as full cover for an individual and their gun, which was fine until you remembered this was near Decontamination. Not having eyes on that area in particular was a walking nightmare. There were probably a few solutions she could think of: Installing additional cameras, or moving the previous one perhaps; maybe trying to install a VI that could scan an area for the electronic synapse of neurons firing; or just trying to remove the bulkhead. All were technically possible, but each presented unique problems...<br><br>“<strong>You're a techie. What would you do to solve this issue?</strong>” She turned to Malcolm, deciding to put him briefly on the backfoot, considering his insistence to tag along. She opened her Omnitool and showed him the live feed of the Camera, seeing if he figured out the issue, as well as a solution; and how long it took. Intelligence was important, and a cunning man was less likely to waste resources, or come up with a suitable solution. This was his chance to impress her, or to reiterate her catty sense of smug superiority. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 11:30:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"I don't know.&nbsp; Seems like there's a <em>lot</em> of value in a bouncy castle."&nbsp; He paused and looked her over a bit, one corner of his mouth trending upward as he noted the general <em>pointiness</em> of her figure.&nbsp; "Though...maybe not for turians."&nbsp; The mental image of his joyless escort being flung about the inside of a brightly-colored, inflatable castle until her hip or elbow inevitably poked a hole - and the whole thing flew off into the air with a loud blatting noise - sustained him right up until she put a hand on the wall and reminded him that he wasn't with her for mere pleasure.&nbsp; Her steadying herself made him walk a bit closer, pay more attention so that he could potentially reach out and grab her should she lose consciousness again or her legs prove unable to support her weight.<br><br>He watched her closely, unaware of where they were, so when her hand rose and pushed against the center of his chest, he was startled into stopping immediately and then stepping back once with a furrowed brow.&nbsp; Her question only made the furrows deepen as he looked around, then down at the feed, murmuring thoughtfully.&nbsp; "Security's not really my area of expertise, but...May I?"&nbsp; He leaned closer to the pad and then took it from her, assuming she relinquished it into his care, carrying it with him as he followed his form on the screen until he disappeared behind the bulkhead.<br><br>Stepping back out, his eyes rose to the wall opposite his position, almost visibly working through the issue and potential solutions before walking back to her and holding out the pad.&nbsp; "Mirror.&nbsp; Installed on the wall up there in the camera's sightline, so that it reflects the blindspots."&nbsp; He pointed to a spot high up on the wall that was across from the camera, where an angled or rounded mirror could reflect the blocked sections leading from Decontamination.<br><br>"So...do I pass?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 12:57:56</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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering --&gt; Bottom Deck | Near Decontamination<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hmmm...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>She didn't comment much about the bouncy castle. It was too easy for him to figure out what she'd say anyway, and she had no desire to try and play the man's games. She wasn't a mind-reader, but she also wasn't daft. She could see he was starting to press buttons; a common enough game for Humans to play with Turians. They were the stoic, militaristic bird people, after all. Getting them riled up was basically a pass-time for the species, as far as her brief interactions went.<br><br>Flo handed over her datapad with no resistance, already willing to offer him a chance to prove himself. It made no sense to hamstring the man; either he was good enough or he wasn't. Which of the three solutions would he go for? The VI was the most expansive, but also the most expensive; while the Bulkhead was the most time-consuming, and would eliminate a secondary layer of protection in the case of an emergency from Decontamination; of course there was also the idea of installing extra cameras but doing so would-<br><br>"Mirror. Installed on the wall up there in the camera's sightline, so that it reflects the blindspots." <br><br>She blinked for a moment, taking in the suggestion and pausing to visibly think it over. She hadn't thought of that...It was cheaper, it was convenient, and it was easy to install. Damage was a potential problem, but someone would have to smash that mirror a dozen times before it became as expensive as the Camera System, and a few hundred times before it became as costly as the other options...<br><br>He asked whether he passed, and she smirked. It was a genuine bit of mirth from the otherwise catty woman, and she took the datapad back from him, scratching her signature into a form on it, brought up in a heartbeat. “<strong>You do. You've also freed up enough budget that I can bump yours and Coaf's requests up as well. Well done...</strong>” She said, the surprise in her voice apparent even as she tried not to give him too much credit. <br><br>Then, a thought crossed her mind. She decided that revenge was best served hot, and with a bit of retaliatory teasing. “<strong>Now, don't go requisitioning any bouncy castles; the only thing that are worth being called 'bouncy' are a vehicle's suspension, and a bed.</strong>” She gave him a look, brief and smouldering. It was similar to her previous death glare - with those predatory, sharp slits for pupils - but this time, they were more piercing, and more wanting...<br><br>...Then it was gone. Flo's eyes softened, and she smirked at him, before prodding his chest once again. “<strong>That's my work done. I will be heading back to my quarters now. Do you feel the need to escort me there as well, or should I assume we're done for now?</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 12:53:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813745972148043826/23464abe46635ce4ec51b13b04cb2f81.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, topped off with a scowl<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> Positions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"You sent me 1334.6 TB of data," was his quick, indignant retort, his temper already slowly climbing back up. Adding salt to the wound was the fact that she still wasn't facing him, after <em>she</em> had scheduled a meeting with him, and not only that, she was still contorting her body and extending in retracting her limbs in ways her fleshy body shouldn't be able to. A steady stream of quiet, furious breaths filled the void as she continued her little exercise, dropping her body so that it seemed to levitate horizontally across the ground. "Well, I'm here now, so you might as well give me the courtesy of actually facing me while we talk."<br><br>Ignored. His mandibles clicked loudly, and Arcus briefly considered if he should just leave it be and walk away, or sling the stubborn little woman over his shoulder and sit her ass down somewhere she wouldn't be able to thrust her behind at his face, but in the end he opted to temper his frustrations and waited... and waited. <br><br>Though, he would begrudgingly admit that she moved with a lithe grace that suggested she was very experienced in this sort of thing, and that she knew exactly what she was doing. And— having a front seat view of her posterior through see-through pants didn't exactly help his concentration on pressing matters. Such a difference from Turian women, he noted, but in no way a bad thing. He wondered if they would ripple if they were slapped, or if they would clap against each other if she ran while in a hurry. They would physically have to, in theory. Maybe he should keep an eye out for when they were in action— for curiosity and science, of course. <br><br>But, he digressed. His mesmerization with the woman's rear was interrupted by her voice, and Turian returned back to his frustrated self, though he was pleasantly surprised by her pitch. "How can I possibly look through 1334.6 TB of data in a few minutes?" he asked, less a genuine question and more a rhetorical jab. But after that, he took on a professional tone, as he always did when he discusses matters of importance that were worth his time. "But, yes. Even if we are absolutely sure there is no risk of infection other than by ingestion, we might just come in contact with a variant that requires only touch, or to be breathed in, to take effect. The STG agent and I actually spoke about this earlier. Jackiro Indi, his name was, I think. Perhaps you should forward the data to him, go through possible prototypes together."<br><br>"Plus, too many humans aboard that they may become a hindrance and a liability if an outbreak happens. We can't just throw them in a room and call it a day if a quarter of a ship can get infected." One of the very first concerns he had in that first meeting with Sparatus, ignored in favour of railroading the mission, like always. Sometimes he wondered if those beauracrats actually listened to people that actually do their dirty work in the field. <br><br>And finally, after what seemed like an entire excerise routine, the good doctor turned to him, with a scowl to match his, though hers softened considerably upon seeing him, and in turned, reduced his into somewhat of a sulk. He listened with rapt attention like before, and came away much more impressed by the woman, and much less irritated by her antics. "Good work, Dr. Adams. I'm impressed," he said, the compliment genuine in his mind, even thought it may have come out a bit harsher than normal. Relaxing a little he took a seat on one of the many boxes that lined the cargo area, and crossed his arms. "I don't believe we'll run into much trouble on Reetix that we might actually get exposed to the chlorine, but it's always good to have contingencies on hand. I want you to brief the ground team on how to apply the kit." <br><br>Nodding to his own decision, he continued, "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? How long would it have taken you to put that in writing? 30 seconds?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 21:17:53</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, Late Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Yoga pants, sports bra and a scowl.<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> I’m trying to build a bridge here...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Arcus | CLOSED<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>She wasn’t expecting a compliment. The pale blue of her eyes flashed as she blinked rapidly, processing the words, and almost wondered if she had projected them out of thin air. The spectre wasn’t the only one under a lot of stress; while this shit-show was a new introduction for him, it has occupied her life non-stop for the past few weeks. And, honestly, those words were the first time anyone had acknowledged her investment and dedication. The councilors only wanted miracles and instant results. They wanted the problem, at first, to be swept under the rug. Sam’s own <em>insistance</em> kept that from happening. Scream and shout loud enough and long enough, and eventually, the politicians became sincere and assigned a task force to solve the problem. All they wanted were the results they could take credit for.<br><br>And, if it failed… well, there was a spectre to take the fall.<br><br>Disarmed, a little abashed, Samantha lifted a hand and pushed it through her short hair, feathering her bangs as if they were trying to impersonate the crest on the turian’s own head. She all but shuffled and dug her toe into the floor. “I already put together the email with all the data they would require. I plan on sending that out as soon as the researchers confirm a few more things to ensure efficiency.” There was a quick, pink flash as she licked her lips, then finally returned her gaze to Arcus, leaning casually against the crates.<br><br>Was he always trying to look so intimidating? Or was it so ingrained into him that he just didn’t realize it? Intimidating wasn’t enough to turn her around to chase her own tail, however. “That was my written report and supporting evidence I sent you, not a data dump.”<br><br>Now she was rubbing the back of her neck, feeling a little sheepish as she explained <em>why</em> it was so big. “It covers everything from projections of contagious vectors with spore pathogens, taking into account the atmosphere and how chlorine may affect its infection rate and comparisons to similar known viruses on explored territories within the galactic system. I didn’t think you would have any interest in things like <em>Ophiocordyceps unilateralis</em> or the diverse families comprising ecologically, economically, medicinally, and culturally important fungi…”<br><br>She cleared her throat into her hand, then tucked her arm behind her back as the woman rocked back onto her heels. She didn’t think he’d be interested in the conversation she had earlier with the drell containing the various stages of asexual reproduction in plant matter and the spores that these produce. How the very thing they could be looking for could be dependant on the flora’s life cycle. That would only add more stress and frustration, and clearly, he had enough on his plate. Better to keep that one to herself, at least until she could answer with more than ‘I don’t know’.<br><br>At least she could reassure him by answering one of his questions. “I had a similar thought. When this mission was first being put together I had requested that no non-biotics be placed on board. But that shortened the list of candidates considerably, even with dextro-amino bodies in consideration. When we discovered that the spores have been bioengineered, however, their adjusted markers only support our theories.” What little they had to go on. “At first we considered that Salarian’s might also be immune due to the acceleration of their metabolisms; they run hot. Most viruses can’t stand high levels of heat before they break apart. Without further data, it’s not a theory I’m willing to test. But those markers we discover have the spores attaching to a chemical called interferon. It’s…”<br><br>Were his eyes glazing over? Was she prattling on? This was exactly why she wanted to do this in person rather than through an email. “It’s been engineered to reproduce using a chemical that normally destroys this option within the human immune system. Salarians don’t produce interferon, which is more supporting evidence that my species is the target. We don’t know for sure if Salarian’s can get sick, or if they’ll react differently. But the virus still needs to get inside the bloodstream where it can take root.”<br><br>And in this care, she was quite literal with the term.<br><br>“So long as we use proper filtration systems and decontamination protocols, the ship and crew will be safe. The virus cannot withstand living outside of a host for more than an hour." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 23:43:24</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, Afternoon<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> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Excitement!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A quarian's mask was useful for hiding reactions, but it did not hide everything. Viella could still see the widening of the glow that represented her eyes. She could feel her stiffen in her arms, and her thighs clench around her waist. And most notably of all, she could hear the tinge of curiosity in her voice, a curiosity that pushed beyond the simple question she'd posed. Se' was not very good at keeping her thoughts hidden, and perhaps that was what made being around her so comfortable.<br><br>How interesting, though, that such a harmless statement could burrow dirty thoughts into Se's mind. Interesting and a little...exciting.<br><br>She smiled as Se' accused her of temptation, simply shrugging her shoulders in an innocently placating fashion as she held the woman aloft. "Perhaps I am what you say, or perhaps I'm not," she answered, a lilt of playfulness in her own voice. Then, Se' tried to move on again, except this time it was into a dangerously tempting territory of her own. <br><br>Suddenly, Viella felt heat upon her cheeks again, and this time it spread, intensely focusing on the trail Se's finger left behind. "Where?" she asked, though she knew full well that she shouldn't be entertaining this activity during a mission, let alone risking Se' being put down by sickness. She knew this all, and yet something stirred in her; something long repressed; something only Se' had seen in so many years. And so she awaited the answer with heat in her gaze.<br><br>In all fairness, she was now proving herself to be the vile temptress, and could hardly bring herself to mind it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 04:06:01</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<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 | Afternoon<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> Wub dub<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>‘Where’ was such a silly question, although Se’ assumed the temptress simply wished to hear the words out loud from the quarian’s own lips. She was being teased or toyed with, or maybe the asari really was unaware of the sex-appeal she exuded with just her eyes and stern lips. Nearly a thousand years old, and something that was so obvious still evaded her awareness. Se’Faema was a glutton for moments like this, where she was the one able to show the asari what was what and watch her get embarrassed and flushed. Viella D’aix could wipe out entire mercenary squads with just a wave of her biotics, while little Se’Faema vas Jiko could make the woman tremble with a touch of her finger. There was no stronger high than that.<br><br>Well… maybe one. It involved lifting her hand first to stroke against that beloved jaw, before moving to the mask at her helmet. Se’ didn’t hesitate, she wasn’t nervous or wary about her decision. The sensation of fresh air washing across her face had the quarian shivering in delight, but the true anticipation came from watching her hand move without the visor between them. The quarian blinked a few times to get used to the adjustment of the lighting and then proceeded to lock her legs more securely around Viella’s waist. The faceplate remained clutched in one hand, and she leaning forward while encouraging Viella to meet her halfway when she rushed to meet her lips.<br><br>She was greedy here, too. Touch sent her skin rippling with gooseflesh, hot and cold all at once, and drunk off of the flavor of the woman’s lips. She kissed the asari with no restraint, rolling her tongue past her lips to tangle and tease with hers until it threatened to steal her breath away. She wasn’t quick, she wasn’t timid, she was hungry and ravenous and had every intention of making Viella aware of the effect she still held over her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 07:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He grinned as she indicated he'd done well, pleased to have helped her find a cheaper solution to the problem, though not purely because it meant his req would be handled quicker.&nbsp; It was always nice to feel as if you'd been useful, and while he knew she had viewed his presence as a nuisance, perhaps even resenting the implication that she couldn't look after herself, he felt he'd done his part to prove it was worth letting him tag along.&nbsp; If he'd had a tail, the fucker'd have been wagging.<br><br>Then she brought up the bouncy castle again, and he blinked at the mention of the bed.&nbsp; Surely she wasn't?&nbsp; But, no, that <em>look</em> would have been impossible to mistake by even the most sexually oblivious salarian.&nbsp; The way she looked at him sent a spike of heat through his gut and he shifted on his feet, silently willing his body to just <em>fucking</em> behave, goddamnit.&nbsp; Somehow popping a damned erection over a steamy glance seemed...adolescent, and he very much didn't want her to think of him as immature.&nbsp; He swallowed and glanced down at her prodding, cocking a brow as something occurred to him that blessedly distracted from the threat of inopportune boners.<br><br>"You know...for someone I had to bribe to touch my hand, you sure seem to have taken a liking to feeling up my chest, Florinthia.&nbsp; And, yes, I most definitely will be escorting you back to your room, since there's no less chance of you having another...ah, let's just leave it at yes then, shall we?"&nbsp; He recalled her annoyance over the incident and her determination that they pretend it didn't happen and thought for the sake of his chances, maybe a bit of compromise.<br><br>"For the record...what would you do if I did requisition a bed?"<br><br>Only a <em>bit</em>, though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 08:08:01</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, Afternoon<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> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Excitement!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Her question received no answer, and strangely this heightened her nerves. Had her implication been missed, or fallen short? Or--?<br><br>Those thoughts were cut short by the hand caressing her jawline, and soon replaced with joy as she was greeted with a rare and honored sight. Se' removed her helmet's faceplate, and the matriarch could not stop herself from smiling as she watched the beauty blink to adjust her eyes. She felt her shiver in delight at the taste of air against her skin, even recycled air fulfilling a need so consistently denied.<br><br>Then she moved to fulfill another.<br><br>"Mm!" Viella voiced her surprise, the sounds buzzing against Fe's lips and filling her mouth as lips parted to let her tongue dart out. She felt her tongue run against her lips, and in return they parted eagerly so the muscles could happily dance together. "Mmm..."<br><br>She turned, stepping forward and pinning the quarian's back against the wall, and she deepened the kiss with a fervent passion. The taste of Fe' was something she'd had only once before--it lived in her memory--and it was even better than she could possibly recall. With the woman pinned and more easily held aloft by Viella's weight, her hands slipped down to grope her beautifully round cheeks. She kissed and groped to claim, and to satisfy a desire the other woman had planted in her and let grow with her teasing, her cuteness, and her penchant for slightly bloodthirsty behavior when upset and ranting.<br><br>Now was a moment born of a year of longing, and it would be felt in the twirling and wrestling of tongues.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 08:55:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix<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> 17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Gym Talk<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kal'Solon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>"I had an...enthusiasm for combat, yes. And could be brutal when angered." That much hadn't changed completely over the years, but her fuse was lengthened substantially; so much so that it wouldn't be worth mentioning if she'd wanted to. <br><br>She found a thin mat to lay out, then lied back, placing hands behind her head and bending her legs at the knee. Then, she began her sit ups, taking them with a vigor and disciplined form. When he asked about her family, she paused before giving her answer, a smile coming to her face as she spoke between breaths. "He's younger. And we are not drifted apart, per se. I practically raised him. Our time apart is nothing."<br><br>With his questions answered, she offered him questions, pausing to rest as she spoke. "And what of your sister? Do you two get along?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 09:16:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A curse flew through her lips when he caught her ruse and failed to take the bait, but she couldn't deny the fact that his quick-thinking and reaction times were impressive.&nbsp; She had to fight the instinct to glance after the crate, wondering over the fact that her desire to avoid damaging the cargo had dissolved the moment she had a familiar target to aim at.&nbsp; The man just had a way of pushing all the right, and wrong, buttons.<br><br>Her lean muscles flexed as he began to gather energy around him, her body preparing to leap out of the way and - she hoped - send him crashing into more cargo feeling foolish and giving her the chance to gloat.&nbsp; But, instead, she hissed softly with surprise as her feet suddenly left the floor and her eyes narrowed in his direction.&nbsp; "Damnit, Luus!&nbsp; Put me the fuck down!"<br><br>She dangled helplessly in the air, watching him draw closer and feeling her heart rate quickening slightly from the adrenaline rush, which was amped up by the giddy sense of weightlessness in the biotic singularity, and the implications of his words.&nbsp; Glancing down, she tried to somehow regain her footing, without any footing to begin with, and folded her arms across her chest, huffing with a faint note of breathlessness in her voice.&nbsp; "That's not funny, Luus..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 10:12:56</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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bottom Deck | Near Decontamination --&gt; Elevator entrance<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hmmm...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>For a brief moment, she felt a glimmer of triumph. The hint of something delicious and victorious. She'd noticed the hard swallow, and the shift of his footing. He was nervous. Nerves was good. She was going for nerves. It was probably some animal instinct and nothing more than that, but the imagination that she'd managed to worm into his mind did wonders for her ego. She smirked slightly, but said nothing more.<br><br>Upon his mentioning of it, though the Turian's talons retracted from his chest, suddenly realising that her ego-stroking victory might have been a little premature a call. He was calling her out on the touch she hadn't even recognised as happening, and instantly she found her mandibles clicking in annoyance. When had she got comfortable enough to get 'touchy' with this human? It wasn't exactly a declaration of intent or anything, but he was right that she'd been reluctant before. “<strong>I didn't realise being prodded in the chest was 'comfort' in human society. Must be very confusing for your womenfolk.</strong>” She tried to blow off his comment, acting like he'd been wrong by throwing it off with jibes and jests. When she realised how vapid and inconsequential a deflection it really was, she decided to change tact. Sometimes the stick, sometimes the carrot. “<strong>Besides, things change quickly. I do not want to touch every faceless person I meet. Before, you were no one. Someone I had to query and then get on with my day. Now, you are someone. You are competent enough not to be forgettable.</strong>” <br><br>She was about to start walking when he dropped his last little bombshell in the final line. Her brows furrowed. She'd allowed him to get so comfortable around her that he was talking about beds in a pointed jab at her own comment. She shifted and faced him, slouching a little as she crossed her arms over her chest. The spiky limbs hefted her bust slightly, not that she was nearly as well endowed as others on this ship. Samantha alone had enough size on her chest to shame a Turian sisterhood...<br><br>“<strong>If you requisitioned a bed, I'd ask what happened to your last one...and remind you that we don't have an infinite budget to <em>bounce</em> around.</strong>” In a slightly more juvenile display than she might admit, Flo&nbsp; rolled her eyes at him and turned to start walking in the direction of the elevator. Her arms had uncrossed and she was slightly more animated now, her hands having a habit of 'talking' as she did, moving to emphasise whatever she was saying. Thankfully she had resisted the urge to mime the motion for bouncing on a bed. “<strong>You'd probably have to find someone to shack up with until we reach the next sizable station. Don't think there are many Bed stores in the Terminus Sector.</strong>” She giggled a little at that last one, enjoying the thought of him having to awkwardly knock on some co-worker's door in case his bed broke. She'd mostly let the flirting fall flat, trying to maintain a barrier of professionalism after realising her over-ease with Malcolm. Little did she know that while she wasn't actively flirting now, she was easily falling victim to the charms of his rather disarming charm. He wasn't the typical military man, which probably did a lot of good for his chances. <br><br>When they reached the elevator, she pressed it and waited for it to get to them. Finally she turned to face him again, deciding to break the ice in an entirely different way. “<strong>So...How did you get the prosthetic?</strong>” She wasn't subtle, but she was straight to the point. Better sorry than silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 00:44:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Kal’Solon laughed, “That sounds more like it.”<br>With the station set-up, he loaded the barbell with weights, nearly four hundred pounds in total.&nbsp; Getting into position, he exhaled, tightened his abs and grunted when he stood up, the heavy weights pressing down on his shoulders.&nbsp; Slowly descending until his bottom went just below the knee, he then sharply exhaled as he stood back up again.&nbsp; He repeated the motion four more times before setting the barbell back on the liftoffs, panting and sweating underneath his envirosuit.<br>“Well, everyone has been young once, it takes a while before you start to settle down.&nbsp; And some bosh’tets never reach that point.”<br>&nbsp;<br>The quarian didn’t miss Viella’s smile, and while she couldn’t see his, the nod he gave her hinted at it.<br>“That’s good, it’d be a shame if you had drifted apart ma’am.&nbsp; Practically raised him though?&nbsp; That must have been interesting.&nbsp; He must have turned out a lot better tempered than most krogans.”<br>He squared up beneath the barbell, ready to start his lift again, when he paused, realizing that he didn’t know when exactly in her life she helped to raise her brother and it didn’t seem polite to ask.&nbsp; Things must have turned out alright since she looked happy about it.&nbsp; Someone like her couldn’t have raised a terror.<br>&nbsp;<br>As he started to do another rep, he answered the asari with a short, “Yep, sort of.”<br>Kal completed the rest of his reps and set the barbell back into place before continuing to speak.<br>“Lia’Solon vas Neema,” he informed Viella, slightly out of breath.&nbsp; “Like a lot of quarians, she’s something of a tech and engineering specialist.&nbsp; She’s also short as hell and mad about it.&nbsp; Our parents liked to joke, saying I stole most of her height.&nbsp; She had quite the cute tantrums when she was a little kid.”<br>“We do still get along, but, well, she’s with the Fleet and I’m not,” he added, his voice soft as he leaned forward and rested his arms on the barbell.&nbsp; The quarian sure if he should share the reason or not, but given her unique history, maybe she’d understand.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I’m something of an exile.&nbsp; Not expelled, just left due to a difference of opinion.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 01:16:11</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<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 | Afternoon<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> Just like that...<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><br>Yes. That was the sound <em>exactly</em>. The one that filled her dreams and fueled her desire. The one that left Se’Faema fantasizing about the asari she clutched greedily between her thighs and tasted with nothing short of adoration and worship. She was hungry for every moan, every confident stroke of Viella’s hand and to see that beautiful face soften and grow fierce all at once. Se’ never regretted that night they spent together, and even though their paths had split she held on to a hope for a second chance. One that wouldn’t be slightly blurred by the effects of alcohol and a fever that following morning.<br><br>Still totally worth it.<br><br>She had her taste, but it wasn’t enough and the quarian made no attempt to pull away. She would take every second Viella had to give her, a moment that had Se’Faema wrapping her limbs more snuggly around her hips and shoulders until even that didn’t feel like enough. She was burning hot, not with fever but the insatiable need for more. More skin against skin, a transfer of body heat and explosive pleasure. Relief that no module could ever hope to give.<br><br><strong>“My room is your room,”</strong> came her panting voice. Se’ had to tilt her head back in order to get enough oxygen into her brain. The woman was a quivering, knotted ball of urgency but had enough wit and common sense to know that… despite the other races and their ability to adapt and improvise, having sex in a closet really wouldn’t pan out so well for her.<br><br>Maybe one day, with enough time, enough ‘practice’, they might be able to alter her biology enough to acclimate to Viella’s. Maybe then a kiss wouldn’t be considered a risk? Maybe…<br><br>She took one more deep breath in, one more fleeting brush of her lips across the asari’s features, the curve of her jaw, the bow of her bottom lip, that scar… She already missed them, even as she was pulling back and pressing her forehead against Viella’s she wanted to rebel and say ‘to hell with it’. Instead, she regrettably kissed the tip of Viella’s nose and slid her faceplate back into place.<br><br>She administered anti-biotics immediately. There was no flourish or elaborate display to pop up on the screen of her omnitool, but what quarian wanted to display the vulnerability when so many looked down their noses at them for it?<br><br>Back in the helmet, back with the recycled air and a barrier that separated them. It was such a contrast that she couldn’t help but feel a pang of loneliness. <br><br><br><strong>“You’re addictive, Viella D’iax.” </strong>Her thumb was back, tracing the curve of those lips she so easily got lost in. <strong>“Maybe, later, I could have a <em>real</em> taste of you.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 08:33:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>His lips twitched as he witnessed her realization of what she'd been doing, part of him amused by the fact that she'd been unconscious of her own actions, and another part annoyed with himself for putting a stop to them.&nbsp; Now that he'd made her aware of the small touches, he assumed she would cease doing them, probably actively, which also meant that she would be self-conscious and he kicked himself mentally for <em>that</em> as well.&nbsp; Ah, but at least she continued to set him up for interesting quips that kept the conversation precisely on the subject he liked best...at least at the moment.<br><br>"Oh, I think you'll find that there are a good deal of human women who enjoy having their chests prodded, and I personally can think of no more comforting place to lay my head than a woman's chest."&nbsp; His eyes very deliberately dipped to unabashedly admire hers when her arms folded beneath her breasts, then rising again with a grin as she turned away to lead him toward the elevator.&nbsp; A chuckle rose in his throat and he waited until she'd pressed the button, leaning against the wall and folding his own arms across his chest, as he answered her in one thoughtful, teasing breath.<br><br>"Surely, in your role as the req officer, I could simply bunk with you until such time as a new bed could be procured, Florinthia.&nbsp; Isn't that part of your responsibility?"&nbsp; His eyes twinkled with undisguised amusement as he spoke, voice all but caressing the air, voice lowered and deepened as he apparently failed to get the memo about not actively flirting.&nbsp; His eyes remained on her face for a moment, before dropping to the mech arm draped over the flesh one, then back up with a small shrug, despite the faint twitch of his jaw.<br><br>"The same place I got the rest of my scars.&nbsp; Mindoir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 09:42:31</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, Afternoon<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> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Excitement!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>To think she'd believed she was growing too old for such passions. To think she'd be proven so thoroughly wrong.<br><br>Se' ignited something startling in her, something that made her hold onto the quarian as if for dear life, hungering--needing--the taste and soft sensation of her lips on hers. She needed to feel the softness beneath her fingertips, even muted by her envirosuit. With her, this closet felt like a space outside of time, one that left her mind blank and her worries back in reality.<br><br>Then it ended, and Viella found herself panting just as heavily as Fe' as the other woman's offer was imparted. "I will remember that," she said through slightly pursed, still smiling lips. When the faceplate went back on, she felt a pang of sorrow, followed by a pang of guilt, and both, she drowned out as she pressed her forehead to Se's. "I will remember this..." she added, quiet and more to herself than anything. Those words might have sounded familiar to Se', as they had followed their first meeting and 'entanglement.'<br><br>Se's touch was as sensual as her words were tempting, and just as with the kiss, it was all getting her too excited. She could only hope the quarian couldn't feel it, even bundled up as they were. "Yes," she replied, the word much huskier and shadowed by desire than even she expected. <br><br>Then, she cleared her throat and let Se' down. "Though I would enjoy staying here with you longer," she said, "I must get back to my post. The mission is still underway." The words were painful to speak, but she knew where her responsibility lay, and there was no changing it. She gave Se's faceplate one last brush of her lips before turning to leave, only stopping for a moment halfway out the door. "If all's well, I'll see you tonight," she smirked, the glint in her eye showing a rare deviousness, "pet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 10:00:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix<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> 17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Gym Talk<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Kal'Solon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>A smooth laughter flowed from her lips as Kal made mention of the 'bosh'tets' who never learned to calm down. "You've a good point there," she said, smiling through the enjoyable ache her laugh brought to her abdomen. It seemed the sit ups were doing their job already. <br><br>And when Kal guessed that her brother was better tempered than most krogans, she laughed heartily, more amusement and life revealed in the sound than she normally showed around those she was not close to. "Oh, no. If anything, he is worse." Judging by the smile still remaining on her face and the wistful look in her eye, she may have been oddly proud of that fact. That, or simply missing her younger brother.<br><br>Kal's explanation of his own sibling relationship drew her full attention even as she continued her own workout. "Short and angry. Ha, I know someone like that. A quarian, in fact. She too is adorable." Recalling that Kal hadn't used the word 'adorable' exactly, and realizing how much she'd revealed, Viella put more focus into the vigor of her situps and when exile came up as a topic, she paused to eagerly leap to it. "What is this difference in opinion? Is it concerning the geth? Flotilla life?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 11:23:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sexy box fight?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus' mandibles simply raised in a smile as he noted the slightest shift in her voice. That telltale breathlessness that drew his curious mind to just why she crossed her arms over her chest in this moment. "Feeling all tingly, Drinny? Exciting, isn't it?" <br><br>With a thoughtful tapping of his chin, he feigned at considering just letting her down easy. "Sorry, I'm going to need you to admit defeat first," he said. "Simple as that. Or, if you're more interested in what I said not being a joke, we could make some very serious headway there." The pun potential was not lost on him. In fact, one could reason that his talon stroked along his maw at just that moment on purpose.<br><br>"Answer me this: have you ever been tongue lashed by a turian. In the non-boring way. While floating? If you haven't, would you like to give it a try? And if you have, how about a repeat?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 15:17:47</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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bottom Deck | Near Decontamination --&gt; Elevator entrance<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hmmm...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Florinthia's eye twitched for a moment as she caught onto Malcolm pushing to flirt more with her. He was hardly subtle, even if he wasn't exactly the normal flyboy she ended up having to rebut in Turian society. Truth be told, Cabal members weren't exactly 'hot property' in her own culture because of stigma against them. A few people had made passes; and sometimes she even rode the wave for a bit. As much as a way of taking some of her life for herself, than out of any affection or desire. The odd rumour that the precious firstborn of the Legiticus clan shacking up with some braindead Turian grunt no doubt brought dear old dad no end of headaches, after all; and that was enough to leave her with a smile.<br><br>In this situation though, she wasn't smiling. The click of a mandible and the tap of a fingernail against her wrist was enough to stop her from being hasty, or cruel. He was playful, and sweet at times. Puppy-like, in a way. It might have been cute if not for how this whole thing had started. “<strong>Tell me, was this whole 'Follow me so I don't collapse' routine just a way to try and sneak into my pants? If you're that desperate to 'bunk', maybe wait until I'm healthy, or find an Asari. You might seem a little less...desperate.</strong>” She watched his gaze, undeniably a mixture of teasing and playful, as he went from her chest, to her face, then down to his arm.<br><br>The mention of his prosthetic seemingly brought a different side of him out. Something slightly more serious, and slightly less chatty. She'd read about reports on the Mindoir incident. “<strong>Batarians...</strong>” She frowned, trying not to look like she was pitying the man. At this point, the Elevator doors opened, and she stepped in and leaned against a railing. “<strong>...Disgusting little creatures. Were you a colonist, or a soldier? I'm guessing soldier, but I hear both groups got some unfortunate action.</strong>” It was difficult to offer sympathies for the man, because sympathy so often turned into pity. Mindoir was a trying time for early human civilisation, and a reminder that not everyone would view their entrance onto the Galactic stage kindly. Batarians were vile worms, in the Adept's mind, and their caste system was enough for her to consider plenty of targeted and violent actions against them. Thankfully they didn't dare anger the Turian regime, but that wasn't always going to be true. If she'd been an Admiral, she would...<br><br>...Flo frowned, annoyed at herself for going in that same direction she so often went. The what-ifs, the how-it-should-have-beens, and the If-onlys. She needed a distraction, so she focused back in on Malcolm. Honing at his face, his handsomeness caught her eye again. She hadn't often vocalised it, but humans certainly had a delightful aesthetic. They may be a touch too soft, but their was strength behind their looks too: Strong cheekbones; defined chins; those cute little noses they tended to have...And their lips. Their lips were fascinating pieces of flesh, pink and inviting. 'How did they taste?' she sometimes wondered. "<strong>What made you turn to Engineering? I understand human prosthetics are advanced enough to keep an individual combat-ready. If you were a soldier, why change to something new? If you were a colonist, why not enlist for some sort of...of vindication?</strong>" It was perhaps cruel, but focusing on Mindoir kept Malcolm as the topic of conversation, which meant he wasn't flirting, and her mind wasn't driving her to hurting. She'd do much better being indignant and furious at Batarians than she would annoyed at her own situation, or trying to swat down his flirtation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 12:46:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>His brow furrowed at the use of the word 'desperate', twice no less, and he followed her onto the elevator with a kind of effortlessly easy swagger, the slight sway of his stride a consequence of the damage that had been done to his back, pelvis and left leg, rather than an affectation of arrogance.&nbsp; Taking up position against the wall of the elevator, he left his meaty man-arm draped across his upper abdomen as he extended the badass cyborg arm slightly, eyes lifting from it to her face as he cocked his head.&nbsp; "I can't tell who you just insulted more, me or yourself.&nbsp; Firstly..."&nbsp; He turned the biometal arm to hold up his index finger.&nbsp; "...ill or healthy, a body doesn't have to be 'desperate' to want to bunk with you, Florinthia.&nbsp; Secondly..."&nbsp; His middle finger rose to join the index.&nbsp; "...I don't think <em>anyone</em> would call what I'm doing 'sneaking'.&nbsp; And third..."&nbsp; He added his ring finger and wiggled all three with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; "...no.&nbsp; I am genuinely concerned about your safety...getting to spend more time with you is just a lovely perk."<br><br>The levity in his expression and voice faded as the subject returned, inevitably, back to the very species that supposedly had sparked the need for the mission they were on.&nbsp; He dropped his arm to fold it back over his chest with the other and drew in a deep breath, exhaling as his shoulders crept upward slightly with the tension gathering in them.&nbsp; "Career soldier.&nbsp; The only thing I wanted to do since I was about five years old, when I read a story about a soldier in some human war hundreds of years ago who saved a bunch of people from this enemy attack.&nbsp; I wanted to be like that guy, helping people and risking my life to protect others from harm."<br><br>He stopped and lifted the mech hand to rub the back of his neck, absently trying to massage the tension away, but knowing that was just his free gift with purchase when it came to war wounds.&nbsp; "Anyway, the civilians on Mindoir had it worse...the <em>lucky</em> ones just got brutally slaughtered.&nbsp; The not so lucky ones..."&nbsp; He stopped and shifted, the angles of his face seeming to sharpen as he clenched his jaw and pushed off the wall, giving a small shrug.&nbsp; "After Mindoir, my mother couldn't bear to see me continue.&nbsp; She didn't want me joining up to begin with, but I guess seeing the mess the military made of her boy really drove the fears home.&nbsp; That and...failing to help those poor people, well...guess it just seemed like I'd be better off doing something that helps <em>other</em> people do the job I couldn't."<br><br>He seemed grateful when the elevator doors opened and he stepped out, heaving a sigh of relief as if having just escaped some sort of gulag.&nbsp; Glancing back at her, he waited a few steps beyond the lift, letting her take the lead once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 20:22:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Kal'Solon vas Nedas<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> Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Bay Area<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Working Out<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Kal’Solon nearly stumbled as he was about to start on his third set.<br>“I’m sorry ma’am, worse?” he asked in disbelief.&nbsp; Given how the average krogan acted, he didn’t want to imagine what worse would look like.&nbsp; And she looked so proud about it too.&nbsp; It was probably a personal bias towards the sibling she helped raise, as it was hard to believe that her old Code would allow her to tolerate whatever this terror of a krogan got up to otherwise.<br>“Most of the krogan I’ve met tended to be ornery and a bit free with the headbutts,” the quarian put forward cautiously.&nbsp; “How much worse is worse?”<br>&nbsp;<br>Beginning his set, Kal didn’t miss Viella’s use of the word ‘adorable’.&nbsp; It was a good thing he didn’t need to conceal his grin.&nbsp; All sorts of speculation raced through his head, but he refrained from inquiring any further.&nbsp; Whatever business was going on there was between the asari and this ‘adorable’ quarian, he didn’t need to be nosy and pry.&nbsp; Given that the chief of a security was a matriarch, the age difference between the two had to be rather substantial, but that was inevitable with asari.&nbsp; Anyways, past a certain point, the age difference was just a number.<br>“Yea, she’s adorable,” he grunted out.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was a good thing his set was nearly done when Viella asked about his exile.&nbsp; Setting the bar down, he leaned against it and panted a bit as he gathered his thoughts.<br>“Not so much the geth, though I have thoughts on them too,” Kal’Solon answered.&nbsp; “Look, I’m not a philosopher, I don’t have it in me to figure out if the geth are truly alive or have a soul.&nbsp; What I do know is that if I started to shoot at someone for asking an innocent question, I don’t get to be upset when they start shooting back.&nbsp; My ancestors acted like a raw recruit when he gets scared, panic firing without analyzing the situation at first.&nbsp; And now we’ve all paid for it.”<br>The quarian grimaced, and the sudden tensing of his shoulders reflected it, “But that isn’t what drew me apart from the rest of the fleet.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Almost every quarian dreams about Rannoch and taking it back from the geth.&nbsp; I was like that too, before my pilgrimage.&nbsp; But once I went out, I was able to see a whole different galaxy, experience completely new things and ideas.&nbsp; It made me realize that for the last three hundred years, we’ve been pining away for our home world and our culture has been stagnating in the process.&nbsp; Our population is tightly controlled, our fleet is a fleet made of scrap and the leftovers of others, and we’ve ruined our immune systems, confined ourselves to individual prisons.”<br>The last statement was particularly bitter, said through gritted teeth and raised volume.<br>“No one alive has seen Rannoch themselves, we’ve been yearning for a place that we only know through stories, pictures and old videos,” he stated.&nbsp; “And why?&nbsp; So that maybe someday, our descendants can throw their lives away trying to retake our homeworld fighting the geth, who have been left free to advance and grow with far more resources available to them this entire time?&nbsp; Not like any of the other races would be pitching in to help clean up a mess we made.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“So, I said as much, said that we should just find some planets and colonize those, start over.&nbsp; Sure, it’d take centuries before we fully settled in, but can’t we say the same about taking Rannoch back?&nbsp; We should start working on repairing our immune systems, lay the foundation so that one day, future quarians could walk around without suits and breath non-filtered air.”<br>Kal chuckled and shook his head, “That didn’t go over well.&nbsp; I was smart enough to not be a stupid grunt who only obeys orders, but not smart enough to keep my mouth shut.&nbsp; I was ostracized, and since I didn’t feel like changing my opinion, I left.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 02:09:29</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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bottom Deck | Near Decontamination --&gt; Elevator entrance<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hmmm...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Florintha was a little surprised by the direction he took the retort. He called her out threefold, and dropped more than a little bit of the game in order to just flat out compliment her. It was enough to leave her stunned for a moment, before she cleared her throat and rolled her eyes at him calling it some 'lovely perk.' to be around her. He was a flatterer, if nothing else. It was always nice to be flattered from time-to-time, but there was still an element of uncertainty about it for her. She didn't really know if there was some angle here, as her mind initially suspected, but speaking with Malcolm made it seem he wasn't that sort of personality. She just ended up saying one word to summarise his trifold analysis. “<strong>Charming...</strong>” <br><br>To be fair, she wasn't lying. She also wasn't going to make it easy for anyone to crawl into her bunk. In Flo's mind, she'd make that choice for herself later. It wasn't a no though.<br><br>The brief bit of seriousness about Mindoir was enough to remind the Turian once more of her loathing for the Batarians, and made her face briefly contort into a sort of pitiful frown. He had a lot of pent up emotion about Mindoir, but his reasoning for why he became an Engineer didn't sit pretty with her. It perhaps struck a little too close to home, in fact. “<strong>Was it what you wanted? To be an Engineer, I mean. I'm sure your work is vital, but it isn't what motivated you at first. Was it your choice, or your mommas?</strong>” She paused briefly, trying to read the man's answer and judge him for what came out of his mouth next. Turian society encouraged self-sacrifice and working for the betterment of the group. It was the attitude that had her forced away from her real life's work, and into the Cabal. It was what had denied her the right to seek out the Spectre Status she'd wanted. She hated the idea of having to give up her life to make someone else happy, and the thought it happened to others made her carapace itch. <br><br>She stepped out of the elevator, realising they were actually on the middle floor now....She sort of hovered by the elevator, subconsciously reluctant to head to her room just yet. “<strong>Tell you what; I'm an awful shot nowadays. Gotten too used to using Biotics in a battle to need to practice trigger discipline. How about you and I go shooting at some point? The Biotic and the Engineer, practicing unused skills. I should be ready in a couple days. Give you a chance to make some loud noises with me, and not talk about shitty pasts. Been a while since I took a pretty boy on a date.</strong>” She chuckled a little, smirking at the idea of flirting a bit more openly now that she had grown more comfortable. He'd opened up to her, and that took guts. She liked a bit of spunk from a man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 07:08:34</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 | Afternoon<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> Getting the last word...<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>Through time and space, through their long-distance of open communication and the months spent talking and teasing one another… nothing hit Se’Faema right in the baby-maker quite like Viella’s parting words. Specifically, the usage of Pet.<br><br>She had said it again, confirming what the quarian already knew. The single word literally made her legs buckle and wobble, they forced the quarian to shiver with her next breath and forget all about ‘playing it cool’. She was eventually forced to reach out with both hands and grip the shelves in order to keep from falling right then and there, and in her ‘graceful’ display of casual and cool… Se’Faema sent inventory clattering right to the ground. Boxes of basic supplies and tools, the mundane everyday items that a lab burned through with various tests and projects. Petri dishes, test tubes, a few clothes used for cleaning, and powerful microbial solvents safely sealed away in plastic containers. With a crash and bang, all of these things tumbled to the floor with great enthusiasm.<br><br>“It’s cool!” Fae said in a shrill voice, once that was decidedly <em>not</em> cool and breezy. “Just uh… just my plan to look busy and explain why I’m in the closet! Or why I came out of the closet… Oh wait, no that’s a euphemism, isn't it? Damn it…” She gestured wildly with her hands, which only sent another few items tumbling to the ground.<br><br>Mortified, and the most vibrant shade of lavender that Viella would never get to see, Se’Faema started to rock on her heels as she folded her arms behind her back, adopting the idea that if she just ignored it…<br><br><em>Keelah! And I was doing so well!</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2021, 09:34:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Her question had him pinching the back of his neck again, consciously forcing the muscles in his back to loosen up, knowing that if he let tension coil in them there was the chance they'd tighten up into the blindingly agonizing knots that left him seeing stars and feeling as if he were lying in that fucking trench again.&nbsp; Scratching at the back of his head, he murmured with a smirk.&nbsp; "I'm good at it, always have been.&nbsp; It's not just for her sake, hell...if that had been the case, I'd have never joined up in the first place.&nbsp; No, after Mindoir, I wasn't really any use as a soldier anymore, didn't feel like it was right to put the uniform back on and pretend like I <em>was</em>.&nbsp; Everyone's better off if I'm doing what I'm doing."<br><br>He looked more than a little stunned by the request (offer?), having been mentally practicing some sort of suggestion to get the chance to spend more time with her.&nbsp; Fully expecting to be shot down.&nbsp; When she called him pretty and referred to the outing as a date, he didn't know how to respond for a moment.&nbsp; After picking his brain back up off the floor where he'd dropped it, however, he nodded quickly, the eager grin rising back to his lips, and the energy that had been briefly subsumed during the talk of his military failures returned.<br><br>"Y-Yeah!&nbsp; I'd like that.&nbsp; It's been a long time, but I guess there's always a chance I'll need to pull on those old skills on this mission, so it would be a good idea to bone up.&nbsp; You...you can just hit me up when you're feeling up to it.&nbsp; I'm MTArmE@ctdl.net."&nbsp; He drew the letters in the air with his metal index finger as he spoke, then dropped the hand back down at his side, peering at her with an air of someone trying to riddle out the function of some strange, alien device or decipher some complex bit of coding.<br><br>"Want me to walk you to your room, Florinthia?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>25-03-2021, 18:35:40</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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck, technically | Elevator entrance --&gt; Flo's Room.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hmmm...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Flo noticed the way he fidgetted. He was rubbing the back of his neck and the scruff of his hair. It was a nervous looking tick, and made her realise just how much he was the sort to talk with his hands. Hell, he'd done it plenty already. He even traced his extranet account in the air like he was tracing a signature. After a moment, she smirked. “<strong>Heh, clever name...</strong>” She said, catching onto the pun after a few seconds.<br><br>He'd put himself down a lot in his evaluation of Mindoir, and she felt she could understand a little of it. Perhaps it was some form of survivor's guilt, or just a healthy dose of self-loathing that came from being a failure who didn't pay the ultimate price. Sometimes soldiers did that to themselves:&nbsp; Beat themselves up because they came back and others didn't. Hell, he'd all but admitted that his own parent had guilt-tripped him for doing his job, even if it wasn't done in malice. That sort of thing took a toll on a mind.<br><br>“<strong>Skills are best sharpened. You might say you're no use as a soldier, but I trust you more than some of the idiots on this tub.</strong>” She raised her hand to fire up her OmniTool. A few seconds later, there would be a light 'ding' on Malcolm's device indicating a received message. “<strong>C'mon. You've already gotten most of the way there. Might as well let you walk me to my room. Just don't expect to slide in the door, or I'll slam it shut on your foot.</strong>” She nodded down the hallway and started to walk. Her sense of balance had improved during the slow passage through the Kalanhai, but that didn't stop her occasionally touching the wall to steady herself if a wave of sickness came to close. She only touched the metal of the ship once or twice, but it was more than enough to remind her of her mortality. Casually messing with Biotics too early was probably the root cause, but she'd been so bored in confinement that she was determined to test the waters.<br><br>A few hundred yards of walking and eventually they were at her room. It took Flo seconds to type in her door code and, with a hiss, her abode was on display. It was...immaculate and spartan, having only a couple of boxes of nick knacks on her bed to show that it was even occupied. Quickly enough it would be obvious that she'd spent all of ten minutes in here before her sickness had knocked her out. The only thing of note was a pair of framed photographs depicting groups of Turians; One was a squad of a few dozen, and the other was just three people: An older man and two smaller Turians, one of each sex. "<strong>Shit, I still have to clear the bed...</strong>" She rolled her eyes, talking mostly to herself. "<strong>I'm here now. You can leave me to tidy and sleep off this migraine.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>27-03-2021, 03:41:28</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, Afternoon<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> Bio-engineering lab<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Excitement!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Se'Faema vas Jiko<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>None could say that the asari wasn't perceptive. She noted Fae's reaction, saw her shiver so very prettily at the word that had stoked such curiosity in her before. But rather than stay and watch her flustered reaction, she decided to move on and let the quarian hold onto the dignity of being able to say she'd played it cool.<br><br>Then the crashing happened, and Viella was back in the room in an instant, eyes first scanning it for the cause, and in finding it--or rather her--she stepped closer, smiling softly. Warmly. A rare sight. "Not to worry, I'll help you clean this up. Then we can come out of the closet together." Her smiling expression barely twitched a muscle out of place, but a twinkle of mischief did dance in her eyes as she used the quarian's euphemism against her.<br><br>She bent down to begin salvaging the mess when her omnitool went off. Brows furrowed and features tightening into a somber look, she read the message waiting for her. The three squads had encountered danger, the med bay was to be prepped, and the squads would be returning shortly, with prisoners, after a rescue mission was completed. <br><br>Who was being rescued? Who was in need of it? Were they all alive? Was <em>he</em>?<br><br>"I have to go. They're returning with prisoners and wounded. I need to be there." Her eyes met Fae's, showing some reluctance, but determination and duty won out. She stood, bidding her farewell again, and marched out to the hall and toward the Security office to rally her guards and order them to meet the returning crew.<br><br>---<br><br>"Chase," she called to the human second in command when the woman was on her way out. "When you get there, I want you to message me with the details of one of the krogan agents. Jorgal Drack. Tell me his status."<br><br>This would all that she would share, and with her normal heights of stoicism, she sent the woman off to lead the meeting and prisoner escort.<br><br>Worry settled in her heart as she sat at her desk. And for a time she only minimally distracted herself by lifting her Security Chief placard from its surface, spinning it slowly as her mind spun, wondering at the fate of her brother. And yet she did not go to them. Not yet.<br><br><em> “Viella D’iax, can you come to medical, please?”</em><br><br>The call caused an arch in curiosity, which soon fell in place of a sinking sullenness. She stood all the same and walked towards the elevators leading to mid-deck. She could assume what this meant, and even at best, it was not good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>27-03-2021, 21:14:15</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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Mission attire, sans helmet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Interrogation<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Batarian Prisoner, Krogan Prisoner, Ashton Chase, Viella [M], Odrinne&nbsp; [M], Kal'Solon [M], Flo [M]&nbsp; | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>With the evacuation completed, and the team back on the Kalanhai, Jackiro's focus was off of the teams and the injured, and it was struck firmly once again on the mission at hand. Within minutes, he was summoning additional support for the transfer of prisoners, paging first the Security Officer Viella, and then to a few other parties who might be interested in supporting the action; such as the Asari's second, a Drell Mercenary, a partially recovered Turian Biotic, and a Quarian male. He intentionally omitted only one name of unused Combat assets from the list; namely Ness Myjin. Her thoughts would likely be...somewhere else. There was no promise she wouldn't be particularly compromised.<br><br>A few people got back immediately, with the Turian reporting she was still too unwell for active duty, and the Asari Chief-of-Security's Second confirming they would be present. <br><br>Jackiro moved quickly enough, encouraging the Krogan Warlord with the missing arm to follow him without any particularly strong bindings, all while keeping a bag on the Batarian's head. He was sure that fear and the promise of safety would keep the Krogan curtailed, but if not he could just shoot the thing's knees out.<br><br>The slow journey from the Hanger to the Brig was fairly simple, with only a mild tension in his gut. He wanted to check on Samantha, and Arcus. The two had been decent folk, and he hated to think they might not be able to participate in Poker night. Perhaps he could host it in the medical bay?<br><br>Shaking the errant, irrational thought from his mind he focused on the important. He focused on the mission. The two prisoners were led into a single cell, and instructed to sit behind the same table on opposite sides, binding them with heavy duty cuffs. There was a method to this, as abnormal a technique as it was. Hopefully they would co-operate, but if not, he hoped that turning them against each other might be the best way to ensure the competitive mercenary instincts to kick in, and survivor's instinct to win out.<br><br>He waited ten minutes for people to arrive, so as to observe or insert themselves into the interrogation. When that time was done, no matter who arrived, he began. “Begin Recording, authorisation STG dash Three, Twenty, Four, Twelve Taskforce AA.” To the Blood Pack, it was gibberish. To most of the people onlooking it was likely gibberish. To him, it was a way to clear his throat, and to set the tone for this interrogation. It was a simple enough cypher for him to find the recording later. If the Blood Pack were savvy, and picked up the one detail in said cypher that was obvious – by design - they would know they were in trouble. <br><br>“Shall begin. Prisoner on left, please state name and affiliation.” He pointed towards the Krogan, waiting for him to speak before then continuing in a mechanical, focused manner. “Prisoner on...Oh, deary me. Forgot manners.” He walked over to the Batarian, ripping the hood off of him and making sure the first thing he saw was the Krogan Warlord, brutalised and still likely in a state of shock after the Amputation of his arm, before Jackiro walked to his previous spot in between the two at the 'head' of the table. “Prisoner on Right, please state name and affiliation. Please do not waste time. Krogan is aware of what happens when people waste my time and are rude, Cannot imagine you do any better than he did.” He paused, waiting to hear from the Prisoners. He didn't imagine anyone else would be keen to jump in with this business, but they were welcome to, assuming they didn't undermine him. That would be a rather unprofessional thing to do. A detriment to the mission at large. By this time, he had taken the Krogan's Omnitool off of him, and had handed it off to be delivered to Engineering for repair. Hopefully it had some recoverable data, in case this proved less fruitful than he hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>28-03-2021, 20:45:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Playing ‘20 questions’<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Prisoners | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Ashton took up her favorite post as a voyeur in the corner, standing there with both arms crossed at her chest while she casually leaned against the wall. It promised to be a good show; both the batarian and the krogan prisoners looked worse for wear, but passed the clearance screening from the medical technitian. No doubt they would entertain the idea of playing the tough act, but she didn’t expect it to hold out for long. Those STG guys were crazy bastards, and if the rumors were to be believed, then the krogan wasn’t going to put up much of a fight a second time. The jury was still out on the batarian asshole, though.<br><br>“Pix, of clan Cuga.” Said the krogan. Ashton wouldn’t say that he was ‘cowed’, but he certainly didn’t hesitate to provide that answer.<br><br>The batarian was blinking his eyes -all four of them. The concussion he had suffered wasn’t enough to keep him flat on his back, but it did create a lag of translation in his brain. He knew that there was a salarian sitting in front of him, asking questions. He seemed to recognize Pix and didn’t react to his words. But a growing frown deepened the creases on his face as he started to really wake up and realize the situation he was in. One moment, he was fighting on an alien moon, the next, he was sitting in a chair being questioned by a salarian who meant business.<br><br>The confusion only increased for the alien when it received an encouraging gesture from the krogan -who seemed intent on proving helpful.<br><br><strong>“Ipako. Ipako Pregcalok. Bloodpack.”</strong> He didn’t sound so certain. But Ashton believed that had less to do with a lie, and more to do with his sluggish brain.<br><br>While Jackiro recorded to exchange, she made notes on the discussion so far, ready to send frequent updates to Viella to keep the woman informed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>30-03-2021, 11:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Dark, deep eyes widened and she felt her frills twitch, flare, and even give a telling shiver, her attempts to somehow writhe free of his hold stilling as her reasoned mind over-rode the pure animal instinct.&nbsp; It was always so hard to gauge whether the frustrating turian was being serious or not, and it didn't help that his finger was drawing her attention to the mouth he was 'threatening' her with.&nbsp; Her blood was up, that was all.&nbsp; Fighting always got her like that, and while they'd just been playing about, it still counted.&nbsp; Right?<br><br>"Luus..."&nbsp; She bristled at the softness in her voice, the near-moan that she could hear threading through his name.&nbsp; Goddamn him.&nbsp; Swallowing, she tried to clench her lean thighs discretely against an ache, his words sending images tumbling through her mind and making it difficult to concentrate on being annoyed at him.&nbsp; "You'll fucking drop me, bird brain.&nbsp; Have you ever given one of my race a 'tongue-lashing' before?&nbsp; The last human to do it spent over two hours marveling at the color of the lights in the ceiling of his bunk.&nbsp; Luckily, he remained plenty conscious and hard enough to still be of <em>some</em> use."<br><br>Her lips twitched into a faint smirk, brows arching and her chin jerking up with a return of some of her stubbornness.&nbsp; "Besides, are you planning to do it right here where anyone can walk in and see us?"&nbsp; Her eyes flicked to the entrances that led into the cargo hold, another of those subtle quivers running through her frills as she realized that actually wasn't as much of a problem for her as it should have been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>30-03-2021, 11:22:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He grinned at her assessment of his email, then glanced down when his device dinged.&nbsp; Tapping brought it up, and he read quickly before glancing up with a playful grin, eyes twinkling with an impish light.&nbsp; "Leg it, Flo?&nbsp; Where you legging it to, exactly?&nbsp; Also, I would be reticent if I didn't point out the kismet inherent in the fact that we both have limbs in our emails."&nbsp; He deactivated the Omni and walked along with her toward her room, a new bounce in his step, despite the harrowing discussion of memories he felt better burying.<br><br>It was hard to gauge, even for himself, whether it was the promise of getting to spend more time with Florinthia, or the compliment she'd given him.&nbsp; Deep down, there was even a trickle of excitement over feeling a pistol in his hand again after so long.&nbsp; He'd never loved the violence the way some of the others had, nor had he found a thrill in the adrenaline rush during combat.&nbsp; He would have been happy to have spent his whole career never using any of his weapons, as long as it meant innocent civilians were saved.&nbsp; But, even so...target practice, honing those long-unused skills would feel like coming home.<br><br>Concern drew his focus back to Flo as her hand touched the wall, he never stepped in to touch or offer assistance, but h was ready in case the wall failed to provide enough support.&nbsp; Still, it was those moments of unsteadiness that made him shake his head when Flo tried to shoo him away.&nbsp; "C'mon, Florinthia.&nbsp; You're not in any state to be moving those boxes.&nbsp; At the risk of you crushing my foot, can I at least step in and haul them where you want them, so you can just lay down and rest?"<br><br>He arched a brow at her, not waiting for a definitive answer before he was stepping in to lift the first box, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing beneath his tank top.&nbsp; He glanced at her, tilting his head to wait for some indication of where she wanted the box.&nbsp; "Uhm...you want me to pop in and let the doc know you're resting in your room?&nbsp; Not snitching, just so she'll know where you are and not pop in looking for you and interrupt your nap.&nbsp; I know how frustrating it can be to have to deal with people when you're in pain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>31-03-2021, 12:23:05</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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Mission attire, sans helmet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Interrogation<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Ipako, Pix, Ashton , | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jackiro clapped his hands together suddenly, as much to make the pair jumpy at the sudden 'bang' sound as to express his emotions. He carefully cultivated this approach that he was a creature of calm rationality because it made him all the more terrifying when the switch flipped. Pix would know that, and Pix would hopefully react the most to his theatrics. “Excellent. Glad both of you willing to co-operate on basic and fundamental level. See look of recognition on face, Ipako...” A Statement, not a question. The Salarian knew how to read people. “...You know Pix? Both work for Bloodpack, I assume?” <br><br>He didn't much wait for an answer, instead barrelling forward unto the meat of the interrogation. “Ipako, will ask you first. Why on Reetix? Blood Pack had multiple teams on surface, it seems. Far enough away from core operating systems that unlikely to be mere scavenging operation. Would appreciate enlightenment as to motive. Can offer rewards for co-operation. Incentives that will increase comfort during incarceration period. Good enough behaviour could lead to handing over to more light-handed organisations like C-SEC. Would hate to have to hand over Batarian prisoner to, say, Alliance Peacekeepers?” The underlying threat was clear, and the Batarian would likely know that Jackiro had basically dangled a legal death-threat over his head. Surely, it would be perfectly reasonable to hand over a prisoner to an organisation linked with the mission, right?<br><br>Once he finished speaking, Jacki didn't so much as turn to Pix, as just <em>glance</em> at him over his shoulder. Ipako would require threats. He would require proof that Jackiro was a man not to be messed with. Pix? He already knew, at the cost of an arm lost for some snark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>31-03-2021, 17:19:54</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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck, technically |&nbsp; Flo's Room.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hmmm...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Of course, as was her way, Florinthia rolled her eyes at the man's joke. He'd intentionally misinterpreted her name, and not even in the normal way. Others, she could point fun at them or try and make them second guess it, but with Malcolm's parody at play she knew it wouldn't really come off the same. “<strong>Legiticus. My family name. Florinthia Legiticus.</strong>” She blinked and frowned, knowing that there was possibly some animosity towards that name amongst certain, very specific Alliance circles. Her father had played a large enough role in the war to have his own distaste for Humanity, so no doubt there were those who were equally distasteful of him – and likely her by extension – on Humanity's side.<br><br>And of course, her newfound boy scout of an acquaintance wasn't going to take the hint that she was trying to shoo him away, because he instantly jumped at the chance to try and help her. It was frustrating and flattering, but she didn't have a reasonable way to say no. Either she slammed a door in his foot for trying to be helpful, like some sort of psychopath, or she sucked it up and accepted that his stubbornness was the real deal. With a reluctant '<em>Uggh</em>' passing her lips, she opened the door and offered him entrance to her abode. <br><br>He moved quickly and got to work, flexing and stretching and contorting in a deliciously pleasing way under his top. He might not have the firmness of a Turian's chitinous carapace, but he was plenty firm enough to draw her eye. How would it feel to...<br><br>She stopped her mind from wandering, focusing on the man first, as well as his insistence on being the perfect boy scout. “<strong>No need. Doctor has a mission soon, and the last thing I have to worry about is her dropping in to see a mostly-better Turian with the sniffles.</strong>” She nodded to a spot for the first box to be put. It was light, and full of changes of attire. Mostly simple cloth and basic attire, with a single more dress uniform on the bottom for military presentations. Each garment was neatly folded and carefully pressed; a sign of diligence and organisation, even if she presented herself as the bored and uncaring type.<br><br>The next box was heavier, full of basic materials: from a set of dumbbells and a similar set of spheres to those she'd been toying with at the start using her biotics; to a hipflask that sloshed with some unknown liquid; to a box of charcoals and a small, lap-sized box easle. Each box was open, so would be discernible with just a glance. She nodded for the second one to go underneath her desk. <br><br>“<strong>What are you getting out of this? The Mission, I mean. I know what you hope you might be getting out of <em>this</em>...</strong>” she nodded at the third box he was moving, which was incidentally full of a few other drawing bits, as well as an old school human kettle. “<strong>...but why are you on the mission? Was it your choice? Head-hunted? Part of a package deal?</strong>” She was trying to make some light conversation as he finished up the last couple of boxes, directing them mostly to be near her desk where she might sort them later once she'd had that blissful nap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2021, 20:16:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> My kind of party<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Prisoners | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Ashton fed her updates with a casual, almost bored air about her. This wasn’t her first interrogation -she was quite seasoned to these things- and as amusing as it was to watch the Salarian work, she had duties of her own to perform. Even if she wanted to watch Jackiro work. Even if she <em>really</em> enjoyed the show that was starting. The Salarian didn’t open the scene with a slow curtain pull, he was dousing them with kerosene while tap-dancing around the lighter.<br><br>Unlike her placid boss, Ash’s smile was easy to come by and currently tugged upward at the corner of her mouth. At the backs of the prisoners, they wouldn’t be able to see it.<br><br>Pix was looking conflicted. On the one hand, the krogan undoubtedly remembered that a literal piece of himself was left to rot on that moon. Or be eaten away by carrion. On the other, with Ipako at his side, the krogan warlord seemed to remember he had quads. The idea of dying on that moon hadn’t settled well, but dying on an enemy ship was a better option… wasn’t it?<br><br>Ashton added another tally for the krogan’s visible indecision, keeping track on her omnitool.<br><br>Ipako, on the other hand, became dangerously sharp over time. With the fog leaving his head and the realization that he was a prisoner now dawning on him, all four eyes narrowed dangerously. Jackiro would no doubt recognize the eyes of an experienced killer. Not a hired thug like the krogan, who made war an active excuse in his life. But a professional zealot who took pleasure in the act, one who had an unwavering conviction that what he did was unerringly justified. Fear wasn’t a motivator.<br><br>So when he stood up suddenly, ready to cross over the table to fight for his cause, the batarian was immediately subdued. Ashton’s kick was savage, a wet <em>crack</em> filled the room as his knee dislocated beneath the force of her boot, and she accented her point by smashing his face against the table. Bent over like a cheap date, the batarian was then forced back into his chair with both of her hands grabbing his shoulders and forcing him back into a sit.<br><br>The krogan flinched -and another tally was mentally added to Ashton's scoreboard- while Ipako slumped and cursed and spat out a mouth full of blood. The impact had knocked out a few of his creepy, pointed teeth, which now acted as a centerpiece for their table setting.<br><br>Ashton only took a step back when she was finished, remaining at the backs of the prisoners should they act out again. Once convinced that she had a few seconds to spare, she forwarded her files on the two prisoners to Jackiro, her smirk never once leaving her face.<br><br><br><div align="center"> Ipako's File Highlights (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330100.msg15808425#msg15808425)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>01-04-2021, 21:35:50</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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Mission attire, sans helmet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Interrogation. Violence Warning.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Ipako, Pix, Ashton | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>If Ipako thought his display was going to do anything that might unnerve the Salarian, it didn't. If the Batarian thought himself able to get inside the STG agent's head, he was going to find it was just not possible. Ashton was able to react before Jackiro did, not that Jackiro made any indication he was going to move as the two upright figures tangoed together, ending with Ipako eating table, and feeling a shatter in his knee. <br><br>Jackiro didn't even wince.<br><br>Instead, he adjusted his collar slightly and nodded his thanks as he was forwarded Ipako's file. Reading it was enough to make the Salarian's breathing shift a little. <br><br><em>Inhale</em><br><br>Crimes of this nature were cosmically unforgivable. Actions in war were obvious and unavoidable, but granduerising of suffering was barbaric. Knew of Mindoir's legacy, especially on human psyche. Several members on Kalanhai alone drastically affected by events orchestrated by this man.<br><br><em>Exhale.</em><br><br>Jackiro slowly stood up. It was a very slow grind that pushed his chair out and scraped it on the floor. With a quick two-step, he adjusted the door and made sure it was locked. When that was done, he turned towards Pix, smiling at the Krogan. “Have confession to make. Do not enjoy what had to do on Reetix, but was pressed for time. Many stressors demanded immediate solution. Do not like solution to Krogan as species either. Think that information presented by prior generation of Salarian paint picture of foolish and reckless species. Uplifting of Krogan was mistake. Rewarding Krogan and incentivising rapid expansion was mistake. Genophage was mistake. Hard in hindsight to know if would say same thing at time, but looking back...” He shook his head a little, a slight tinge of remorse on his face. “Ask: Why couldn't Rachni have been sterilised like Krogan? Why Krogan had to be brought into limelight of Galaxy? Why Salarian decided that Krogan solution was reasonable, or valid, or fair. Playing God, the humans would call it. Not wrong, not wrong.” His hands rested on the back of his chair, clenched slightly as he felt himself boiling over again. He'd had this argument a dozen times with his STG cohorts, and each time he'd ended up being presented with the same obvious retort: 'What would you have done differently?' as if it were so simple a question to ask. He wouldn't have the hindsight that informed his thoughts now. He wouldn't be the same Jackiro.<br><br>Done talking with Pix, he turned his body to face Ipako now. The Batarian's hands were shackled, but he still seemed to have some fight in him. Looking up at the Camera, Jackrio began to speak directly to it; to those who would view this later. “Ipako Pregcalok has proven an extremist of Batarian culture on several occasions. His orchestration of Mindoir attack and subsequent glorification of massacre that followed inform me he is uninterested in making deal. He has also made an attack on crew of Kalanhai on ground, and has made threats against self and operative Ashton Chase. Records available for review.”<br><br>Then he started to move. He walked behind Ipako, easily able to kick him in the other leg if he tried anything. One of his hands rested on the Batarian's shoulder, the other was...strangely absent. “Thoughts on Batarian culture irrelevant. Mostly negative, if curious. Will say that I do not regret <em>this</em>.” <br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Slice!</em></strong></span><br><br>The sound of an Omniblade unravelling filled the room, as the sharp point of Hard light pierced through the Batarian's back, and into his spinal column. <br><br><em>Inhale</em><br><br>“Have partially severed Spinal Chord of violent criminal Ipako Pregcalok. Tip resting 40% through column. Application of Omnigel in next...seven minutes? Maybe Six? Will say Six. Application of Omnigel in next Six minutes may allow individual to walk again. Maybe. If Batarian forces blade to twist too much, will permanently sever and eliminate synaptic feedback from waist and below.” Once more, Jacki was barely paying attention to Ipako. He was staring up at the Camera, and with that same placid, resolved frown on his face, he glanced over at Pix. “Doubt zealot will talk, but you can save him, Warlord Pix of clan Cuga. Information on Blood Pack's activities on Reetix, as well as current objective of Organisation. Currently entire group implicated in Terrorist activities against Citadel races. How will group function when Citadel turns eye onto it, I wonder? What happens when STG start to take out leaders? What will happen when Turian blockade shuttles with their Armada? This is one chance for you to distance self and Blood Pack from this one's activities.” He tapped the top of the Batarian's head, daring him to move, and sever his own spinal chord. “About five minutes left.” <br><br><em>Exhale</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 17:08:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Morally gray<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Prisoners | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Pix had winced as the batarian was reminded of his manners, but only in the way that someone familiar with the pain that came from a broken nose would. The rest of his features were mostly controlled and neutral. The two might have been in the Blood Pack together, but they certainly weren’t friends. The krogan didn’t rise to his feet in order to reenact his favorite action scene in the vids he watched, he didn’t start cursing and threatening the salarian or put on much of a show for those watching the recordings later. He looked… relieved. Then disappointed when Jackiro told him that Ipako could still live.<br><br>Should Ashton count that as a tally or not? Her brow quirked as she watched the krogan carefully, trying to predict his next move while also trying to follow what was going on with the salarian. She certainly hadn’t expected him to pull out the omni-blade and lacerate the batarian’s spinal cord. There was no protocol for this when she was with the Alliance military, and she certainly hadn’t had to deal with this in the few years working with the ex-Justicar. Perhaps the most surprising of all was that she didn’t think that the salarian was wrong. The longer you worked out in space and away from the sophisticated spaceports and Citadel rules, the more ‘gray’ became comfortable and safe. She lived in gray, she just wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t recognize it anymore.<br><br>“Actually, I think you should just kill him.”<br><br>Ashton was relieved that hadn’t been her own voice. She added another tally mark and then turned to regard the krogan who had no problem with his teammate being butchered.<br><br>Pix shrugged his massive shoulders. “He’s crazy, even for a batarian. A pyjak wouldn’t even piss in his shoes.”<br><br>Ashton hadn’t the slightest idea what that was supposed to mean. Maybe it was a krogan thing?<br><br>Pix rolled his massive head, indicating the batarian sitting still but in obvious pain. Whatever Jackiro severed seemed to limit the terrorist’s ability to speak. “This guy was the leader of the group, broke us up into teams to transport some crates; quick and easy creds, that’s all most of us signed up for. What was within those crates wasn’t any of our business. Don’t care. Didn’t ask. Never mattered. We leave Omega, we come to Reetix. Sometimes we get to fight off a harvester for fun. We pick up the cargo, we take it back to Omega, and unload there. When another shipment is ready, we get a message and we run the same course.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 11:56:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black tank top &amp; loose black pants w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Huh...What?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Ah, here I was hoping you were secretly a bad-ass rapper with ad street cred."&nbsp; His grin widened as he slipped through her door to begin moving her boxes, glancing at the contents passingly, but not trying to snoop for any specific details.&nbsp; He noted the art supplies in the second box, tucking the information away for later, already planning for conversational gambits during target practice.&nbsp; It might help to side-step the more painful or awkward subjects, like Mindoir and the remembered bits of information his brain had recalled in association with her family name.<br><br>Setting down the third box gently, he glanced at her and cocked a brow, nodding in agreement with not telling the doc about where she was, if only because she was planning to rest.&nbsp; He had a feeling she wasn't the resting and recuperating sort, so if she was going to nap her head must really be pounding.&nbsp; No need to make things worse with an argument.&nbsp; "I heard about what the mission was and pulled some strings to get myself assigned to it.&nbsp; Any way I can help stop whoever is causing this illness to humans...I want to be involved.&nbsp; Especially if it's batarians.&nbsp; There's not exactly a lot of people walking around with a better understanding of how merciless and self-serving they can be."&nbsp; He lowered the last of the boxes to the floor by her desk and straightened, brushing his hands off as he turned to look at her.<br><br>"And, for the record, I'd have done all this whether I was attracted to you or not. <br>&nbsp;The attraction and flirting just made it a lot more enjoyable, is all."&nbsp; He flashed that lopsided grin again and then turned to head for the door, wanting to give her the chance to rest now that her space was clear and she could lay down without having to drag boxes out of the way.&nbsp; Stepping out, he looked back to her, gaze lingering for a moment before he tossed off a two finger salute, eyes rolling down her form one last time.<br><br>"Sweet dreams, Florinthia.&nbsp; I look forward to seeing how you handle a weapon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 14:26:26</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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Mission attire, sans helmet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Interrogation. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Ipako, Pix, Ashton | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jackiro frowned as he noticed Pix's reaction to the severing of Ipako's spinal column. Not because he had any expectation of loyalty amongst mercanaries, but because he seemingly underestimated the depths that this Batarian dwelled within. The Krogan Warlord didn't even seem to care. He almost seemed to fear the Batarian. That was a dangerous thing to take note of, and for a moment he considered taking Ipako out, as Pix suggested.<br><br>Instead, he just waited and listened. He observed. Pix was starting to sing, but that didn't mean Jacki had heard the whole song yet. He wanted more. “Interesting. Any indication of who was dropping of cargo on Reetix? What about schedule of drops? Was it regular or irregular?” Jackiro looked down at Ipako, nudging the Batarian a little to see if he might loosen the man's lips. “Perhaps Asari in charge of Omega might take objection to Citadel business being dragged to her domain. Heard she likes her little slice of Criminality run her way. Wonder if Blood Pack authorised dangerous contraband to go through her territory? Might trade Ipako with her. See if can earn a favour or two.” He of course didn't have the power to make that call, but he wanted to see how the Blood Packs reacted to the idea. He knew little about the Queen of Omega other than her species, her name, and her reputation. <br><br>The One You Didn't Fuck With, supposedly. Her reputation was fascinating, if not a little grand. Theatrics so often went hand in hand with criminality, it seemed. "Four minutes left to stabilise spinal column, Ipako."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 15:30:09</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 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Middle Deck, technically |&nbsp; Flo's Room.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hmmm...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“<strong>Honestly, I think I believe you.</strong>” She said, shrugging at her mention that he would have helped out even if she wasn't his type. It was a fun sort of game they were playing, and even if she hadn't decided to mess about with Malcolm or not, Flo was happy to be playing it. It certainly took her mind off of things, and distractions were a delicious thing indeed when you were busy feeling about as sturdy as a scuttled Frigate. “<strong>Still. You aren't going to get many chances at some sweet Batarian-shaped revenge in the Engineering bay.</strong>”<br><br>She shrugged a little as she eventually moved to sit on the edge of her bed. She was starting to feel the fatigue and the pain roiling through her, and a nap was probably the best thing she could do for herself. No doubt she'd wake up to more Requisition requests, but that was part of the job. Organisation didn't do itself. He bid her a good day, taking a moment to glance up and down her body as he made his way to the exit. Handsome as he was, he was transparent. She could work with that. “<strong>I'm sure you'll be the one dreaming about how I handle weapons at this rate, Boy-scout. Make sure you actually pack a pistol. I might shoot you if you come half-cocked.</strong>” <br><br>A little chuckle would follow him out of the room, as Flo basically collapsed onto her bed. Grunts of effort followed as she tore her clothing off, a hiss of pain as the throb of her building migraine reminded her she was unwell, and out of practice. She felt about as unattractive as a person could feel, but somehow she'd still bagged an admirer. <br><br>Not bad, if she did say so herself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2021, 02:33:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> That’s what she said.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Prisoners | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>While Ashton couldn’t see the look on Ipako’s face, she was mostly certain that the fine tremble that had set in his shoulders had less to do with pain, and more to do with whatever emotion that was running through that crazy head of his. She couldn’t see his four eyes flicking side to side as his mind raced, or the way his mouth was open and sucking in greedy breaths of air. But she could see the sweat starting to collect on the back of his neck, and the telltale signs of self-preservation instincts trying to hardwire control over his limbs. The only problem was that he couldn’t move. Ipako needed to speak the magic words in order to make it through this.<br><br>The krogan smiled. The sort of smile one fashioned after seeing the bully get a taste of karma. Whatever Ipako was to Pix, it wasn’t met with a friendly sense of comradery.<br><br>“It was frequent enough to be a regular thing, but not so frequent that we could schedule around it.” Massive shoulders gave in to the impulse to shrug. “We were mostly there for the vorcha- tough bastards. New recruits.” Pix grinned at that, and for as much of a simpleton the unlucky krogan was, there was a feral glint to his eyes. Maybe he was a warlord for a reason after all? “The crates were a side gig, Salarian. We’d bring empty crates and switch them out with full ones with the vorcha. Train them on Reetix to harden them a bit, then bring them to Omega to give the Blood Pack some more leverage.”<br><br>Another shrug, but this one was less casual as he gave the batarian another sideways glance. “Aria T’loak might run Omega… but she doesn’t own the Blood pack. Or any of the gangs, for that matter. So long as we pay our dues and give our respects, she doesn’t give a damn about what we do.”<br><br>Ashton crossed her arms at her chest, lifting a quirked brown in the Salarian’s direction but didn’t expect any response coming from him. It would only break character, and it was best to keep the attention focused on him.<br><br>Ash sent another message to the Asari; not the one on Omega, but the one sitting up at the medbay with the doctor. As she typed out on her omnitool, Ipako finally spoke up.<br><br>His voice was uncomfortably calm. <strong>“Aria T’loak should be afraid.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>11-04-2021, 22:57:23</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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Mission attire, sans helmet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Interrogation. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Ipako, Pix, Ashton | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Ipako's words briefly caught the Salarian, but he did his best not to show it. It was a crease of the brow mostly, a sort of 'Oh really?' look that was mixed between curiosity and cautious optimism. Sometimes it was just about making them open up. Breaking through that veil of silence was always the hardest part of an interview with hardened criminals who thought they had all the answers.<br><br>“Was worried you lost your tongue. Time is running out though Ipako. Tick-tock.” He reached over, patting Ipako's head again as he turned back to facing the Krogan. Antagonising the Batarian and making him sweat out his survival instincts would be the best course of action, he thought. “Am Curious, why you and your training mission just <em>happened</em> to be on planet with several Fungal traces matching recent terrorist attack on Citadel.” He let the words sit for a moment, trying to read of Pix or, in particular, Ipako reacted. It was his first mention of the attack on the Citadel, and it would either serve as a bombshell of severity, or a confirmation of something they knew. Both reactions, he could work with. “Currently death-count is high. Several Humans infected with fungal sickness, as well as several high-ranking Salarian politicians. Attack on Council Race very bold. Currently having to assume attack was targetted at Salarian species, tell Citadel that Blood Pack is currently main suspect behind attack.” He was...creative with his retelling. Lies were laced in with the truth, in a hope of either getting a rise out of the individuals for their supposed involvement, or an A-ha moment where the Batarian bragged. There was a slight amount of risk, calculated as it was, but as Humans liked to say; Omlettes need Broken Eggs.<br><br>“Unless you can tell me some reason not to report current findings.” He said, still impassive in tone, even as he leaned in close and pushed the Omniblade slightly closer to the Batarian's spine, a cruel reminder of the danger, just so that Jackiro could intone into the Terrorist's ear. “Two minutes, by the way.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>14-04-2021, 12:24:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sexy box fight?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus gave her words some thought. Deep, deep thought--at least judging by the amount of time he spent there humming and looking her up and down. <br><br>"You have a good point," he finally said, "I should at least be sitting down for such an...illuminating experience." He snapped his fingers and the energy coursing about her began to dissipate, artificial gravity pulling her to her feet once more. "And we should be in my room. As fun as an audience would be, I <em>do</em> have to go on mission with some of these people tomorrow. I don't want them distracted with memories of your pleasured screams."<br><br>He turned on his heel then and began walking towards the door to the hall, stopping there only to glance over his shoulder with grinning mandibles. "Coming?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-04-2021, 21:35:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Last step for Ipako.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Prisoners | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Ashton was used to seeing violence and gore; serve in the Alliance Military for a time, like she had, and you were bound to pull the trigger against one alien race or another. Mercenaries, slavers, they came in different shapes and colors. Their blood was no different.<br><br>If she lifted her pistol and shot Jacki in the face, the desk, the wall behind him, would be splattered green. When she was up against some slavers the first time she had worked along side with Viella, she noticed that the Asari were pretty in all things; they bled purple. Turian mercenaries; they were blue, and the krogan were a mix of yellow and orange. But it was the batarians that were crimson, just like humans, and she always found it eerie and strange to see that one of the most disgruntled race in the system shared something in common with the most obnoxious. And even <em>that</em> was interchangeable.<br><br>Red blood continued to drip down Ipako’s back where the omnitool had severed his spinal column. He was holding back longer than Ashton had anticipated, and even after Jackiro said the words, “<em>Two minutes, by the way,</em>” she frowned at how the batarian had settled into his fate.<br><br>The ominous words he delivered did a good job of stripping away power from the room. He wasn’t going to talk, he wasn’t going to give in. His cause was stronger than his instincts or his will to walk.<br><br>Pix shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Like I said, the crates were a side job. What was in them wasn’t our business. They paid us good credits, so we never asked. We were there for the vorcha, to take them back to Omega.” Another shrug of his massive shoulders, and with a sideways glance the krogan tried to piece out what was going unsaid between them. He was oblivious to this news, maybe even in part to what it could have meant. Pix hoped that the time would expire quickly, if only because Ipako was the kind of crazy even a krogan was cautious of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>18-04-2021, 22:45:29</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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Mission attire, sans helmet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Interrogation. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Ipako, Pix, Ashton | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>There was a brief look in Jackiro's face. It wasn't disgust, or disappointment; at least not in the forlorn oh-woe-is-me sense. It was...apathy. It was the look a man gave when he had to hold a conversation without wanting to. It was the glance that someone wore when they had to spend long stretches of time with their boring aunt or uncle. It was the drudgery of knowing you had to sit through the same speech from the same colleague that you could already hear them saying it your head. It was boredom.<br><br>And so, with a yank and a swish, he pulled the Omniblade free from Ipako's back.He didn't make any move to intentionally injure the Batarian any more than he had, but nor had he taken any care to preserve the nervous cluster of his spine. Jackiro had made an ultimatum, and Ipako had refused it. This wasn't the time when the grizzled hero buckled and offered up the cure despite themselves. This was the end of Ipako's life as a Bipedal creature.<br><br>“Terminating Interview with Ipako Pregcalok, former and disgraced embassador of Batarian to Citadel. Will advise Acting Commander to offer Blood Pack Member over to Aria as leverage to earn Asari's favour once land on Omega, with information that their activities have led to the attention of Citadel, Salarian Special Task Group, and Spectres onto Omega while biological attack on Citadel space continues.” He glanced over at Ashton, his side-eye glancing at Ipako before he smiled to the human with the dark complexion. “Please have Batarian taken away. Will conclude conversation with Warlord Pix once uncooperative element removed.”<br><br>He glanced at the wall, and at shook his head. “Fourty seconds... At least impotent bully will not harass innocent civilians any longer.”<br><br>Then he waited.<br><br>And waited.<br><br>He waited until the Batarian was gone, and turned his attention to Pix. The Krogan had at least been cooperative, so that meant he deserved some measure of respect. Brutality on the planet aside, he had no reason to torment the Prisoner after all. “Will say this once. Looks bad for you, for all affiliates, and for Blood Pack, as well Clan Cuga. Shall look to organise separate and more comfortable cell for you, as well as visit to Medical facility at later date; likely much more competent doctors than on Omega. Need reason to give you preferential treatment.” He sat in the chair that Ipako had recently been in, looking at the Krogan with the same stoic face. “Conversation now might save your people lot of trouble. If protecting them, will find out. If withholding detail that clears your group? Will bite them in rear. Scrutiny is not what Criminal organisations thrive on. Imagine what happens when entire Blood Pack operations screech to halt because Ipako and Pix were doing dodgy side job?”<br><br>Leaning back, he just...waited. There wasn't a timer here, but this was his last play. If Pixstonewalled him, then they'd have to move onto Omega with a slight hint that the Blood Pack had something to do with all this. Hopefully, there was more than that. Hopefully, his hard choices would bear some fruit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-04-2021, 23:36:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Taking out the trash.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacki | Prisoners | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Ashton turned her head to regard Ipako again and really didn’t want to touch the Batarian. Someone that dirty, with that many deaths on their hands, had to be covered with an invisible film, wasn’t that how it worked? As if pure evil and malice could be secreted from the pores. Eitr, as the old Norse mythologies had once called it. But, with a nod of her head and an inward sigh, the human left her spot on the wall and stepped up behind the batarian once again. It wasn’t the first time she would be taking out the trash, and she couldn’t feel any empathy for monsters like this.<br><br>“Try not to enjoy the view, asshole.” She said it, then hauled the Batarian out of his chair and over her shoulder.<br><br>It probably would be more comfortable for him if she fireman carried him, braced across both shoulders so she could distribute his weight evenly. Hell, it would have been more comfortable for <em>her</em>. His weight wasn’t an excessive burden for their short trip, but it was still dead weight all the same.<br><br>She wasn’t worried for Jackiro’s safety anymore. As she departed she didn’t spare the Salarian a last glance, only parting words. “Come find me for a drink later, ya?” And then she was out of the door, leaving the salarian alone with his only mobile prisoner.<br><br><hr><hr><br>Pix blinked as he watched the human woman cart out the batarian, then turned his full attention back on to the salarian who joined him at the table. There were flecks of blood only a few inches away from his hands, but seeing it only caused the krogan to once again shrugs his massive shoulders. The chair beneath him groaned in protest under his weight. “No offense,” and whether that statement was true or not was up for interpretation, “but do you really think anyone in the Blood Pack would be upset that some of us were gettin’ extra credits on the side? It would only be because they didn’t get in on it first.”<br><br>Another shrug, before Pix leaned back in his chair and it once again groaned in protest. “We got paid ten thousand credits per trip, and that’s on top of what we were already paid for bringing the vorcha to Omega. Never cared about what was inside them. I just had my eye on a few mods that would make the rest of my job more exciting.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>18-04-2021, 23:47:29</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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Mission attire, sans helmet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Interrogation. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Ipako, Pix, Ashton | OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Think they will be upset when your 'extra credits' stops them making any. How successful will operations be when STG starts sniping delivery ships? Assassinating drug dealers?" Each question got highlighted by a click of the Salarian's fingers. "Don't think you understand gravity of situation. Let me show you." He brought up his Omnitool and flashed up a number of pictures; the Dead and dying infected with the Fungal disease flashed in the air between them, painful and gruesome pictures they'd all seen on the Kalanhai during debriefing. Seeing if the pictures shocked Pix would be telling. "That is currently hitting Citadel. That was manufactured. Our investigation into that led us to you. Citadel might ignore most outskirts behaviour, but a targetted biological attack? No, not that."<br><br>He steppled his fingers as he looked over at the Krogan. Perhaps it was time to be a little more blunt with his questions, and not assume intelligence in a Krogan whose response to imprisonment was to try and lash out. "Who was employer for this mission?" Your reactions to Ipako make me doubt would willingly be employed by him. Suggests other leader or organiser. Name, nickname, method of contact, method of payment."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-04-2021, 23:23:59</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 24th, 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic-ass Combat Outfit <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bottom Deck Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Christmas Eve Date<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Florinthia wasn't sure why she was going to this length for Malcolm, but she had decided to make their 'date' into something worthwhile. It had been when she remembered that it was Christmas for Humans soon that the decision came to the fore. Recalling Malcolm's talk about his closeness with his mother, and thinking about how the boy-scout was probably a big family sort, it would suck for him to celebrate Christmas with an Email and an evening of boredom alone.<br><br>Their date wasn't exactly a place for fireworks or romance, but Flo had sorted some things out. She summoned the Handsome Half-Man with a quick Email through the Ship's extranet, and when he got down to the Cargo Bay he'd see what she'd set up. The Turian's approximation of what Christmas was had manifested in a number of tacky ornaments made out of paper and card. Quickly painted murals of Palm Trees decorated with Christmas decorations; Snowflakes cut out of Paper that were universally, one-hundred percent uniform; Cardboard Snowmen that had distinctly Turian, Salarian, and Krogan features, each with various targets painted on their faces and bodies. <br><br>Flo had made a Christmas themed Shooting gallery that was...almost Christmas-ee?<br><br>“<strong>Didn't want you getting too lonely on this supposedly important holiday about a... Donkey-Man who served fish?</strong>” She didn't much understand Christmas as she extended a hand to shake Malcolm's. She felt and looked far sturdier than the last time they'd met up, with noticibly more colour on her face and a much more elegent poise to her posture. She had been sick before, but now she looked predatory and, dare she say it, regal. Her attire was pretty basic; Grey scarf-like Robe that wrapped around her shoulders, chest, and then down to her hips, which lay atop a more robust synthetic suit with a number of buttons on the front. It was military looking, with a bit of flair on the top. A pistol was at her side, and it looked...worn. Old, even.<br><br>“<strong>Merry Christmas, Dork.</strong>”&nbsp; She punched him on the arm, the metallic arm, and smirked before turning to the shooting gallery. Everything was hastily thrown together, but it had a sort of Frankenstein charm. It was literally an Alien decorating for Christmas based on second and third hand stories. "<strong>Now, let's shoot something. Loser pours drinks for the winner for the rest of the week.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>23-04-2021, 06:36:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Vengeful<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton, Ipako | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus marched through the sleek metallic halls of the <em>Kalanhai</em>, determined and proud in spite of his bandage-wrapped torso and the visible burn marks upon his unclothed flesh and carapace. Every once in awhile, with a wrong twist or turn, he would let loose a quieted grunt as the sizzling pain struck his nerves harder.<br><br>It was a nuisance, and the doctors had pleaded with him to stay and wait to be better looked at--to rest and recuperate under their watchful eyes--but he had some personal business to take care of. And besides, he'd dealt with worse before.<br><br>Fortunately, the walk was a little shorter than he expected. As on his way to the 'interview room' within the brig, he found his target slung over the shoulder of a tall, beautiful human woman. "Just the man I wanted to see," he said, casting a cold look at Ipako. Then his gaze met Ash's. "You're the security officer who met us when we got back. Brief meeting, but I could never forget those eyes." A deep, lightly rasped and reverberating chuckle followed, but was cut short as he tilted forward and held an arm to his burnt abdomen. On closer inspection, it would be clear to Ash that his bandages were hastily done, and self-applied. <br><br>"I wanted a few words with this Batarian. Or, more than words, really. Are you done with him?" There was something in his eyes as they flashed to Ipako's. Something dark and malevolent, yet tinged by excitement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-04-2021, 02:43:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Pix leaned forward in his chair to see what it is that Jackiro had to show him, but instead of shrinking back in horror or pulling a face of disgust, the Krogan instead frowned and looked… <em>annoyed</em>. The sound of him gritting his teeth was like two great slabs of stone grinding together, and after a moment’s pause, he lifted that irritated look to the alien that sat across the table from him. He didn’t lunge or push away from the table, but he didn’t lessen the bite of his words, either. “You’re asking a krogan about a <em>manufactured biological attack</em>?”<br><br>Pix shook his head in disbelief, and through the flash of his anger, Jackiro may have caught another glimpse of why he was a warlord. “Try turning your attention over towards a salarian! You sacks of pyjak piss created the genophage, maybe turn your attention towards your ‘secret labs’ for once instead pointing the finger of blame over here at me!”<br><br>Again, Pix didn’t vault over the table or even flip it over. As tempted as he was to do just that. With open anger and a scowl, he straightened in his seat and glared at the Salarian sitting across from him. “Jobs are handed out through third-party contacts, you don’t meet the contract face to face in our business. Opportunities are posted on a board, and once you take the job it’s off the board and in your pocket so no one else can grab it. It allows secrecy for those who care, and it strips away competition between mercs who might want to steal someone elses’ hard work at the finish line. I’ve nothing else to offer that’ll help you with your little problem, salarian.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-04-2021, 03:28:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Taking out the trash.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | Ipako | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Ashton’s long gate came to a complete stop upon meeting the turian in the hall. She gave him one glance and instantly felt the pull of her eyebrow as it quirked upward, first in curiosity, then in amusement while she noticed the patchwork on his carapace. Through the burns and the bandages, splotches of blue could be seen, a clear indication that his wince and his venom were genuine. Not for the first time she wondered what had happened, exactly, down there on that moon. She wished she would have been able to play a more direct role, and not just the custodian with a batarian tossed over her back.<br><br>The dark-skinned woman licked her lips, perhaps a tell for when she was musing quietly to herself, debating which curiosity she would touch upon first; the turian’s comment, or the turian’s question.<br><br>“You want sloppy seconds?” She patted the batarian right on the ass, a gesture that sent him in a verbal rage despite the useless slump of his paralyzed body. The tired rage that emanates from Ipako only made Ashton smile big and wide, flashing pearly whites that seemed nearly as vibrant as her blue eyes. Both glistened with their own mischievous flair. “As tempted as I am to string him up as a punching bag, he’s got a date with the airlock. But I’ll let you push the big red button if that’ll make you feel better.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-04-2021, 03:43:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Vengeful<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton, Ipako | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The quirk of her hair-covered brow ridge was enough to reveal an amused intrigue, but she seemed delighted to drag her short pink tongue across her lips to really get the point across. When she spoke, his mandibles twitched upwards, and when she smacked the batarian's ass, they flung the rest of the way as a delighted chuckle echoed from his throat, only to choke off with a deep, annoyed sigh when his body stiffened in pain. He shook it off, then stretched his neck, letting out a more calming sound before turning his eye back to the pair before him. <br><br>And that's when he noticed it.<br><br>The batarian raged and cursed, but he did not move. Not outside of her shuffling and the dangling that resulted from it. <br><br>"I know his--excuse me, <em>my</em>--shock net didn't paralyze him this bad. What did you do to him?" His eyes darted past Ash, then returned to her as his rasping tone lilted into even more amusement. "You and the salarian. Tell me that and I might even be satisfied enough to share a smoke with you while we launch him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-04-2021, 05:04:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Prat-fall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | Ipako | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Her immediate response was another grin, another flash of striking white teeth on a pretty face ‘marred’ by scars. Then Ashton was taking a half-step backward, bending at the knees as she tipped forward into a graceful curtsy. Ipako’s rolling limbs gave the illusion of some elegant cape, billowing as gravity shifted his weight. This was immediately accented with more curses and hate spraying from his mouth with spittle. But she ignored him, giving a spin on the heel of her boot simply because it pleased her. And it seemed to make the batarian almost instantly dizzy after the concussion he gained from the very turian standing before them both.<br><br>“Alas, my good sir… I can’t take any credit for the improvements. The salarian severed Ipako’s spinal column when he refused to be helpful.” Ashton blinked a few times as if only then remembering a few details. She was tempted to shrug the batarian right off of her shoulders in order to watch him <em>thump</em> right to the ground… but didn’t. Lucky for the terrorist, he caught her in a more agreeable mood.<br><br>“The file on this guy is pretty bad. He was a key player on Mindoir, to give you context. It’s not the only reason that he received the scrutiny of our friendly Jacki-boy, but… well it would have been enough for me.”<br><br>This time Ashton’s shuffling of the batarian had less to do with humiliating him and more to do with redistributing his dead weight. She was strong, but Ipako wasn’t exactly a feather.<br><br>“All I did was smash his nose against the table.” She looked over her shoulder towards that bald head and smirked. “How’d that feel, four-eyes?”<br><br>The string of curses that fell from Ipako’s mouth was foul and wicked, more of the elitist hate-speech the religious fanatics were known for. So Ashton’s mood shifted - and she did shrug him right off of her shoulders to crumple in a freefall right to the ground, landing on his already broken, bleeding nose. “Whoops. All that blood... slippery bastard.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-04-2021, 10:54:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Vengeful<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton, Ipako | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He watched, eyes gleaming in amusement as she toyed with the bastard slung over her shoulders. But that gleam turned sour when she mentioned Mindoir. "Hm, so he's had this comin' a long time," he said. In truth, it wasn't necessary that the batarian turned out to be a terrorist. He'd already sealed his fate this day. "Well then, thank you for your contribution, and I will have to buy Jackiro a drink--or whatever he likes. Don't know the man well just yet."<br><br>He inhaled and let loose a deep breath as he thought on this process of doling out justice. It was too swift by a longshot, even with his dangling humiliation carrying on. Even when he crashed to the ground, cracking an already broken nose, he could do little but glower at the man. "This one killed one of mine today. That's enough reason for me." There was a cruel coldness in his voice as he met the batarian's four eyes, squatting down and grinning through the pain of it to get a good hard look at him. "You hit the end of the line. Pray to who or whatever will hear you out."<br><br>Then he stood, kicked the killer in his smashed nose for good measure, and fixed the security officer with a smile. He couldn't know if she would recognize it in his mandibles, but was sure she would see it in his eyes, even if the light was dimmer there. "I'm Luus. Luus Remeril. Feel it's good to know the name of the person you're about to share a cigar and an execution with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 18:38:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Prat-fall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | Ipako | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>She recalled being kicked by a turian only one time, and once was more than enough for her. Back then she had been fully armored, and had managed to glance the blow, but those talons on the end of those feet weren’t exactly made out of tissue paper and feathers. She had learned real quick that they were heavier and stronger than they looked. Of course, she had killed the turian with a shotgun blast to the head… <em>And now you’re going to be sharing a cigar and execution with one.</em> Life was weird.<br><br>Ipako didn’t get any sympathy as his body skittered a few inches across the ground. The batarian was probably lucky that the repeated blows to his head left him stunned and without the wits to speak or even wallow in pain. He struggled on the shores of consciousness once again, and this time Ashton was content enough to leave him there in what few moments of peace he might find.<br><br>With a sigh and a shake of her head, Ashton looked away from the batarian and put a pause on his death march. Instead, she held out her hand for Luus to shake. Assuming he was familiar enough with earth customs to at least let her try. “Nice to meet you, Luus. I’m Ashton Chase.” She gave a casual, one-shoulder shrug as she got accustomed to no longer holding the batarian across her back. “Sorry to hear that everything went to shit down there.” With a nod of her chin, she indicated his patch-job of bandages. Most of them were leaking blue. “You do know that they’re not going to charge you for medical care here, right? No one is going to foot you a bill. They’ll likely be taking the doctor’s leg off -- but I think they’d leave you with yours if you asked nicely.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 19:55:52</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, Morning<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Family Reunion<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>A charging krogan makes a lot of noise, even more so when he's happy.<br>“Viella!” Drack roared in delight, his voice reverberating in the cargo bay, as he rushed towards the asari.&nbsp; “Look at you, you old battleaxe!”<br>His arms were wide open as he stomped towards her, sweeping closed in a hug that would have left the spines of most people creaking from the strain, but his sister would be able to handle just fine.&nbsp; The old krogan easily lifted her off of the ground, a far cry from the days when he used to be much smaller and she was the one swinging him around.<br>“It's good to see you!” he exclaimed, loud belly laughter blasting into her ears.&nbsp; The nature of their work made it difficult for the two of them to be able to frequently spend time together, even after she stopped being a justicar. This mission looked to be the best opportunity they had in a while to have a good chat like the good old days.<br><br>Drack would have liked to see her as soon as he found out she was on the ship, but with her being called to the medbay as soon as their shuttle had docked and then him not being able to find her afterwards, he had to settle for waiting until the morning and asking around before he could finally track her down.&nbsp; While some of the crew members had been a bit leery of giving the information up to the krogan, he was eventually able to get what he needed and made his way down to the cargo area where Viella liked to train.&nbsp; Really, he should have been able to figure that out on his own, but with the responsibility of leadership on her shoulders at the moment, he wasn't sure if she'd have the time for it right now, especially with the information they managed to retrieve from Reetix.<br><br>He continued to hold Viella up in the air as he spoke with her, “And what's this about you being a spectre?&nbsp; How come you didn't tell me, you know I'm good for keeping family secrets.”<br>The krogan was a little disgruntled by the idea that she was keeping something like that secret from him.&nbsp; After all, he considered himself to be very close with his sister, so the fact that she kept something like that hush hush upset him.&nbsp; Nothing that would harm their relationship of course, it'd be water under the bridge after a few hard drinks together, but he felt like venting his displeasure and making it known to her while it was still fresh.<br>“Well, better you than anyone else on this ship anyways, though if you expect to obediently listen to your every word, then I'd say you're getting senile in your old age.”<br>Drack grinned a rascally grin, looking six centuries younger in the process, before frowning as he looked down at her.<br>“Have you been eating properly?” he asked her.&nbsp; “I've taken heavier shits than you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 21:46:03</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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Mission attire, sans helmet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai | Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Interrogation. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Pix, Ashton &amp; Viella [M, Incoming Extranet Post] | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jackiro felt the rise in tension. He'd made his first, and last, mistake with Pix. Bringing up the manufactured biological attack had just brought up racial tension, and cut off the Prisoner's usefulness now that he was standoffish. Jacki had two choices: Brutalise the Krogan in an attempt to regain control, a choice that might even fail and would certainly prove him the villain, or just step away and accept he no longer had the space to work with the Krogan. He'd asked the obvious questions, and gotten enough information to form a solid lead. That would have to be enough for now...<br><br>“Terminating Interview with Warlord Pix. Suggest receives medical care and attention aboard Kalanhai before returning him to brig. STG Officer Jackiro Indri signing off.” <br><br>He breathed in for a moment, then exhaled sharply. Rising to his feet, he didn't say anything else to the Krogan. No doubt he'd just spit it back at him, just as the <em>other</em> Krogan did. <br><br>The bliss of simplicity...<br><br>Instead, he opened the door and locked it behind him, leaving Pix to stew. He leaned agains the door beside the interrogation room and quickly composed a message to Ashton and to Viella. At this point he opened the message which had announced Viella's rise in rank, and he blinked in surprise. Suddenly his message to the new acting Spectre was even more urgent...<br><br>For now though, he was done with Pix, and with Krogans. He'd be content if he didn't have to see another Pig-headed Krogan for a week.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-05-2021, 09:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Vengeful<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton, Ipako | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Heh, if they tried to take my leg it would not end too happily," he said with chuckle, reaching out to shake her soft, five fingered hand in his, careful not to scrape into her fleshy bits with his talons. "Thanks for the sentiment on the mission. But shit happens. It's just a rare thing being able to look into the eyes of one of the bastards who set it all awry, and especially rare to have them at your mercy."<br><br>He did note her gaze and how it especially focused on his...leakier bandages, but he pretended not to mind it at all. "Besides, we killed a good number of 'em, and a pile of Klixen to boot. Explodey Tuchanka-based life forms. Nasty things." He naturally guessed that she hadn't been there or met them. It was extremely rare for a human to have done either of those things. Even a highly skilled soldier as he'd clocked her to be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-05-2021, 10:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</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> Spectre, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 21st December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Family Reunion<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Dracksy<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It had been a couple of days at least since she'd learned of her little brother's participation in this mission. So why hadn't she sought him out? Well, the answer was simple enough. How long had it been since she'd seen him or her lovely nieces? How long had it been since she'd helped him or taught him anything of value? How long had it been since she'd been a guiding or useful figure, and not simply an old killer who shared a past with him? She liked to think that they were close, but when they were in close proximity it was much harder to believe.<br><br>Still, when he tracked her down, set upon her, and lifted her in a tight hug, she could not stop herself from smiling and laughing. Little Dracksy lifting her for a change: it was always so funny to her, even after all these years. And when he talked about her minuscule weight compared to krogan womens', she shook her head and laughed once more, a giggle that near brought her back to her early hundreds and his childhood.<br><br>cyan she assured him, grinning down at him from her new place lifted in his arms. Oddly she felt like a swan in this moment, lifted by a friendly thermal. "I'm sorry I kept my spectrehood from you, but to be clear I did it for the good of the mission." Was that entirely true? In the Goddess' name, no. But it <em>was</em> true enough.<br><br>"Ha, I didn't expect you to be obedient. I taught you quite the opposite back in the day, didn't I?" With a blast of unharmful biotic energy, she pushed herself out of his grasp and floated gently to her feet, straightening her clothes out. "But, for this mission, I will have to ask that you be open to trusting my orders. They won't be consistently perfect, and I trust you to check me when I've gone to a far extreme, but this is important. We must be on the same side." She smiled, hopefully. "Can you agree to this for me, Drack?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 03:29:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Prat-fall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | Ipako | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>There was a soft chirp in her ear, a vibration in her wrist, followed by a soft, inward sigh as Ashton glanced down at her omni-tool which indicated another message awaiting her immediate attention. Something she might have ignored, if it wasn’t from Jackiro. For half a moment adrenaline prepared to fill her limbs to carry her over to the brig in case he was in trouble-- then it continued to flood her veins as Viella responded and she found herself in the awkward position of a sudden promotion.<br><br>“Well, fuck…” Which was exactly what she wrote in her reply. Dark brows furrowed and threatened to knit together, but she had enough wit to respond to the turian and not forget him outright.<br><br>“I’ll be the first to admit that I prefer killing sentient assholes over monsters. Put too many legs on those things and it’s like spiders crawlin’ up my spine.” She shivered sharply, twisting her face into one of disgust which had her pink tongue poking out past her teeth. “No thank you.”<br><br>Another buzz. Another soft sigh as she pulled up the screen. This took a little longer to read and respond to, but Ipako wasn’t going anywhere and Luus received a muttered apology with a discarded comment about ‘always working’ pushed under her breath.<br><br>When it was finished, however, the human lifted her eyes up to Luus and tried her best to come across as friendly and perfectly innocent. The face that said ‘you couldn’t possibly get mad at me’. It might have been more effective if she didn’t have batarian blood splattered on her chest with more of it stripping the ground around their boots.<br><br>“So… theoretically speaking… if Ipako’s life was just spared and we had to take him to the medical wing instead… what are the odds of a girl gettin’ a puff on that cigar?” She smirked. “Looks like I just got a promotion, that at least buys me a drink, doesn’t it?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 04:18:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just disappointed.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton, Punished Ipako | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The first alert from Ashton's omnitool prepared him for the ones that would inevitably come. "Yeah, I've been to Tuchanka a coupla times," he said when she all but shuddered at the thought of monsters, "it's full of multi-legged besties. And they all want to kill and eat you. Klixen prefer to breathe fire on you. Guess their tendency to cook their food makes 'em a little more civilized than the average creepy crawly."<br><br>When the next buzz came and she apologized, he just nodded in understanding and turned his attention to the bloodied batarian by her feet. It was always a gut wrenching feeling, losing a soldier--or even a merc with a friendly enough disposition. The fact was, when revenge was possible, it was never so personal as this. He aimed to make it a cinematic affair. And as a bonus, he had fine company to share it with. The human had a coolness and casualness even in her violence. That, he both respected and enjoyed. Not to mention her striking eyes, beautiful scars and muscle, and lovely, angular face. Many a turian found the exoticness of their soft skin, lips, and short, pink tongues enough to put them off entirely, if not the hostile history between them. But Luus was a traveler and a mercenary. His mind was open enough to put the past behind him.<br><br>He watched Ashton send out her message patiently, but seeing the furrowing of her brows was enough to bring a worry to mind. He shot another look towards Ipako, then returned to her just in time to see her face of innocence. His eyes narrowed a little, then more when she confessed what was happening in those omnitool messages. "Spirits..." he sighed, lifting a palm to his forehead and shaking his head. "We won't be lettin' him go, will we? I could live with him dying another way or rotting in a cell, but if he goes free..." <br><br>He paused, taking a breath to cool himself. It brought more pain than relaxation. "...I do have an abundance of cigars, and I think we both could use a drink now. Congrats on the promotion by the way." He moved closer to Ipako, and part of him wished he was still conscious so that he could give him another kick. Instead, he turned to Ash, closer to her now as well. "We should do it in my quarters. Wouldn't want anyone complaining about the smoke, would we?" An upward twitch of his mandibles accompanied his last words, and a lift of his brow ridges.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 05:38:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase<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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Prat-fall<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | Ipako | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Her immediate response was to mirror the lifting edge of the turian’s mandibles with the softer curve of her own lips. But then Ashton wasn’t able to resist stretching the slight smile into an inviting grin as she crossed her arms at her chest and cocked her hip out to one side. <em>And just like that… the invitation was sent.</em> She was no xenobiologist, but there was an intergalactic constant that she discovered in her time exploring space. One that sounded quite appetizing now that it was presented before her.<br><br>“Well. We certainly could use a bit of a moral boost, couldn’t we?” As if on cue, there was another message delivered straight to her omni-tool. This time Ashton scowled down at her wrist before even pulling the message up, and typed out a quick reply with hurried fingers. Then she grabbed Ipako by the shoulder and prepared to hoist him back up and over her shoulders.<br><br>“Tell you what… I’ll take care of this guy, and you get those celebratory drinks and complimentary cigars ready. I have a little more work to do and an awkward conversation that needs to happen.” Bending at the knees, she slid Ipako back into place with a soft grunt. Her knee popped -an old injury that liked to protest on occasion- but she made the whole thing look effortless and fluid despite the grumbling. The woman then wrapped one arm around the batarian’s thigh to keep him balanced, but his limp head only lulled to the side, still hovering in that fine line of ‘unconscious’ and ‘not’.<br><br>She shuffled a little, taking a single step back toward the way they came; pointed now to the lift, rather than the rubbish disposal area. “I might recommend seeing the nurse for a minute or at least applying some medi-gel on those injuries, Luus. Alcohol makes me horny.”<br><br>And with a cheeky grin and a wink, Ashton made her way to the medical ward in order to ditch the Batarian, have that awkward conversation… and see where the rest of the night would lead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 06:17:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.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> Brig<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> No longer disappointed.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton, Punished Ipako | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The curves of her lips lifted in time with his mandibles, and he knew just then that she'd caught on, and appreciably at that. Her deeper smile reflected in a higher lift of his mandibles, and the cock of her hips earned an open, sweep of her lean yet muscled form, bloodiness and all. A soft hum followed, its buzz deep and thrumming enough to fill the air between them.<br><br>"A morale boost, yes. It's just what the doctor ordered, and it's the one order I wouldn't mind following."<br><br>Another chime came, and a light chuckle seeped from his maw as she begrudgingly answered it. Her fingers flew quick to respond, a clear rush belying a clear excitement for what their flirting might bring. Good.<br><br>He offered a nod when she set forth the plan for their private celebration, and at first he thought that would be all. But, her next recommendation and enticing warning made his body tense and tingle delightedly, if for a moment. <em>'Well fuck me...'</em> he thankfully thought and did not say. She was already giving him enough of a run for his money. So instead, he gave himself a moment to regain his composure, then said, "I'll make sure to bring plenty of it then. Oh, and don't worry about me. For me, a little pain does the same thing." <br><br>Eyes crinkled with playful joy, he watched her take her leave before setting off toe the galley for a bottle of something strong. Once he reached his quarters, he would send off an email to her giving the room number and his own for good measure, then he set about changing and tightly securing his bandages. In the process he applied a little of the medi-gel he had on him, but not enough to numb him completely. After all, he hadn't told her a lie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-05-2021, 01:46:27</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, Morning<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Family Reunion<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>“What are you talking about?” Drack demanded, his face scrunching up into a frown. &nbsp;“There’s no one on this ship I trust more than you!”<br>There was an offended snort from the krogan as he crossed his arms angrily.&nbsp; That she even felt the need to ask him!&nbsp; Who else was going to have her back like he would?&nbsp; While he had a tendency towards being unruly in the face of authority, that he would be willing to put his trust in her and her orders should have been beyond doubt.<br>“Hiding being a spectre from family and now this.&nbsp; Listen sis, you know me best here and that there’s a difference between what I don’t like and what I’m not willing to do.&nbsp; I might not always like your orders, and you’ll get backtalk for it, but so long as you don’t tell me to do something that crosses one of my lines, then you can count on me to follow your orders.”<br>Nothing could budge him on that.&nbsp; Personal principles and codes weren’t worth shit unless someone was willing to really dig their heels in for them, and love and respect his sister as he might, there were some things he would not do for anyone.<br>&nbsp;<br>There was a loud disgruntled exhale before he relaxed his arms to his side and his glare softened into slight grumpiness, “That’s all I’m going to say about that.&nbsp; Really, questioning your little brother?&nbsp; Hmph.&nbsp; You owe me a drink now.”<br>Having vented his feelings, Drack’s irritation receded and the feeling of happiness at seeing his sister again returned to the forefront.<br>“Also, when was the last time you spoke with your nieces and grandniece huh?” he asked her, poking her in the forehead with a fat digit. &nbsp;“They like seeing their ex-Justicar auntie.&nbsp; Miani likes to hear your stories almost as much as she likes to hear mine.”<br>He only had a hunch and no evidence to back the feeling up, but Viella gave him the impression of being rootless after she had left the Justicars.&nbsp; The old krogan had hoped that exposing her to his family would ground her a little, give her some sort of foundation.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Spectre or not, you should be at least be sending video messages every once in a while, if not making video calls.&nbsp; Even I’ve managed to figure out how to use it and try to talk with them often.”<br>The old krogan didn’t mention that it was Miani who had made him an account and set everything up for him after getting fed up with how hard it was to get a hold of him.&nbsp; He certainly wouldn’t have picked ‘grumpydaddy’ as his xtranet mail name.<br>“So, what have you been up to lately?” he asked.&nbsp; “Other than spectre work, I’m guessing that’s all confidential and something you can’t share.”<br>Not that it would ever hold him back from sharing with family that he knew to be trustworthy.&nbsp; It always paid to have some kind of insurance in case of betrayal.&nbsp; The employers he trusted the least were the ones who paid for silence.<br>“Started any interesting hobbies since I last saw you?&nbsp; Met anyone interesting?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-05-2021, 07:12:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A sense of both relief and regret settled on her along with the return of gravity and she landed on her feet with a cock of her brow at him, fingers tugging at the form-fitting gloves that covered her hands.&nbsp; The supple synth-leather stretched across her knuckles as she flexed her fists, gaze following him as he headed for the hall, presumably to make his way to his bunk.&nbsp; Conflict fought within her, but when he looked back, the half-assed war died and she flashed a saucy smirk, moving to catch up to him with a bump of her hip into his.&nbsp; "Not yet, but I'm willing to give you the chance to change that."<br><br>The fight had left her with restless energy and heat in her abdomen, making it an easy decision to give in to her primal urges with the cocky bastard.&nbsp; It wasn't as if she hadn't considered it before, and she had to admit the feel of his biotics holding her at his mercy had been arousing...though she was damned if she'd admit that to him without a bit of a fight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-05-2021, 07:46:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sexy box fight?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He wondered whether she would join him or simply flip him that thick middle finger and tell him to fuck off. It was a gamble, all told, but one that was weighted in his favor. She may have played things cool as ever, but he wasn't oblivious enough to miss that breathy flair to her speech when he'd bound her in his biotics. No, she thrilled in it so much more than she let on.<br><br>When she caught up, he refrained from letting his left mandible twitch up in a smirk, instead letting free an flanging laugh as her strong, curvy hip bumped against him. "Oh really now? Well I think I'll just have to pick you up on that offer." And without missing a beat he literally did just that, wrapping arms around her hips and lifting her up into his arms, naturally encouraging her to wrap her legs around him as he peered into her eyes. <br><br>"Heh, like being manhandled, don't you?" he teased as he carried her toward the elevators, that lopsided smirk within his mandibles. "Just a little bit? I can give you a helluva lot more...<em>Drinny</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-05-2021, 07:53:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/21/3f/c4213f61b4419ad6f9cdffa3332e4780.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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> Engineering Gimp<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 24th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ boots.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mistletoe-get Practice?&nbsp; God, that's bad.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Flo<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The email from Flo had sent a rush of excitement through him that he was distinctly glad she wasn't there to see, because he felt his lips stretching into a grin and couldn't repress the joy he knew was shining in his eyes.&nbsp; He'd loved talking to her and there was just <em>something</em> about her that made him want to see her again, to keep figuring her out and trying to break through that icy exterior she presented at initial glance.&nbsp; And, okay sure, part of it was that he found her smoking hot and she'd touched him enough to get him thinking maybe he had a shot, but that wasn't <em>all</em> of it.&nbsp; Like, if she told him to shut that shit down, he'd be happy to just be her friend.&nbsp; But, uh...he hoped that she wouldn't.<br><br>In anticipation of the date, he'd already cleaned his old service pistol, not that it'd needed it since he was unable to shed the conscientious habits of military life even now that there was little call for him to draw his weapon.&nbsp; He holstered it alongside his ribs, and then took a moment to check his hair in the mirror before grabbing the present he'd made for her in the few days since they'd last spoken.&nbsp; It wasn't much, and he'd had to improvise, but it was something he hoped she'd like and he was glad that he'd be able to give it to her in person instead of just leaving it outside her bunk.<br><br>When he jogged into the shooting range, he was stunned by the decorations, stopping in his tracks to look around at all the work she'd put in in an effort to just make him feel more at home and to celebrate a holiday that she had no connection to.&nbsp; Warmth clutched at his chest and he turned a big, sappy grin on her, managing - barely - to resist scooping her up in a hug even as she was punching his shoulder and giving him the universal signal for 'If you make a big deal out of this, I'll be horribly embarrassed and maybe leave.'&nbsp; He schooled his expression and held out the small package wrapped in hand-decorated brown paper and tied off with a length of red string.&nbsp; The paper had various red and green circles colored on it because, unlike her, he had about enough artistic talent with art supplies as could fill a thimble.<br><br>"Human religions are weird, Florinthia.&nbsp; There was one about ghost aliens that attached themselves to living humans and caused mental illness.&nbsp; And another with magic underwear.&nbsp; Here...uh...it's traditional to give gifts and since you're the only person I know on the ship..."&nbsp; He cleared his throat, waiting for her to take the lightweight gift, then moved to draw his weapon and fiddle with it, not needing to <em>do</em> anything to it...but also not wanting to watch her unwrap the gift like a big nerd.&nbsp; Within was an acrylic box containing a necklace with a colorful, circular pendant (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/10/0d/38100df70c425f6e6846c4ab6965ddb8.jpg).<br><br>"I know you probably don't wear jewelry, but you can hang it up in your room or something.&nbsp; Don't worry, I used scraps for it, so you don't have to worry about it taking up any valuable resources."&nbsp; He grinned playfully as he finally glanced up, then looked toward the targets, rolling his shoulders and moving to position himself for target practice.&nbsp; "The decorations are really nice, Florinthia.&nbsp; Thanks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-05-2021, 08:14:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Odrinne Keas<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Adept Freelancer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Training<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A curse rose to her lips when he lifted her up against him, the prominent frills on her head flaring a bit though she only hesitated a moment before snaking her strong legs around his hips and lifting her arms to rest on his shoulders.&nbsp; A low half-trill rolled through her parted lips and she shamelessly rolled her flexible form against his with a teasing smirk.&nbsp; "Well, I certainly don't want a lover who's going to write me a fucking sonnet and try to woo me with the delicate entreaty to deflower my virtue or some shit."<br><br>She hissed at him at the nickname and lifted a hand to draw her fingers over the center of his crest, catching the middle one to tug lightly.&nbsp; "Watch it Lucy, or I'll leave you to go back to your room alone and shoot sparks."&nbsp; Her grin widened and she leaned into him- despite her threat - long, dexterous, dark-blue tongue flicking out to lick along the sharp angle of his jaw.&nbsp; Her heart pounded and she trailed her hand down to press against the nape of his neck, the hard planes of his body sending pulses of heat to her core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-05-2021, 08:54:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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> 19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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> Cargo Hold<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Sexy after fight<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Odrinne<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>That pressure, that power in her legs was enough to nearly draw a groan from his throat. Fortunately he had just enough willpower to lower it to a pleased grunt. "I promise, I won't try to woo you with flowery shit. I'll defile every scrap of virtue you've got without so much as a pretty word." A grin followed, leaving plenty of room for her to deny virtue and claim the same level degeneracy as he.<br><br>When she pulled at his crest a spark of excitement shot through him, and it showed in the smolder lighting his cool blue eyes. "That would be a shame, I'd much rather grind in you." He smirked as he felt the lap of her long blue tongue, and as it retreated he lashed out with his own, darting it along her darker muscle before pulling back into his maw. Spirits, she was sexy from her touch to her smell to her taste. And the way her thighs squeezed him with every spike of wrong and powerful desire, oh it drove him mad.<br><br>The elevator ride could not have been short enough, and neither could the walk to his quarters, where he let the door automatically shut behind them after a time rather than manually doing it. He hadn't a second to spare in getting her to against the nearest wall where he could wrap her tight, lovely body in biotic energy and bring her hovering exposed before him again. But of course, she wasn't nearly as exposed as she was about to be, and soon...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-05-2021, 23:53:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</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> Spectre, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 21st December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Family Reunion<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Dracksy<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A smile crossed her features as Drack frowned and grumped and chastised. "I've missed this," she said, genuine and affectionate in tone as she nodded in acceptance of his assertions, "but, only a little." With that added tease she stepped closer to give her little brother a brief pat on the headplate. "Miani reminds me so much of me sometimes," she said, tactfully bypassing his demand for a drink, "it does worry me. I try not to make my stories sound too glorious, yet she still finds them remarkable. Despite the gore and sorrow I at times touch upon." She paused, then smiled again, and this time the expression was touched by somberness. "But I suppose she's seen her fair share of dangers in her line of work. I hear she's up for a commendation?" <br><br>"As for what <em>I've</em> been up to...hm, I suppose you'll find out sooner or later, so I might as well come clean. There is someone I'm interested in. A quarian stationed on this ship, in fact. I met her on the extranet a few years ago and met with her in person only once, but we have a connection, you could say." Her expression was more stoic than ever as she spoke, and her tone tightly regulated. Drack--and perhaps only Drack--would know that the more distant she seemed on a subject, the more emotionally attached she likely was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 23:21:24</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 24th, 2174 CE, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING: </span></strong> Basic-ass Combat Outfit <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Bottom Deck Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Christmas Eve Date<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Malcolm Thomas<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Flo took the package, shaking it instinctively and bringing it up to her nose to sniff. Turians as a species weren't exactly big on exchanging gifts, so the moment caught her a little off guard with how casual he made it seem. “<strong>None of what you said makes any sense to me...</strong>” She said, brow cocked in curiosity. Eventually though, she delicately undid the string and pulled the brown paper apart. His gift caused her to blink at the box, but when she opened it she couldn't stop a smile from spreading on her lips. The colours caught on her eyes as light refracted in the glass. <br><br>After his comment, her momentary stunning was shaken away and replaced by her 'cool' face. She took a moment to almost put the pendant on, before deciding it might be a little awkward to get over her crown. Instead, she wrapped the chain a couple of times around her wrist, letting the pendant dangle a few inches off of her arm and against the base of her palm. “<strong>It's sweet...</strong>” She paused briefly, before continuing as if she hadn't. “<strong>...I also appreciate the utilitarian choices made in making it. Very good use of resources.</strong>” She laughed a little, like it was some private joke between them. Seeing him set his sights on the targets, she felt a little bit of warmth on her face as he complimented her work. She was glad she didn't blush much as a Turian.&nbsp; Truth be told, this was all something silly she'd done for herself as much as him, but it was always good to be appreciated, especially for something other than her job of murder and bureaucracy. <br><br>“<strong>Glad you like 'em. Now lets shoot holes in them.</strong>” She said, nudging her shoulder playfully against him as she straddled up next to him. She took a wide and low stance as she withdrew her pistol from its hip holster, seemingly a little uncomfortable with the weight for a moment as she got used to it again. Once she was happy with the weight though, she lifted it with practiced grace. She was...no novice, at least. “<strong>You shoot first, I'll try and match your score. I've got spares of all the targets, so go nuts. 10 points if you 'killshot' in one, 5 points in two, 2 points in three. We'll each judge the other. Sound good?</strong>” She then decided to tease the boy-scout, casually reaching behind him and smacking his rump with her hand. She could tell there was a bit of a crush developing on his end, and she wasn't in the mood to discourage it. She found it flattering, and was still flipping a coin on giving into it herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, bottom deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-05-2021, 04:16:19</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, Morning<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> Cargo Bay<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Family Reunion<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>“Ha, of course you miss me,” Drack grinned, tilting his head down a little give Viella easier access to his headplate.&nbsp; He should have been too old for them, but getting pats from his sister brought back warm memories from centuries ago.&nbsp; As much as he enjoyed his current life, he sometimes wished he could take a brief dip back into the past, when things were so much simpler.<br>The krogan shrugged when his sister brought up her concerns about his daughter, “She soaked in my stories like a sponge too.&nbsp; What can I say, the krogan side of her is stronger than most, almost makes me think her mother managed to get some actual krogan blood or DNA in her.&nbsp; The way I see it, she loves being a commando, and even though she's technically in the matron stage, her heart is still a maiden's.&nbsp; I don't think she'll ever really settle down and so long as that continues to work for her, then that suits me fine too.”<br><br>When Viella brought up Miani's commendation, Drack positively beamed with pride.<br>“For exceptional bravery under difficult circumstances,” he informed his sister, “which basically means she pulled some people's ass out of the fire when things became a complete shit show.&nbsp; But then, it was probably a walk through the park for her.&nbsp; After all, I did help train her.”<br>When his daughter had expressed interest in becoming a commando, he had invited her along to one of his many survival trips, to help her get an edge over her peers.&nbsp; Miani had happily agreed, and the two of them had visited many hostile worlds together.&nbsp; Of course, these were all places Drack had personally visited and spent significant amounts of time on, so he knew what to expect, but they were new and perilous experiences for his youngest daughter.&nbsp; Of the many lessons he had taught her, the hardest one she had to learn was what it meant to fight for her life, to kill in order to survive.&nbsp; Later on, she had bragged to him about how easy asari bootcamp was.<br>“There's going to be a big celebration once this mission is over, you should come join us.”<br><br>“Oh really!” the old krogan exclaimed in surprise.&nbsp; He had been mostly been taking the piss when he brought up a potential lover, but it turned out his sister had been rather busy after all.<br>“Well this definitely calls for a drink, and you should invite her along too.”<br>Judging from Viella's expression, she had it bad for this mysterious woman, and that made Drack very curious about this mysterious female quarian.&nbsp; His sister was pretty old, even for an asari, so the age gap between the two was enormous.&nbsp; He wanted to know what it was that still brought the two of them together anyhow.<br>The old krogan poked his sister in the side, “Come on, tell me more about her.&nbsp; You know you want to.&nbsp; I've bragged about my daughters plenty of times before, now it's your turn to brag about this lover of yours.”
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