ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }
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				Title: <strong>ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-01-2021, 23:39:10</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/35c09e69462d60858535490dd1846194.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, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-01-2021, 23:58:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/85f6332b7a8a1a74a03044bfe11f018f.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/HYEGd3b.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Navigation and control over the Kalanhai. Pilots are assisted by VI programming uploaded with top of the line software and updated drivers.<br>It may lack the visual appeal of comfort, but the pilot's chair seems to be made of real, space cow leather!</span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/6ff8c371394be2ae432eeb095e04ec00.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Ivfcs7u.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Hydroponics and the Comms room share the same space in an attempt to increase visual appeal, resource development, as well as boost crew morale.<br>Plants are native to the soils of Sur’Kesh, so it is warmer and more humid in these spaces compared to the decks below. Dextro-amino species are reminded not to eat the flowers.</span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210123/5568e74c8cac24f5aff6326dc1e78a70.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bEEiIlt.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> Communications room, for all ingoing and outgoing transmissions and data.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-02-2021, 08:15:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br>Penin was right; the presence of the Council did stimulate the crew with preparations of an early departure. While some members were inspired to demonstrate their value and their worth through hard work and dedication, others were simply willing to do whatever it took to get rid of the politicians as soon as possible. No matter what their reasoning may be, ultimately it reached the same conclusion: the Kalanhai was ready in near-record time.<br><br>“First time I’ve been able to leave this damn station without a forty-minute delay,” muttered Esoria. The Drell’s voice was smokey and low, the envy of any jazz musician in the Sol cluster. A smile twisted on her lips as she keyed in the departure codes, which released the ship from its locks with a gentle rocking throughout the ship. “Usually my request gets pushed back behind a volus ambassador complaining about <em>everything</em>, and about a dozen turian frigates. I could get used to this.”<br><br>With the disengaging of the locks, the ship’s forward momentum was accentuated with a soft hum of the engines. The female drell spoke up again, reading off the standard array of system checks as the pilot steered out of the docking bay. “Navigation: check. Artificial gravity: check. Life support: kind of important. Green is good, yes?”<br><br>She didn’t wait for a response. Her hands flew across the screen before her, setting up procedures practiced so many times she could do it in her sleep. “Board is green. Initiating transmission sequence. Ready to approach the Mass relay.”<br><br>The thrusters kicked in, a smooth acceleration that only caused a faint flutter in her stomach. Easily confused for excitement, if she hadn’t already experienced it a thousand times before. “Approach run has begun. Hitting the relay in 3… 2… 1…”<br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> GM Note</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>The Kalanhai is en route! This is a good time to explore the ship, get to know the crew, and solidify connections and alliances. (Maybe even help the krogans down in the cargo bay with setting up their still, if they allow it.)<br><br>Check the Ship Information on the Discord channel for the locations of NPC's you're welcome to interact with, as well as the simple rules I've made for this expanse of open play. And of course, questions, comments, suggestions? Send them my way!<br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>06-02-2021, 04:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Retrieving something.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sonon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He had to give it to the Salarians: they could build a good ship. It was sleek, beautifully designed, if less hardy than he would have liked. Oh well, this was a venture for research and rescue, not for blowing things the fuck up. No matter how much he would have preferred the latter. At the least, he had a bit of a mission already, one the guided where he would go first on this pretty vessel. Up to Communications he went, slowing only briefly to greet crewmates along the way. He walked assuredly and with ease, movingg like he owned the place (whenever he wasn't getting lost and turned around). <br><br>It fortunately wasn't too hard to find Comms. It was the place with the most amount of tech. And the salarian he set out to find was just as easy. "Sonon, I presume?" He asked as he approached the salarian, half-hoping that this wouldn't turn into an embarrassing mistake and half-hoping that it would. Because that would have been quite funny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 20:21:10</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/52kGPKX.jpg)</div><br><br><br>The salarian that sat before Luus was rather tall and lanky, even for one of his kind. There was a look of absolute frustration mingled with curiosity and even a little amazement on his face, but it didn’t seem to have anything to do with the screens being projected before him. And he was chewing. And chewing. And chewing… slowly, over and over again, with the sort of determination that had more to do with pride than a purposeful goal.<br><br>Just as slowly, and with visible irritation, the Salarian known as Sonon swiveled his head to looked at Luus more directly. Then he nodded yes in answer, but didn’t say anything more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 20:28:41</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 → Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Continuing Introductions and unfortunately getting lost.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Te'en, OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Once he'd left the Cargo Bay, Jackiro decided the best thing he could do was to literally get lost. No doubt the Krogan who'd not given his would find it amusing for him to take the literal meaning of so many of his fellow Krogans had thrown his way on instinct. <br><br>For the most part, the Salarian was hoping to bump into the Spectre that commanded this mission. While he was aware that one was on the ship from his own pre-mission briefing as part of the supporting contingent of the Salarian Special Task Group, he also overheard one of the humans who'd failed to introduce themselves mention that one was on board as well. Personally, he'd have rather not announced that sort of detail while the ship was still docked, but who was he to judge other people's conduct?<br><br>Humming, the Salarian pressed the button on the elevator to go to the top floor, deciding he'd start at the top and work his way down. Once the elevator arrived, he walked in a random direction and found himself in a rather delightful room filled with greenery and fine plant-life. He noticed various different Communication tools and the like available here as well, which made him assume that this place was likely equal parts laboratory, Comms room, and centre of relaxation? “Huh, what a fascinating and judicious use of space. Should compliment ship designer if ever given chance.”<br><br>He scratched his chin, glancing over at an unknown Asari with a smile. “Excuse me. Name is Jackiro; was hoping to find the Commanding Officer on the ship. Don't suppose you know them? Maybe have identifying descriptors?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 21:15:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Retrieving something.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sonon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A man of few words, was he? Fair enough by him. "Luus Remiril. I believe you have a little something something for me?" He asked, voice rattling with anticipation. "Or a few things, really." Watching the salarian chew brought a look of curiosity to his face, and he sighed, knowing already that he was too compelled not to ask, "having a pre-flight snack? Chewy thing, whatever it is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 22:59:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GOTwWmI.jpg)</div>Te’en leaned in the doorway which opened up into the cockpit, her slender arms crossed at the chest while she considered her most recent experiment. For the past five hours, the Salarian’s determined jaw has continued grinding down on the chewing gum in his mouth, but the most fascinating thing was his refusal to spit it out. Did that have something to do with his pride? Or had he believed her fabricated story that it was a plastic explosive that would go off the first chance it had to fully harden?<br><br>“Maybe you should give him a cup of water to spit it out in. Just in case?” Esori spoke up from Navigation, her stage whisper lilted with stifled laughter.<br><br>“I would have thought he’d give his jaw a break… goddess, someone is trying to talk to him.” With a smirk that split across her face, Te’en watched as the turian Luus approached the Salarian, conversing rather one-sidedly. Still, Sonon continued to chew, moving slow and careful. As if all of their lives depended on it.<br><br>“He’s so precious.”<br><br>Straightening as Jackiro approached, she flashed the new salarian a warm and inviting -and entirely innocent- smile. “Are you talking about the turian spectre?” She shrugged her shoulders then, unfolding her arms to indicate down either end of the hall. “He’s either down that way, or this other way. I haven’t seen him. Sorry.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 23:20:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/52kGPKX.jpg)</div><br><br>Sonon nodded his head, but just like with everything else so far, his movements were slow and almost dramatic with their exaggerations. His hands left their keyboard. One dropped beneath the table and seemed to be making awkward and lewd gestures -if it wasn’t for the fact that this was a Salarian, a race who notoriously had no real sex drive. And then the hand was moving up again, setting a rectangular box roughly the size of a palm against the table. Sonon slowly inched it across to Luus, never once looking away.<br><br>“I…” <em>Chew.</em> “Can’t.” <em>Chew.</em> “Stop.”&nbsp; <em>Chew.</em> “I.”&nbsp; <em>Chew.</em> “Am.”&nbsp; <em>Chew.</em> “Being…” and again, another <em>chew</em>. “Watched.”<br><br>The hand slipped beneath the table again, with more erratic reaching and fumbling to try and find a package this time. Like with the data drive, this Sonon pressed to his desk, and slowly scooted over. “Help.” Another slow chew. “Me…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 23:43:22</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 → Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Continuing Introductions and unfortunately getting lost.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Te'en, Esori, OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>"Turian Spectre; understood. Wasn't expecting to get information so readily - although many Turians in the Spectres. Will take time to find, I imagine." <br><br>He glanced at Te'en and Esori, having heard most of what they'd been 'whispering'. He wasn't sure what they were doing, but he was curious enough to watch so he shimmied in closer to the two women and started to offer his own stage whisper. ""Seems you are playing practical joke on the masticating Salarian. Curious what parameters are. Assume it is to do with the chewing?" He was happy to observe, like a scientist might be, watching a pair of Apes with shivs. ""Assume this is a 'hazing' ritual? Would be fascinated to observe. Won't tell if you won't." He winked at the Asari, before extending a hand towards her. "You never mentioned a name."<br><br>He tried to think about the mission ahead; aware that it made sense to ingratiate himself to as many people as possible, even act friendly to them. It was the logical play to be well-liked where possible, to avoid any complications while on the mission. "If you don't mind my asking; what are your roles on ship? Newer addition, somewhat last minute. Still getting my bearings, if you will. Hope no attempts to haze me will occur; would likely end very poorly." His smile was a delightfully false one, and depending on how good the two women were at reading emotions it was obvious that there was an element of threat in the last few words. "Oooh, subject is being engaged in conversation. Imagine that will complicate circumstances. Exciting!
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>07-02-2021, 23:55:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Retrieving something.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sonon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He watched the salarian move to retrieve his things, eyes blinking as settled into a blank stare. It wasn't until he spoke up again, slow, and especially slow for a salarian. That was the most worrying thing of all. At least, until the sentence finally came through in full. A plea for help; a dangerous situation already in motion. Had Laiel gone through back channels to get this data drive? Were the other councilors onto him and thus, the salarian?<br><br>Luus crossed his arms and took a small step back, distancing himself from the drive and its owner. It wasn't his. No sir. He only came by to talk for all anyone else knew. "That, er, chewing gum looks very flavorful. It's a big risk for turians to partake, but hey it's fun to gamble. Tell me, <em>where</em> did you get it?" It was supposed to be a subtle call for direction. The fact that the gum itself was what the salarian feared did not once cross his mind. How was he to know his code was as blatant as could be?<br><br>Only now did Luus take a closer look at the package Sonon slipped along after the data drive...still from his innocent distance, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-02-2021, 00:21:58</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/52kGPKX.jpg)</div><br><br>It took a few moments for the Salarian to find his bravery, but it was finally surfacing with a slowly rising hand. Lucky for the pair of them, the subject of this dangerous affair was safely behind where Sonon currently sat, unable to see that the finger he was pointing was also rotating around until the tip was pressed against Sonon’s own chest. Right where the asari, the drell, and now another salarian stood watching in passive amusement. He kept his words in a hushed whisper, for the turian’s ears only. “Please… be…. careful!” He never once forgot to chew. "She's... a... tricky... witch!" Then, with a slow and knowing nod, Sonon gave his turian ally another chew, as if reassuring him that he would hold up to his end of this mess. That he would never stop chewing, for the sake of everyone around them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-02-2021, 04:11:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Retrieving something.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sonon -&gt; Jackiro, Te'en, Esori<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"<em>Right.</em>" With that word spoken and reverberated, he would turn to peek at the people in question. Two very amused-looking people--an asari and a female drell--and a another salarian male who seemed more curious than anything. "I'll be back, don't you worry," he called to Sonon, giving the poor male a pat on the shoulder before approaching the trio in question.<br><br>"Sonon there seems to have the impression that you three are watching him in a <em>threatening</em> manner. And he won't stop chewing that damned gum," he shook his head. "What's this all about, really? Does he owe one of you money?" With the words 'tricky witch' in mind, it wasn't hard to narrow down who. His eyes met Te'en's. "You, maybe?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2021, 04:53:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/GOTwWmI.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Te’en, Researcher<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bdfggwx.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Esori, Navigations<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br><br></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>Esori giggled, but her voice was too husky to pull it off entirely so it came across more like a rumbling purr. At least she managed to stifle most of it behind one of her hands, preventing the sound from reaching Sonon “I like Salarians who have a bite,” she said, hooking one elbow on Jackiro’s shoulder. She was content being chummy with practically anyone, and it didn’t ever take her long to get comfortable. “I’m Esori Ruun. They hired me to make sure no one gets lost -at least not in space. Let’s not test those skills on the ground, leave that to the scouts.”<br><br>She beamed up at Jackiro with eyes so profoundly green they were nearly black. The asari, however, didn’t share Esori’s perpetual habit of touching people and inviting herself into their personal bubbles. Instead, she continued to watch in amusement as Luus had his exchange with Sonon.<br><br>“And I'm Te’en Myjin. The council has hired both my sister and I for our various skills. While Ness prefers to greet a problem with a shotgun, I prefer a more practical approach.” What that approach was, exactly, she didn’t have much time to explain. Luus closed ranks, stepping up to the three huddled in the doorway with no lack of insight into the situation.<br><br>Te’en’s smirk grew as she answered his question. “This is <em>science</em> at work, nothing more…”<br><br>Esori’s head tilted to the side, deciding to also provide an answer for Luus while still watching the entertaining show down the hall. “Sonon had some choice words in regards to the Myjin twin’s heritage. So I offered him a couple of sticks of that human bubble gum.”<br><br>“And I <em>might</em> have implied that it was actually a plastic explosive.” Te’en’s toothy grin was almost primal, her eye glinting with obvious satisfaction.<br><br>“It was his own fault for trying to eat the entire pack… He shoved a dozen sticks of gum in his mouth at once.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>09-02-2021, 15:58:06</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 → Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Continuing Introductions and unfortunately getting lost.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Te'en, Esori, Luus, OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The Salarian was not expecting Esori's invasion of his personal space, but nor did he seem dead set against it. The Drell wrapped an arm around his shoulder and began to act the friendly type, and he merely stood as he had moments before, passive in his observation but somehow attached to an admittedly attractive example of the Drell's fairer sex. Her eyes were fascinating, brighter emeralds compared to the jet-black orbs of his. Most races might miss the contrast, but to the Salarian it was as clear and obvious as comparing night and day. "Suppose I technically fall under said scout regimentation. Like to think of myself as Long-Range support. Typical of Salarian in combat situation I know, but cannot glue a headplate on and pretend I'm Krogan."<br><br>Te'en was the more subtle of the two - which was a surprise considering her more gruff outwards appearance. Supposedly it was her outwards appearance that had caused the other Salarian to end up on the receiving end of this strange hazing ritual, so he wasn't going to simply blurt out the curiosity. Smart men were unafraid to say something wrong, and learned from their mistakes; but <em>wise</em> men knew when to be quiet and learn from others mistakes. "Situations can require many different tools; sometimes a hammer and sometimes a scalpel. Look forward to working with you both."<br><br>The observation eventually changed with the introduction of a Turian, of all things. His first instinct was to assume the man a Spectre; after all, he matched the admittedly tentative description of him. That thought died quickly though, as Te'en was the one who had told him what the Spectre looked like. She hadn't reacted, which either meant he wasn't the spectre, or she was trying to prank him as well. "Will admit; am curious why you are defending the man without getting full context. Seems foolhardy." His eyes locked with the Turian's for a second, analysing his gaze and his gait. How long would it take the Turian to draw his pistol, or lean forward and sink his mandibles into the Salarian's neck? Could Jackiro possibly draw Omniblade before then? <br><br>He blinked, realising his imagination was going ahead of his brain. The Drell was clearly having an effect on him. Briefly territorial, perhaps? Overzealous, if nothing else. "I believe this is, as humans like to call it, 'Just a Prank'. Can safely tell Salarian he is not chewing plastic explosive. Taste would be very obvious. Should be ashamed of falling for such obvious mistruth."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>10-02-2021, 00:12:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Near Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just a prank, bro<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro, Te'en, Esori<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Defending..." he repeated, tasting the word in his mouth. The salarian's was a revealing in a way. Was Luus talking to pessimism in organic form? Funny, given the fact that the salarian assumed him honorable enough to want to protect the other--if honor was a universal positive, that was. "Nice of you to think that, but I'm more interested in being clued in." Whatever it was, he needed to make sure these people weren't council spies keeping tabs. Sonon was assigned to drop off a sensitive item after all, and one he was sure some members of the council might not have been keen on sending along.<br><br>Fortunately, the explanation came soon enough. Well, fortunate wasn't the right word. Was his contact that much of a gullible idiot? "...What?" He didn't need it repeated, really; the stupidity of the situation was loud and clear, and he showed that with a wave of his hand and shake of his head. "Please tell me more about this Sonon guy," he entreated the trio before him. The more he knew about a potential weak link, the better.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-02-2021, 05:20:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/GOTwWmI.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Te’en, Researcher<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bdfggwx.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Esori, Navigations<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br><br></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br>“Well we have to give the big lug some credit,” Esori mused, once again with a wide grin stretching across her face. She seemed more open to expression than the broody, impish asari. Then again… it wouldn’t be wrong to assume that Esori didn’t bother with keeping a professional composure in the first place. Life was just too much fun to take everything too seriously. “It’s ‘mint’... quite an exhilarating flavor! I get a delightful tingling through the nose whenever I chew it.”<br><br>“It may have been suggested that the flavoring was there to disguise… whatever a plastic explosive <em>might</em> taste like. It is quite strong.”<br><br>“He didn’t believe us immediately.”<br><br>“Poor thing.”<br><br>“But then Kandok wanted in on the fun.”<br><br>“We’re pretty sure he didn’t <em>actually</em> tamper with the gum, Kandok isn’t that good with explosives. Missing fingers would have told us all we needed to know.”<br><br>“But he is pretty good at giving Salarians a hard time!” Esori turned her head to Jackiro and gave him a flirtatious wink, “Not that you would have a hard time with him, of course. I saw that mischievous glint in your eye, handsome.”<br><br>Te’en’s smirk grew even more devilish, almost as if it might twist and curl into itself. “Honestly, the poor dear is quite talented in his field. There is a reason he’s here, even if talking with him for more than two minutes makes you want to wring his little neck.”<br><br>Esori looked at Luus now, speaking in another one of her stage whispers. “He’s quite fast, slips right out of your hands.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>10-02-2021, 11:06:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=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 → Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Continuing Introductions and unfortunately getting lost.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Te'en, Esori, Luus, OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The Salarian turned first to the two women, although Luus was proving a curious enough addition to the strange quartet as to beg further questions. "No matter how proficient this Kandak is, hard to disguise flavour of plastic explosive. Requires wiring, or detonating module of some sort. Chewing would reveal that if legitimately explosive. Foolish mistake. Poor showing of fellow Salarian." He couldn't stop himself from reacting to Esori's jab, even if he was starting to piece together that the woman was a bit of a flirt. A provocateur. There was nothing wrong with that, of course, but it didn't stop him from knowing to be a little...cautious. "Mischievous glint? Me? Never. Was merely observing aesthetic beauty of surroundings. Ship's interior architecture proving quite thrilling."<br><br>With that said, Jackiro's interests turned to Luus. The Turian may not have the same...thrilling architecture as his other partners of conversation, he had something else. The man's gravitas was fascinating; somehow straddling the line of bored and professional perfectly - Like he was an apathetic missile, pointed towards a set goal with utter contempt and boredom. "Is this Solos important in someway? Ladies mention proficiency in his given role, and you mention desire to be 'clued in'. Am at disadvantage. Would like to know more. What is your personal role on ship? What is his? Still regrettably unable to have brief with Spectre agent yet. Hope such details become forthcoming once do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-02-2021, 04:19:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Near Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just a prank, bro<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro, Te'en, Esori<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>That was...rough to follow. From what he did pick up, there was another actor in this prank of theirs. Also, the drell was horny. "What a day..." he murmured, the deep reverberations of his voice making the sound far less quiet than intended. But if he noticed that, he surely didn't show it. "Plastic explosives, no one should believe. The right mix of chemicals could get you close to what you need. If you were actually intent on blowing a person's face off." The words were simply spoken, the casualness of it only enhanced as he glanced over at the salarian in question gave a light sigh.<br><br>"Sonos is a comms operator. And I am far from a spectre. Would be interested in meeting any biotic turian who was." With a short-lived chuckle, he turned his attention back to the trio. "Name's Luus, and I'm a humble merc. My job's blowing things up and dealing with questionable people in a multitude of ways." He gave a nod to Jackiro then. "I have met the spectre, though, in the council chambers during the big briefing. His name's Arcus. You'll notice him by his orange markings."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>11-02-2021, 17:12:23</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=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 |&nbsp; Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Continuing Introductions and placing a bet.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Te'en, Esori, Luus, OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>The Salarian's eyes lit up when Luus finally gave him a more concrete description of the Spectre. It was a pleasing reality to have something more useful than just Race and Sex to go off of when on a ship as culturally diverse as this one seemingly was. "Excellent. Thank you for information Luus. Am Jackiro, will likely be acting as Scout and Sniper on mission." He didn't add his full credentials, but considering he was clearly comfortable with action there weren't a huge number of organisations he could belong to. Either he was a fellow mercenary, or Luus would figure him as an agent of some form of Salarian military operations. "Still, am curious why common mercenary invited to mission briefing in Council Chambers. With Spectre, no less. Implies a more important role; fascinating. Will not press for further details. Likely classified. Should probably be more cautious with what information you feed, Luus the Humble Mercenary."<br><br>He tilted his head slightly, before slowly shrugging himself free of Esori's hold. As pleasant as the Drell woman was, he had no interest in taking a psychedelic ride on the Reptilian express. "Perhaps you would all care to join for drinks later? Specifications given by engineer included a bar. Would be interested in organising game of cards, get to know fellow crewmates. Maybe an hour or two after the briefing? Am apparently a 'fiend' at human game of Poker. Would be glad to teach; game about bluffing and mathematics." He gave a smile to the trio, trying to seem disarming as he analysed who among them would likely be a liability, and which was most likely going to be called upon if this mission required field duty. Luus' presence certainly hinted at the expectation of wetwork, if his story was true.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-02-2021, 20:39:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Near Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just a prank, bro<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro, Te'en, Esori<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus' mandibles clicked with amusement at the salarian's words. He seemed to have a kink for condescension and smartassery. <br><br>Huh. Yet again he'd placed sexualness on a new associate. This time it wasn't a flirty drell but a salarian of all beings. The species known for being unsexual. "I can tell you have a taste for what I've fed you so far; just a bit." With the last words, he drew the the talons of his thumb ad forefinger close together in a mock measuring gesture. "Just like you can tell that I'm not so humble." There was no denying it, at least not in a way that would convince Luus. Jackiro had latched onto exactly what he expected him to. He wasn't being very subtle, after all.<br><br>After hearing his offer, Luus let seep a buzzing hum. "I do prefer blackjack. With lots of shots. Poker could be fun, though. Maybe I'll stop by." For now it was about time he retrieved his packages from Sonon and went on his merry way. All that was left was the common courtesy of sticking around to learn the drell and asari's names.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-02-2021, 00:28:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/GOTwWmI.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Te’en, Researcher<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bdfggwx.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Esori, Navigations<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro &amp; Luus<br><br></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br>Both Esori and Te’en turned to look at one another, brows quirked, lips twisted into respective versions of a smirk, both equally amused not only with the Salarian still chewing away at his bubblegum, but also with the two gentlemen that shared their company. Neither one of the ladies currently present could be described as combat experts, although both felt comfortable enough to handle a gun without blasting off their own faces. That didn’t mean they fully understood what Luus and Jackiro were saying to one another between their words, and it was as handled by a simple, simultaneous shrug of their shoulders.<br><br>“Well, this promises to be quite the entertaining venture, doesn’t it?” Said Esori, flashing her wide grin. <br><br>The asari next to her finally pushed away from the wall, disappointed that their fun was likely coming to a close. “Well, he’s not likely to spit out the gum if Esori or I asked.” With a sweeping gesture of her hand, the asari pointed back to Sonon. “But I suppose he sat there and sweated long enough. I’ll consider my debt repaid.”<br><br>Esori eased back towards the cockpit, where she could return to her navigation systems. “If you do decide to start that game of cards, send a message out to Te’en and me on our omni-tools. I’d love to watch you try and steal my credits.” With a wink to the Salarian, and a finger wave of her hand to Luus, the drell slipped back in her compartment to return to her duties.<br><br>Te’en remained standing, determined -and hopeful- for an entertaining conclusion of her practical joke.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>13-02-2021, 01:11:22</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 |&nbsp; Hydroponics --&gt; Elevator to Mid-Deck Sleeping Quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Concluding Introductions and taking his leave.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Te'en, Esori, Luus --&gt; OPEN<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>With the conversation winding down, and with all three of the new acquaintances seemingly agreeing in some way to consider his little offer of Poker later on, the Salarian in Silver nodded his head to each of them in turn. "Was pleasant conversation with all of you. Imagine will be speaking to you all soon enough. Should leave before Salarian Sonor gets embarrassed by realisation of his foolishness upon japes conclusion." His eyes eventually settled on Luus at the end, staring at the Turian and blinking a couple of times before eventually nodding at him again. "Yes. This will be an exciting mission, I suspect."<br><br>With those as his parting words, the Salarian just flicked on his omnitool and pulled up the floor plan he'd received from the as-of-yet-unnamed Bionic Human Engineer. It was certainly a mouthier title than Jackiro would have liked, but when humans forget their own common greeting rituals it is no wonder they get such unhelpful titles. He really did need to learn the man's name...<br><br>...Lots of people's names he needed to know, in fact. Thankfully he had the name of the Spectre. Arcus, who had Orange Stripes. The multi-cultural nature of this crew truly was fascinating. He'd met a lot of individuals already, and of many different race as well. Turians, Asari, Drell, Humans, even that Brutish Krogan fellow. <br><br>Either way, he left the Hydroponics den and made his way for the Elevator. Assuming no one stopped him, he intended to retire to his room for now. His social batteries were drained, and he wanted to check to see all of his equipment had arrived in one piece. Without needing to socialise any more, he could spend an hour or so tinkering with the Thermal dispersal pack on his Cloaking Device. Perhaps with the right level of optimisation he could reduce the effectiveness of thermal reading equipment...Or maybe he could alter the light dispersal algorithms in someway so as to improve the longevity of a single use of the Cloak? He also needed to consider the effectiveness of more analogue security measures like Vorcha, or human guard dogs. Perhaps with-<br><br>Until the elevator eventually dinged open, he was lost in thought, and when it did arrive, he moved into it as if on autopilot. For now, at least, he was mentally checked out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>15-02-2021, 02:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Near Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just a prank, bro<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro, Te'en, Esori<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus would guve the others a light wave as he turned to get back to Sonon the Gullible. “Plastic explosives?” he asked as he reached the salarian in question. “Really?” He picked up his data drive and pocketed it, the tucked his other package under his arm. “Spit the gum out. It’s not explosive. If it were dipped in or injected with explosive material your face would’ve blown off long before I got here. Trust me, I’m a specialist.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-02-2021, 06:19:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/52kGPKX.jpg)</div><br><br>The salarian seemed to pause, trapped between the indecision of listening to his superior survival instincts, and the thin bond of trust he felt he shared with the turian mercenary. It was only a moment’s pause, but eventually, his mouth opened and a wad of gum the size of a walnut tumbled out and plopped on the desk. Twelve sticks of chewing gum neatly organized as a mass of pale green laced with Sonon’s saliva.<br><br>He inhaled sharply, shivering from the cold tingle on his tongue. But then he seemed satisfied; at least he hadn’t blown up. So the Salarian adjusted his seat, stuck the wad of gum back into his mouth, and then proceeded to chew at his leisure, returning to his stream of data as if nothing had been the matter.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>16-02-2021, 07:10:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Near Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just a prank<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sonon<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus watched, his face neutral, as the salarian made his decision and began to act on it. For a flash of a moment, he got the urge to yell out 'wait, I was wrong! It is a bomb!' but the moment passed before he could choose whether or not it was worth the laugh. If only he had the quick mental processing of a salarian, he could've weighed the options more carefully. In retrospect, he could at least be glad that he avoided giving their comms specialist a heart attack before launch. <br><br>Or at least he'd feel that way until he saw Sonon pop the gum back into his mouth. Luus' eyes fell closed, just to take in how silly beyond all reason this interaction had been. Then, he finally said, "you enjoy your not-bomb. And...call me if you think you're rigged to blow." Strange how suddenly it felt he was talking to a danger-prone child. "If it's a situation like this one, I may call you an idiot. I didn't this time because I'm nice."<br><br>With those compassionate words spoken, he was on his way. Down to the mid-deck...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 16:07:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> <del>Yes</del> 21st of December<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> Hydroponics.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> About to get dirty<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue (the day)<br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"You have to be kidding me."</strong> Work order in hand, Sink stares at the hydroponics. An entire hydroponic tray needs a to be maintained due to non-functionality, except the botanist crew is partaking some social function and did not clear up the tray. Instead there it sits, with mound of dirt on it, and a single chief angrineer staring at it in disbelief. There's signs that someone did get it started, at least according to the shovel and some containers to place the dirt in while thing gets sorted. And because this absolutely -needs- to be done before the function is over.... <strong>"I am going to chew his head off."</strong> And the tray is about ten feet long, with hundreds of pounds of dirt on it, as well as bits of the plants that had partially grown on it.<br><br>Sharp inhale as he braves himself for the task ahead, by summoning up his omni tool and checking up the work lists to see who is available and not working on something actually crucial. Flicking through the engineers and spotting Rue who's been given non-critical tasks, he picks up the comm array, and has it call to the quarian.<br><br><strong>"Hey Rue, Chief Engineer Sink here. Drop what you're doing, and bring your pretty helmet up to hydroponics, I need a second pair of hands with this."</strong> He figured re-empathizing the compliment from the surface couldn't hurt, right? Also, it did steer his attention away from the annoying circumstances around him, just for a moment. As soon enough his attention slips from the call he remembers that he's got plenty of shoveling ahead, and then he can start cleaning up the tray before he can even fathom figuring out what the heck is wrong with it.<br><br>Rolling up his sleeves, he picks up the shovel, and proceeds to start clearing up the dirt, one spade at the time. Had it not been bolted to the floor, he might've just tipped it to the side and let the botanists clear it up. But he also wasn't that mean - yet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>05-04-2021, 19:51:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>21st December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hydroponics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Requested assistance <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sink<br><br><br>Omni-tool held in front of herself Rue had been rather thankful for any assignment, no matter how trivial, to take her mind off of matters that were less than appealing to ponder in her silence. Even Min had found herself silent in respect for the quarian and the strange emotions that had come to the surface since their mission, the harsh punch of reality having settled among many of the crew to come to terms with the clear dangers that lay ahead of them; no one was truly safe and admittedly it was frightening. Not only was there the loss of life of a fellow quarian that Rue grieved for despite having not met, there was the staggering injuries of her fellow crew mates that had been dealt, but even more than that was her own emotions having faltered in the heat of the moment. The mission was the only priority and yet Rue had let herself feel her foundation become shaky when faced with the ways of battle, going as far as to give disrespect to a superior without a thought, as she had yet to begin to gather the strength to do what was needed to apologize for her actions. <br><br>The mission was the main objective- but could there had been another way to ensure the safety of all? Perhaps if she had reacted faster, or had suggested a different matter of collection, would there had been even a sliver of a chance they could have regrouped to spare her team mates their fatal and serious injuries? If she had just gone along with Jackiro's actions rather than arguing and adding further fuel to the fire between the salarian and krogan could things had been different?<br><br><strong>"Hey Rue, Chief Engineer Sink here. Drop what you're doing, and bring your pretty helmet up to hydroponics, I need a second pair of hands with this."</strong><br><br>Blinking back to the present Rue heard Sink's voice bleep across her visor to finally pull the quarian from her thoughts, having spaced out for far too long than the scheduled task she was supposed to be doing.<br><br>"Right away sir," She instead found herself musing readily back, already turning on a heel towards Hydroponics as she steeled herself. Worrying herself over the what ifs and could have beens did little good considering what was done already passed, the distraction of whatever assistance she could give Sink perhaps a good thing Rue mused even as she effortlessly made her way to the area.*buzz buzz* He isn't going to take your helmet apart is he Rue?* Min's hollowed voice broke out to make the quarian chuckle to herself as she walked. "Don't worry Min he won't." Rue assured, turning the corner only to find the human elbow deep in earth and looking already a mess.<br><br>"Uh...I am curious...how did this come about?" Rue blinked in confusion to the large tray brimming with dirt, Sink shovel in hand to clear it, but it was just the distraction from her thoughts she needed to earn a giggle.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>07-04-2021, 03:07:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> <del>Yes</del> 21st of December<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> Hydroponics.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> About to get dirty<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue (the day)<br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>In the hydroponics the unfortunate chief engineer standing next to the tray, and spading away the dirt into a temporary container. His attention shifting to the Quarian wandering in.<strong>"Grab a spade and start emptying. We need to go through irrigation pipes, and those babies are laying on the bottom of the dirt." </strong> The short, unfruitful explanation making things more or less understandable. Meanwhile he takes a small break from shoveling, and wipes off sweat from his brows. <strong>"And since they had the bright idea to use mass-effect field controlled irrigation system, maintaining that sucker when it breaks, is out of the botanists field of expertise."</strong><br><br><strong>"And someone forgot that they <span class="bbc_u">do</span> have the the expertise to shovel the dirt."</strong> Sink moving his body to stretch a bit. He wasn't that used to doing this type of physical labor, but it wouldn't kill him either. <strong>"Sorry to get your encounter suit dirtied up. Hopefully it'll clean up easier."</strong> Temptation to offer up help with cleaning a real thing... Maybe later. His thoughts moving ahead while he observers the Quarian's outfit now with the proper lighting of the bay, combined with the peace and quiet of Kalanhai, allowing to do a lot more detailed take on it. <br><br>With that look and Rue joining the task, he grabs his shovel again, and beginning to dig up the worst of the dirt to dig in the way to get to the systems needing maintenance. Luckily (and by design) they have sturdy outer shells, and the mechanisms are laid within the pipes instead of outside, so they have no qualms of digging in greedily and with heavy spadefuls, so at least that speeds up the things. Once they manage to get in to the first set of pipes and their connection points, the chief engineer proceeds to show example and unplug the joint, pulling it out of its place and check the insides. With his eye first, then summoning his omni tool and giving it a proper scan.<br><br><strong>"This one seems alright, The system seems clean, aside of some dirt in here."</strong> With a simple blow of air from directly in his mouth he cleans it u p and attaches it back in. <strong>"Now, we can proceeds just shifting the dirt towards this end of the tray. You take the next one and check it for damage or blockage."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>07-04-2021, 16:30:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>21st December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hydroponics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Requested assistance <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sink<br><br><br>The straight forward explanation as to their task was riddled with some annoyance on Sink's end, Rue taking note enough to allow a small smile to cross her lips, although a hidden one which was perhaps for the best. The last thing she wanted to do was further upset any more of her crew mates for her actions, thin hands curling along the shovel handle as she mused.[glow=orange2,300]" Ah and so we are the cleanup crew as well as mechanics in that regard,&nbsp; I suppose that is part of our job titles no?" [/glow]The quarian couldn't help but tease some, having already come face to face with a similar task in the engine room herself; after all <em>they</em> did have to do maintenance so what was adding cleaning to the list of chores going to hurt? Of course the mountain of dirt on the trays certainly was far more than a little dabbing or clear away, so in the current instance she could understand the annoyance.<br><br>Giving a few shovel fulls Rue did pause in her efforts to cast a glance towards Sink in some worry, the mission they had just embarked upon and barely come back from having taken much out of all involved." Are you well enough t be doing such manual tasks Sink? You had injuries as well." Although the distraction that was manual labor helped keep at bay her own inner dwellings of the mission, Rue couldn't help but bring it back to the forefront considering her crew mate.&nbsp; Sink's apology for the chance of her enviro-suit becoming dirty in their efforts however was easy enough to bat away as Rue straightened up after dumping a shovel full into the bin, a free hand waving off the idea as she hummed." I am more than happy to be of assistance, my suit will be just fine I assure you." The quarian did her best to placate some of Sink's worries, Rue already having a system in place that would ensure any contaminations would be rectified before she retired for the evening, it took a few more steps but she was happy to do so. Not like she wasn't already used to it for that matter.<br><br>The tandem work of uncovering one of the set of pipes proved to be the quite successful as Sink was able to give diagnosis over it's properties, as well as give some insight to the product that Rue found quite interesting. Giving a nod the shift of dirt to uncover the second set was easier than the previous, Rue already moving to her knees to unlatched the pipes with a careful hand while inspecting for any damages."Mhm...it looks to be a crack within this one...if you could perhaps hand me some sealant...I believe allowing it to set should correct it from further damage." The quarian mused, glancing over her shoulder to Sink as she remained crouched in position.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>07-04-2021, 17:02:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> [21st of December<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> Hydroponics.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> About to get dirty<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue <br><strong></strong><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"As long as I don' start jogging around, it should be fine. Doc did a good job at patching it up. In a couple days, I can get back to running away from responsibilities."</strong> Talking while shoveling was so much more fun than just shoveling, he got to admit, and the time, it flies when you have someone to share the activity with. Especially since he could spend a while talking about how the hydroponics on this vessel worked. Some of them the tech blatantly stolen/borrowed/acquired from quarians who do specialize in this sort of farming. <br><br>After transmitting over the specs, Sink moves to stand behind Rue and look down over her shoulder as she examines the component at hand, hands crossing over chest while he humms in thought. <strong>"Good thing to get fixed, but not a fault big enough to block the system, I reckon."</strong> Meanwhile he proceeds to unfold the arms, just to pick up the sealant tube from his belt and hand it down to Rue.<br><br><strong>"On the note of bug faults, how's your drone-tech?"</strong> Piping up a new topic of discussion, while he moves to get to shoveling again, two more sections and then they should be done. Whether or not they find the fault earlier, he'd go through them anyway as is, since no point in testing things out until you have checked it all.&nbsp; <strong>"You see, with what happened to poor Bobby, I need to get a new drone up and running before we reach omega. Was thinking on making it look like one of those camera drones the newspeople use. Sure it'll attract attention, but less so than a visibly armed one. Any input?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>07-04-2021, 20:57:59</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">DATE:</span></strong>21st December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hydroponics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Requested assistance <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sink<br><br><br>"Well I should hope then you take what rest you can in the meantime, <em>after</em> the shoveling of course." Rue chuckled quietly, thumbing across the small crack within the seal in thought. Of course the mention of the doctor did make the quarian straighten some in her crouched position, fingers squeezing a tad tighter before she spoke." Do you know if she is well currently? I'm afraid I have yet to ascertain on her own condition considering the events. For our first mission with our crew mates I feel we did little on our part to protect one another. Our own team completed our task with relative ease but I cannot help but to think of others whom were not as lucky.." Rue found the weight of her thoughts spilling out quite freely, much to her own surprise, as despite wanting to distract herself it was a looming cloud that refused to be sated. Perhaps part of the reason was the comfort of Sink's company to allow the quarian to voice her thoughts that otherwise would have remained locked deep within, though it was hardly within his job class to listen to silly spoutings from the xeno as just as quickly she would sigh to herself. "Forgive me I should not burden you with silly notions, a completed mission is just that is it not?"<br><br>Giving a light nod in approval the quarian easily reached behind herself to take the offered sealant to apply, the crack certainly having needed to be mended although Sink was possibly correct in it not being the reasoning for it's out of order. "Mhm perhaps not, I only hope it is a minor fault we uncover than an bigger issue needing to be addressed." She'd agree as she dusted her hands from the residual dirt on her palms, her attention peeked with Sink's own inquiry of Min." She is well, although perhaps a bit timid at the moment as she fears you wish to tear into my helmet. She can be...quite sensitive to others encroaching upon her inner workings." Rue explained with a small airless sigh, finding humor the program's personality shinning through as it did.<br><br>&nbsp;At times it was a bit of a nuisance although even Rue had to admit that despite it all, it was always a welcomed feeling of home when Min was around. The thought of creating a drone in the likeness of a camera drone did perk the quarian's interest as she offered a small tilt of her head, hands resting on the swell of her hips as she slowly stood to ponder. "Mhm it could be a plausible replacement for Bobby, although perhaps a more covert application would be best for Omega. There are many whom are already paranoid upon the planet as giving even an inkling of support tech that can cause damage may give way of our mission." Rue mused thoughtfully, glancing Sink up and down before she gave a hum. "Have you thoughts of a smaller supporting device that may be useful? Disguised as armor in order to give little of it's appearance otherwise?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 21:14:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21st of December<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> Hydroponics.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Dirty son of a fine lady.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue <br><strong></strong><br><hr><hr><br><strong>"Meant the Autodoc VI But... Last I heard shes retreated to her cabin for recuperation. Should survive."</strong> To be air, he wasn't that well versed with the medical affairs of the ship that didn't include himself. All he had was the little rumours that he overheard while doing his own duties. <strong>"Don't carry that burden on your shoulders Rue. You did what you could, there was nothing you could've done that would've helped them, without risking the rest of us. It was always a risk that things go horribly wrong, and... Luckily it was Arcus's team that faced the harvester. I mean, not because they got hurt, but because Jacki is right, it was the strongest team, and just the fact that they survived it is much more than I'd expect our team to have done." </strong> he sighs, leaning on the shovel, waiting for Rue to attach the component. <strong>"And don't you ever worry about burdening my shoulders with words, Rue. I'll take any you're willing to share the burden of. Anything really. If you need a moment for a talk, jus' gimme a holler."</strong> <br><br>When the part is finally in place, he proceeds to straighten up and move the spade to realign the dirt to cover the part once more, to make space near the next portion of the irrigation system, listening to Rue talk about someone named Min... Who the he? Oh, probably a VI. Well, no point in admitting that the question wasn't about that part of her learning, but adapt to the growing situation. <br><br><strong>"So now I have -two- reasons to tear open your helmet."</strong> Jacob gives rue a playful grin, while handing the spade over to give himself space to take a turn kneeling and looking at the revealed components. <strong>"Now, this looks our guilty party. Fetch me one of the replacement valves from the toolbox, will ya?"</strong> His fleshy hand gesturing towards the nearby table that held his spare parts toolbox. At the same time, his cyberhand opens up to reveal a few cutting tools, that begin to use a pinpoint laser to tear apart the visible broken component for the ease of extraction. No point in saving it when you can have fun with lasers.<br><br><strong>"Hmm. Good point. Something pistol sized. Maybe two or three of them. Masquerading as something that you'd typically carry around places like that. Rather not sacrifice actual armor space for it, but a backpack? Yea. Stuff a few drones in a backpack, build an ejection and retrieval system. That might work."</strong> His thoughts immediately moving to constructive side. <strong>"I should have the parts... But not sure I have sufficient engines laying around for that... Will need to improvise."</strong> <br><br><strong>"Also, it's an asteroid. Looked up the specs of the places earlier today. They mined the place for Eezo, and now it's a hollow asteroid habitat."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>09-04-2021, 03:26:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>22/12/2174CE |12:00 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hyrdroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Clearing the air<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| (Mentioning all those on mission)<br><br><br>The brisk walk towards the upperdeck of the Kalanhai served to help steel the quarian's nerves despite the small pep talk she had given herself before hand, the light sound of her footsteps softened as the clear difference of areas opened up from the hollow hall to the enriched tapestry of freshly greenery adorning the Hydroponics hull. Having only ventured within the day prior the few minute arrival early allowed Rue to take in the refreshing atmosphere in a way she hadn't previously, having been far too distracted by the mountain of earth and the task of uncovering with Sink beforehand. Neglecting the literal mask that shielded away her expression, opaque pools took in the vibrancy so unlike the cold steel and highly sanitized surfaces in which she had truly ever known, forgoing the addition in an effort to convey her apology directly than with only words themselves.<br><br>Sink's words of comfort had taken a good amount of the self appointed guilt Rue had felt after the mission, that while she felt within herself there was little more than what could have been done, it did not begin to unbury the clear dismissal of Jackiro's orders and all it brought along with it. To dare bring a captain into question for his actions was unforgivable&nbsp; as Rue felt her momentary lapse of fortitude undermined the salarian, quarians priding themselves within the clear chain of command much less to leave emotional outbursts to the wayside; yet she had broken both without a single thought. <br><br>Offering a quiet sigh the light fold of her hands would find themselves clasped behind the small of her back, admiring the view in solace for a few moments more before a glance towards her omni-tool brought a small grimace. It was deep within her trampling thoughts to extend her apology to each and everyone of her crew mates in one fashion or another, Sink seemingly having brushed off any need for one in his peculiar but charming way, that Drack too deserved one for having put the krogan into a position with Jackiro by her clear upset. If she could remember right krogans did enjoy alcohol as the thought itself bubbled back towards the eccentric drinking she and her fellow female crewmates had enjoyed, perhaps after speaking what was on her mind to the salarian she could catch Jay for advice in how to approach Drack, but for now Rue would patiently wait as the seconds ticked by until 12:00 was struck.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>09-04-2021, 03:54:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>21st December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hydroponics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Requested assistance <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sink<br><br>The flicker of regret briefly crossed Rue's lips in realization of Sink's mention of the doctor, that while Sam was hardly the only one on board her thoughts and worries had seemingly gotten the better of her without needing to. Visibly the quarian's shoulders would loosen some at the musing she was recuperating at the very least, thankful for a small measure of knowledge from the engineer who seemed to have an ear for rumors. Just as quickly as Rue professed what weight she had carried upon her heart as of lately, Sink was there to assure her it was not needed. In a way it was comforting to hear and for a brief moment she even considered completely banishing the thoughts entirely, although a memory floating to the surface kept it within arm's length. "Not everyone survived the mission Sink, that despite the dangers of the mission and the likelihood of coming out completely unharmed...it still hurts to know in a way we failed." Rue mused quietly, the clear snap of the part popping back into it's holster heard as she sighed. Despite the knowledge she had not formally met Coaf the quarian could not help but feel torn over his loss of life, a fellow quarian whom had given his life as the act of being unable to fully appease with a proper burial tainted her soul. The most that could be done was give him a quarian prayer and yet in a way it felt hollow to Rue, no matter how much she wished it uplifted her. <br><br>Although her demeanor had shrunk some in dour thoughts, Sink's offering of listening to her woes, whatever they be, was a notion that would bring a glance back over her shoulder as she straightened to her feet once more. " I thank you Sink...I suppose I merely needed another to listen, it is..not common for my race to share such emotional matters so freely with one another." She'd admit gently, taking the shovel in her hands to allow Sink a better access to the last remaining set. Of course with her comment earning a playful grin in response to more reasons to dig into her helmet, Min found herself far more vocal, the sudden buzz freely becoming known as she blared.*buzz buzz* You will not engineer Jacob Sinclair *buzz* &nbsp;if a program could growl it very nearly did so, much to Rue's own surprise as she quickly swatteted at her omni-tool with a squeak. "Forgive her...she does not like to be opened up often." The quarian sighed, Min already making herself out to be quite the trouble maker as of lately.<br><br>Perking up as Sink asked for the part in question Rue quickly fetched it with a small giggle, as mundane as it was to work on such a system it was truly comforting to be in company with another rather than hulled up in her cabin. Returning to offer the part just as quickly, Rue would watch over Sink's shoulder curiously, her thoughts on his next drone earning some approval as the idea of a backpack brought a soft blink. "I can offer assistance if you should like, I do believe multiple drones of a smaller variety would have less of likelihood all would be brought down than a larger target." She'd nod in approval some, Sink's mention of Omega actually being an asteroid somewhat far more familiar territory for Rue as she hummed. "I see..such a terrian is quite common to me...are you aware of when it will embark?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>09-04-2021, 12:24:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21st of December<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> Hydroponics.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Dirty son of a fine lady.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue <br><strong></strong><br><hr><hr><br>Min deciding to go ahead and blare out opinions past Rue, catches the engineer by surprise, he not coming up with a witty quip for the moment, so deciding to burrow those comments to the back of his mind while working on the 'ponics, and taking the quarian's offered spare part and proceeding to install it with the cyberhand opening up and barely even looking like a hand, but a mass of wiry machine parts that all do their various tasks including the cleaning and fixing the locations the new part goes to, all the way until the work is done and the fleshy hand places the new tool in, at which point the hand reassembles itself to look as it did before the split up.<br><br><strong>"If you mean when we arrive, a few days. I think the 24th. Just in time for Christmas. And if you mean when the Omega wil be departing, I don't think it will. By the extrapedia entry, it seems like it's a trading hub nowadays." </strong> With that he stands up and hands over the spade to Rue. <br><br><strong>"You take the last one, and I'll spin you a little yarn.</strong> And he proceeds to take his rank provided privileges and move to take a seat on one of the hydroponics tables, leaning on to it, folding his hands over the chest. <br><br><strong>"Used to be soldier. Back during the Human Turian war. I was stationed in the Shanxi garrison, the best defense set up Alliance could afford. Armed to the teeth, as we did sort of expect to run into hostile aliens sooner or later. The day Turian fleet arrived, I climbed into my fighter and sortied out, without a second thought. The Turians had already opened fire by the time we got half way there, and we were intercepted by their fighters."</strong> Musing up that tale did come with a price, it is tearing up old wounds, his eyes closing as the head leans forward, he tried to tell himself he's over it, and to others around that he can take it. And he can, just not without a cost.<br><br><strong>"I don't even remember getting hit. The next I remember, I am on a crashed fighter near the colony, my arm and leg stuck underneath debris, and I'm bleeding. Making me one of the handful of the defenders to survive the encounter."</strong> Images of the pilots he served with flashing in his mind, memories of each of them passing by as he retells the tale. <strong>"Why I am sharing this with you is, sometimes death can't be avoided. A thousand things can go wrong even with the best of preparation. I suffered from the same guilt you feel. Maybe If I dodged earlier, I could have saved a fellow pilot. Why did I survive, but the others had to die?Universe has never been fair and equal, and trust me when I say, he did what he thought was the best thing to do. Don't just mourn his loss, but celebrate the life he had, and the ones he saved."</strong> He didn't even notice it a but a glimmer of a tear had formed over his cheek on his still biological eye.<br><br><strong>"That's how I do it. I recount every life my friends saved, by buying seconds for the colonists to get into shelters." </strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>11-04-2021, 22:44:38</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">DATE:</span></strong> 22/12/2174CE | 12:00<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 |&nbsp; Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Answering summons.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Rume'Zamin<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The doors to Hydroponics opened quietely at the exact strike of Midday. Jackiro looked down at his Omnitool, smiling as he examined some unknown data-string. He didn't know what to expect from this meeting with Rue, to be frank. He was aware that there might be some backlash from those who served with him on Blue Team, but that was hardly something that worried him greatly. He was confident he'd made the right choices, and he felt that the Krogan's information was useful enough to validate his every decision made.<br><br>“Oh, wasn't expecting open face.” He said, smiling at the pleasant Quarian woman. He immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer, scrubbing his hands and between his digits. He had brought it expecting to use it even if Rue had chosen to remain fully suited up. “Was under impression that removal of Quarian suit component risk to health. Would not do so trivially.” Truth be told, he was no expert in Quarian biology. That was other people's domain, and what Rue did with her body was ultimately her choice. He hoped she didn't get sick, though.<br><br>He walked beside the Quarian, keeping a space of a metre or so as he glanced past her at the many plants in the Hydroponics deck. It was a beautiful part of the ship, much more pleasant than his most recent outings, sadly. Far too much time spent in the medical sector, trying to talk with the good Doctor, or the Brig, and the problem that was their prisoners. “You wanted to talk? Here I am.” His head tilted towards her, a pleasant and calm smile on his face. Even if she intended to question him, Jackiro didn't think Rue the particularly confrontational sort. She had her right to be sceptical, and he hoped she'd allow him to explain his thought process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>19-04-2021, 20:55:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>21st December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hydroponics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Requested assistance <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sink<br><br>"Christmas? Isn't that a festival of sorts for humans?" The quarian cooed curiously, that while Omega stayed largely on her mind, the holiday was a discussion that peeked her interest. <br><br>Inwardly Rue's thoughts centered on giving Min a stern 'talking' to when they were to return to her quarters, although talking would more or less be a few tweaks rather than anything verbal, the quarian both elated but also terribly embarrassed by the program's brazen efforts. At times it was amusing although with her current responsibility in the chief engineer's presence, she thought it better to keep proper even with their conversation growing far more personal than the xeno imagined. While her own emotional struggles were aired much to her thankfulness, Rue did not expect to have Sink's own affairs laid out in return, sharing despite the possibility of dredging up old wounds and fears. It was a touching notion as the quarian reclaimed the spade to begin unearthing the last pod while she listened respectfully, keeping her visor turned to her work while also shouldering some to keep him in view. <br><br>It was no secret that Sink had been a solider previously, as many seemingly were on the crew, that while the title alone said enough his view of matters that circled back to Rue's ultimate fears were made more from experience than her unknown one. His tale was like many others no doubt in his same position, a tactical and practical way about of seeing matters that to the uncertain quarian, at least initially was cut and dry; the art of war did not play fair at times, it was ruthless, heavy hitting, and ultimately always held the stink of death in even the best of cases. It was a matter that Rue had little experience within personally, as aside from the basic necessity of combat training as every good quarian had done before and no doubt after her, her world outside of the Flotilla had been largely unknown. The killer instinct to stamp out enemies with precision and without a second thought a hindrance, that if she had been a part of any real fire exchange, she very well would have found her hesitation fatal. For a moment she would pause in her shoveling to give a solemn glance down to the neat hole she had created, it's symbolism not lost on her with the weight of Sink's vivid descriptions gave her.<br><br>"That sounds like it had been quite terrifying Sink, if it is too much to speak of...you don't have to do so on my regard." Rue mused quietly, the clear damage left behind having been inspected as the engineer had went about his own duties. In a strange way she felt similar in the regard of both their bodies having to have reinforcements of mechanical means in one form or another, with Sink and his cybernetics, and herself with the very suit that protected her all too feeble vitals; neither having asked for such and it was so familiar it was almost not thought of more than it needed to be. Shaking from her inward perspective however would come the small pearl of wisdom that ultimately made Rue turn to fully face Sink as he spoke, to celebrate Coaf's life and what he had given in order to give more of those precious moments to those around him." That is a beautiful sentiment Sink...I have perhaps been...selfish in my thoughts." Rue finally spoke after a few moments, taking a brief minute to shift the shovel to her other hand before bringing the other to rest over her omni-tool.<br><br>"I have not had to experience death myself from war or battles like many of you have, my junior years spent in isolation due to sickness. Perhaps it is that naivety that has made the experience of our mission so profound, as I have only seen death in the way of illness claiming those around my species...matters that guns and bullets can not defeat." The quarian explained in return to Sink's personal offering, feeling it was only kind to reward such&nbsp; as she soon brightened. <br><br>"But I wish to do the same for all those upon this ship as well as our ultimate mission, that while I may have some reservations on taking a life...I would much rather have those celebrate life." Rue hummed,&nbsp; the spy of a droplet of moisture from Sink's eye however caught as without a single thought the quarian leaned over to lightly dab it away with the tip of a slender finger." Right Sink?" she tried her best to convey the smile she wore beneath her visor as she did so, the engineer having lifted her spirits and so of course she wished to do the same for him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>19-04-2021, 21:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>22/12/2174CE |12:00 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hyrdroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Clearing the air<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| (Mentioning all those on mission)<br><br><br>Taking a practiced breath Rue gave her omni-tool a single glance more before the familiar sound of the Hydroponic's doors whooshed with entry, the salarian's presence promptly at the requested time and not a moment longer, which was expected but never the less made any last minute uncertainties inescapable. Not that Rue had any thoughts of abandoning her meeting although now face to face the quarian did find Jackiro's presence just as intimidating as before, his calm demeanor strangely making her feel much smaller as she quickly straightened herself. "O-Oh yes...err...I have found matters of more important discussions best without my helmet, as to easily convey topics with others..." She would gently explain with a sheepish grimace, Jackiro himself bringing up the regard of how detrimental her enviro-suit played in both her health as well as culture. Giving the inside of her cheek a light bite Rue brought a thin arm to cross behind her back, faltering some though she soon relaxed with a nod. " I have taken the proper precautions in regards to my immune system, that while not ideal for an daily occurrence I would wish on my own part to be from time to time more approachable." The quarian mused thoughtfully, the daringly brazen fun of the most recent bouts of drinking with her fellow female crew mates certainly a matter that was made easier as a result.<br><br>Following Jackiro's easy stride and matching it with her own gait Rue allowed her arms to fold gently behind the small of her back as they strolled along the space, every so often stealing a glance out of the side of her eye as she struggled to form the beginning of her prepared speech, although with every light resonating step she felt it dissipating. Only when the salarian punctured the calm silence with his forwardness did Rue finally speak herself, taking a soft breath before cooing. "Yes. I wanted to speak to you for what had transpired on Aphras. Ultimately I was out of line for voicing my thoughts on the conflict when given an direct order, it had not been my intention to cause such with bringing up emotional struggles that I myself have and thought little of the larger mission at hand. " Rue began with some hesitation at first, her voice however becoming more firm the more she spoke.<br><br>"My experience in combat is limited, even more so in regards to the tactics of war unlike many of our crew mates as well as yourself. Thus I had not taken into consideration of the great thought process one such as yourself would be faced with, and for that I wish to apologize for my protest and consequent wish to make amends for such. " The quarian mused respectfully, that while the disobey had been trouble enough, Rue knew the further grate of spurning Drack further against Jackiro was yet another apology in itself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-04-2021, 01:47:48</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">DATE:</span></strong> 22/12/2174CE | 12:00<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 |&nbsp; Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Answering summons.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Rume'Zamin<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The Salarian observed Rue as she spoke about the why of her helmet removal, nodding absent-mindedly with her explanation. It made sense, to a degree, and he understood the desire to best express herself. He just hoped she wasn't underestimating the risk she took. On the Kalanhai, perhaps it was a reasonable choice. Doing so on a Planet or, heavens forbid, on Omega? That was an entirely risky proposition. “Trust you know own body better than I do. Won't comment on it again.”<br><br>His observation of the plants never stopped, even as she explained her worries and the why of her request to meet. He had mostly called his shot, but he hadn't expected her to submit and apologise. It was probably the first apology he'd gotten from the mission, and that was not lost upon him. His slight smile became less political and more genuine. It obviously affected the Salarian, who inhaled sharply and let himself close his eyes for a moment, savouring the moment and memorising it. It felt like vindication to be appreciated by the Quarian, even if she was mostly sorry because she respected the chain of the command, and the weight of its collar. “Was not ideal situation. Worried for other teams, despite insinuation of Jorgal Drack. Rampaging Krogan could do serious damage to any single member of team, and noticed that Engineer Sinclair's shield was down. Krogan headbutt could have shattered mask, or rupture casing on suit. Catastrophic failure. Also no certainty of Information without prisoner; No way to communicate with unusual 'Vorcha' and no way to be certain data on broken Omnitool recoverable...” He shook his head, the smile dying as it became oh-so-obvious that his mind didn't just think of these situations, it had visualised them one-thousand times over. <br><br>“Curse of Salarian mind. Over-active, over-quick.” Jacki tapped his forehead, like he was trying to gently thump a malfunctioning radio. “Saw too many things going wrong on mission, even with our team. Knew that group had no priority members on it. If emergency exfil had to happen, who do you think would be priority? Orange Team had Spectre and most important Medical expert on deadly virus. Blue team had core pilot for future missions. Would have chosen either team as most important for mission success in heartbeat. Failure could mean abandonment of team, weakening of Kalanhai forces, potentially failing vital mission...” No malice in his voice there, just brutal honesty. “Krogan Teammate not wrong. Methods were barbaric, and not first choice. Would make choice again though. Am glad he wasn't forced to.” <br><br>He inhaled again, then turned to one of the flowers. His finger touched a petal gently, almost with a lover's caress. “Life is precious. Imagine Krogan thinks I do not believe that. Perhaps Drack thinks honour is more important than life, but I do not.” His finger pulled back from the lily, which bounced after his retreating digit. “Detach emotion from thinking on missions. Emotion becomes unpredictable variable, ruins calculations. Makes judgement cloudy. Will do what it takes to complete mission, because mission is salvation for potentially many thousands of Human lives on Citadel, perhaps even more than that. No proof Salarian immune to sickness after all.” Finally, he pivoted on his heel, facing Rue again. His face was melancholy, full and dark eyes slightly lowered in a sort of lamentation for his own hard-wired methodology. “Shall not accept apology. Glad you are able to maintain emotion and empathy. Would ask you make sure it doesn't get in way of mission, but will not fault you for questioning me as long as it is not at cost of mission success. Would die for the mission; would kill for the mission.” He exhaled again, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>22-04-2021, 04:52:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>22/12/2174CE |12:00 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hyrdroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Clearing the air<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| (Mentioning all those on mission)<br><br><br>"I thank you for your concern Indri sir, it is only under practical circumstances I assure you." The quarian mused respectfully on the matter of her enviro-suit, a small pang of gratitude paid to those whom worried for her sake upon the ship. The luxury of immuno-boosters was merely a safety net that could not forever be relied on, as even with such came the possibilities of finding a strain of bacterium that was too bolstered to be wiped out, the resulting mend in the medical bay while not ideal however would be worth it to Rue if only for the memorable moments like these. To be seen as more than simply the obscured quarian was a desire that the mechanic yearned for, the exodus of her home ship leaving behind only the soured feel of disconnect from her own species. Perhaps it was naïve to desire a custom that was not of her own species, but for the growing quarian she felt the experience was one to be taken, with precautions of course, and ultimately a decision that was her own to make.<br><br>Taking in Jackiro's demeanor as she began her apology and reasons behind such, the once fearsome intimidation that faced the quarian would begin to melt away in the glare of a far more genuine smile from the salarian, the response minute but did much for the once tremble air of uncertainty that had clouded Rue's own. Shoulders relaxing some with the long held in tension released the soft blink of opaque pools would glance curiously towards the thriving plant life to Jackiro's left, listening intently as he began his own statement in a way that was both unexpected yet so studiously detailed it could only come from a true salarian. Listing out every potential cause for inaction on the part of their team was eye opening to the quarian, Jackiro giving thought to situations that in the heat of the moment Rue had not even begun to consider, that despite the chaos on the surface it had occurred to him to ultimately make the only logical choice in the end." It was not my wish to assume you had not considered our fellow crew mates with your order," Rue mused gently in retort, although if she were to admit it the thought had occurred in the direct seconds on Aphras; Not out of a place of distrust for the captain but rather her own views of the art of battle being less visual as it was seen by Jackiro. <br><br>The way Jackiro explained his thought process overall gave Rue a far better perspective on the xeno that had been tasked with upholding their stake of the mission, it wasn't merely that the mission itself was the main goal, but rather it was the <em>only</em> goal and nothing would stop him short from completing such. It was the cost of empathy that gave the success of the mission as to any other it could very well seem as barbaric, Rue herself once included, but from Jackiro's expression it did not seem all that comforting of a notion to confide in purely that of statistical victory. The far more crestfallen appearance drawing a light frown from the quarian as she gave a small shake of her head in return. "If I may be bold I feel that despite your statements your choices were still made emotionally, rather than let them foolishly lash out as I, you in turn fine tuned them to bolster your drive for success. It was truly a mistake on my own part to have doubted your leadership Indri sir." Rue solemnly cooed, the guilt of her previous days having stemmed with the realization that ultimately there was a far greater role they all played, and as such she needed to rely on her crew mates whole heartily.<br><br>His refusal of her apology however would bring Rue to lift her head with some concern, the grand gesture sitting largely on her chest that without his taking made her squirm some in thought. "It shall not interfere with a mission in the future, that while you are aware of my lack of experience on the battlefield, I implore you to please accept my apology. Not as a captain or leader, but as my crew mate." The thought of trampling what professional relationship with Jackiro prickled roughly at Rue's skin, almost needing to have the confirmation of having mended what wrong doings of her part to the salarian before the weight of her complete guilt could be washed away.<br><br>"Please." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 16:04:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21st of December<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> Hydroponics.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Dirty son of a fine lady.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue <br><strong></strong><br><br>Sink notices the approaching finger only a moment before it moves to slide over his cheek and gather up the tear away, leaving him in the realization of what had happened. He quickly huffs a bit of air out of his mouth and a smile forms at the corner of the mouth nearer to her finger. <strong>"Agreed."</strong> His eyes closing fora&nbsp; bit and he refocuses his thoughts, bringing the man back to the room instead of his reverie of the old. <strong>"I guess I'm not as over of it as I thought. Suppose it will never truly go away." </strong><br><br>With that Jacob unfolds his hands from his chest and opens his eyes to look straight in to Rue's two gleaming dots of an eye on the that technically see-through faceplate of hers. <strong>"Though,&nbsp; I do have to ask. Why did you volunteer for this mission. Most of us have experience with these sort of missions."</strong> That was a genuine question he had to pose on her, not often he found himself thinking about those matters. But now, she did pbring it up, not being used to combat, and losses of thereof. His thoughts lingering on the matter for a while, giving the quarian an opportunity to answer, before he'd pick up on a previous topic. <br><br><strong>"As it happens, Christmas is a celebration of forgiving and love. It is interesting how it aligns with the losses we faced. Perhaps I should arrange some sort of festivity. We'll see what I can scrounge up something on Omega with that. Make it a sendoff party for Coaf? What do you think, being the eminent quarian expert in the discussion?"</strong> That was not a very difficult bar to pass, considering that the otherw one hadn't even heard of quarians for the first half of his life. Then again, he also feared he might be overstepping it a little. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 21:16:17</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">DATE:</span></strong> 22/12/2174CE | 12:00<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 |&nbsp; Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Answering summons.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Rume'Zamin<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jackiro's head tilted slightly, caught observing the Quarian with a measure of slight confusion. She was trying to be kind, but he didn't think that she quite understood the severity of what he was saying. “I do not think you wrong, Rue. Do not think you assumed anything of me. Assumption would have led you to think along path of Drack. Led you to believe I am monster. You came to make apology. Shows much thought.” He tilted his head towards the flower beside them again, breathing in its scent.<br><br>“However, I am not good person. Your outburst likely resulted in Drack calming down, better focused Krogan on paternal focus. Current working hypothesis shows he seemingly over-compensates for Krogan inability to breed naturally by acting as fatherly figure when possible. Need more data analysis. Fellow Salarian Data Analyst found chatter about his Asari daughter, supposedly a singer. Online interview with her mentions doting father figure.” He smirked a little, before his face grew to full with a deep set frown. “Would have shot him if he actively got in way of mission. Your 'lash out' refocused him. Will not accept apology for outburst, as it likely spared bloodshed. Was correct play.” He was careful not to say that he would have spilled the Krogan's blood. No Salarian would be foolish enough to doubt a Krogan's destructive power after all – They had uplifted the species because of it.<br><br>“Will accept your apology, if on grounds of your actions being 'unprofessional'. Do not want you to stop emotional outburst if might save crewmember. Trust your judgement. Trust you to make call you think is best. Will continue to make call I think is best, for as long as made team leader of outbound force.” He reached a hand out to Rue, before pulling it back. It probably wasn't the most hygienic display of recognition for such a germ-phobic species. Instead, he just sort of awkwardly tried to bow his head, as if in affirmation. "Would like to talk about anything else? Curious what Quarian doing on this sort of mission. Odd path for a 'Pilgrim' if reading on species correct."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>03-05-2021, 17:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>21st December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hydroponics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Requested assistance <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sink<br><br><br>Completing the gesture that seemingly had fit well for the circumstance the quarian was pleased to find a smile, however small, replacing the tight expression there once was, the tickle of breath across her slender digit causing a small recoil through the far less dense material of her casual envio-suit but she seemed happy enough. "If I remember correctly an engineer spoke of holding such in memories to honor, so there is no shame in feeling them." Rue mused as she straightened back into a proper distance, feeling perhaps a bit more cheeky in using Sink's words against him although it had been the topic of discussion so reminding the engineer of his own comforting notion to herself felt as though it needed to be highlighted. Although Sink's inquiry of what business had brought Rue to the Kalanhai was a bit personal, she felt it was only just to give answer to such considering the level of honesty shared between the pair, thin arms crossing behind the small of her back as her visor glanced elsewhere for a moment.<br><br>"Truth be told I found myself willingly volunteering for reasons much like that of the mission at hand, the dissection and knowledge of disease and infection that could be gained in our current affair to help that of my people upon our migrating ships." The quarian mused respectfully, the dry clinical answer however sitting uncomfortably on her tongue as she continued. "In quarian culture we have a rite of passage that is our pilgrimage to seek out adventures of a world outside of the sanitized bubble of our own, upon returning with treasures of completion it is there where new connections are made among my species as I would find myself within a new ship to call home and those around me a clan in which I may one day find union with to create new xenos to further our race. Although my own pilgrimage was postponed due to a sickness that dampened our numbers further, I myself struck and thus quarantined with the possibility I would not recover." Rue revealed quietly, the static silence of her already small world having grown to that of four walls a maddening experience, though she thankful her expression could not reveal the ache that lay behind it.<br><br>"I suppose in Lameman terms I wished to seek out further knowledge of the study of hostile strains in the hopes that it would be a worthy reward for my absence, as well as find connections with others so unlike my species. This far it has been a pleasure to find others so open with their emotions in a way that I seemingly struggle with, so many phrases and underlays of actions fascinating to myself as one who in truth has never quite felt as though she was truly known even by my kind." The quarian sighed softly, the memories created upon the Kalanhai certainly many that she would never forget, as the acceptance by those she called her crew mates warming her heart which made any suffering that much more painful." I felt justified to take on whatever unknown dangers that would come as a result of my willing choice upon this mission, and I still do to this very moment. Perhaps it may be naïve of me to do so in such a battle hearty manner, but in the end the fulfilment of erasing perhaps the plague of sickness of those who cannot aide themselves would in turn give me the same confidence to do so with my own species."<br><br>After her lengthy explanation Rue felt dazed for a brief moment in reflection of memories that came flooding to the surface, though the continuation of Sink's offering of setting up celebrations for the human holiday brought the quarian back to the Hydroponics room as she gave a small tilt of her head. It was a touching notion to do so in Coaf's honor, the bulk of her guilt ridden experience melting in response as Rue's demeanor softened with delight. "It would be a touching honor for not only Coaf's passing, but to celebrate life as you say with those around us. If you require any assistance I would be more than delighted to aide you Sink."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>03-05-2021, 18:03:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>22/12/2174CE |12:00 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hyrdroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Clearing the air<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| (Mentioning all those on mission)<br><br><br>Offering a soft blink the quarian admired the natural way Jackiro savored the scent of the flora, the gesture a softening juxtaposition to the heavy weight of their conversation that was strewn with pride and hair triggers. It was clear to Rue that every action the Salarian did was the result of an overactive thought process, a heavy toll that would perhaps always come under some scrutiny from those who could not see the larger image of the pieces before them; those like herself in the heat of the moment. Yet the xeno that stood before her proved to have a stoic kindness that diminished the aura of one who actually <em>savored</em> the savagery that had been on display, his acceptance of a meeting proof enough that his demeanor had only been a ripple of what the grand ocean many of those upon the ship were. The complication that was sorting out emotions to tackle on the task at hand merely a facet of what made each crew member unique as some did so in manners that others could not, but never had Rue considered Jackiro was truly as cold as he appeared on Aphras. "It is only right to observe all decisions behind actions rather than the obvious, there are many layers to one's path of choice as I simply wished to do my duty to see such for myself and make up for my words." Rue mused kindly, the rare treat that was conversation with the Salarian proving to see a side she would not have otherwise.<br><br>Jackiro's further explanation of her actions leading to a far more peaceful resolve despite the disrespect however made the quarian pout tighten, the korgan's overreach in matters of paternal guidance having spared him physical wounds due to her cry of outrage. "Is that so? I had not known such...other species unlike my own have been a subject that I wish to learn more of." The quarian mused curiously, Drack's Asari daughter certainly a surprise within itself, although even from their brief interactions she could see hints of Jackiro's hypothesis coming more to light. Although it paled in the light of the Salarian professing he would have shot the Krogan should the scuffle had put their previous mission into jeopardy, had Rue not spoken up to have Drack come to her aide the situation very well could have escalated further to dangerous levels. Though one particular phrase did not sit well with the quarian as her gaze flickered back to Jackiro's own as she offered a soft smile. "I do not think you are not a good person Jackiro, merely you must make choices that do not agree with others as we have witnessed. You do not do so though with glee merely only for the good of the success of mission, I see no wrong in such if not made with malice." She'd admit gently, the mission was crucial and Jackiro's adamant desire to see complete success was noble, albeit could cause some tension.<br><br>His acceptance of her apology woven into that of being unprofessional rather than outright denial however easily brought back the warm smile to spread across Rue's expression, it was a bit of a debate in the beginning but ultimately she felt pleased to find no ill blood between themselves. His gesture of holding out his hand before drawing it back brought a small giggle from the delighted quarian, gloved hands moving to place them gently overtop his single one before giving a light touch as she bowed her head lightly in return. The rest of her day very well was to be spent within her quarters desantizing, but it was already a task she had put to mind from the beginning, and so she did so as respectfully as she could." Thank you Jackiro, I shall trust my judgement when needed." She'd pull her hands back to once more fold behind the small of her back, pleased with the exchange as well as a continuous sort with the Salarian inquiring as to her own presence upon the Kalanhai.<br><br>Giving a small nod it was Rue's turn to glance towards the flowing walls of fauna as she took a step closer to admire the view further, keeping some distance but enough to enjoy the vibrant petals of a particular bud as she spoke. " You are correct in that my pilgrimage is quite differing from those who had done so before me, although I felt a certain kinship with the mission you wish to uphold so strongly. My specialization is in that of mechanics as I wished to provide knowledge to further my experience, but just as well learn more of this rampant disease that is taking root. Upon my Flotilla we endured a plague of our own that wiped many ships of their clans, I myself affected and had resulted in my quarantine that postposed my true pilgrimage age. It is my hope that with the findings of a cure to this ailment that I may return to give such knowledge to my own species in hope of learning more of the subject so such can be eradicated as well. " She'd explain with purpose, that despite the fears and insistence of not wishing to spill blood, her purpose was just as strong as all those around her and she would do what it took to achieve such.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>07-05-2021, 16:18:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 21st of December<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> Hydroponics.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Dirty son of a fine lady.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Rue <br><strong></strong><br><br><strong>"It's Lay-man. I'm a Lameman and I am as complex as they get."</strong> Jacob empathizes by patting his mechano-leg with a clank, helped by the fact it was struck by a mechano-hand. <strong>"But you used it right. Good job on your English. Better than most of my countrymen, and we invented the language!"</strong> ´He finally gets off leaning and proceeds to move to the irrigation control panel by the hydroponics bay, continuing the talk with this friendly quarian.<br><br><strong>"Noble goal you have there, fighting diseases must be a constant struggle with a populace grown in sterile conditions. I don't believe you get a lot of exposure to dirt or contaminants when forced to live on ships your whole life. Sort of can understand the struggle. Now, let's see if the irrigation works, or not."</strong> With the final pieces of the system checked and replaced it was time for the finalization of their task, as he punches in the necessary commands to restart the system. With a little whirr the machine begins to operate.<br><br><strong>"Well, if you want to help, mind posting a thing on the extranet about it? 25th is the traditional day of celebrations, so somewhere at the evening hours, 21:00? might be good. I'm going to accost the cook and get him to make us some eggnog and maybe gingerbread cookies, as is appropriate for the holiday."</strong> He muses along while waiting for the machine diagnostics to complete as it runs, tapping his finger on the panel in pondrous manner.<br>&nbsp;<br>Machine beeps and gives the <strong>&lt;All clear&gt;</strong> sign and some moisture spreads to the bottom of the tray as it does its test run. <strong>"Aaand we're done here. You're free to continue to your other assignments. I'll pack up and get to my lunch-break next. Just remember, you have something on your mind, just give me a call and we'll set up a sit-down and talk it out."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>09-05-2021, 01:36:45</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">DATE:</span></strong> 22/12/2174CE | 12:00<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 |&nbsp; Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Answering summons.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Rume'Zamin<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Am glad you think so highly of my rationale, but would not be first man to do horrible thing for 'good reasons'.” He said, unprepared to offer himself the easy way out. He was aware the two of them would likely end up chasing their tales at this rate; Rue was willing to offer the Salarian the benefit of the doubt, and the Salarian was not prepared to make it so easy for himself. He was right, but that didn't mean he was good. Never good. Good and evil were the things that made the decision to do horrible things easy, and it should never be easy to mutilate someone, or do something extreme for a raised chance at a result. <br><br>Instead, he thankfully shifted the focus of the conversation onto Rue, and her pilgrimage. “A mechanic seeking information on mutagenic cures. Fascinating. Perhaps not in correct profession, after all.” He smiled, trying to inject something more pleasant into his demeanour now that they weren't waxing philosophical. “Would that sort of discovery satisfy pilgrimage? Would that satisfy <em>you</em>? Introduced self as mechanic, so assume that is what you enjoy. Surely should also attempt to discover new mechanical insight as well.” Jackiro hummed briefly, thinking back to things he was more comfortable with. What sort of invention was suitable for a Quarian on their Pilgrimage? The technology of the species was advanced enough, supposedly, to create an AI. They were a shipbound species with dependency on Enviro-suits, perhaps a form of active filtration? <br><br>The Salarian's mind whirled until he was disturbed, trying to picture how one might design a filtration system that actively adjusted and replaced itself. It was a radical and likely undoable thing in its current iteration, but good engineering was just that, iteration. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>10-05-2021, 19:00:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>21st December 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with orange overlays<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hydroponics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Requested assistance <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sink<br><br>Offering a light tilt of her helmet in wonder it was Rue's turn to give a sheepish gesture of her own, the mix up with terms a bit embarrassing although Sink didn't seem to mind the slip of the lip, or was it tongue? The humor found did make the quarian giggle to herself while fighting off some of the humility of being incorrect but nearly right, the xeno stepping back to allow him room to work once more as she hummed. " Perhaps I should revisit my guides once more clearly." Rue giggled quietly, watching just over Sink's shoulder as he began to tinker with the system once more while compounding on her remarks. "It is quite an adjustment I must admit, though I find it amusing that such life can be made from materials as these." she'd thoughtfully comment.<br><br>The request of sending out an email for the festivities further eased Rue's once downtrodden mood to one much more merry, pleased she could do such to perhaps lift other spirits nearly making the quarian dance in place as she brought her hands together respectfully. "Of course, I may ask some assistance from Jay or even Mary-Ann to ensure my wording is correct for such." She'd announce with pride, glad to be helpful in any regard really.<br><br>With their task having been completed Rue was thankful for Sink's company and ear to listen to her woes, something that she was certain he did not fully realize how much it meant to the young xeno. Giving a light bow at the waist Rue's expression was one of happiness despite being shielded away by her visor, a cheery nod given in gesture as she straightened up. "I thank you for your assistance in listening to my thoughts Sink, this has been the uplifting conversation as well as assignment." Rue hummed sweetly, offering one last smile before she gathered her equipment to carry in her arms. "I look forward to other conversations as well in the future, even those less emotionally jarring." She'd admit softly, giving Sink a wave before whisking herself off to finish her own tasks, the pep in her step very much clear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>10-05-2021, 19:25:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi| Rue for short (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0#lastPost)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>22/12/2174CE |12:00 <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Enviro-suit with purple overlays [Minus helmet] (https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Hyrdroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Clearing the air<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| (Mentioning all those on mission)<br><br><br>"Perhaps not but if "good things' were to outweigh the cons I suppose one could find justification within the gray, such is a debate in which we find ourselves within." Rue gently mused, tying off her final thoughts to see a side of the actions on Aphras in a different light. Personally it was not something she herself could find within her power to carry out, which in turn made the quarian thankful for Jackiro's level headedness on the matter. Though even with justifications there was the hint of worry for the salarain to be branded the cruel xeno, something that Rue was able to witness with her own eyes as not being fact, as it was her hopes she could convey such to others to see truths beyond their initial vision. It was the least she could do.<br><br>Admiring the fauna with great curiosity Jackiro's musing of her profession perhaps not aligning with her goal brought a soft giggle from the quarian, the sheepish smile allowing the violet hue of a blush to touch her cheeks as she nodded softly. "It is quite the challenge clearly, but an exchange that I found would provide the rewards of something far greater with giving any assistance I could to do so." She remarked lightly in return, the punctuated mention of finding <em>herself</em> satisfied with her pilgrimage earning a befuddled expression, only for a brief moment." Mechanics was what gave myself duty and purpose, as I find it quite fulfilling. It is...peaceful and allows those whom I care for the peace of mind of their safety in a manner that I can do so." Rue explained thoughtfully, the tip of a finger just barely allowing itself to touch the petal before she pulled back at the last second to instead sigh.<br><br>"It is my hopes that with the discovery of a cure such lengths can also be achieved to that of my own people, the honor of working along side other species giving light to what us quarians may not be able to see. I find it to be the best treasure that can be offered as well as to have the experience of social situations that are unavailable upon my mother ship. The journey is very well worth it's weight in experience, am I wrong Jackiro?" The quarian blinked, talks of engineering earning a light smile from her as she nodded. " But of course. There has been much inspiration for different matters I have not witnessed before hand, tinkering has allowed me to tap into resources that is quite scarce to my people and thus quite entertaining."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 20:23:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ey3kNQB.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Head of Security<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Date:</span></strong> 23rd December, 2174 CE | Morning<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> Communications<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> (Not) First Contact<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria || Set-up for the next scene.<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Ashton inhaled the steam deeply, willing the caffeine to enter her systems and jump-start her brain. But as glorious as the first cup of coffee might smell first thing in the morning, it never seemed powerful enough to chase the lingering haze of restless sleep.<br><br>She stared at a blurry screen, coordinates and data streamed by like warbled static across an old-timey television screen, and each time it refreshed they were that much closer to the Sahrabarik system. In a little under ninety minutes, they would be leaving the Omega relay and be on a direct course to the station itself. Assuming a certain asari didn’t send orders to blast them right out of the sky…<br><br>But telling that to the crew would only put them on edge, and she was feeling enough anxiety to spare them the burden. In a few moments, Ashton would have a better idea of how their presence was going to be received. Already she sent word out to Aria to gain a sense of what she thought of Ipako, but the current state of their prisoner threw in a variable she could only speculate. Either Aria was going to be curious… or she was going to shrug it off and not give a damn.<br><br><em>Forty seconds.</em><br><br>The comms buoy was nearly in range. In a handful of seconds, Ashton would know if she needed to send an alert to everyone on the ship, or sigh in nauseating relief that they would at least make it to the docks in one piece.<br><br>Ten seconds.<br><br><em>Aria T’Loak, Aria T’Loak, Aria T’Loak.</em><br><br>Say her name three times, and just as they made it in range of the buoy, the screen on Ashton’s left showed the Queen herself. She wasn’t smirking -a good sign for the moment- and despite the hour she didn’t look tired or give any indication if she was going to bed soon or already pumped full of caffeine and getting a head start on her morning.<br><br>“Hello, beautiful.” Ashton chimed up, flashing a white, toothy smile, and toasted the mug of coffee in the asari’s honor. “Radiant as ever, I see.”<br><br>“Still not a morning person, Ashton?” Aria’s image flickered across the screen a few times, but the audio held strong. The closer they get to Omega, the higher the quality the connection will become. “One might think that you’re nervous about something. Since when were you one for social calls?”<br><br>“Figured you already pinged and locked onto the ship before we hit the relay. Thought it was only courteous to be here to reach out once more before we dock.” Exuberantly confident, that’s what she was going for. If there was any consideration in Aria’s mind to blow up the Kalanhai, she wanted to push it so far out of her head that it would start dripping from her ears. But as closely as Ashton watched that monitor, Aria didn’t seem to have goop coming out of either side of her head. “You said you had a job for me, but I’ll be coming with two others. Will they be crashing the party?”<br><br>Off-screen, Aria reached for something, spoke in a hushed tone to a batarian and his datapad, before he was seen wandering off to conduct his own business. This was such a routine occurrence that Ashton felt calmed by it. Having Aria’s <em>full</em> attention would have made her squirm. She decided to be bold and press forward once she found the proper opening.<br><br>“Really, Ash? An escort? Don’t tell me that when we last parted ways you’ve felt the need to arm yourself and put your back against the wall.” Aria’s smirk was both frustrating and somehow arousing all at the same time. “Then again, I’ve always enjoyed watching you get flustered.”<br><br>“Sweet talker. Actually; I figured the extra hands couldn’t hurt. I have a pair of curious figures I thought you might appreciate. One of them is under the assumption that they’re more important than Omega. Their business just might ruin yours.”<br><br>“And tell me, <em>how</em> did you come across this information?”<br><br>“Sweetheart, that would be telling! Information, as you say, is power.” Ashton winked at the camera but continued before anger could be presented. “I’d rather tell you in person if you don’t mind. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”<br><br>“You’ve promised me that before.”<br><br>“And was I lying?”<br><br>Aria rolled her eyes, but that was the gesture that had the last of the tension unknotting from the pit of Ashton’s stomach. She allowed herself one inward sigh of relief.<br><br>“Come speak with me when you land. Bring your ‘curious figures’ with you and we can show them what Omega does with people who try to undermine what is mine.”<br><br>“We’ll be there with bells on.”<br><br>The connection was closed, but like a superstition Ashton found herself counting to ten in the off chance that any lingering picture or audio would be picked up. Then she sighed out loud, slumped in her chair, and finally took that first sip of coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Kalanhai, upper-deck }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 23:48:29</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=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">DATE:</span></strong> 22/12/2174CE | 12:00<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 |&nbsp; Hydroponics <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Answering summons.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong>&nbsp; Rume'Zamin<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“From my understanding of Quarians, tend to lean away from radical trains of thought nowadays. Would be careful not to end up labelled as a 'radical' with ideas. Would hate to see kind-hearted woman discarded by species because they think you give away too many secrets, or pose risk to the 'Fleet'.” Jackiro knew enough to know that while it was unlikely that the more conservative elements of Rue's species would want to discard her for her ideas and beliefs, there was a non-zero percent chance of just that happening. Quarians clearly had a proclivity for radical ideas, or they wouldn't have somehow ended up quarantining a Home-Planet and isolating themselves on a giant hive of ships. Part of his curiosity wanted to probe Rue about whatever incident had led to the Quarians being isolated, and yet...<br><br>...He'd probably just get the same story about Geth that others gave. It was such a strange myth they spread, but to think that the Quarians had created a radical AI Hive Network was still hard to believe. <br><br>“Experience is wonderful resource. Am still unsure why Quarians don't engage in widerspread Trade and commerce with other species. Seems farcicle, and mostly decision based on pride. Hopefully next generation might think differently. Perhaps Admiral Rume'Zamin nar Folazi might lead that charge one day? Wonderful notion, even if unlikely to live long enough to see it.” He chuckled to himself, trying to make light of his own mortality, and his species fragility to the sands of time grinding away at their being. “Will attempt to offer expertise if you need them. Am not useless as tinkerer, if I do say so myself. Have small idea in mind now. Inspired a project, perhaps.”<br><br>He reached up and plucked the petal her finger had touched, letting it dance along his hand's digits before allowing it to flutter to the floor. “Think I should go. Much to do, much to think about. Conversation was enlightening for me, and hope it put things into perspective for you.” He turned on his heel, talking a step back and away before turning to glance at her over his. “Have pleasant day, Rue.”
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