Jordan walked up to the man. Kate would need comfort after the job here: he'd be there for her. But for now, the problem remained unsolved. He wanted his Death Mask to be the last thing the turian saw.
"Why did he kill them?"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""He didn't. She did."
the turian took his gun from Kate. He was suffering from the poison. And he knew he could never shoot his old friend. He pointed the gun back at Kate after he let go of her, pointing the wrong way.
"Kat, we were friends once, do me one last favour?"
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.The Predator clattered to the ground.
She was the one that killed her own parents? What? Then how? She had to have been, for lack of a better term, "motivated" by whoever was in that room.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Danari had his pistol ready, just in case. "Are we so different from the humans?" he asked. "Saren tried to wipe them all out, yet we are not all like him... you don't need to do this."
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It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.-Jeko, still able to hear everything on his mic, got up from the montiers, and walk to the armory, still coughing a little-
"Shit"
-Jeko walk past the science bay, and went into the armory-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXkI1sTDoEgIm Fine, stay on the mission, I'm suiting up
-Jeko looked into the armory and prepared his armor-
edited 5th Jun '11 1:30:15 PM by GearLeader
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXkI1sTDoEgMarik put in, "Are you sure you want him to die, Katie? I could heal him if you wanted to, but it's your call."
Support Gravitaz on Kickstarter!-Jeko grabbed the pistol of his, and hit for the loading bay, a crew of 6 regular followed-
Ok, team, get in the 2nd Mako, we are providing fire support just in case.
-Jeko boards-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXkI1sTDoEgMarik chuckled. "I know well the turian biology, Deimos. As well as the effects of polonium rounds on it. I could keep him alive, at the very least for a short while. But I won't do anything unless Katie wants him alive."
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Support Gravitaz on Kickstarter!Deimos shrugged and leaned against the wall. "If you say so, Marik. You are the doctor here, after all." He inwardly hoped that Kate would decide to keep him alive, for some reason, if not a logical one. The sight of a turian dying slowly and dishonorably from slow poison was a bit disturbing, but he decided not to voice his concerns, as it was not his place.
Nothing to see here. Move along.Marik sighed. "I'm afraid none of us know this guy except Katie. She knows this whole situation, it's up to her what his fate is."
Support Gravitaz on Kickstarter!-Jeko sat at the gunner position, as the second Mako headed for the teams position-
Pvt.Norm: Sir, keeping tight on trail.
Jeko- Good.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXkI1sTDoEgUnderstandably, it offended Doctor Victor von Geist's sensibilities to serve on a ship so full of xenomorphic individuals. It was like a zoo, but the animals could talk and being cruel to them was frowned upon. Political correctness gone mad.
But, for all its faults and failings in terms of crew selection, the Ozymandias was a worthy vessel. Nothing compared to the cutting edge examples of ship design and high technology that Cerberus offered, but hardly a junker, either. Von Geist would not have accepted work upon a junker. He was a man who got his hands dirty from time to time, but that wasn't going to stop him from scoffing in disgust at the prospect of working on a ramshackle, run down vessel. That was one thing to be content with, he supposed.
As a human, he stood out. But even amongst humans, he was unique.
Tall, lean - almost spindly - he was clad in the shiningly white lab coat of a scientist. Underneath, he wore light armor, also white, so as to blend. One hand was clad in a heavy black glove, the kind used to handle hazardous materials. The other? Well, the other didn't even look human. Colored in an almost black gun-metal grey, it bore three fingers, a cable winding around the wrist and running up the sleeve of the coat. It was very geth-like. That wasn't a coincidence.
Black armored boots hid the tell-tale clank of bionic feet. Von Geist was heavily modified, after all. The tinted, round lenses set in front of either of his eyes hid the tell-tale signs of bionic eyes. A thin scar on the right side of his face, running from brow to cheek hinted at the truth. Not all operations could be flawless, after all.
Von Geist possessed the high cheek bones and defined bone structure of good breeding and blue blood. He was bald - whether by choice or unfortunate design - with his scalp neatly shorn free of hair. His expression was neutral, but to the onlooker, his lips might have grimaced into a slight scowl every now and again.
Seeking some respite from the press of foreign, alien lifeforms clustering around himself in the calls of the Ozymandias, Von Geist had volunteered himself for the mission, tagging along and generally doing his outmost to remain detached from the actual fighting. The Carnifex he carried with him showed he was hardly incapable of defending himself, but what was the point when there were others so willing to do it for him?
When the matter of the dying turian rose up, Von Geist's attentions were finally drawn.
Sauntering over from his very important task of bringing up the rear (the very far rear over in that darkened corner over there) his gaze went from the stricken alien to his crew mates. Naturally they debated. They always debated. Leave it up to the xenomorphs to illustrate the very human failings presented by democracy.
Giving the turian a disinterested prod with the tip of his boot, he turned to the others, leaving out a very audible sigh. He didn't care if he hurt feelings.
Accent thick with pompous theatricality and very, very German, "This is all very touching, but if I have to watch this lizard wriggle any longer, I'll have to choose for her."
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Deimos fully stood up, off of the wall. The newcomer hadn't said anything the entire mission, yet Deimos sensed an air of something... off about him. Maybe it was the gethlike arm, he didn't kmow. All he knew now though was that what finally did come out of the man's mouth was horribly offensive. And right in front of Marik and Danari, too.
Did he just...
"Lizard? You'd better rephrase that." Deimos said cooly in response to the term.
edited 6th Jun '11 12:23:56 AM by slashedtire
Nothing to see here. Move along.Marik flinched. Did that disgraceful excuse a doctor seriously just say that about turians?
Turning to the human, he said with a cold smile, "Oh, you decided to join us, von Geist?" He stressed the name to indicate the lack of the "Dr." prefix. "I'm sorry, but there's really none of your Cerberus nonsense here. Why don't you just scurry back to your lab and play with your little chemistry sets some more?" he added with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Support Gravitaz on Kickstarter!So quick to offence. It was almost amusing. The ghost of a smile played across his features, hidden gaze flicking from one turian to the other.
Von Geist knew he was far from the most popular member of the ship. He made no secret of his stances on nonhumans. But he was very, very smart. Had it not been for that intelligence, he was quite confident he'd have met with an "accident" by now.
Giving a shrug of his shoulders, "Yes, I do suppose there is some avian in there, too. Lizard-bird. How is that?"
Ignoring the subtle stab that the remission of his title was meant to convey, "Doctor Von Geist. And I would be happy to "scurry back to my lab" as you've put it, but someone has to make sure your so-called "expertise" doesn't get anyone killed. Unless that's the point."
Gesturing toward the poisoned turian with a casual flick of his robotic arm, "Are you going to get to work, or shall I save us the time and kill him now? It would be faster."
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"They're dead and it's his fault!"
The turian's legs were starting to fall out from under him. He did his best to disguise it.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.