Wimpy Mc Squishy
Rose held up her cuffed hands. "If you need an extra pair," she said, "Mine are available."
edited 30th May '12 6:13:29 PM by jagillette
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'"So... a wretched hive of scum and villainy?"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""I worked with Vorcha, guys." Thresh said with a slightly offended tone. "They might be the best looking, or the most intelligent, or the most eloquent, or even the best fighters, but I'll be darned if they don't have spirit!" He crossed his arms in front of his chest indignantly.
"Granted, abducting them and beating them into mindless grunts probably doesn't help the image, but it's because we see so much potential!"
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.Carn sighed, but said nothing. He didn't want to get in a debate about this.
"Well, if we're all agreed on this course of action," he began, his omni-blade flaring to life. "...Unless one of you has a key."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
Wimpy Mc Squishy
"Hey thanks," Rose said, rubbing her wrists, "I was worried those would start to chafe."
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'Jordan was silent for a few seconds.
"Okay, maybe that is racist, but the vorcha don't exactly look all that pleasant. More teeth than an omni-saw."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""Have you ever gone toe to toe with Asari commandos, Jordan?" asked Thresh. "You learn that looks aren't at all important." He pointed towards an unsightly scar hanging just over his left eye, on the very base of his head crest. "I was unarmed and subdued when I got that one. Crazy blueberry thought she could peel the thing right off with her knife." After a long and blank stare that could hit the nearest star, he shook his head and regained composure.
"That's beside the point, I'm just saying that going by looks can kill you."
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by."So, the logical answer is to consider everyone a threat until proven otherwise... although why someone being an Asari wouldn't make you think they were a threat, I can't imagine. I don't even go to upper afterlife anymore... too many dancers."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
Wimpy Mc Squishy
The ships reached the Mass Relay and wasted no time getting through. The Ozymandias went first, heading for the "eastern" edge of the Terminus systems. The Hammurabi followed, heading straight for the Omega system. The trip didn't take long at all. Before they knew it they were out the other side and staring straight at Omega Station.
Rose spoke up. "Hey, uh, before we go down there, do you guys have any spare armor I could throw on? I don't want to be walking around Omega in my Blue Suns getup."
"I have a question," Dru interjected, "Who's in charge while the Commander and XO are away?"
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'"Well... I am Ground Team Leader... but I'm not sure if that would factor in. Isn't there a third-in-command position?"
Jordan scratched his chin and turned to Rose. "Uh... go check the armory, there should be a suit of armor in there. Not sure how durable it is, or what size, but it should do."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Wimpy Mc Squishy
"Here I'll go with you," Rose said, getting up.
Dru glared at Jordan. "I suppose he is the senior officer here."
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'"Easy, Dru. Jordan has the most leadership experience out of any of us, and he knows to listen to his crew members. Worst case scenario, we get to Omega and walk."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.Thresh, as per the quo for him, was gleefully dismissive of the building hostilities.
"Ah, I'd love a walk.", He said said. "Maybe some dancing at Afterlife, too. Oh, and the drinks! You guys have to try some Ryncol. After the dancing of course; I doubt you'd be up fore any dancing after a shot or two." His hands were trembling now.
"I'm telling you guys, ignore a body or two, and there's nowhere better in the galaxy than Omega!"
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.
Wimpy Mc Squishy
"Oh I can tell already, this is going to be just spectacular." Dru said. "Well, we might as well get this show on the road."
He headed for the airlock.
edited 2nd Jun '12 3:11:54 PM by jagillette
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'Jordan looked at Dru. "I know you're pissed off about the debacle, but understand that there aren't any other options now. I'm not asking you to like me, I'm asking you to follow orders. At least give me that. Unprofessional-wise, hate away."
He then turned to Thresh. "I'm gonna skimp on the Ryncol... frankly, I've heard it does absolute wonders for your digestive tract and lack of radioactivity."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"We will, trust me. I grew up on that trash heap. Omega is where people go when they need to disappear, or find someone to make someone else disappear."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.