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jagillette Wimpy Mc Squishy from the middle of nowhere Since: Jul, 2011
#176: Dec 5th 2011 at 5:22:39 AM

Dru'Peroh nar Moreh looked over the navigation console. Tuchanka. Of all the thousands of worlds they had to pick from, these bosh'tets had to pick Tuchanka? He glanced at his tiny craft's fuel monitor, which was nearly empty. His options were very limited at the moment. He could turn around and head back to the Relay, but there was a very good chance he'd run out of fuel completely before he reached a port of any kind. This system's refueling depot, according to his charts, was clear on the other side of the star right now. Truth be told, he only had one option: landing.

Why did this have to happen to him? He'd had it all planned out. Take the Relay to the Citadel, fuel up, have a look around, and continue on his merry way. What were the chances that a couple of beat up heaps of scrap would come charging through the Relay just as he was trying to arrange a jump? And that they'd drag his tiny Tinkan all the way to Tuchanka?

He sighed. "That's what I get for trying to get an early start."

He started plotting a landing course. Within range, there was only one openly friendly Krogan port right now, and in all likelihood those bosh'tets had wound up there as well.

"I can just tell, this is going to be an interesting day."

edited 8th Dec '11 3:31:41 PM by jagillette

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
slowzombie Platypus! from Way up North Since: Jan, 2001
Platypus!
#177: Dec 5th 2011 at 5:54:06 AM

A short while later, the ships were bustling with activity. Arak, and anyone of the crew who could wield an engineer-centric omnitool without putting anyone's eye out, got to the repairs. The work was hard, and the materials were few, but the Krogan did not seem to mind. "It ain't ever fun seeing a ship as banged up as this poor thing." Arak mused from halfway inside a vent on the Ozymandias, hard at work to coax a busted fusebox back to life through a particular brand of non-regulation repairs of his own design. "Would be lyin' if I said I didn't enjoy patching it up, though. Oh my." The last part was partially drowned out by the sound of crackling energy. "Just right, I reckon... yeah, we'll get you flyin' again yet."


"Yeah, we're stuck on Tuchanka. Fucking Tuchanka." Una spoke into her omnitool as she sat on a rock a safe distance from the ship. "We're patching the bird... uh, sorry, birds up at the moment, and with a little luck, we'll be outta here before some local warlord's quads start itching." She laughed. "Uh, well, just thought I'd let you know. You know, in case mom comes sniffing for intel again." Her posture slumped somewhat as she prepared for the next part of her letter. "As for you-know-what, I... haven't gotten around to it yet, and before you go all commando on me, let me assure you that it is solely because I've been shot at too much to have time for anything of the sort. Blue promise." She paused. "Well, seeya later Roa. Big Blue out." She clicked again and sent the message, which left her looking at the ships, pondering who they were up against this time.

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jagillette Wimpy Mc Squishy from the middle of nowhere Since: Jul, 2011
#178: Dec 5th 2011 at 7:58:27 AM

Dru'Paroh's vessel began its approach on the landing zone. Sure enough, as he came in he spotted the two ships that had hijacked his route. They'd settled down on what appeared to be the only landing pad this port had to offer, which meant he'd have to share a parking spot with them. Great. With resignation, he brought his craft down to land next to one of the scrap heaps. The writing on its side indicated its name as Ozy. Or was that part of an M there at the end, covered up by a slab of twisted metal? Ozym? Oh well. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't Krogan.

It wasn't long before Dru had landed and gotten his feet firmly planted on solid ground. The Tinkan was a reliable shuttle, but it was even more cramped than a Fleet vessel, and it was good to get some fresh air... or at least look at some fresh air... or at least look at stale dust-filled air. Oh well, the needy can't be picky.

Dru leaned inside the Tinkan and brought up the landing station's comm channel. "This is Dru'Peroh nar Moreh. Who should I talk to about getting some fuel for my shuttle?"

A Holo image of a disgruntled Krogan counter clerk appeared on the console. "Fuel? This ain't a refueling station, pipsqueak, it's a landing pad. If you want fuel, you'll have to buy it at a settlement nearby, or steal it from somebody else. We don't sell no fuel here."

Dru closed the channel. "Great, now what?"

He looked over at the Ozym. Its crew, a diverse bunch of what looked like mercs were talking with some of the locals. Everyone involved was carrying at least one gun. Well doesn't that look like fun? Dru quickly weighed his options. He could either walk alone to the nearest settlement and barter with Krogan, or he could try these guys first. Easy choice.

He warily approached the group. "Excuse me," he said, to nobody in particular.

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
Clawthewolf from Sweden Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
#179: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:12:11 AM

Jake was the one who first noticed the quarian and approached him with a friendly smile. "Hello there, you need something?"

jagillette Wimpy Mc Squishy from the middle of nowhere Since: Jul, 2011
#180: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:21:21 AM

"My ship needs fuel," Dru said, "And the locals aren't selling any. I was hoping I could ask you if you have anything you can spare. My ship doesn't take much, and I can pay you for it." His eye was caught again by the group of Krogans and their shotguns. "So... how are the locals?" he asked.

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
InfiniteParagon The Warrior Monk of Coeurl from Texas Since: Feb, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
#181: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:26:28 AM

After it was all said and done, Amy just kept quiet. She followed orders, she did what was needed of her, but she never once spoke. Maybe it was just a slight level of immaturity on her part. For the most part, she was content with letting people think that was it.

In reality, she was having a massive time of relief and anger. Relief that the Krogan, in the end, hadn't been needlessly killed. Anger, as well, because the PMC had wavered dangerously close to that point. It felt like a bad train of thought from the GTL to her, thankfully overriden by the Captain's common sense.

She gave a glance around. For the most part, it looked as though she was really only needed for protection purposes. That might be a bad thing in the end, Amy realized, as it gave her too much time to brood over it. The only real opportunity to occupy herself was to speak with the Quarian approaching, but Recon Leader moved to speak with him.

She gave a squint, trying to recognize him. She had seen him before, she knew it. But where?

It took her a moment to realize. Oh. Right.

Well that darkened her mood, now didn't it? Not by much, really, or rather that was how much she'd allow it.

Tuchanka. Shithole in more ways than one, Amy mused, propping herself against a rock wall, overlooking the repairs.

edited 5th Dec '11 8:28:35 AM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
slowzombie Platypus! from Way up North Since: Jan, 2001
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#182: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:33:34 AM

Una got up, as little as she could help the ship given the situation, she couldn't just sit around like an elcor slacker, that would set a bad precedent. She headed back to where Jake seemed to be engaged in conversation with the freshly arrived quarian, mostly on account of budding curiosity. While an asari such as herself stuck out as a sore thumb in this place, a lone quarian in an adorably small craft wasn't exactly what one expected either.

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Clawthewolf from Sweden Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
#183: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:41:27 AM

"Just some clanless, I would preferably just kill them here and now and be done with it. But it seems like we are going to become their krayt and help them regain their honour." Jake says and shrugs

jagillette Wimpy Mc Squishy from the middle of nowhere Since: Jul, 2011
#184: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:57:56 AM

"Oh. Well, then..." Dru had been more than a little surprised with the 'kill them here and now' comment. He briefly wondered whether he'd be better off hoofing it to a settlement. "Good luck with that. Now, about that fuel?"

As he spoke he noticed another human, a woman, giving him a strange look, just as a rather intimidating Asari stepped toward him. He was starting to get some creepy vibes from this crowd.

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
slowzombie Platypus! from Way up North Since: Jan, 2001
Platypus!
#185: Dec 5th 2011 at 9:11:33 AM

"What's up?" Una asked as she approached Jake. She couldn't help but notice the atmosphere was a little tense, well, tense and slightly radioactive and dusty, but that last part was normal for Tuchanka as far as she could tell.

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Clawthewolf from Sweden Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
#186: Dec 5th 2011 at 9:27:54 AM

"This quarian here would like some of our fuel Miss." Jake tells her and gestures towards Dru "I never got your name." He tells Dru as he examines him

edited 5th Dec '11 9:35:50 AM by Clawthewolf

jagillette Wimpy Mc Squishy from the middle of nowhere Since: Jul, 2011
#187: Dec 5th 2011 at 9:32:22 AM

"Dru'Peroh nar Moreh," he said, offering his hand, "At your service. I'm currently on Pilgrimage, and I was about to pass through the Relay in the Crescent Nebula when your ships showed up. I kinda got carried along for the ride. And you are?"

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
Clawthewolf from Sweden Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
#188: Dec 5th 2011 at 9:37:20 AM

"Ah, sorry for my impoliteness. I'm Jake River, commander of the Backdoor team. This is Una T'Davi, our XO." Jake answers and takes the quarians hand

slowzombie Platypus! from Way up North Since: Jan, 2001
Platypus!
#189: Dec 5th 2011 at 9:38:24 AM

"That's right." Una nodded. "I'm the executive Officer of The Ozymandias." She nodded towards the battered ship. "Also responsible for ship #2 there, I guess, The Hamurabi." She scratched the side of her head, just below her skin folds. "As for fuel, well..." She looked like she weighed her words with caution.

edited 5th Dec '11 9:39:17 AM by slowzombie

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Clawthewolf from Sweden Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
#190: Dec 5th 2011 at 9:40:33 AM

"Did we lose anyone during the attack? If so perhaps we could hire him and make it a win-win situation, we gain a pair of new hands and he gets to continue on his pilgrimage, sort of." Jake suggests "But it's not my decision."

jagillette Wimpy Mc Squishy from the middle of nowhere Since: Jul, 2011
#191: Dec 5th 2011 at 10:05:57 AM

"Look, I don't want to replace anybody," Dru said quickly. "But if you have an opening on your crew, I'd be willing to take it. Employment, transportation, security, sounds good. I can offer my services as a technician and biotic, and I have my shuttle that you can use." He gestured back at the Tinkan.

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
slowzombie Platypus! from Way up North Since: Jan, 2001
Platypus!
#192: Dec 5th 2011 at 10:10:30 AM

"We didn't loose anyone as far as I know." Una said, taking a short break to reassure herself of the fact. "But we're still hiring, so I see no issue with it, hell, giving you a lift to the closest refill station shouldn't be an issue either... provided we can make the ships spaceworthy again."

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jagillette Wimpy Mc Squishy from the middle of nowhere Since: Jul, 2011
#193: Dec 5th 2011 at 10:20:21 AM

"So you don't have any spare fuel? That could be a problem. How are we going to get my ship off this rock, or even into the Ozym's shuttle bay?" He looked back at his vessel, then at the group of Krogan. "Hey, you said you were striking a deal with these guys? I think I have an idea."

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
slowzombie Platypus! from Way up North Since: Jan, 2001
Platypus!
#194: Dec 5th 2011 at 10:24:52 AM

"It's not so much the fuel, last I checked we had decent amounts, but fuel transfer can be a bi... uh, yeah." She cast a look at the krogans. "I was going to suggest we used some salvaging equipment we've got on board, but now that you mention it..." Her smile turned somewhat mischevious.

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MadCormorant Since: Feb, 2011
#195: Dec 5th 2011 at 11:14:20 AM

Fortunately, the VI had survived the power surge intact, and only needed a reboot, which the electronics crew handled without incident. After returning to his sleeping area under the stairway between fore gunnery control and the crew quarters to see if any of his belongings were damaged (they were not), Syven decided that he needed some dry air.

He'd have to inform the officers in charge of the benefits of non-water fire suppressing agents sometime, especially when water wasn't particularly easy to come by for long flights.

The Hammurabi had already landed by the time he left his impromptu quarters. He exited the ship through the side hatches on deck 4, stepping onto the dusty landing zone. Outside, vessel repairs were in full swing, crew members he'd never seen before from both ships—and what looked like some locals—hustling and bustling about and letting sparks fly. Salvaged equipment were being dragged in and out of the area with commendable efficiency.

Nearby, he saw another drell. He'd met him only once before, when he came aboard the Hammurabi, but everyone else he knew looked like they were too occupied to talk.

"What's going on?" He approached him—Deimos, if he remembered correctly.


Kardan looked all around him, glancing warily at the five amateur krogans. They had huddled off to the side by themselves, with some of the ships' officers nearby to keep them pacified in case the level-headed one who led them (and who he'd pointed Akelah at) couldn't keep them in control.

The activity on the landing pad reminded him of the work gangs on Khar'shan, working-class free men and slaves moving about with purpose and shuffling construction material to repair a hydroelectric complex being guarded by the SIU. There had been a terrorist attack, sponsored by the radical Axial Union who'd hoped to create a large nation-state separate from the Hegemony; they had a record of coming back to their scenes of crime to do greater damage, and the threat of getting himself blown up or riddled with holes was high. But it still beat guarding maximum security prisons—where many captured high-ranking radicals had been housed—by a long shot.

The captain had busied herself with higher-priority concerns after the standoff, overseeing the repair work done inside and outside the Ozymandias. From what he knew of his own and other galactic species, they all liked to name things after places and people of cultural significance to them. He wondered what the ship's name meant.

Of all the people that seemed to be in charge, only the human with the Revenant *

looked unoccupied, staring hard at the Quarian who'd landed soon after the situation had been defused—for the time being. As good a person to start with for his proposal as any.

"Since everyone else seems busy, maybe I should tell you the details of who we're supposed to do this favor for." He walked up to her. "Not the most pleasant guy, but since all of you don't seem to mind getting swept into where they dumped all the trash in this sector—" he gestured at the five krogans. "—myself included, that shouldn't be a problem. Care to hear me out?"

edited 5th Dec '11 11:21:24 AM by MadCormorant

slashedtire Jester from Virginia Since: Mar, 2011
Jester
#196: Dec 5th 2011 at 11:48:45 AM

Deimos gave a slight nod as the scarred drell approached. "Syven, was it?" he asked.

"I don't think we ever got a chance to chat. Running into other drell is rarer than pyjak astrophysicists," he said, chuckling.

Nothing to see here. Move along.
MadCormorant Since: Feb, 2011
#197: Dec 5th 2011 at 12:09:23 PM

"Yes." Syven snorted a half-chuckle as his head filled with images of pyjaks running around an observatory. Shrugging it off, he looked at the five krogans off to the side, seemingly under guard. The heavily armored batarian standing near the Strike Team Leader also presented a figure of notice.

"Did those krogans and that batarian sprout from the ground? I'm surprised they can grow in this rad-waste hellhole."

jagillette Wimpy Mc Squishy from the middle of nowhere Since: Jul, 2011
#198: Dec 5th 2011 at 1:10:22 PM

Dru started walking over toward the Krogans. What was the advice his mother had given him about Krogans? Let's see... they don't respect politeness, but they like a strong attitude. Well, here goes.

"Hey lizardguts," he called to them, "I have a job for you: carry my shuttle into the Ozym's launch bay. I've got fifty credits for each of you. Go buy yourselves a few rounds in the pub on me when you're done."

edited 5th Dec '11 1:14:05 PM by jagillette

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#199: Dec 5th 2011 at 1:54:27 PM

Jordan stood by as the quarian talked to the krogan. It's not as if he cared: the krogan were pacified, so he had done his job right in one way.

He looked over at Deimos. "Yeah. For once, I haven't shot anything. Just as surprised as you all are. Got Cap to thank for that, though. By the way," he tuned into the radio for this one, "Cap, Amy, thanks for the ideas. If it wasn't for you guys we'd either be dead or on this dustball more than we want to be."

edited 5th Dec '11 2:22:08 PM by SpartyMcFly

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
InfiniteParagon The Warrior Monk of Coeurl from Texas Since: Feb, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
#200: Dec 5th 2011 at 2:32:05 PM

"Sure, i'll bite," Amy replied, smiling slightly at the voice coming over the comms.


The five Krogan looked at the ship, then back at the quarian, and simply shrugged, walking that way. Four of them seemed cocky, one did it just because.

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

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