[Mass Effect: New Genesis] 4.5: Hiring new teammates and recovering

((to the Doc!))

"That has been the goal from the beginning of my career, actually. Why? Do you have a position available, or know of one?" The Doctor said. She had a hopeful tone to her voice. Aashe grinned. Damn she loved having connections. That bottle of wine she'd sent to Kreiss was not near enough compensation.

She turned more fully to smile to the woman, extending her right hand genially, which did not have the note in it. "Well, I'm not in charge of the operation, but there's no question that we could use a Doctor." Aashe inclined her head toward Corwin. "Corwin Havens is the leader of our little crew, I just own the ship. You know my name, but it feels right to introduce myself. Aashe DeWinter, I own The Eris."

As she spoke (hoping that the potential excitement she was hearing would cause the Doctor to forget the note entirely) the note disappeared up her left jacket sleeve. A quick, quiet movement - an easy slight of hand, she'd done it hundreds of times before. Aashe was curious to read the note - something about the black rose told her that it was trouble... (She knew Corwin would want to know... but she would wait to share that trouble with Corwin once he was out of the woods. He didn't need a shock to his system so soon.) As soon as the note was entirely up her sleeve, she raised her left hand to brush her fingers through her hair, using the motion to make sure the note was completely concealed.

kreiger sat in the small room as security questioned him, relentlessly.
"we have files on record that you MAY be involved with over 160 counts of privacy invasion and theft, all of these were done remotely and you seemingly didn't transfer the goods to your account, but we already picked up the recipients....ALL of them fingered YOU as their guy."
kreigers heart skipped as he heard these laid against him. what would Astila do? where was Astila? he hadn't seen her since they found the medenade.
"there must be a mistake, all quarians look alike officers. maybe it was another? 12 years is a long time after all..."

((To Aashe))

Meera accepted the extended hand, shaking firmly. A million different possibilities were flowing through her mind. A star ship, me, finally on a starship? Meera could not hide the smile.

"It is nice to meet you, Ms. DeWinter. I would love to join your crew. I have a list of credentials, though they are not lengthy. I feel it is fair to warn you that the majority of my professional experience has been in an instructive atmosphere. I do however have field experience, but it is very limited. I hope that will not be a problem for you and Mr. Havens here." Meera inclined her head slightly to the sleeping patient. She was not sure how to proceed. She wanted to jump on this opportunity, but she also wanted to make sure it was the right fit. She was not sure, but she thought she saw Ms. DeWinter stash the note from the bouquet in her sleeve. Meera shook her head, and smiled at Aashe.

"I am ready for duty whenever. Though I am not sure how long Mr. Havens will need to be in recovery, but if I tag along I think we could manage to move him aboard the ship and I can monitor his condition there, as long as the medical bay is sufficient enough. If that is something you would like to do, you can give me a tour later, and I will check it out. Otherwise, I am ready. I will just need to give my notice here and put all of my affairs in order, which should not take to long." Meera took a step closer to the door as a message flashed on her omnitool. Apparently, the emergency patients were arriving.

"That is my cue, I must being going, but I will be back here to check in on him as soon as possible. I am forwarding my contact information you your omnitool." Meera messed around on her data pad for a moment.

"It was nice to meet you, Ms. DeWinter, and I look forward to working with you both." With that she turned and walked out of the room, taking the hallway at a jog. There were patients flooding in and she had to get there quickly.

(This post is staying here, and is in response to Shapper's post earlier.)

Mikhail watched as the bouquet was delivered however as Mikhail was getting bored at watching the couple sleeping he asked ETCH to bring him some flowers that he can work on while waiting. While tending the flowers he noticed a doctor enter the room and wake up Aashe. He continues fussing with the plants but he dropped his shears when he saw that Aashe had noticed his gift to Corwin. The fact that Aashe also took his card and pocketed it in a very clever manner also did not escape his scrutiny. He puts aside the thorn apple plant that he was working on so that he wouldn't ruin it as he was starting to bristle in anger at the actions that Aashe has done.

But before the anger consumed him, cold as ice he calmed himself thinking "I can make this work. Hmmm this will be even much more fun now." He picks up his shears and returns to the console to resume watching over them.

He watches as Aashe and the doctor continues their conversation. Mikhail pulls up the dossiers of everyone that was connected to Corwin and finds the doctor's file. Dr. Meera Lahiri it states, Mikhail smiles to himself as he says "Hmm a civilian...perfect!". Returning his attention to the screen he sees that the good doctor was bidding goodbye to Aashe. Mikhail asks ETCH to clean up after him and changes into civilian clothes once more. Making plans in his head as he walks towards his ship's hatch.

Astila walked into the hospital, looking for Kreiger. "He was supposed to meet me here ...", She looked around, no sight of Kreiger. She walked up to the security desk.

"Excuse me, have you seen a male Quarian? He was supposed to meet me here."

"He's been detained by security. And who are you?", The Asari clerk asked.

"Doctor Astire T'Linne's daughter."

"As kind as Dr. T'Linne is, I can't release information about the Quarian unless you'r-" Astila cut off the clerk.

"I'm a Justicar."

The clerk flushed and looked quite embarrassed, yet put off at the same time. She noticed Astila's head decorations, signifying her authority. "Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am, go on in."

The clerk pushed a button, opening an automatic door to the interrogation room. Astila looked at Kreiger, then back at the guards. "I'll take it from here. Besides, the law dictates that a suspect can not be questioned for two days after an injury. He wasn't even injured a day ago.", One of the guards opened his mouth to give her lip. She interrupted the guard. "... But the code dictates how YOU should be punished if you don't release him to me." The guards looked shocked and left the room.

"Kreiger honey ... Why are they after you?", She asked once the guards had left.

((4.5, this one stays))

Aashe watched the doctor go. The woman was clearly needing to be somewhere and in a hurry. She had been so preoccupied, she hadn't offered her name. That wasn't an issue, Aashe knew where she worked - and at the very least could ask Kreiss to help track her down.

Aashe glanced back to Corwin to see if he was asleep. The deep breathing was hard to fake. Once she was reasonably satisfied that Corwin was resting, she started toward the hallway. Aashe was stopped by the bouquet and pulled the black rose from the bunch. The florist had left all the thorns on the rose, which was unusual.

The rose had been her tip off that something was wrong, she didn't want a similar tip off happening for Corwin. Briefly, she considered throwing the whole bouquet in the trash... but she couldn't be sure if Corwin had awakened in the night... Best to simply remove the most offending of the flower, and leave the rest.

She put her back to the wall while out in the hallway, keeping the door slightly ajar so she could listen for Corwin to wake. She slipped her fingers up her left sleeve, and pulled the letter free, opening it to read it.

Dear Mr. Havens,
We here at Cord-Hislop Aerospace heard about your unfortunate incident. We do hope that you will recover soon. And we are hoping for the best on your endeavors.
Cheers!
Mikhail Uthgal
Cord-Hislop Aerospace Division 3 Manager

Aashe frowned to herself. That little voice she listened to in her gut was telling her there was more to this letter than she could even guess... and she could guess quite a bit. She considered the black rose for a moment, and took a few steps to a nearby large garbage can. She tossed the rose inside, but kept the note, pushing it back into her sleeve.

"Jarvis." Aashe said to her OmniTool, speaking in a low voice, trying not to let her voice carry down the hallway.

"Ma'am." Jarvis said in acknowledgement.

"Get me anything you can on Cord-Hislop Aerospace, Division 3 - and specifically a man named Mikhail Uthgal. Send me any data via text... I don't want to wake Corwin...

"Also, please let the rest of the crew know that Corwin is alert, and in recovery. Inform them that they are cleared to come to the room, all they need do is identify themselves as crew members of the Eris."

"Yes, Ma'am. Is there anything else?"

"Jeshua wanted to go shopping. Tell him it could be another day or two before I'll feel comfortable leaving the hospital, but if he needs anything, he can come find me here."

"I will take care of it, Ma'am." Jarvis said.

"Thank you... and be careful, Jarvis."

Aashe killed the connection and stepped back inside, regarding Corwin carefully. She was uncertain if he'd be upset at her withholding information from him, but he deserved a break for now, and she wanted to make sure she had answers for him when she presented him with the news.

((Provided Corwin doesn't wake at any point in this scene, Aashe would simply head back to the chair and resume her place, taking his hand again))

kreiger looked at her...regret in his eyes...
"12 years ago...i stole some things, made some peoples lives hell, shifted some"product"...." he trailed off for a moment...." there chasing a 12 year old legend... nothing can be proved, even WITH my 'confession', there pinging me for a past that is no longer mine...though i probably deserve this..." he couldn't bare to look at her as he spoke of his fate. "
take the medenade to corwin...tell him the gel SHOULD be applied internally and in 5 mil doses...he'll know about the project...well at least he should...i should stay and face up to my past."

The massive door buckled inwards as something equally massive side slammed into it. Tiana D'tann leapt from her bed, snatching the Predator pistol from her nightstand as two human women shrieked and scrabbled for cover. Tiana's blue eyes narrowed, pink tattoos that adorned the Asari's pale blue skin contorting with the expression. 'How the void did someone get past security!?' She thought to herself as the metal continued to bend and give way. Finally, with a loud crunch, the door yielded to the assault, falling inward and revealing the invader. Tiana could make out the shape of a heavily armoured Krogan, the faint blue lights of the kinetic shield generators glowing in the dark. "Who the hell are you!?"

Jorgal Jormungand's red eyes surveyed the scene before him through his helm's displays. Two terrified human females trying to hide behind a jalai wood table, and his target standing nude and defiantly aiming a pistol. "Tiana D'Tann. Don't make this difficult. The bounty says dead or alive; I'd hate to splatter that body all over this room," his deep thundering voice called out. He took a step into the hotel room, a Disciple shotgun held casually in his left hand. The old Krogan really didn't want to kill the Asari, after all, she was giving him a free show AND she was brave enough to hold her ground. "I doubt you'll get the chance, you neutered varren!" She fired three times, her biotics flaring against the darkness as she readied an attack. The rounds zinged impotently against the shimmering kinetic barrier around the Krogan. He sighed, "Fine, we'll do it the very easy way."

The last thing Tiana D'Tann saw after the Disciple fired was the Dantius Memorial rushing by her, shattered glass twinkling in the air around her. Then her body crumpled into the sidewalk below. People shrieked and jumped back, scattering from the scene. Twenty floors up, through a shattered window stood Jorgal Jormungand, blue, white, and black Battlemaster armour bathed in the city lights, his Disciple smoking and his head shaking in disappointment. "Sorry, ladies. Your employer won't be paying you for the evening." With that the Krogan collapsed the Justicar weapon and replaced it at the small of his back before stalking out of the trashed hotel room. The police would be waiting for him, but he had a timeframe to keep so they would have to wait longer. No doubt this was going to be plastered all over the news... Little did he know that his would not be the headlining violence on the network.

Astila put her hands on her hips and sighed as she listened to him.
" there chasing a 12 year old legend... nothing can be proved, even WITH my 'confession', there pinging me for a past that is no longer mine...though i probably deserve this..." He turned away from her, her look just softened. "
take the medenade to corwin...tell him the gel SHOULD be applied internally and in 5 mil doses...he'll know about the project...well at least he should...i should stay and face up to my past."
"Kreiger ... You stubborn Quarian. That's not even you anymore ... Now I'm getting out of her and you're coming with me. You need to be the one to give the Medenade to Corwin. It's time to let this go.", She walked over to him. "C'mon. I'll clear your name."

((This is Meera leaving Corwin's room))

Meera left the room, mentally kicking herself for not formally introducing herself to Ms. DeWinter. Her excitement had gotten the better of her, and she had forgotten manners, a rare slip of professionalism on her part. Still, she had forwarded her personal and contact information via omnitool, as long as the upload worked. Too late to go back now.

Meera ran past a man working on a bouquet of flowers. It was nice to see the shops setting up so close to the patients. A little plant life was fine by her, she had a bit of a green thumb, after all. She hated having to run out in such a hurry, but she had waited a moment longer than usual to respond to the urgent page, and that was something that made her feel guilty.

The omnitool flashed again, and Meera pulled up pictures from the patients that were being brought in one floor down. She scanned them quickly, 7 people in all, and targeted the one with the most severe injuries. This patient was going to be her focus. She shot a quick message to the nurse on the floor to put her name on this patients chart.

Meera nearly bumped into another doctor as she stepped into the elevator. His glare went unnoticed as she started mapping a treatment plan in her head. Today was going to be a busy day indeed.

Corwin slept peacefully on the hospital bed with his hand intertwined with Aashe's. Illium's moons slowly crept through the skyline, illuminating the many Asari cities. Ambient hospital sounds continued to fill the air. The soft silver moonlight bathed the room with its gentle glow like a blanket. Corwin's breathing subtly shifted and he opened his eyes.

The first thing he felt was Aashe's delicate hand embracing his own. His eyes moved up her arm and to the chair she was curled up in. To Corwin, Aashe looked peaceful. Content. Corwin could only stare and admire the sight. This just felt right to him.

"Tu m'as manqué." Corwin took a deep breath and tore his eyes away from his sleeping princess. There was a second bouquet of flowers sitting there. He leaned over ever so slightly to get a closer look at them both. One of them had a card with a hand-drawn snowflake. De Winter. He smiled warmly and looked towards the 2nd bouquet. He didn't notice a card, but the flowers did look quite nice.

Corwin laid his head back onto the soft pillow. Without his omnitool, there was nothing more he could do tonight. So instead, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall back to sleep.

Othic walked through the financial district on llium. The place was classy with high rise office buildings holding powerful bankers, traders and information brokers. He took the steps up to the bar he had been looking for. The place was called Eternity.

He had used the extranet to get in contact with an old Mercenary buddy who was now working for one of the Broker's on Illium. Othic had told the man the kind of person he was looking for. In seconds his friend had come back with just one name: Jorgal Jormungand, an apparently well-known Krogan Battlemaster.

Othic was unsurprisingly wary, considering his last encounter with a Krogan Merc. His contact had somehow convinced him Jormungand wasn't your average Krogan gun for hire. Smart, experienced and incredibly restrained for a Krogan in this line of work is what his friend had told him. There was also a rumour that he had once been a Specte but Othic had scoffed at that notion, there was no such thing as a Krogan Spectre, he had told his contact.

Nevertheless, he'd asked where he might get in contact with Jormungand. That's how he ended up in Eternity, one of the most popular clubs in this upmarket section of Illium.

The battlemaster was not hard to find. He certainly stood out from the rest of the patronage at the bar. Especially considring he was flanked by three beautiful Asari.

'Hookers' Othic thought to himself.

Composing himself, Othic walked over to introduce himself.

As Mikhail exits the hangar a though occurred to him, thinking of his cover for this particular incursion. Deciding on what he would be he heads back to the hydroponics bay of his ship to grab some flowers to work on before he introduces himself to the doctor and any other member of the crew he might encounter. Grabbing the thorn apple flowers he left earlier along he picked up dahlia and some fennel blossoms. He sets up shop right in front of the hospital to ponder further on his infiltration.

Drawing inspiration from the plant growth he plays with, he decides that he will introduce himself to them as Corwin's estranged brother. After fussing with the plants a bit more, he sets them aside and contacts ETCH to pick them up and waits for the AI to retrieve his precious plants.

As soon as the machine picks up the the flowers, Mikhail sets out to get his appearance fixed so that his story would be a bit more believable.

Jormungand lounged in his private booth, the three Asari around him laughing and sharing stories over varren steak their black form fitting outfits matching each other's exactly. Jormungand took a massive bite out of his own portion as a human approached. He chewed thoughtfully, motioning for the Asari to relax. The Krogan's broad head was scarred, his plate pitted and marked by centuries of combat, but the deep chocolate brown was unaffected by all of this. His red eyes regarded the approaching human, "Need something?"

"I'm guessing you're Jormungand. The Battlemaster, right?" Myn had a smile of confidence and kept the tone easy-going. "My name's Othic, I'm recruiting for a mission. Pays well and offers a lot of fighting, if that's your thing. I was told you're the Krogan I would want by my side for such an assignment. Jormungand is tough, wise and reliable; or so they tell me."

He paused, letting the Krogan take in the offer and let his eyes glance over the three Asari who were keeping the Krogan company. "I see the Merc lifestyle suits you well. I'm guessing you must make a fair bit of credits if you can attract three Asari.......mates." He smiled again. He had known enough Krogan in his time to realise that they enjoyed having their ego's boosted in such a manner. No doubt Jormungand was greatly enjoying the fact he could show-off the three Asari accompanying him in such a busy, public place.

Aivar had snuck out of 'his' room in the ward, and now was speeding in the hallways of the hospital in 'his' chair, pushing 'himself' along with 'his' biotics. 'He' squeed in pure enjoyment, or enjoyment induced by 'his' medication. The real Aivar would have never done this in a public hospital.

Then a thought crossed 'his' mind: 'His' team needed to get 'him' out of here soon. The meds were taking over.

"You need to be the one to give the Medenade to Corwin. It's time to let this go.", She walked over to him. "C'mon. I'll clear your name."
kreiger looked surprised, but knew arguing was pointless. Astila was technically abusing her powers as a justicar to spring him. He would always be grateful for that. they left the room and headed back for the elevator, the doors closed and they began to rise to Corwins floor. on the way up, kreiger felt he shouldcome clean.
"Astila, I....they arrested me for mercenary activities...my contact, the one who died...he was eclipse, he wanted something for the information....the red sand from the bombs i defused...they figured they may be able to rope in some of my old charges with the new ones..." kreiger sounded deeply ashamed, but he wanted the information so badly, he would have done anything.

Heading to a clothing store Mikhail checks in with ETCH, "Hey ETCH can you go through the crew dossier again with me while I look around for something appropriate for Corwin's long estranged sibling." Mikhail smirks as he asks the AI for more information.

"Yes sir, well it seems the quarian, one Kreiger vas Quib Quib, is an exile from the migrant fleet. His dossier has information on his mercenary activities going back to his pilgrimage. He is also an excellent engineer, that should be taken into account when getting into a skirmish with him. Data gathered from our source suggests he and the justicar is currently what you can say involved." ETCH accurately recites the data.

"BORING!!! The suitrat doesn't really interest me that much. But you mentioned that justicar and him being involved, spill." Mikhail replies as he tosses a bunch of clothes that won't suit the persona he's trying to build.

"The justicar Astila T'Linne is recorded to be the youngest asari to be sworn into the order of the Justicars, we have some information regarding her but our information gatherers are suggesting that most of her files are under high security clearance lock, specially if you consider who her "father" is. She is a capable biotic so one must take care when one is to engage her in combat. We have however found that she is chasing another asari as her "life mission". The asari Weiara is rumored to be here in Ilium right now. With this information one can deduce that the attack on Corwin was merely a bait to lure out the justicar." ETCH rattles on.

"Interesting... Do you think this would go with... bah never mind. So by your calculations we are here because of Astila's past correct?" Mikhail asks as he goes and browses for more clothes.

"Yes sir, probability calculations that it is so are about 98.0005% correct. Do you want more information on the others?" ETCH answers and takes initiative.

"Good. And yes I want what you can tell me about Meridian West and Myn Othic. Skip the personal sob stories from here on out." Mikhail comments as he picks out a couple of shirts and some pants that he brings into the fitting room. As he takes off the clothes he started with one can notice the multitudes of scars and burn marks that crisscross his young body.

"Myn Othic... we do not really have a lot of information on the man sir, a few missions he has undertaken both as an alliance soldier and as a mercenary suggests that he is a capable tactician, aside from that he is rumored to be a "honorable man." ETCH replies sounding for a moment philosophical in mentioning Othic.

"Not much to go on there huh..." Mikhail responds as he puts on one shirt and turns around the mirror to check if it will fit the person he was going to pretend to be. "Now about Miss West." He prompts the AI.

"Meridian West, Eri West to her friends was an outstanding alliance officer. She is also recorded to be a L3 biotic. We have no records on what she is capable of doing ability-wise, but her baseline test scores suggests she would be a formidable opponent. That was until after her ship's encounter with Sovereign at the battle of the citadel. With the end of the battle Ms. West seems to have requested transfer after transfer. One can infer that the encounter with the space 'lovecraftian' horror inflicted some damages to her psyche." ETCH sounded like it was musing on the possibility that Eri was suffering PTSD from the fight with the reaper.

"Hmm that's a possibility... I'm sure not many people would stay sane after seeing a sentient ship slaughter hundreds upon hundreds of people within minutes. Speaking of sanity... what can you tell me about Aivar Yni." Mikhail asks the AI as he peels off the shirt and discarding it and reaches for another one from the pile beside him.

"Aivar Yni, more commonly known by the batarians as the Silver Demon, is a very powerful biotic sir. She seems to be suffering from a form of dissociative gender disorder. She has demanded multiple times to be referred to as "he" or "sir", and is prone to anger issues when she is mistakenly mislabeled as her physical gender might suggest. She has a long career of doing mercenary work, some suggests that she is linked with the Shadow Broker's network of wet work specialists as well. She has a very unstable biotic amp implanted in her system, so she has a unique way of fighting with her biotics since she can create electrically charged biotic "grenades". Kind of similar in your unique approach to biotic combat sir. She also suffers from the instability of the implant from time to time since it can burn her nervous systems out if she overtaxes herself. Again a bit similar to yourself and the chances of incinerating yourself alive if you overuse your abilities without your suit." ETCH explains to his master.

"Too bad about that gender issue thingy... she's so pretty too, well can't have that many suitors since she's bat shit crazy." Mikhail muses to himself as he tries on another shirt.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black sir..." ETCH whispers to Mikhail.

"What?!? Are you calling me crazy you stupid machine... why I ought to disassemble you when I get back to the ship..." Mikhail indignantly replies to the AI's accusations.

"That would be a bad idea sir, without me your suit would have issues regulating itself. A VI is not enough to do the work I do when we are in combat. Moving on sir I assume you want information on Jesse Joshua "Jeshua" Robinson and Ms DeWinter as well?" ETCH asks Mikhail.

"Yeah yeah... tell me about the kid... really should dismantle you... you stupid robot..." Mikhail mutters under his breath as he finally picks out shirts that would "fit" his role and starts fussing with the pants now.

" 'Jeshua' Robinson's dossier doesn't really have that much information as well, but from our source he is described to be a very capable hacker. Also he has asked Ms. DeWinter for some sniper rifle training. Our source also states that Mr. Robinson has some issues with his current wardrobe, not really sure how that is relevant to this but that's all I have on the 'kid' sir." ETCH actually sounds as if it was wondering the relevance of the last bit of information.

"Huh... not much to go on... we'll have to categorize him as potential sniper in an engagement. Too bad on the clothes though... hmmm maybe we can fix that, send me his biometric readings. Now tell me about Ms. DeWinter." Mikhail says and walks out of the changing room to catch the attention of one of the asari that is minding the store.

"Umm yes sir... readings sent... Aashe DeWinter has made a name for herself as a competent freighter/smuggler, there are allegations that she has participated in several high profile heists but no charges were ever brought forward. Psychological profiling suggests Ms. DeWinter as a person who would engage in violence as a last resort. But she has some weapons training. She has been observed to have a special talent in legerdemain. There are several flags on her file suggesting that Aashe DeWinter might be an alias she has assumed. No data available as of the moment on who she might truly be if the flags are correct. She would be a cunning foe sir I suggest trying to negotiate with her since she would be amicable to that approach." ETCH articulates.

"Ah yes... I was was wondering how Ms. DeWinter skillfully managed to take my card from the bouquet without the good doctor noticing it." Mikhail replies as he expertly shops for clothes that would suit Jeshua, which he then instructs the store employees to be delivered to the Eris. "Have the clothes be accompanied with a card that says 'I heard you need these. And have it be signed by Mikhail Uthgal ok?' By the way ETCH how is it we have somewhat detailed information on the crew?" Mikhail asks the AI as he turns away from the Asari.

"That's because our source is inside the Eris." ETCH replies.

"My name's Othic, I'm recruiting for a mission. Pays well and offers a lot of fighting, if that's your thing. I was told you're the Krogan I would want by my side for such an assignment. Jormungand is tough, wise and reliable; or so they tell me." Jormungand's head cocked, his interest mildly peaked. He swallowed the hunk of meat in his mouth, clearing the way for speech but the human continued, "I see the Merc lifestyle suits you well. I'm guessing you must make a fair bit of credits if you can attract three Asari.......mates." The Krogan's face immediately soured, and the three Asari face around him all turned cold as ice. It had happened a few times before, but only once here on Illium. And the Salarian had ended up as green paste on the wall. "These are my daughters, you moron," he stated with outright malevolence in his voice. The three Asari glared daggers at the human, clearly insulted by the very idea of being arm candy.

Jormungand held up a hand, "Hang on girls, let's see if he can talk his way out of this. Or at the very least pay his way out." The Asari to his left pulled a metal stool to the table with her biotics and motioned for him to sit down, her violet eyes still narrow slits of hate. "Sit down, Meat. Before Moira here removes your legs." He leaned forward, his three fingered hands steepled in front of him, a threatening growl rumbling in his throat, "Start talking."

"These are my daughters, you moron," Jormungand replied, his voice low but extremley angry. Othic felt the colour drain from his face slightly as the three Asari turned to fix him with icy stares.

Shit.

"Hang on girls, let's see if he can talk his way out of this. Or at the very least pay his way out." The Krogan said as one of his daughters used her biotic powers to pull a metal chair in front of him. "Sit down, Meat. Before Moira here removes your legs." Jorgal waited until Othic accepted the invitation. "Start talking."

Othic tried to not let his annoyance show. He knew that he had almost blew the recruitment in the first five seconds. "Sorry about that." He said carefully. He decided there was no point dwelling on it, so quickly moved the conversation on to the assignment itself. "If we're talking about credits paid....that I can't tell you. I'm not the money for the mission. But, I can tell you though there's potentially a lot of credits to be made in salvage."

He waited for a Krogan or Asari response,

"The mission is to Noncnistu's Glory. We have......evidence it exists. Now, I know the info I've given is flimsy and at the minute I can't even guarantee you payment but I've been told Battlemaster Jormungand is attracted to exactly this sort of mission."