"Well I can't say I'm entirely sure. From what I can tell we pull in all types of jobs, from killing Vorcha to catching smugglers." He sat next to her and indicated she do the same, "So what kind of action are you used to?"
Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm - Full
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"Heh", she laughs a bit. "I ran protection for a merchant a while back." She stands up and powers up her barrier. "Go ahead and take your best shot." she winks.
Paladin, taking the hint from the wink; stood to the Asari with the powered barrier. "Now this is no place for a fight, I've got a good sized cargo bay in my ship, perhaps we should take this up there."
She drops the barrier. "Sorry I didnt want to actually spar, I just showing you the abilities that kept my clients alive." She shrugs, "Im not one for duels per say."
Paladin leaned in, and looked the new Asari in the eyes, "That's still no reason you can't join me back at my ship."
"Oh" She narrowed her focus, "Your absolutely right", she paused and stood up maintaining eye contact, "What kind is she?", motioning Paladin to lead on.
Ethan snaked his arm around Quolana's waist, he led her to his ship, docked in a nearby lot. Chatting about the ship and nothing at all, "The Lienne's an older model Corvette, I found her as a wreck and got her repaired by the Quarians."
As they arrived at the ship he brought up Jeeves, the flickering lights preempted the projected appearance of the VI butler. "How may I help you Sir?"
"Jeeves, bring up the playlist, 'Jazz' then remain on standby"
"Very good sir"
He led her up the elevator onto the second floor and his cabin. It was decorated with the various trophies he had acquired during his jobs and items from his childhood home. An old revolver, some bits of armor and weapons from notable bounties, gifts from grateful clients, and the framed "pardon" letter from the alliance surrounded by a small number of paintings.
Off to the side of the room was his desk, there were a few papers strewn around the table, a display of his old dog tags, as well as a few framed pictures of obvious importance. A group of colonists, family, standing around a very young Ethan Edwards; Paladin holding a young Quarian woman close; and a young Asari girl, playing in the cargo bay that they had just walked through.
And under a shut window was a queen-sized bed, acquired from a downed cruise-liner.
As they arrived at the ship he brought up Jeeves, the flickering lights preempted the projected appearance of the VI butler. "How may I help you Sir?"
"Jeeves, bring up the playlist, 'Jazz' then remain on standby"
"Very good sir"
[audio]http://lj.ashel.ru/mp3/01-Jeeves_Wooster.mp3[/audio]
Jeeves and Wooster theme- Anne Dudley
[audio]http://pathfinderpat.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/danke-schoen.mp3[/audio]
Danke Schoen- Wayne Newton(Fun Fact: That's a man)
[audio]http://hmsoundtracks.narod.ru/songs3/04_Mack_The_Knife.mp3[/audio]
Mack the Knife- Bobby Darrin
[audio]http://www.brunohantson.com/mp3_wls/Dave%20Brubeck%20-%20Take%20Five.mp3[/audio]
Take Five- Dave Brubeck
[audio]http://imreors.tripod.com/minnie_moocher.mp3[/audio]
Minnie the Moocher- Cab Calloway
Jeeves and Wooster theme- Anne Dudley
[audio]http://pathfinderpat.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/danke-schoen.mp3[/audio]
Danke Schoen- Wayne Newton(Fun Fact: That's a man)
[audio]http://hmsoundtracks.narod.ru/songs3/04_Mack_The_Knife.mp3[/audio]
Mack the Knife- Bobby Darrin
[audio]http://www.brunohantson.com/mp3_wls/Dave%20Brubeck%20-%20Take%20Five.mp3[/audio]
Take Five- Dave Brubeck
[audio]http://imreors.tripod.com/minnie_moocher.mp3[/audio]
Minnie the Moocher- Cab Calloway
He led her up the elevator onto the second floor and his cabin. It was decorated with the various trophies he had acquired during his jobs and items from his childhood home. An old revolver, some bits of armor and weapons from notable bounties, gifts from grateful clients, and the framed "pardon" letter from the alliance surrounded by a small number of paintings.
Off to the side of the room was his desk, there were a few papers strewn around the table, a display of his old dog tags, as well as a few framed pictures of obvious importance. A group of colonists, family, standing around a very young Ethan Edwards; Paladin holding a young Quarian woman close; and a young Asari girl, playing in the cargo bay that they had just walked through.
And under a shut window was a queen-sized bed, acquired from a downed cruise-liner.
Dregger barged in the front door and looked around, seeing that almost everyone was gone. He took this opportunity to head for the barracks without being yelled at.
"Ah" Eyes the various pictures, "Interesting collection you have."
Very subtly, Quolana began to project feint traces of energy around the room, taking care not to disturb anything. A harmless ritual she preforms when ever she enters an enclosed ship.
Walking over to the bed she trails the edge of it with her finger then turns to stair into Paladins eyes. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
Very subtly, Quolana began to project feint traces of energy around the room, taking care not to disturb anything. A harmless ritual she preforms when ever she enters an enclosed ship.
Walking over to the bed she trails the edge of it with her finger then turns to stair into Paladins eyes. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
Ethan began to unstrap his armor. "I'm sure we can figure something out." as the last piece dropped to the floor he spoke loud enough that the VI receiver could hear. "Jeeves, dim the lights, privacy level 2."
I think I can tell where this is going. By the way, is it actually possible for a human to get an asari pregnant?
Verahl:
Verahl waited for John to come to the office, he had ordered the recruit to change into something appropriate before returning to him. As he waited, he stared through his window onto the club below. It had been a long time since he had seen a group of recruits that were so dysfunctional. It reminded him of the scum that Aria would have dragged to him. Punks, goons, hoodlums, he had only one task to do when they were brought to them.
Break. Them.
He rubbed his brow, feeling the headache he had from earlier slowly turning into a migraine. He walked across the room to wet bar he had set up opposite the window. He rummaged through one of the top drawers. He thumbed past a couple of his medications, until pulling out a small bottle for painkillers he had set behind them. He opened the bottle, and took one of the small, rough white pills out. He rolled it around in his fingers a few times, as he turned the sink on beside him, and poured a glass of water. He popped the pill in, immediately followed by a gulp of the water. He finished the glass and placed it back on the counter.
While it might have helped the migraine, it wouldn't help what truly ailed him. His mind was already lost in a sea of unwanted memories. He remembered the vessel that he and the other pirates used to board human colonists onto to be sold as slaves. Hardly any of their faces ever stuck in his mind. He didn't know if that made him feel better or worse. He couldn't even look back to see all those people he had condemned.
He felt his throat start to close slightly. It was getting harder for him to breath. He could feel his conscience striking back at him, reminding him of all those years of torture, theft, and murder.
You should have known better!
His mind screamed at him.
What was your excuse?! You were young?! Stupid?! Just another fool, raised on hatred and paranoia, fueled only to hurt those that caused this to you?!
Verahl leaned back onto the wet bar. He ran his hand hard against the top of his head, as if trying to massage it as he worked it further along. He could feel old wounds that had never fully healed as he did this. The thin slices of grenade fragments against the side of his head. The slight indent near the top from a piece of ruptured pipe that had smashed into him. All of these were a part of his imperfection. All parts of his former life that had nearly destroyed him. A part of the life he wished he could have forgotten.
As his hand reached the base of his neck, he gave the back of it a tight squeeze. Trying to use the pain and discomfort to snap himself back. He couldn't get lost in the horrors of his old life any longer. There were things he needed to deal with here and now. He wouldn't be able to go back and fix himself.
He wished he could though. He wished he could go back twenty or so years, sit his younger self down, and demand an explanation for all he had done. For all the suffering he had caused. For all the hate that he harbored. For all of the lives he had ruined. He knew he wouldn't have been able to give a real answer had he ever been asked. He would have blamed it on his nature, and said that he was forced into the life. But maybe if he had been forced to think about it, maybe if he had been made to truly realize the consequences for his actions, he would have stopped and analyzed it all.
His mind wandered to Karnak, to the boy he had been trying to save. He was a pirate before, just like Verahl was. A slaver as well. He was someone who, if left to his own devices, would have died with a few more years, a victim of his own destruction. Verahl had to save him from this. Save others from what he was doing. Maybe, if he was able to stop him, to force Karnak to change his ways, he'd be able to atone for what he had done. If he saved those that Karnak would now be unable to harm, perhaps it'd help him lay his conscience back to rest.
Verahl started to regain his composure as he found himself back in his office, staring at the floor. He didn't know how long he had been like that. He didn't know how long that he had been staring off into his own distant past. He realized that John hadn't arrived back yet though. It mustn't have been too long.
"He's late," Verahl said aloud as he crossed his office, and into the chair behind his desk. "He'll be here soon though."
Verahl turned the chair, swiveling it to stare out the window again, as he looked down once more, onto the club below.
Verahl waited for John to come to the office, he had ordered the recruit to change into something appropriate before returning to him. As he waited, he stared through his window onto the club below. It had been a long time since he had seen a group of recruits that were so dysfunctional. It reminded him of the scum that Aria would have dragged to him. Punks, goons, hoodlums, he had only one task to do when they were brought to them.
Break. Them.
He rubbed his brow, feeling the headache he had from earlier slowly turning into a migraine. He walked across the room to wet bar he had set up opposite the window. He rummaged through one of the top drawers. He thumbed past a couple of his medications, until pulling out a small bottle for painkillers he had set behind them. He opened the bottle, and took one of the small, rough white pills out. He rolled it around in his fingers a few times, as he turned the sink on beside him, and poured a glass of water. He popped the pill in, immediately followed by a gulp of the water. He finished the glass and placed it back on the counter.
While it might have helped the migraine, it wouldn't help what truly ailed him. His mind was already lost in a sea of unwanted memories. He remembered the vessel that he and the other pirates used to board human colonists onto to be sold as slaves. Hardly any of their faces ever stuck in his mind. He didn't know if that made him feel better or worse. He couldn't even look back to see all those people he had condemned.
He felt his throat start to close slightly. It was getting harder for him to breath. He could feel his conscience striking back at him, reminding him of all those years of torture, theft, and murder.
You should have known better!
His mind screamed at him.
What was your excuse?! You were young?! Stupid?! Just another fool, raised on hatred and paranoia, fueled only to hurt those that caused this to you?!
Verahl leaned back onto the wet bar. He ran his hand hard against the top of his head, as if trying to massage it as he worked it further along. He could feel old wounds that had never fully healed as he did this. The thin slices of grenade fragments against the side of his head. The slight indent near the top from a piece of ruptured pipe that had smashed into him. All of these were a part of his imperfection. All parts of his former life that had nearly destroyed him. A part of the life he wished he could have forgotten.
As his hand reached the base of his neck, he gave the back of it a tight squeeze. Trying to use the pain and discomfort to snap himself back. He couldn't get lost in the horrors of his old life any longer. There were things he needed to deal with here and now. He wouldn't be able to go back and fix himself.
He wished he could though. He wished he could go back twenty or so years, sit his younger self down, and demand an explanation for all he had done. For all the suffering he had caused. For all the hate that he harbored. For all of the lives he had ruined. He knew he wouldn't have been able to give a real answer had he ever been asked. He would have blamed it on his nature, and said that he was forced into the life. But maybe if he had been forced to think about it, maybe if he had been made to truly realize the consequences for his actions, he would have stopped and analyzed it all.
His mind wandered to Karnak, to the boy he had been trying to save. He was a pirate before, just like Verahl was. A slaver as well. He was someone who, if left to his own devices, would have died with a few more years, a victim of his own destruction. Verahl had to save him from this. Save others from what he was doing. Maybe, if he was able to stop him, to force Karnak to change his ways, he'd be able to atone for what he had done. If he saved those that Karnak would now be unable to harm, perhaps it'd help him lay his conscience back to rest.
Verahl started to regain his composure as he found himself back in his office, staring at the floor. He didn't know how long he had been like that. He didn't know how long that he had been staring off into his own distant past. He realized that John hadn't arrived back yet though. It mustn't have been too long.
"He's late," Verahl said aloud as he crossed his office, and into the chair behind his desk. "He'll be here soon though."
Verahl turned the chair, swiveling it to stare out the window again, as he looked down once more, onto the club below.
Viking Incognito said:
OoC said:
Santius turned back to Terina, his face emotionless. "What made you get into this line of work?" he asked.
Wires saw Dregger on his way up to the barracks. "Ah, krogan friend, I apologize for earlier. In my defense however, I had been drunk for 5 days straight. Tell me, do you spar with or without biotics, tech, shields, or just bare? I think I've got you beat in flexibility and speed you lummox... oh, my bad" Babbled Wires.
"Look, you are lucky I was able to get myself into a good mood or I would have just killed you but I want to know something from you; Who is the greatest warrior you have ever met that still lives?"
You'd think that, given Asari culture and famed promiscuity, they'd have some decent birth control
"Myself, of course" grinned Wires. "The greatest warrior I've ever know is dead now, and if you insult her, I will kill you. No second chances." growled Wires, with a sudden hard look in his eyes that could frighten even the hardest batarian.
"Hmph." Dregger walked away distractedly before entering the barracks and going to sleep.
Sorry I seem so lazy today but I am very busy tonight and I need to get some work done, I'll stay on to answer any PMs or chat messages but I can't realy take any more time tonight to writ out posts.
After Verahl sent him to get dressed, John practically flew down the flights of stairs and to the barracks room where he'd stowed his gear. After checking his rifle, he placed it in the locker with his armour and other weapons, his eyes ligering on an antique pistol. The gun was a Raikou II, the first real weapon he'd ever got after joining the gangs No time for that now he thought, shaking his head.
John pulled on a pair of track pants, and a t-shirt, then made his way back to Verahl's office. Taking the stairs two at a time, he was nearly to the outer hallway when he slipped, smashing his face into the landing. "FUCK!" he yelled, "God I don't need this." Rubbing his bruised cheak he knocked on the office door, then entered "Hi boss, sorry I took so long."
John pulled on a pair of track pants, and a t-shirt, then made his way back to Verahl's office. Taking the stairs two at a time, he was nearly to the outer hallway when he slipped, smashing his face into the landing. "FUCK!" he yelled, "God I don't need this." Rubbing his bruised cheak he knocked on the office door, then entered "Hi boss, sorry I took so long."
Terina looked at him. "It pays well, and is exciting. Two things that are always nice to have."