Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm

[The Zango]

Ocara smiled broadly as he laid out all the different pieces of his rifle on the table for Esten to see.

"You see here? I've increased the tension to about five times what it normally is and here I've carved these little holes at the beginning of the barrel, you see?" he said whilst indicating to the various pieces.

"So Nag here is five times as powerful as a stock rifle with only twice the kick, then there the usual mods to the ammo and I've added some more scope functions that interface with my eye" he said proudly as he continued to indicate to the pieces, stopping finally with his eye.

"You made any mods to yours?" he asked.

 

[Chicago Ted]

I love how Santius was apparently just sitting calmly and drinking during that little incident.

It's still pretty open to respond to. All that's happened in that incident is Basara going 'What the hell?' and Ocara going 'Screw this'. There's still plenty of room for Santius to respond/react.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Esten:

Esten smiled at Ocara, and nodded slowly. He went over to the pack that was laying on a nearby couch, and pulled a long and narrow briefcase from it. He opened it, and revealed his sniper currently disassembled. Their were no brand markings on it, and its design looked like no regular model that could be found on the market. Every part of it was customized and high performance.

"Customized, high performance military---"

He was cut short by a loud crash coming from the games room.

Lux:

Lux flipped the table as he got up, throwing it out of his way. Cards, chips, and drinks flew into the air around it. With the table out of his way, he plowed through into Santius's back. He knocked Santius to the ground, and brought his foot back about to kick him. He stopped midway though, and looked up above Santius, to the shotgun now pointed in his face.

Verahl:

He held the shotgun in line with Lux's head. He knew its sudden appearance would snap Lux out of his rage. He had heard most of the yelling from his room, but decided it was best for them to work it out amongst themselves. When he heard the table crashing though, he grabbed a shotgun he had propped against the door and went out to settle the dispute. He just wanted the day to end now. Anymore stress and he'd be the one snapping.

"Enough... All of you. I'm not dealing with any more of this tonight. If I hear anything out of either of you, and I promise you you won't be getting out of bed for the next three days. Understood?"

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara whistled. "whoo, that was a close one. Nice job, Verahl. That could have gotten messy." Basara stood up and dusted himself off, removing stray particles of food and glass. He was bleeding slightly right above the eyebrow from where a shard of glass had rebounded and scored a scratch on his forehead. Basara wiped off the blood, looked at it, and shrugged. "ah well. Anyway, goodbye." Basara grabbed a bottle of liqour and walked into the room where Esten and Ocara were. He fell into a chair and noticed Esten showing off his sniper rifle. Basara started to recite the specs from memory, Esten had bragged about it so much. "High performance military model, customized with a lengthened barrel, modified body to make reload easy, heat sink so he can save my ass whenever I'm surrounded by pickin' them off like mice, and sometime cryo rounds, for those 'oh shit' moments. Did I forget anything?" he noticed that their attention was to the cut on his forehead and whiskey over his clothes. "Ah. Santius was being a jackass, and Lux lost it." He slid the bottle over to Esten. "Care for a drink? I know you like to remain sober, but one glass once in a blue moon isn't so bad."

 

[Chicago Ted]

"You forgot that it was manufactured by STG, but otherwise, precisely. And as usual, no, I'll pass on the drink."

Basara was right, he did brag about his rifle. It was the thing he was most proud of, and the only thing he'd really flaunt. He otherwise usually avoided conversation, but always got excited when it came to his rifle. Having it custom built to his specifications, and having it be made for him and only him gave him great amount of comfort and pride. It was as though every shot was a signature for him, and this was the pen he signed with.

He paused for a second to calm down and to collect his thought. He reached onto the table in front of them, and picked up a glass of ice cold water. He took a sip from it, and let out a small sigh of comfort before setting it back down.

"I still don't know how you find relaxation in the fact that you are dulling and clouding your senses."

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara grinned. "Esten. Have you ever, even once, seen drink pass my lips? I don't drink, and I am probably the only human alive who can say that. Even now, I'm still paranoid of that shit. Slavers offered you a drink, you might as well go bat shit crazy, 'cause you're goin' under the knife, and you don't wake up from this particular harvest."

 

[The Zango]

Ocara scanned over the many different instruments and pieces ofthe rifle in silent awe. He'd never seen a rifle this extensivly modified.

"Do you mind?" asked Ocara as he indicated to his eye, he wanted to get some pictures of this fine weapons modifications so he could maybe copy a few.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Esten was about to reply to Basara, before he heard Ocara's request. Uneasily, he shut the case.

"As much as I'd like to, old loyalties still remain. Even though I quit, I will make sure this rifle never falls into anyone elses hands. Least not until they've moved up to newer models."

 

[The Zango]

Ocara nodded as Esten withdrew the case. As much as he wanted to get those modifications for his own rifle, he would still respect Estens wishes.

"Now that your here boss, whats our next move?" he asked as he turned his attention towards Verhal.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Verahl gave a quick glare at Santius. His attitude hadn't changed. He didn't want to get into any of it though, at least not tonight. He just wanted to get some sleep now.

When Ocara asked him his plan, he simply sighed.

"Ocara... Get some rest. We'll deal with this in the morning."

With that, Verahl turned and went back to his room to get some sleep. He was exhausted after the day's events.

Lux followed suit, and walked to the dorm on the far side of the room. He didn't want to even look at Santius at that point.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Absolutely fine with that. In fact, I've been delaying all day in posting the next bit of our story since I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Should hopefully forward the story by the end of the evening if I finish up my essays by then.

 

[Chicago Ted]

The company split to the two seperate rooms and rested for the night.

Morning came soon for them, and the sound of clanging pots and pans could be heard eminating from the kitchen. Dray was going through, looking for what equipment he had to work with. While the collection of different appliances he had was large, the supplies he had to use at the moment were limited. The fridge held little food, except for a few canned items, and the cupboards only contained dried foods. Dray was very annoyed by this.

Spoiler: OoC

Sorry if this seems a bit half assed. I'm tired and sick right now, and have a splitting headache from the work I have had to do tonight. Needless to say I'm sorry for the recent inactivity of this, and now that I have a brief clearing in my schedule, plan on posting much more frequently at a much higher calibre while time permits.

Can't wait for the summer.

 

[The Zango]

Ocara emerged from his barrack and stretched. The second he had laid down last night his exhaustion had overwhelmed him and he was out.

He looked around the main room and noticed that apart from Dray, he was the first one up. Over the years he had developed a habit of waking up before everyone else and was slightly surprised to see Dray had risen before him.

'Probably not a good sign' he thought as he walked over to the counter and took a seat facing Dray.

"How you holding up man?" he asked as he watched Dray poking through various cupboards and draws.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Spoiler: OoC

You wouldn't be awake before a Salarian. Their high metabolism leads to a low life span, but also low requirement for sleep. I believe they only need roughly an hour a day in order to function.

The more you know!

Dray didn't respond to Ocara. He simply continued to rummage through the cupboards. He was too absorbed by his searching to notice his presence. He then turned towards the counter, and almost jumped at the sudden appearance of Ocara.

"Oh... Morning, they don't have anything to eat here. Nothing at all! Canned food in the fridge and dried in the cupboards! Nothing else! Who stocked this place?"

He was speaking much faster then normal, and seemed oddly happy.

Verahl then walked into the main room. He didn't look good. He was still wearing the same clothes from last night, now wrinkled and streched. His eyes were hardly open. He hadn't gotten any sleep. He rubbed the side of his head, trying to massage it. He had a massive migraine as well. He walked over to the kitchen and leaned over the end of the island counter.

"Dray... Quiet down please... And get me some tea and painkillers..."

Dray nodded and turned back to the cupboard. He was in luck, tea was one of the only things left in the cupboards for them. He took a few bags and started to boil some water for Verahl.

The doors to the armoury also opened and out walked Esten. He had spent most of the night going over the stock of weapons now accessible to him, and preforming maintainence some of them.

"Make a cup for me as well," he said before taking a seat beside Ocara.

 

[The Zango]

I feel abit stupid for asking this but could you put your previous OoC in a quote please? I'm writing on a Ps3 at the moment and so can't view spoiler tages