Yossar put his drink down and went into the common room. Damn he's only been gone a few hours. He walked over to Ocara, " Do you have any idea where he was going?"
Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm
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Verahl just stopped and stared at Ocara for a moment. He took in a deep, and rather angry sigh, one which could easily be heard throughout the room before breaking his gaze and grumbling. He didn't answer Ocara, instead he just turned and walked back into his room.
Basara smiled as he heard the sound of a hollow metal tin hit the wall in Sal's room. He got up and nocked on her doom, making sure no-one else was in hearing range. "So, doghouse partner, you off the sauce now?" He then thought to himself, "I wonder if she even understood that. Most of it was human idioms, after all. Oh well." He then shrugged and took out a lighter. He began to throw it in the air, catching it right before it hit the ground. Basara didn't smoke, but this was special. It was given to him by a friend, presumed dead.
Basara sighed as he slid down the wall, ending up on the floor. "Well, we sure screwed up, didn't we? More so me than you, but I payed the price, didn't I?" He chuckled as he said this, feeling the bandages over his chest. Aria had thrown him for a ride, and his body showed it. His chest was a mass of cuts and bruises. "Still, I gotta ask you one thing: why turn to the bottle? I understand you and the Asari were friends, but why self-destruct, King Priam?" Basara's head hit the wall with a quiet thud. "I wonder why all species have some demon, whether the bottle or rage, that promises happiness?" He muttered to himself.
Okay... Getting a little philosophical again, I'm gonna call it a night...
Icy stare, somethings not right, and he was only gone for a few hours, did he go looking for a fight? Yossar walked back to the games room, picking his drink back up. He looked out the window again, nothing was happening, he sighed and turned back looking at the others, " We'll how about a game?" He propositioned, motioning to the several games that were set-up.
Ocara shrugged feebly as Verhal ignored him, 'He must have his reasons'. After a moment he realised he was just standing in a doorway not doing much so he turned and re-entered the games room.
"Yeah, why not? I'm sure any distraction would be welcome."
'Did Verhal replace Santius or something? Perhaps he gave him an even harder jolt to the head? Wierd.'
He walked in and fixed himself another light drink from the bar and joined Yossar by one of the tables.
"Sure, I'm game. What are we playing?"
"Yeah, why not? I'm sure any distraction would be welcome."
'Did Verhal replace Santius or something? Perhaps he gave him an even harder jolt to the head? Wierd.'
He walked in and fixed himself another light drink from the bar and joined Yossar by one of the tables.
"Sure, I'm game. What are we playing?"
Yossar picked up a deck and began shuffeling, " Do you guys know how to play Salarian Speed Jack?"
I just made that up on the spot you can assume your character knows it unless they have another idea.
"Do I? Its practically been my career before I got into this sordid merc business! Come on deal"
In truth Ocara had only just heard of Salarian speed jack but he was a quick learner and he liked to try to intimidate his opponents as best he could.
He took a seat at the table and started to watch Yossar's every movement, trying to pick up a game on the fly was always entertaining at the very least.
"Lux, Moloa, Raven? Any of you playing? Come and watch me beat the new guy!"
In truth Ocara had only just heard of Salarian speed jack but he was a quick learner and he liked to try to intimidate his opponents as best he could.
He took a seat at the table and started to watch Yossar's every movement, trying to pick up a game on the fly was always entertaining at the very least.
"Lux, Moloa, Raven? Any of you playing? Come and watch me beat the new guy!"
You back Ted? Hope your tests went well and good luck with the results 
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Verahl took off the separate armor pieces with care. Each one was protecting some scar or bruise that had been inflicted upon him. Removing the plates without contacting them proved to be a challenge.
Aria hadn't made it easy for him. She might have been helping to track down Mayli, but she was getting every ounce of worth out of Verahl while she had him. The terms of it were simple, while she tracked Mayli down, he'd have to train a team to catch her. She didn't bring in a normal set of recruits though. Each seemed to be hand picked to cause more trouble then the last.
By the end of the day, few were walking. Most of Aria's training didn't come from simply making them capable fighter, but instead breaking them so they would do anything asked of them immediately. It was closer to training an animal then anything else, and Verahl was the one holding the whip. Exhaustion, mental bombardment, and physical pain were all again weapons in Verahl's arsenal. Each were ones he held with much experience. The day ended with a fight between the ones left standing from the training and Verahl. Most of them were young and inexperienced. They were easy for Verahl to quickly dispatch. However, there was one, a large Krogan, which posed much more of a threat. The Krogan decided much of the fight would have been between Verahl and him anyways, so he started to help dispatch the remaining ones until only the two of them were left. By the end, Verahl barely managed to defeat the Krogan. Luck and poor form were what lead to his downfall. Quite literally. Once the Krogan was down, Verahl was sure to show the others what the consequences of fighting back were. Verahl didn't stop until every spot of visible Krogan skin was turned from its normal yellow-green, to a disgusting purple. Once done, Verahl left, leaving the remaining to wallow in their injuries and prepare for the next day.
"I'm getting too old for this..." Verahl said as he started to button up one of his most comfortable outfits. He didn't want to be in anything confining like his armor for a moment longer. Instead he wore a red and purple training suit Zar had bought him. It looked quite bad and tacky, but Verahl was past the point of caring. He faced the door, and stood in front of it for a moment. He was reassembling himself. He wouldn't show weakness in front of the rest of the company. Like he always did, he calmed himself and constructed his cold and uncaring facade. He needed to make it so the rest of the company would believe that despite his injuries, he was in little pain. He stopped once he felt unattached from the body he left standing in the room. It felt now as though he were simply watching the world through a screen, and not with his own eyes. His body felt like it was set on autopilot, as he opened the doors to the main room.
"Dray, take the armor now."
Raven walked into the main room, his mind somewhat at ease from his talk with Sal. "Yeah I'm in Ocara, just let me get some whiskey." What happened is suffocating Sal's consciousness and if we don't find her, I fear for what will happen to her psyche. Moving on autopilot, he grabbed the whiskey from the overhead cabinet in the kitchen along with a glass. Putting his thoughts to rest, he took his seat. "So what's the game then?"
Moloa and Lux laughed from the corner of the games room at Santius's remark.
"And who are you wanting to play with? The humans? All male. The Turians? All male? Me, well I think I'd hurt your self confidence if I did. Hell, we only have two females in this company, and only one of them can take their shirt off," Lux said, howling with laughter as he did.
Moloa found this just as funny as Lux.
"And I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone else 'hun. Least we need right now is another person in this company depressed."
"And who are you wanting to play with? The humans? All male. The Turians? All male? Me, well I think I'd hurt your self confidence if I did. Hell, we only have two females in this company, and only one of them can take their shirt off," Lux said, howling with laughter as he did.
Moloa found this just as funny as Lux.
"And I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone else 'hun. Least we need right now is another person in this company depressed."
Ocara chuckled as he put his feet up on an empty chair and leant back in his.
"This path of conversation is filling me with new-found respect for my squad-mates"
He turned to Yossar and grinned as best as a Turian could.
"Especially you"
"This path of conversation is filling me with new-found respect for my squad-mates"
He turned to Yossar and grinned as best as a Turian could.
"Especially you"
Yossar chuckled at Santius's comment. " I was in the military for nineteen years, not many women, don't ask don't tell. However Salarian strip poker would be interesting, considering most Salarian's are guys and have no sex-drives. But no this is Salarian Speed-Jack. Alright here are the rules..."
Yossar went into a fairly long explanation about the value of certain hands, and how to play, which combos where worth more than others and so on.
"... so the jist of the game is to build the highest 5 card hand you can in a minute." With that he dealed out the cards and put the remaining ones in the center, he then prepared a timer right next to it.
"So if that's all, let's start." Yossar hit the timer to begin and his hands quickly launched into a series or deft movements as he looked at his cards and weighed possible odds, before discarding three and taking three more from the deck.
Yossar went into a fairly long explanation about the value of certain hands, and how to play, which combos where worth more than others and so on.
"... so the jist of the game is to build the highest 5 card hand you can in a minute." With that he dealed out the cards and put the remaining ones in the center, he then prepared a timer right next to it.
"So if that's all, let's start." Yossar hit the timer to begin and his hands quickly launched into a series or deft movements as he looked at his cards and weighed possible odds, before discarding three and taking three more from the deck.
Basara got up and opened the door, walking inside and grunting as he sat down in a chair. "Damn...that hurt..." He muttered beneath his breath. He looked at Sal. "So, how you feelin'? " He asked gently. Basara might not be the most subtle of people, but he did genuinely care for all his companions.