Keith looked at Santius for a moment, with a funny look on his face.
"Why can't I... Oh yeah... Acid... DNA... Thing difference..." he said, still groggy. "So wait, when you guys drink coffee, it ain't actual coffee then. Not coffee coffee at least. Some substitute stuff, right?"
Meer walked by, a glass of ryncol in his hand. "Maybe they came up with coffee first and your species just stole their idea. Ever think of that?"
He sat down at a chair and took a gulp from the glass. His eyes were strained and bloodshot. As far as anyone could tell he'd been wasting his time on the extranet the entire night.
"How is coffee an idea? It's not some abstract concept, it's a hot drink, served best with some cream and lots of sugar!" Keith protested, he wasn't a morning person.
Basara woke up and heard the argument. "No, humans created coffee first. One, we first created coffee in the 1200's, when it was quickly banned as the 'Devil's drink' by the Catholic Church until about the 1400's. At that time, the Church had the final say in everything. It was the ultimate power. That is still nearly 700 years before humans made first contact with extraterrestrials. That, and Earth is one of the only planets in the galaxy that can even support the coffee tree. They're absolute bastards to grow." Now out of random-fact spewing mode, Basara rubbed his eyes and saw the others. "Mornin', everyone- Meer, it's the freakin' morning. Put the damn ryncol down."
He waved to Dray. "Just milk please." He shrugged when he saw the other's expressions. "Meh. I've gotten used to it over the years. I just don't drink that much coffee- I don't like relying on caffiene to wake me up. You build a tolerance to that stuff after a while."
Raven walked into common room, excited for this mornings meeting. If things go perfect then we'll be better off then we've been in awhile. Pitching his cigarette but into the trash, he nodded to those present before speaking to Dray, "If there's any left, I'll take some coffee Dray." Seeing what was in Meer's hand, he shook his head "Hitting the sauce already Meer?"
"Hitting the sauce already Meer?" She heard Raven ask. "Well for anyone else it would be, hell I've done worse than drink this early." Sal said as she sat down at the table. "Morning everyone."
A quick barrage of shots was heard from the range, followed by a silence and then another quick barrage.
"Woo!" exclaimed Ocara as the smoke cleared and he saw the targets were down. He'd been practising reflex shooting with his pistol, setting the targets to a random configuration, turning and then spinning, shooting the targets as fast as he could. While not as accurate as a controlled shooting session, it normally didn't matter how accurate you were in close-quarters, just that you put two into a hostile before he could do the same to you and by the holes in the target, he'd say he won that confrontation.
He holstered his pistol, grabbed his rifle and headed upstairs into the common room, the jacket of his suit slung over his back and his pistol in a holster over his shirt, a few knives were also visible, poking out in places and shining when the light reflected off of them.
"Morning everyone, sleep well?" he said, a smile on his face as he set his rifle down in its corner and leant against the wall next to it. If he looked or seemed tired, he certainly didn't feel it, in the military he'd been required to stay up for days at a time during his sniper training and so an all-nighter was nothing to him.
Now I have NO idea how a Turian suit would work and so I'm going with the Human idea, hope everyone's cool with that and besides, Ocara prefers to wear Human suits...
"Can I get some fruit juice? Thanks." She accepted the glass Dray handed to her and sipped at it as she watched the others emerge and enter the common room.
"So, Thayna" said Ocara as he walked to behind the counter and made himself a quick breakfast, not wanting to trouble Dray further. He took a seat on a stool and faced the room as he ate.
"This'll be your first mission with us right? Looking forward to it?"
Meer turned to Raven, taking the last sip of his ryncol before pouring himself another. "Get off your high horse Raven. The human gets his coffee, I get my ryncol. I need a few glasses in the morning to keep my aim steady. And if I'm right about how this meeting's gonna go, you'll want my aim steady."
"Ease does not matter. Fighting and patrolling is much harder then simply pouring juice and coffee in the morning," Dray lectured Santius as he poured a cup of coffee. "Now, what do you want?"
Keith walked up the stairs and into the common room. He yawned as he looked around, before sitting on an empty stool, and putting his head on the counter. He yawned, and waited for Dray. Before he could even look up, Dray had put the coffee by his head.
"Cream and lots of sugar?" he asked.
Dray simply nodded.
Immediatly, Keith shot up, sitting upright in the chair as he consoled the cup with both hands. A smile crossed his face as he sipped it, pleased to have his morning 'pick me up'.
Dray nodded, as he looked around the kitchen, before walking to the other pot of coffee, with a large red striped on it, indicating that it was for the company's Turians. He poured a large cup, and handed it to Santius with a smile.
Karnak walked into the common room, and looked around, before taking his seat on the end of the counter, furthest from the rest of the company. He covered his mouth as he yawned, and looked over to see Dray was busy getting coffee for Santius. He sighed, and got up, and walked around the counter, to a nearby kettle, and poured the hot water into a cup. He grabbed a teabag out from the box sitting beside it, and looked around for the cream and sugar, not worried about intruding on Dray's kitchen.
Thanks man, I'd thought it was something like that. However I'm going to keep Ocara in his tailored Human suit, I like the image thats in my head at the moment and it correlates with the thing I'm doing with him.
"Yeah, exciting for us usually means another body bag and then some major organisation or another trying to kill us" said Ocara, taking another bite of his breakfast and taping on the counter with his free hand.
Basara grinned. "And don't forget at least one member being thrown around the room like a fucking ragdoll- always the best part!" He laughed, self-depreciatively, while touching his left side. He drained his glass in one go and set it back down. Basara then tipped back in his chair. "Well, only thing one can count on in this life is chance. Anyone not willing to take the risk 'n ante up better just fold now."
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