Mass Effect X-3: "Until Our Last Breath" [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

[Captain Teeb]

Well I won't back down
No I won't back down
You can stand me up at the gates of HELL
And I won't back down

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As Nali squeezed down on his hands, Owyn discovered he was still rather physically sensitive, and discovered rather abruptly. So abruptly in fact that the Spectre ended up screaming out "b***h!" really loudly. In a way that had the rest of the table staring at him bemusedly. Owyn had to think of a way to save this and explain. It wasn't that big of a deal, but under everyone's judging eyesight Owyn just felt on the spot. Owyn decided to speak of the next mission, they probably needed to know anyway. Owyn coughed awkwardly "So. We're off to Aite tomorrow." Owyn started. To be honest they could probably get there today, it was only a jump away from the system they were in now, but the team needed rest after the severe whooping they took from Lerax and Mungo. And Owyn needed time to pick a new weapon since he'd ******** the Saber up.

"Bit of a break from the usual mix, this time we're hunting Cerberus." Owyn started. It still felt weird to say it; of all the fights Owyn had fought Cerberus was one of the less frequent ones, he didn't know too much about their weapons or facilities, but he'd only heard bad things. "They reckon the Illusive Man is down there, and the Union wants us to catch him and bring him in." Owyn chuckled as he took another sip from his soup. "Should be pretty easy, compared to fighting the damned Reapers." and to be honest, the team had never really fought a Reaper, but Owyn decided to let the joke slide.

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☾ Captain Skipper ☽ is...
[datcap'n]At : USV Amazon, Deck 3 [Mess Hall]
[datcap'n]With : Shore Party minus Karii
[datcap'n]Doing : Briefing
[datcap'n]Feeling : Hunger


[cap'n]No I'll stand my ground
[cap'n]Won't be turned around
[cap'n]And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
[cap'n]Gonna stand my ground
[cap'n]And I won't back down

[cap'n]Hey baby! there ain't no easy way out!
[cap'n]Hey I! will stand my ground!

[Tsukiyohei]

Ivan Aleksandrov
location: The Amazon, crowded Mess Hall
with: Veronica + Na'al + Orina + Jask + Ai + Otium + Nali + Cap'n Skipper

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『 when i woke my back was broke from lyin' on the floor
sunlight poured through all the cracks in my front door
wake up you've got a lot of things to do
wake up the sun is rising without you 』

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An arm chewed off? That must've been terrible, especially for a quarian. Ivan had to admit, he seriously didn't know jack s**t about them. His knowledge was basically limited to: they travel in a fleet, they wear suits because infections were bad for them, and they eat out of nutrient bags. But as the previously-insulted quarian called him back, Ivan flashed her a toothy smile. He wordlessly poured himself a bowl and went about eating it in slow, measured scoops. He loved chewing and appreciating all of its flavors. Food was something that needed to be savored and enjoyed. Exactly like sex.

"Human meat is tough, need hours of slow-cooking to make nice and tender," Ivan volunteered, face completely deadpan. He had hoped that they would take the joke as he wanted, but if not, that was fine too. The rest of the crew probably didn't wanna know, but he had read a disturbing journal entry from a Tuchankan book, once...

Ahem. Names, names! Ivan noted all of the names as well as he could-- the quarian was Ai, the vorcha was Jask. The drell was apparently on really good terms with Veronica, otherwise it'd be so awkward calling him 'hubby.' It was a little strange breaking into such a well-established ship with already solidified relationships, but food was a surefire way to make friends!

The asari quickly confirmed the theory. Ivan's eyes had been staring down at his bowl so he could strategically plan his spoonfuls, so he had no idea that the captain and asari came in. He grinned at the compliment. "Just wait until I make more than soup," he said, "Fraternizing will be smallest worry."

Ivan was peacefully eating his soup with a satisfied Cheshire smile when Skipper screamed out. His spoon was halfway to his mouth when he froze, lifting an eyebrow suspiciously before his captain clumsily redirected the conversation. The cook felt like something else was going on, but he decided not to push it. A mission to Aite? And for Cerberus. Well. That was interesting. "Have never dealt with Cerberus before. At least no more screaming zombies."

Slurp.

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『 willie was shot once in his mind
and his cry out saved his own life
the second time was through the heart
the doctors pulled the bullet from inside
he had a job to do he said
that's his way of life 』

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[JesterXI]

[Pants!]While still keeping an arm hung loosely around Ai's shoulder she turned her steely gaze upon Otium who was denying the possession of handcuffs. "Oh please, it's one of the worst kept secrets around here, like that porn stash you keep under your bed, now go get em'! She wondered if Otium would actually comply, she wasn't actually expecting him to but this joke could be taken to whole new levels if he did. Maybe she would cuff Ai and Ivan together and swallow and see what wacky antics they'd get up to while bound together.

[Pants!]Ivan had accepted their invitation and joined them at the table with his own bowl of delicious soup. His eating style was much slower and more steady than everyone else's. It was almost like he was trying to savour every single tiny little flavour in every bite. Even he was getting in on the human ingredient joke, going on about how much harder it was to cook human flesh. Veronica shot him an over the top evil glare and then tossed her spoon at Jasks head. "Ya' see what you do!?" It was a good thing she'd already finished her soup before discarding the spoon as the idea of getting up and walking for another one didn't appeal to her in the slightest. She had gottan quite comfy in her chair and Ai's shoulder was surprisingly cosy as well, it would be a shame to have to move now after achiecing such an excellent comfort zone.

[Pants!]A Loud bellow got her attention and made her jump in her chair, something that was most likely painful had caused Skipper to curse quite loudly which had nearly all eyes on him. "Pipe down! You're disturbing the peace!" She playfully stuck her tongue out at Skipper and was about to return her attentions back to the table, but a particular word from Skipper caught her ear. Instead of rampaging Dark Moons or Reapers their next target was Cerberus. "Cerberus eh? Good! It's nice to have a change of pace" Fighting them was most definitely preferable to fighting more husks or worse, another Reaper. Despite her goading Jask hadn't made any attempt at retaliation yet, which just made him look all the more sinister!





location
The Amazon's Mess Hall
with
Ivan, Jask, Ai, very briefly Skipper, and 2nd Best friend Otium/b]

[BriarRose]

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xxxxxWhen Veronica's arm settled on her shoulder, Ai froze. Her mind was fully on the conversation at hand, so she was rationally aware of the lighthearted humor, but the physical contact had been fully unexpected. Rather than jumping away--jumping, after all, was a bad thing to do both in cooking and in electronics--she took a long moment to ground herself. Handcuffs. Nibbles. Hubby. Veronica. Ai flashed to an earlier scene with the redhead getting similarly cozy with Nali, and with Otium. So this was normal. Slowly, she let her muscles relax, releasing a healthy chuckle as if this were completely expected. Innuendo was something she wasn't particularly skilled with, unless it was over the top or painfully blatant. Nothing of her various environments over the course of the last fifteen years or so asked for subtlety, so Ai had spent her formative pubescent years literally going wild. Handcuffs hadn't entered the picture (a fear of captivity would do that to a girl), but she could still play along.

xxxxxShe had, in fact, been on the verge of upping the ante on the human when Skipper and Nali entered the Mess. Skipper waved his hand, and Ai had to resist the urge to respond in kind, opting instead for a muted nod of acknowledgement. Otium's awkward questioning filled the air as they settled at the table, and then things got strange. The quarian was not unfamiliar with affairs between crewmembers on a ship--it went along with the wild and crazy youth--but she had been solidly under the impression that the military had rules against it. Not that she was going to let that stop her. Nevertheless, the body language between the two officers screamed 'sex.' She was torn between laughter and dismay, and then fell solidly into the amusement camp when the man screamed out. The little quarian didn't know what had transpired to make him shout, but a dozen ideas of explanation filled her head, all of them compromising.

xxxxxRegardless, the captain made a hasty attempt to change the subject (points for validity), and Veronica nestled closer to Ai. The quarian made a note to herself that a frank conversation with the human might be in order, even as the others made happy noises about Cerberus. If the redhead was hinting at what she seemed to be hinting at, Ai was up for a little fun, though she had rules in the envirosuit department. Any sensible quarian did. Still, she didn't see a difference yet from Veronica's treatment of Nali, so she was going to try not to read too much into it. Yet.

xxxxx"Cerberus are disgusting," she muttered, her voice steely, "good only for clearing out batarian scum, though they only act when human children are being dismembered." The venom in her voice was a little surprising even to Ai, but Cerberus had been a pain in the collective asses of Terminus non-humans for years. Quarians had it a little better in the Terminus Systems than in Council space, but the Cerberus presence in recent years had almost negated that advantage. Ai had only experienced Cerberus bullying directly, but she had friends who hadn't made it out of encounters alive. This would be a fight she could get behind, and not only because it felt personal. Ivan had a point with the lack of zombies; no zombies was better all around.

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[Jiggy_Jr]

There was certainly a good time to be had on the ship, despite all the hardships they would no doubt have to face. It would prove to be beneficial to soak up all the relaxation they could get, which had been greatly needed, he’d assumed, by not just him after their last encounter with Duncan and his ‘super’ soldiers. Not to mention that Reaper. Precursor, had they called it?

Jask shook his head of the thoughts again, and focused back onto the happenings of the table. He didn’t want to get caught up in thinking about what they were going to have to go through, when right at that moment there was nothing to worry about. He even snickered once again in the direction of Veronica and Ai as the human made her handcuff joke. He watched them in silent amusement and grabbed a clumsily-cut carrot out of his now-cooling-off soup and plunked it into his mouth.

He was enjoying himself. That is, he was enjoying himself until the asari insisted on making herself present. Jask glowered at her and hissed quietly to himself as she sat down, grabbing a large chunk of potato out of the soup and stuffing it into his mouth. He brooded for but a moment, instead deciding to focus once again on the conversation of the others as he absentmindedly picked the solid food out of the broth. Another mission tomorrow? He agreed with Ivan, at least it wasn’t against the ‘zombies’. He could do without those for a while. Super soldier or otherwise.

He found himself nodding in agreement until a utensil smacked against his head. The vorcha gave off a startled grunt and jerked backwards in shock before narrowing his eyes towards the perpetrator. He knew exactly who had thrown it, and after he had composed himself he tilted his head towards Veronica, watching her for a moment, if only to freak her out a little. “Shouldn’t have done that, human.” He taunted, eyeing his bowl (of which only broth remained), picking it up, and flinging the remaining contents of the bowl onto the unsuspecting redhead. He snickered, and spotted the salarian watching their strange gathering from a little ways away. "Na'al, help me!" He called over to him, pointing accusingly towards the human and fighting to keep the amusement out of his voice.

█ █ HUMANS ARE CRAZY

[Oversoul Matamune]

《Sur’Kesh Le Tazzik Gal Selune Aru Verdan Na’al》
》Na'al ─ Salarian Engineer

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While Orina had left and abruptly ended the conversation and left Na'al to his own devices, it did not offend the Salarian because he simply did not know if this was normal for Justicars to do or not. Never the less, the table was now mostly full with the other members of the crew and with them came the loud sounds of their conversations. Following a slow shake of his head at the mention of crude innuendo and other related subject, he went back to reading some things and taking small gulps of whatever it was he was drinking. It had a sweet fruit like taste. Na'al rather enjoyed it. When a sudden shout from the captain blasted over the mess hall, the surprise nearly caused Na'al to choke on his drink. He set the cup down and stared at the man.

"Bah...Humans can be so foolish" The Salarian muttered under his breath after he had finished coughing. He did have to admit though, their ways were amusing to watch if somewhat annoying. The only true fault was how loud other species could get. Another call brought his attention back to them. The Vorcha Jask had called his name and he looked to see what the reason for his summoning was. He saw the Vorcha pointing to the human female who looked to be coated in a fresh layer of soup broth. "How do you require my assistance, friend?" Na'al asked with a puzzled expression.

❝ The phrase "Do not touch" means nothing to me.❞

[Jiggy_Jr]

Jask couldn’t hide the fact that he was amused now, glancing at Veronica. He could bet the human hadn’t seen that coming. He hissed with laughter now at her expression and placed the bowl back onto the table. It’s not as if they had to conserve rations anymore, not that he would have been losing that much considering how much had been left in the bowl. He probably would have lost more if he’d continued to try and use the spoon anyways.

Na’al addressed him, asking him what he was needed for and he gestured back to the reheaded human once again, “Get her!” He shouted mock seriousness, though he was anything but. He was enjoying himself, despite the stresses and troubles that had been been right in front of them not hours before. It was always good to forget their troubles, even if only for a little while; and especially with what they were up against. They deserved a little fun after the last year anyways.

█ █ HUMANS ARE CRAZY

[707sTYPO]

[mmdatass]"b***h!"

[mmdatass]The sudden exclamation made her release his hand in an instant. ...wait. Really? Had she even squeezed his hand that hard? If she had, it'd been completely unintentional, not that it changed much. Wasn't he still supposed to be up on pain killers, too? Nali was confused, but she wasn't going to dwell on it, and it looked like Skipper was wanting to change subjects, anyway. They couldn't very well reveal the real reason behind the outburst, so a general briefing of their next mission was a good distraction as she reached over and apologetically intertwined her fingers with his again, making sure to be gentle this time.

[mmdatass]Holding hands in the dark, hidden spaces under the table was almost too sweet for her--juvenile, even--but at least it was a refreshing step away from the bitterness outside. Besides, it was better than getting involved in what...might have been a food grudge? Nali wanted to step in and defend her broth-smeared friend, but the attack had been placed by one amused vorcha, so she restrained herself: it might have escalated into actual hostility, and she was (in spite of their last mission) in far too good a mood for such a downer.

[mmdatass]Regarding the upcoming mission, though, she was glad to hear they weren't going to Aite immediately since they were still kind of hurting from their last night out. She wasn't sure what to expect, though. Nali had only recently heard of them, back when she was captaining the Amazon, so she only knew of them by reputation, and even that was a little shaky. They were some kind of...human...group...thing.

[mmdatass]Capture this "Illusive Man," the lady pondered to herself, Because we've shown so much proficiency in capturing organization leaders so far.

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[whirlwind 090210]

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The day I let a pack of thugs come and conquer the galaxy is the day that I die.

"Capturing the leader to an terrorist organization. I'm sure they'll love us," Aris flatly replied. As far as he was concerned, Cerberus was nothing more than a group of zealots and thugs, not unlike most mercenary groups.

"Uh, not that I'm complaining. I'm just hoping that capturing the leader to such a esteemed figure to this group will go without any problems."

Even if this would be easier than dealing with Duncan, save for angering an ancient machine of pure power. His earlier outburst, however did save him in the department of giving his crew looks of surprise. However, Aris couldn't help but wonder what would await them on Aite. It would certainly keep his mind occupied instead of gawking like an idiot or stuttering when Veronica make a..wild accusation on him and a porn stash.

...'Sides, why would I keep such things under a bed? Organization and omni-tools are the way to go for such things, thought the drell, briefly darting his eyes across the room.

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- location -
Amazon
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Jask and Ai (small 'ol spot in Engineering)
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[JesterXI]

[Pants!] Veronica nodded in agreement with Ai, Cerberus were certainly not the kindest of people. What surprised Veronica the most was the hatred in Ai's voice, in a flash she'd gone from cheerfully making jokes with the crew to cursing Cerberus and Batarians. It was quite a shocking transition. Veronica patted Ai on the shoulder comfortingly, she clearly had some beef or some other kind of meat with Cerberus. "Well, just be sure to kill as many as you can eh?" Jask was piping up again and was swearing retribution for the spoon attack. She laughed at him mockingly, "Ooh! The goblin's pissed what are you gonna-" She didn't notice the bowl of soup flying towards her until it was far too late...

[Pants!]"Oh god!" She shrieked, she had not seen that coming at all. Jask had abandoned all pretences of fair play and hurled his still full soup at her. The bowl had bounced off of her shoulder and drenched her face and upper body with Borchst. Thank god it was cold and not hot or else that would have been awkward instead of hilarious. Veronica glared at Jask with a look of pure hatred and her arms glowed fiercely with biotic energy, she looked like she was gonna put Jask through a wall. "You, are so de- pfft. Hah!" She fell forwards onto the table laughing her head off, the truth was, she wasn't annoyed in the slightest! Quite the opposite actually. Jask tried to get Na'al involved but he looked confused .

[Pants!]There were tears in her eyes now, but her laughter died down eventually. She began wiping the tears from her eyes and inadvertently got soup in them but she was cheerful realise it. She grinned at Jask and gave him a thumbs up. "Well played!" She gave her dripping face a quick wipe down and then tapped Ai on the back of the head with a playful smirk. "I'm gonna go and shower now, feel free to join me." Veronica knew that that was an impossibility due to the awkward suits the Quarians had to wear but, Oh, the joys of unnerving someone with blatant flirting. She ought to try this more often!





location
The Amazon's Mess Hall
with
Ivan, Na'al, Ai, Jask and 2nd Best Friend Otium.

[BriarRose]

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xxxxxJask had very good aim! Veronica might not have been particularly far away, the the vorcha had still beaned her with a bowl of soup without a drop landing on Ai. Ignoring the bad feelings that talk of Cerberus gave her, the little quarian giggled with the rest of her horseplaying crewmates. It helped that Skipper's announcement hadn't done much to actively damper the fun; everyone seemed to take these assignments in stride. If there were no other signs, this would be all the proof an observer would need to verify the Amazon's veteran status. While it was undeniably a military ship, the people running the show had a distinctly freelance aura. Even Skipper, who was the most habitually Alliance, regularly fell into habits and activities that his superiors would frown upon.

xxxxxWhen Ai leaned back in her seat--Veronica had stood up in the shock of wearing a borchst hat--she relaxed again. She crossed her arms and twisted in her chair to look at both the redhead and the vorcha, taking their banter in good humor. If the soup had been dropped on Ai's head, she wouldn't have been nearly as happy as Veronica--but then, Ai was fairly vain about her envirosuit, and washing it was a real chore.

xxxxxThen Veronica offered a shower, as if mimicking Ai's thoughts, and the quarian smiled hugely to herself, knowing full well that the cheshire grin was hidden behind the cloudy obscurity of her helmet. No mistaking that one. Veronica was definitely hitting on her, which meant that a frank conversation was definitely in order. In response, however, Ai smoothly quipped, "Sorry, but Captain says no fraternization, Service Chief. As he has restrained himself, so, unfortunately, must we all. Sacrifice for the greater good, and whatnot." Her tone was teasing, though even without the ammo Skipper had provided, she would have wormed her way out. Audiences of...well, practically the entire crew might be Veronica's thing, but the little quarian appreciated anonymity, not that such a thing was possible on a ship so small. But at least she could try.

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[Rayelynn]

•••••• By the cσδє I will sєяvє you ...
•••••• ץσυя choices are мץ choices ...
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xxThe justicar silently watched the cheerful crew interact with each other from against the wall near the vending machines. Her hands still firmly clasped to the sides of the warm mug of coffee Orina took another long sip of the hot liquid as she watched from her spot on the sidelines. The asari's brow wrinkled slightly above her nose as she thought about her exit from her conversation with Na'al. The room had been starting to fill with new faces, most of which were already eying her, and she didn't wish the salarian to feel he had to entertain her just because she was new. Than again he was nearly as new as she was, perhaps she shouldn't have run off as quickly as she had. She couldn't really do anything about it now, so she kept an eye on the group from the other side of the room while she set her cup down on a ledge and pulled out her omni tool.

xxAfter a few moments of her blue fingertips dancing across the keyboard of her omni tool Orina had written a summary of her trip to the Virmire facility minus what had happened following her being knocked unconscious. The asari let a heavy breath escape her lips at the thought, hopefully Asari High Command wouldn't think they had sent the wrong person for the job. It was true that Orina was a justicar, but she was only just out of her training. She didn't need high command thinking her incompetent. "Tch..." A small scoff slipped through her lips as Orina pushed the draft button to save the message to be completed after she was filled in on the rest of the mission. High Command didn't have to agree with the way things ended, the crew was lucky enough to make it out alive in order to make a report, the asari just hoped they at least stalled the Dark Moons operation.

xxHer gaze moved up in time to catch the captain of the Amazon roll himself into the mess hall with the other asari a few steps behind. The two moved towards the gathering of crew mates at the tables were they jumped right into the conversation. A small smile threatened to tug on the corners of her mouth as she admired the way the crew interacted with each other. Captain Skipper's sudden outburst nearly caused Orina to drop the coffee mug she had just picked up, she tossed the captain an annoyed glance for a moment before he quickly switched the topic.

xxListening to the captain explain that they were going to be going after Cerberus next stirred something in the matron. Her head hanging as she lightly pinched the bridge of her nose with a light sigh. Why were they not following Duncan to wherever he had run off to? Orina opened her mouth to voice this opinion, though quickly shut her mouth when she remembered that the crew had made a quick exit of Virmire. It was likely the crew did not know which way to pursue their target, and nothing would be gained by sitting on their heels until he popped up again somewhere. Her thought process was interrupted by the sudden commotion at the tables as they began throwing bowls of food. Another annoyed sigh passed her lips as she made her way back to the table to take a seat near Na'al in order to listen to the mission brief. "It's like living with a group of small children...." Orina mumbled under her breath before taking her seat.

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•••••• ץσυя morals are мץ morals ...
•••••• Your ωιsнєs are my cσδє ...

•••••• ℓσcαтισи: USV Amazon - Mess Hall
•••••• ωιтн: Na'al, Veronica, Captain Skipper and other crew mates

[Captain Teeb]

Well I won't back down
No I won't back down
You can stand me up at the gates of HELL
And I won't back down

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Owyn just sat back and let the team do their thing, totally ignoring the cowl and cutlery that soared across the table to some poor soul's face. While it all went down Owyn finished his soup. It was piping hot at the very bottom as if it were still fresh from the bowl. Owyn addressed the team and spoke with an ascending pitch. "All right, all right!" he began, making sure all ears were on him. "I'm gonna get to my room. You should all do the same too, after today we're going to need the rest. G'night people." Owyn wheeled himself backwards from the table and turned, making his way towards the elevator. Soon enough Owyn arrived at his cabin and as soon as the doors closed the first thing that the Spectre did was put his hands on his desk and force himself to stand up. It took a little effort, but soon the Spectre was on his feet (albeit a little uncomfortably) and walking around his room. The Spectre sauntered about his cabin, wondering whether Nali remembered his offer and if she did, whether she'd actually come up.

Owyn didn't know why he cared so much. He hardly craved sex after only having it a couple of days ago. He just... wanted Nali's company, he guessed. Nothing wrong or strange with that, was there? He and the XO were close friends, and had been for a while. Owyn pushed the thoughts from his mind and sat down in his big, comfy chair at his desk and began looking through datapads before realising- s**t! he'd left his knife on Virmire. Not too big of a deal, he'd have Admiral Faust send a search party for it. It was hardly going anywhere after all.

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☾ Captain Skipper ☽ is...
[datcap'n]At : USV Amazon, Deck 1 [Captain's Cabin]
[datcap'n]With : Nobody
[datcap'n]Doing : Waiting
[datcap'n]Feeling : Anxiousness


[cap'n]No I'll stand my ground
[cap'n]Won't be turned around
[cap'n]And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
[cap'n]Gonna stand my ground
[cap'n]And I won't back down

[cap'n]Hey baby! there ain't no easy way out!
[cap'n]Hey I! will stand my ground!

[707sTYPO]

[mmdatass]Nali kind of wanted to sit and savor her food, but as soon as things started flying (initiated by the vorcha, what a shocker), she immediately began to feel uncomfortable and had even pulled her hand from Skipper's yet again. Just in case the situation escalated further and she needed to flee. Maybe she would start eating in her room when it was too crowded in the mess hall. It wasn't the first time the place had seen chaos, but there were usually more bottles involved, not bowls, and the atmosphere was starting to confuse the poor woman.

[mmdatass]After the captain had finished with his food, he left the table, suggesting rest for all of them. Thanks to certain shenanigans, she was left to finish her food without him (and she did manage to enjoy it), just a minute or so after he was gone. When the asari did finish, though, she stood from her seat, her empty bowl in her hand so she could take it back to the kitchen for cleaning.

[mmdatass]"Alright, you heard the man. Rest for everyone," she said, though her tone made it clear it was more a suggestion than an order. The XO looked to the other asari who'd fallen in combat earlier, "Especially you. You took a good hit today." Nali paused when she realize she might have just patronized a Justicar, so she mentally swallowed the sudden, metaphorical lump in her throat and continued, referring to her old spot in the crew quarters, "There should be an empty bunk in the ladies' cabin with Veronica and them. Let someone know if you need anything. They'll help you out." Alright, hopefully that sounded more like it was addressed to an esteemed guest rather than a frightened child at her first sleepover.

[mmdatass]Either way, Nali wanted to flee the scene. The Justicar still made her nervous, so she turned as smoothly as possible and left the bowl to be cleaned with the rest, nodding to any response that might've been thrown her way. To be honest, she was kind of tired, too, but the asari did have one stop to make before she would flop into her own bed. Thus, she disappeared alone behind the elevator doors and stepped out of the lift again once she reached the top deck, met by a pair of doors that opened upon her approach. Within, the first thing she noticed was an empty wheelchair followed by the galaxy's best captain seated at his desk.

[mmdatass]"Hey," she greeted him with a little wave as she approached the man. The maiden sat in the chair opposite him and folded her arms over the desk, leaning forward to set her chin on her crossed forearms and looking up at him from her rest. "You alright? You left kind of suddenly." Previous flirting aside, she really had come up to check on him. He did just lose a hand. Not to mention, it was the first time he'd seen Duncan (she assumed) since they'd "rescued" him from Kreen's carrier. That couldn't have been his favorite part of the day.

[mmdatass]...actually, it might have been. Again, previous flirting aside, so she wanted to believe.

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ｔｈｅ ａｍａｚｏｎ (ｃａｐｔａｉｎ`ｓ ｑｕａｒｔｅｒｓ)
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ｅｎ ｒｏｕｔｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ａｍａｚｏｎ ｃａｐｔａｉｎ`ｓ ｑｕａｒｔｅｒｓ ｃａｒｇｏ ｂａｙ ｃｉｃ ｅｌｅｖａｔｏｒ ｍｅｄｉｃａｌ ｍｅｓｓ ｈａｌｌ ｄｅｃｋ ｓｈｕｔｔｌｅ ｏｍｅｇａ ａｆｔｅｒｌｉｆｅ ｎｏｓ ａｓｔｒａ ｉｌｌｉｕｍ ｏｆｆｉｃｅ ｐｒｅｓｉｄｉｕｍ ａｐｏｌｌｏ`ｓ ｃａｆｅ ｅｎｇｉｎｅ ｒｏｏｍ ｖｉｒｍｉｒｅ ｃｅｌｌ ｆａｃｉｌｉｔｙ

ｆｉｒｅ ｔｅａｍ, ｎｏ ｏｎｅ, ｐｅｏｐｌｅ, ｓｈｏｒｅ ｐａｒｔｙ, ａｉ, ｊａｓｋ, ｋａｒｉｉ, ｍａｘｉｎｅ, ｎａ`ａｌ, ｏｒｉｎａ, ｏｔｉｕｍ, ｓｋｉｐｐｅｒ, ｖｅｒｏｎｉｃａ, ｍａｔｒｉａｒｃｈ ａｓｔａ, ｃｏｕｎｃｉｌ, ｄａｒｋ ｍｏｏｎｓ, ｄｕｎｃａｎ, ｅｒａｌｙｎｎ, ｆａｕｓｔ, ｈａｃｋｅｔｔ, ｌｅｒａｘ, ｌｙｒａｎａ, ｍｕｎｇｏ, ｓｅｒｇｅａｎｔ ｔｏｍ ｆｒｅｅｄｏｍ, ｖｉｋｅｎｔｉ, ｙｏｌａｎ ｔｅｒｒｉｓ,

ａｎｄ ｉｎｇ ｓａｎｓ ｏｔｈｅｒ ｉｎｈａｂｉｔａｎｔｓ

[thequeen-- barbie]

DR. MAXINE BRADLEY
» is there a doctor on board?
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location: the amazon (crew quarters)
with: None

Maxine chewed the end of an old ballpoint pen, a nasty habit she'd picked up in med school, as she read through file after file. She made a habit of memorizing names and information, just so it would click a little easier when she actually met the person. She took her pen from her mouth to tap it against her temple, closing out of Skipper's file (his being the last because she had to edit information on it). While she was mentally kicking herself for not eating, she had grown far too tired to care. She'd been busy even before boarding the Amazon, running around in the hospital back on the Citadel, but the added stress of a sudden transition had worn her out. 

She closed completely out of the console after sending a message to her mother. Max hadn't exactly been shown where she'd be staying, but the other medical officer (who's name she'd already forgotten in her exhausted stupor) had graciously shown her off to the crew quarters. While it wasn't swanky, it was enough. All she required was a bed and a footlocker anyways. She was a low maintenance woman--as if she had the choice to be anything otherwise. 

The doctor didn't even bother to change before claiming the vacant bunk for herself, only peeling her labcoat off and dumping it into her knapsack. That knapsack contained all she needed to get by in life. She collapsed backwards into her bed and covered her eyes with her head, passing out before she could even bother to lift her legs off of the floor.