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

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[apt]"Just wanted to say 'Hello, I'm Ryan,' so we could break off the staring before it got monotonous." He spoke to the vorcha without a hint of annoyance in his voice despite the suspicion rather evidently directed his way. Before he could comment on the broader reason for his following Nali over, his attention was torn yet again into the ring as the last several hits went down. Strangely, neither of the combatants wound up dead, though they were both seriously worse for wear. Even more strangely, it was the human who had triumphed, and just to keep the what-the-hell meter skyrocketing, Owyn Skipper still had it in him to make wisecracks. Ryan was fairly certain that after surviving anything remotely like that, he would scarcely have managed an internal monologue about how lucky lucky lucky he was today.

[apt]The question was moot, of course, since he would rather definitely have died. But hey. That was why he didn't jump into arenas with angry krogans. He turned back to the vorcha, train of thought now thoroughly interrupted, but with a distant recollection that he had been attempting to introduce himself, and managed to mostly replace his current look of astonishment with the original half-smile. "So hello," he said. "I'm Ryan." As tempting as it was to respond with an offhand comment to some of the things the others were saying, he managed to resist. In the first place, they weren't exactly talking to him and he didn't exactly want to annoy them before working with them.

[apt]And in the second place, he was pretty sure anything he attempted to say in that direction would come out along the lines of 'How exactly are you still standing?'

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[Captain Teeb]

"I'm like a freaking dead people factory."
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"Dammit Skipper, your real job is to give me heart attacks, I swear."

Owyn began a hearty chuckle, which soon broke down into a series of "Ow! ow ow ow..." as the recently victorious combatant clutched his side and massaged his rib. It wasn't long before Velorix began fussing over him, which brought out more "Ow!"s before Skipper finally fussed Velorix off of him with a smirk on his face "And yours is apparently to poke everything that hurts." he said, his left bruised eye closed with the swelling. "Hey! Now neither of us can see s**t!" he said with a powerful laugh at his own joke, which turned into him grimacing in pain and bending over in pain. "Ooohh.... it hurts to insult people..." he said, forcing himself to straighten back up. He then remembered the medigel he'd been given, which he quickly applied to his gut... he'd been headbutted and punched a lot there...

Immediately feeling some relief, the currently one-eyed Owyn smiled a rather... gruesome smile. What with his busted lip trickling slight bits of blood into his mouth. Owyn remedied that by spitting it onto the ground at his feet as he put his hands on his lips and smiled a clean smile. Nali soon approached with a pale-faced human, calling him a "new techie" and asking to keep him. Skipper shook his head, massaging one of his temples with the middle and index fingers on his right hand before approaching the new human and holding out his hand for an introduction. "Hey. Owyn Skipper. Former Spectre and galaxy-renowned badass." he said, wincing slightly.
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Where is he? Omega: Valhalla Arena
And who's he with? Shore Party + Ryan
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[apt]Oh good. An excuse to talk to him. With an apologetic last look at the vorcha, Ryan took Skipper's hand and shook it somewhat gingerly. Sure, he had just shown excellent evidence of being more indestructible than the average human being, but bones were bones. The ones in the hands were relatively small. Relatively breakable. And he had just slammed them numerous times into a very solid-looking behemoth of a krogan. There was only so much armor could do.

[apt]Then again, he had also slammed his skull into the aforementioned krogan, and that still looked intact. Relatively speaking, of course.

[apt]So. How exactly are you still standing?

[apt]"Ryan Ward. Failed biotic and unappreciated genius." He introduced himself as shortly as the other had, expression still frozen in the half-smile since his I-do-not-freaking-believe-this face had finally worn out its welcome. Despite the decreasing likelihood of the scenario, there was still a part of him that expected Skipper to keel over suddenly, whether it be from massive internal bleeding or nerve signals finally reaching his brain.

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[Captain Teeb]

"I'm like a freaking dead people factory."
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Owyn shook the hand as best he could -- which wasn't very well -- before rearing both of his arms back and folded them, before wincing and groaning in pain. That was uncomfortable, his whole body ached. Owyn immediately got rid of that stance and returning to a more casual and relaxed one, mouthing another "ow" before speaking again. "Good to know you." he said simply, before speaking as slowly as he'd allow himself; it hurt to speak. "So. I hear you want to join our merry men?" he asked, before remembering the two non-male members of his team. "Plus lesbian and asari." he said entirely seriously, though it likely sounded rather comical to those around the Captain.

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Where is he? Omega: Valhalla Arena
And who's he with? Shore Party + Ryan
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[The Blurry Surrealist]

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Velorix immediately withdrew his hands after Skipper pointed out that he was doing more harm than help and settled for giving the man worried looks in between paying attention to Nali. So, they were recruiting the pale-staring-man? They did need an engineer, but it all seemed a bit odd to him, especially since the crew was normally too busy being paranoid and fighting each other to keep an eye out for helping hands. That said-- or thought, rather-- this 'Ryan' man didn't seem all that suspicious or evil. For now. Velorix still planned to keep his eye on the new human just in case.

He was a bit too preoccupied for introductions as Skipper continued his 'ow'ing, even going so far as to make a joke about the Turian's one eye. He couldn't help but chuckle and resisted the urge to nudge Owyn in the ribs, instead settling for a light tap on the arm. Hardly a punch. "We're officially the coolest space pirates in existence. Arrr." Pausing for a beat, the Infiltrator's one good eye went to their Asari friend, though his comment was still directed at Skipper. "Nali can be First Mate. She's got enough booty for the both of us."

...Right. They had a guest-and-soon-so-be-crewmember. Now wasn't the time for bro-ing around... then again, if Ryan was staying for good, he'd better get used to it. Clearing his throat, the Turian stood straight and waited until Owyn was done the handshake before extending his own hand in greeting. "Velorix Arkasus. Ex-Spectre and right-hand to Mister Badass here."

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[apt]Ryan dropped his hand back to his side as Skipper shifted in apparent discomfort. "...I would," he confirmed. "At least, so long as you guys aren't setting up shop here." Unlikely, given Nali's question about how attached he was to Omega, and given the slow but sure influx of bounty hunters that would undoubtedly descend after what had just taken place. But you could never be sure. From what Ryan could tell Skipper hadn't actually been directing the group until recently, and, well, Skipper was obviously a little mental. It was entirely possible he would decide to stay and eat people.

[apt]He shook Velorix' hand as he had Skipper's, though without the caution. Another ex-Spectre? Curious indeed. That either qualified this group as twice as safe or twice as screwed. Or maybe, just maybe, the two of them would balance each other out. "Glad to meet you."

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[707sTYPO]

❝If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.❞

[kitties!]Though it didn't really show on her face, the asari actually found it quite amusing every time Skipper ow'd every time he moved or was so much as touched. Of course, she normally didn't take pleasure in people's pain, but she was still kind of miffed at him for (1) jumping into the ring in the first place and (2) that new "decree" he'd placed. ...and thanks to that decree, Nali couldn't punch him, so she had to find satisfaction somehow. This would have to do.

[kitties!]Damn right you remember to mention us, she thought to herself when Skipper tacked her and Veronica to the end of his question, We can be important, too. Kind of. Sometimes... She kept it to herself, but that wasn't that hard when the conversation continued between the two human males and then Velorix. As soon as pirates was mentioned, she remembered all the information on Earth pirates she'd picked up over the years. It probably wouldn't have been that much if she hadn't worked with a human before who would go arr! every time they did something remotely pirate-y.

[kitties!]Booty was money, wasn't it? Loot? The statement confused the asari a bit. "But I actually don't--oh," Nali stopped herself mid-admission when she realized it was more a joke than a statement. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up to the turian with what would've been an expression of annoyance hadn't it been for the crooked grin that'd stretched out across her lips as she tried not to laugh.


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'K r o g a n'
" Kill, or kill lots.
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Was Thinking About: ..................

"I'm your boss now, big guy- wake up- My ship"

Those fragments of chatter from Skipper were the last things he remembered before he blacked out and taken away, but even in his dreams he was angry. Angry at Skipper, angry at Omega, angry at Valhalla, angry at just about anything that wasn't the Amazon Crew (again, barring Skipper), but mostly? Mostly he was angry with himself. He underestimated this human. He wasn't fully prepared for this fight and he had FAILED his battlemaster. there seemed to be distant voices as he was carried off by the humans that seemed hollow in his mind, something about how heavy he was or that he wouldn't stop squirming...it didn't matter: the only thing that made sense in his mind right now was rage...he wanted to rip that human apart with his bare hands and feed him to the vorcha (No offense to Jask, of course)! This wasn't over...he would restore the honor of Clan Amazon and Battlemaster Nali! He was apparently drooling idly as a distant, gunshot, thud and shouting were all heard before he heard a closer thud as the krogan hit the floor with the sound of light feet running off in a panic back the way they came.

Silence. There wasn't that strange feeling of floating while moving anymore. The thud of Afterlife was echoing in his brain and started to cause him to stir as his eyes opened to see the blurry world around him but something felt different, as if he had been reborn- No that wasn't it, for at that moment Krogan/Tank rolled over and spewed some sort of bloody bile from his maw, letting out an agitated grunt as he fumbled about to try and get onto his feet, planting boots and claws loosely on the ground before his right arm slipped in his vomit and he face planted into the ground again. It took some time for him to roll to the wall to support his weight getting up, and several blinks before the various shapes around him started to make sense:

There was a dead human nearby, apparently one of the medics who'd dragged him out of the arena (not that he knew that), as well as a crate nearby, on the side was a single word etched in the blood of the human: Tank. He staggered over to it out of curiosity (after all, only a krogan would write a message like that...or a madman.) before stumbling and planting his claws on the lid to prevent himself from falling over. He looked up towards the way they'd come in to Omega in the first place and just waited for a while before lazily pushing the crate across the floor, the beat from Afterlife drowning out most of the noise it made while doing so...time to go back to the ship it seems...he'd open the crate later.

Currently Thinking About: Nothing right now.

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└ "Oh...you said incapacitate? I thought you said decap- Errr, I mean- Nothing!"~ Krogan. ┘

[Captain Teeb]

"I'm like a freaking dead people factory."
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"My booty." Owyn clarified to Ryan as soon as Velorix spoke up, then moved on to Ryan's confirming the fact that he wanted to join the Amazon crew as an engineer. Skipper raised his signature eyebrow, thinking. On the one hand, Skipper was in no position to trust a complete stranger. On the other hand, they did need an engineer and if things went south, Skipper could just shoot the b*****d. "Sure thing man." Owyn said, stretching happily as his pain slowly subsided. Owyn thrust his index finger into the air, the his arm along with it as he began his stride out of the arena. "Everybody out! We're going back to the ship!" he exclaimed.

-- Two Hours Later --

Throughout the halls of the Amazon rang Owyn's voice over the intercom. "People, this is your Captain speaking! Before we take off, I want everyone in the CIC now." he finished. Meanwhile, in the Captain's cabin, Owyn was still in his armour applying the very last of the medigel that Taelon had provided him with after giving him a quick runover -- and a good scolding at that... -- and when he was done, he'd left the cabin and made his way toward the elevator. As he entered it, Skipper didn't think about what he had to say to the crew; only that right now he was fuming. The alcohol and adrenaline had worn off, and despite the fact that he was back on his beloved ship with his beloved crew with the beloved prefix of "Captain" in front of his name, all he could think about was Duncan McFarrell.

How the universe loved that treacherous b*****d, how he "saved" the Council from an event he orchestrated himself. And how he used to be Skipper's best friend for four years. Doesn't hear from him for two decades only to get framed and sent on the run from the goddamn Galaxy, and find out that he was the leader of the Galaxy's biggest and most mysterious mercenary army. Inhaling and exhaling deeply and angrily, Skipper found himself on the CIC soon enough and left the elevator, walking up to the Galaxy map and standing over it, yelling out to all those talking who'd assembled in the room. "All right bitches, listen up!" as the room fell silent.

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Where is he? SSV Amazon, CIC
And who's he with? Entire Crew
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[The Blurry Surrealist]

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Velorix had made his way onto the ship after getting acquainted with Ryan-- by 'acquainted' he meant 'saying hello'-- and almost followed Skipper around for an hour. He really wanted to make sure his friend was okay but being a shadow was really overdoing it, and the Turian eventually retired to his quarters when Taelon deemed Owyn (relatively) healthy. He idled about and messed with some of his model ships before an announcement from the Captain called him over to the CIC. Over to the elevator he went and to the designated meeting area where everyone else would be gathering soon to hear Skipper speak.

((Brain fart. Forgive the short postie.))

[707sTYPO]

❝If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.❞

[kitties!]"My booty," Nali quietly corrected the captain in a little bit of a huff. The Goddess knew how much she'd missed these fools, but since when did people start placing claim on her...loot? Either way, as the group eventually began to shuffle out of the arena and toward the docks, Nali caught herself casting a couple of glances toward the exit where the stretcher guys had taken Krogan. She didn't really like them getting back to the ship without him, especially since he'd just had a light Skipperization done, but when she thought about it, there wasn't much she could do. She didn't even know where he'd been taken.

[kitties!]Regardless, two hours later, if one were to walk into the cargo bay and look at one particular corner of the hold, one would see a loose-knit blanket draped over a large lump on top of a couple of crates. Under that blanket was Nali, curled up and napping happily, knowing she had her spot back and dreaming about...actually, that was anyone's guess, but with the smile on her face, it had to have been something good. ...well, to Nali, at least.

[kitties!]"People, this is your Captain speaking! Before we take off, I want everyone in the CIC now."

[kitties!]Skipper's voice over the intercom woke her up immediately, and hadn't it been for such a delightful nap, she would have had to double-take to make sure it was actually him. After all, the restful sleep was only because he and Velorix were back. Still, he didn't sound all too happy over the speakers, so she rolled off the crates, tossed her balled-up blanket behind them, and made her way up to the CIC, bumping into a few people in the elevator since it was--for some reason--the only one they had.

[kitties!]The lift finally reached its destination, and Nali joined everyone as they piled into the CIC to await the captain's address.


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[Jiggy_Jr]

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As soon as they'd gotten back to the ship, Jask had cast a glance at the others and began wandering the halls. He still liked exploring the ship, even though he pretty much knew where everything was by now. But he needed something to do that wasn't acknowledging that there was a new human on the ship. He was being wary of the human, even more-so than he usually would if they were to take on a new crew member. He hadn't even been this cautious when they'd brought Krogan on board; but this time especially.

He supposed it was because of everything that had happened to them in the past year. Nothing they did seemed to go in their favour, and the tension aboard the ship had gotten so thick that the crew had even been beginning to fight among themselves. How could they just bring someone else in? He didn't understand that it was that desperation that had lead them to invite Ryan aboard. They really could use an engineer.

The vorcha came to a stop at the shooting range and peeked in to watch all the other Amazon-personnel practicing. Everyone seemed to be using the room more and more lately. Though whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, he wasn't sure. He watched them practice for a moment before hissing to himself in frustration, and continuing his walk down the halls.

In all honesty, he was glad Skipper was back again; and he was glad that Nali was no longer captain (even though she wasn't nearly as bad at the job as he perceived her to be), but unbeknownst to him, what was bothering him the most was the same thing as Skipper: Duncan. Although for completely different reasons. He missed the human's company. And he wanted those damn chocolate bars. But mostly the company thing.

He continued to walk down the halls until he heard Skipper's voice sound over the intercom system, telling them all to go to the CIC. He was lucky, he had already been heading in that direction during his walk, and it didn't take him long before he arrived in the room with the others.

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[Solid Snake in the Box]

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'K r o g a n'
" Kill, or kill lots.
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Was Thinking About: RAWR!

He sat indifferently in the cargo hold on top of the crate he'd brought on board, which he was currently using as a door to guard his little hide-y hole, glowering at anyone who got within striking distance...in other words, he was glaring at anyone who wasn't Blue or his Battlemaster. Yes, he was still pissed. and yes he didn't even react when Skipper's voice went off on the interco- wait wait-...no never mind he's just shifting so he can scratch his hindquarters. He didn't care what this 'Skipper' had to say, in fact he probably wasn't going to even LISTEN to anything the human said unless it either was along the lines of "Let's go kill crap" or "Yeah Nali's Chief and I'm an a*****e."...

...he wasn't sure which he was looking forward to Skipper saying, though the first seemed MUCH more likely. He lowered his head and avoided eye contact as his battlemaster walked by and he found himself feeling...bad? It was empty anger, without the urge to pummel something to death. He knew the word for it: Guilt, but- he'd never really experienced it until then. Sliding off the crate he turned around to face the crate, pressing a claw against the name given to him by that Batarian those...times, ago. It wasn't something he liked, if anything it helped encourage him to slaughter his enemies. he slide the lid off delicately and peered inside with a gloomy look that soon turned into a puzzled face: It was an old suit of krogan battle armor, complete with a matching yet modern helmet for low oxygen situations. Both pieces were dirty and it's paint job tarnished from bullets and decades of blood: he could practically SMELL the wars this suit had been through, and this made him let out a nostalgic sigh.

He let out a happy grunt as he lifted the helmet up and to the side, looked side to side awkwardly and started removing his makeshift armor and pants, only to crawl inside his alcove to finish doing so, emerging in the old silver and red armor, lifting the helmet up and onto his head, and as he locked it in the suit's batteries burst into life and the helmet's hud flickering multiple times before finally staying on, showing it's shields charge up to full strength. This was all new and weird to him, yet old and...comforting. It was then he spied the object at the bottom of the crate and blinked, the glowing eye slits on both sides of his helmet flickering in response: isn't that one of those omni-tools? Looks used. He reached down and readied it, looking to the glowing interface on his arm as the holographic image of a krogan appeared: Raik Turon.

"I read about part of your past...and by read I mean I choked the ringleader until he gave me your file: Found at a Blue Sun lab. Dead krogan everywhere, including...hnnngh. Okeer...you have strong genes, and yet- You have something that krogan do not have: Compassion. I do not know why you chose to spare an old man like myself, but-" the holographic image looked down to it's feet before pacing back and forth, claw rubbing the back of his crest, "...The armor suit I have left for you was worn by my father in the Krogan Rebellions, and by myself in my youth...I would like you to wear it. I have no children of my own and- you may not be of my or any clan, but I want you to be the third Raik to wear it. Wear it and kill some Turians for me...Son."

The message flickered off and Krogan couldn't help but snickered and utter aloud,'Hah! Third Reich. Humans and their stupid wars..." Then the strangest thing happened: He turned, made his way to the elevator, and emerged behind everyone else in his newfound armor, eye slits flickering as he looked down to Jask for a moment, and gave him a pat on the shoulder before turning his attention to Skipper: the eye slits dimmed as if they were glowering.

Currently Thinking About: Too late, now you're DEAD!

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└ "Oh...you said incapacitate? I thought you said decap- Errr, I mean- Nothing!"~ Krogan. ┘

[JesterXI]

"I reckon we should set a vending machine on fire and toss it out the window! Viva la Resistance!"



" I dunno... Assassin? New crew member? Jealous ex, all of the above? None of the above or only the second and third... I'm gonna go with new guy as Nali hasn't killed him yet. He really need's to some sun... the guys paler then death". Veronica turned back to the fight with a grin on her face, it didn't last long however as a rather shocking site greeted her eyes. Krogan had been beaten.

Veronica stared wide eyed into the arena, Krogan had lost and that meant Veronica had lost the bet. She sighed and leaned over a rail momentarily, without looking up at the most likely grinning drell she said " You'll get your credits by the end of next week... give or take a month. Bloody useless people eater.. can't even beat- cursed Skipper resistance". After her little disappointed mumbling session she walked over to greet Skipper as he made his way towards the crew. He immediatly took his injuries in stride and made many a joke about them in his typical fashion, Veronica chuckled to herself, their Captain was back to his old self again. It turned out the pale guy did want to join the crew! He was a biotic! Which was awesome because Veronica isn't the only one.

They crew were eventually back on the familiar and safe ship The Amazon, it was the only place where Veronica felt truly safe. She had been keeping to herself while everyone was off doing their own thing. She was still a little sore about the lost bet... she still had pay off Otium, maybe he'd forgotton? However there would be time for thinking about that later as Skipper's voice boomed across the entire ship, they wre all summoned to CIC. Veronica made her way up there to find some others had beaten her there already.

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noli me vocare, ego te vocabo

[apt]After a slight detour to grab the rest of his things, Ryan found himself at the Amazon, excited despite himself. The ship was, to put it bluntly, freaking awesome. He would never have missed Omega to begin with, but the frigate drove any lingering thoughts on the station completely out of his mind. For lack of any specific directions, he spent the next two hours reading schematics, keeping an eye out for the vorcha, and introducing himself to the rest of the tech people, whose numbers seemed to be sorely lacking. Terrible thing, of course, but lucky for him, though he was decent enough not to say it out loud.

Another thought he refrained from voicing went what in the hell is a CIC? Every possible definition of the term which came to mind included the word 'code' at the end. And that disqualified all of them from making any sense.

A moment of hesitation, and he settled for following other people. One cramped elevator ride with vaguely familiar figures led to what must be the appropriate location. He was going to have to look up this new terminology later. But right now, he stood somewhat off to the side of the rapidly expanding group. Straightening his jacket with a tug, he folded his hands behind him and listened.

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exitus acta probat