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Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Artemis' brows rose up about as far as they could go at the sight of those very large turquoise eggs, and suddenly felt a little dubious about this omelet. She remember what Varro said, and that he was obviously very correct. But she laughed a bit at his story about the Warmaster, sipping at her vodka, her legs swinging back and forth slightly since the stack of crates was tall enough that her feet weren't touching the ground. She listened as Bronn told her what he and Varro did with themselves and the Harlot's Virtue, and she wasn't surprised, she'd sort of pegged them for the jack of all trades type. They weren't shift enough to be pure smugglers, or mean enough to be mercenaries or bounty hunters, but they had too much in the way of weaponry to just be into hauling cargo. They didn't fit into any category, which meant they probably fit into them all in one way or another. Artemis followed him to the table, sniffing at the air a bit. I've never killed anyone up close, she told him, which wasn't something she told everyone especially out here. People tended to think that just because you weren't a killer, you were a push over. Just because she had never killed though didn't mean she wouldn't. Even if it wasn't her preferred method for handling a situation. One of the advantages of being a fighter pilot is you don't have to see the people you shoot down, she shrugged. And of course when she'd fought the Geth at the Battle of the Citadel, it hadn't even been people she was killing, just machines, so she'd felt no guilt at all. She sat down and looked at the blue omelet, laughing a little to herself then looking at Bronn. You're pretty weird you know that? It was obvious from her tone though that she in no way meant that as an insult.
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn Seeing her expression at the meal he'd whipped up, Bronn dug in and tasted it. They're Turian Delenva eggs. Kind of like a big, four-legged turkey? You can metabolize it. And the meat is Klixen. I promise, it's GOT to be tastier than Earth Alliance combat ration paks. Bronn took another bite and smacked his chops. Tahlyn's gauche criticism to the contrary, my cooking's never killed anyone. But if you want ketchup, there's some in the chiller. He waved one stubby hand towards his fridge. Miss Chase, I'm hurt. Bronn held up a hand and looked wounded at her comment. That's deeply insensitive. Just because I'm Krogan you expect me to be terse and gruff and violent? If I suggested all humans were loud-mouthed and bigoted, you'd be offended wouldn't you? His serious expression dissolved into a grin. Well, alright. I am a little odd. Never fit in back home, and once I got off Tuchanka and started to see the galaxy I knew I never would. Spent too much time around aliens picking up their ideas. Especially you humans. He reached over and patted her on the head. You're just so interesting. So many ideas. So headlong. You make the Salarians seem slow and ponderous... no wonder you make the Citadel Council nervous. Bronn fell silent for a long moment, remembering other conversations he'd had on this topic. Long evenings talking with Professor Alekseyev about their two species' history. But coming back to killing... well, you'd be surprised how many folks manage to go their whole lives without killing anyone up close. It's not hard, though. That's the tragedy... anyone can do it. Pull the trigger and the light goes out, just like pressing a button. The Krogan shrugged. I don't much enjoy it, but it has paid well now and then. Shame, really, that I tend to get paid more for carrying guns than I do for building them. Some people just don't appreciate fine art. He gave an elaborate sigh and then glanced over at the door as Tahlyn joined them. Don't tell me you two are comparing kills already? The Turian smirked. Don't let this dinosaur fool you, human. He's a featherweight. Ask him to tell you about Froggy, you'll see what I mean. Bronn frowned and threw a glare at Tahlyn, but kept on eating as the Turian captain set down a pot of coffee and dished himself up some of the blue-green eggs. Tahlyn ate in silence, picking at each mouthful carefully and throwing the odd dirty look at Bronn. You put chilis in it. Why do you put chilis in everything? It's the universal spice. Bronn insisted. It's the one great Human discovery. Not even the Krogans found anything as good. Plus... I was out of Shrivv. Surrounded by barbarians. We all know that the best things to come from meeting Humans were chocolate and coffee. Tahlyn replied with a mock sneer. He poured himself a cup of coffee, then poured one for Artemis as he ate. tag
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Oh I'm sure it's miles better than MRE's, but they're not blue, she laughed a bit, forking her own a bit and taking a small, experimental bite. She decided she liked it and kept eating, unconsciously hunching over her plate and eating fast, like some one whose been in prison, or grew up with three older siblings who would eat anything in sight. They'd been like a plague of locusts. Anything that didn't get eaten fast enough had been snatched up and consumed. Artemis had also picked up the habit of hiding food from growing up with them, she'd driven her squad captain crazy with how she'd always seemed to produce a bag of candy out of nowhere to start munching on. She laughed though as he feigned at being insulted. No, we're pretty obnoxious, she shrugged, she'd need a couple extra digits to be able to count how many times she'd been called that particular word, and we've got our fair share of bigots. You should meet my dad. Her green eyes rolled a bit, and she decided she'd rather they didn't meet her dad. Artemis gave him an affectionate grin when he patted her on the head, laughing a little as she ate. She was glad at least some one didn't hate her species, seemed like just about everyone else did. Which she thought was unfair because she liked most aliens just fine. She looked up when Tahlyn joined them, giving him a small nod in greeting and laughing a little under breath. Artemis liked the chili peppers for one, she'd always had a fondness for spicy food. But she grinned when Tahlyn poured her some coffee, pulling the cup towards her, Amen to that. She pushed her plate aside, having already eaten as much as Bronn had on his plate, and sipped at her coffee since she'd already drunk all her vodka, which had numbed her mouth nicely. Her lip was a little swollen, but nothing too bad. Thanks for letting me stay here a bit, by the way, since I don't think I said that yet, she told them between sipping her coffee, looking between the two of them.
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn What's wrong with blue? 'S a good colour. Bronn argued as he finished his food and then grinned as Artemis wolfed down her portion. Ha. Knew it would grow on you. Always does. Like an infection. Tahlyn put in, downing his coffee as he bit into one of the chunks of spicy pepper. Oh I'm sure your father would love Bronn, the Turian put in, looking sidelong at his engineer. Bronn pretended not to be listening. A walking talking testament to interspecies cooperation, this lizard. It's a lot easier being magnanimous when you're big enough to tear their arms off and beat them with the damp end. Bronn said primly, besides, I'll bet I could talk him around. Krogan and Humans have so much in common. Tahlyn put down his fork and slid his plate away half-eaten. Bronn sighed and stole it, digging in with gusto as his boss leaned forward and folded his arms. We're pulling out in the morning. Headed for an old Krogan colony. Garvug, in the Valhallan Threshold. Varro looked at Artemis. If you want a ride, we can make a fuelling stop along the way and drop you somewhere. We'll need to discharge the engines anyways. Bronn looked up and grinned, but Tahlyn shot him a glare before he opened his big mouth. Ride's not free. You travel on the Harlot and you work your passage. We've got maintenance that needs doing, and I could use a backup pilot too. The less time I spend in the cockpit, the more I can spend making sure we're ready when we get where we're going. Standing up, the Turian nodded to her and turned to go. I'll be in my quarters. If you decide to stay, come let me know. If not, you know where the hatch is. Without waiting for her to respond, Tahlyn strode out, leaving the cargo bay's hatch open behind him. Bronn kept quiet for a few seconds, then collected the dishes and took them to the sonic washer he used for getting the oxides off weapons components, stacking them inside and turning it on. As it began to thrum, he started humming the theme song to a recent holo-blockbuster. It was based on the story of Commander Shepard and her fight against Saren, a lot of the critics were calling it humanocentric propaganda for its portrayal of the Citadel Council, but it was wildly popular all the same. tag
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Oh I love blue, Artemis laughed, My favorite color actually. Just not for omelets. She shrugged and smiled a little, Eggs on earth are yellow and white. Even on Elysium growing up when they'd had eggs on rare occasion usually when they went out for breakfast they'd been from imported chickens raised on the colony so they'd been a soft yellow color, since she preferred her eggs scrambled. She frowned a bit though when they talked of Bronn winning her father over, I seriously doubt it Bronn... but if you did I'd give you a medal. Artemis just shook her head a bit. Her father was without a doubt one of the most stubborn people she'd ever met. Why her mother put up with him she'd never know. Her mother wasn't closed minded, she did perhaps prefer the company of humans since she'd grown up in a time when humanity still thought themselves the only life in the galaxy, but she didn't hate aliens, she treated them often at her clinic. But if her father had his way every alien on Elysium would be kicked out and it'd be a human exclusive colony. She looked at Tahlyn though as he leaned forward and told her that they'd be leaving in the morning, and that she could catch a ride with them, though it was quickly clarified that she wouldn't be riding for free. That didn't really bother Artemis, she didn't like charity, she probably would have offered some sort of help for a ride anyway. He didn't really give her the chance to answer though, leaving before she could do so, making her frown a bit at his back. Artemis got up after a moment and wandered over to Bronn, Yeah, definitely not the friendliest of Turians, She laughed a bit. As contrary to popular belief among most humans she knew, there were friendly Turians. She'd met a couple herself. Tahlyn was not among them. He wasn't an asshole or anything, well, a bit, but so much that she wanted to punch him in the face. I think I'll take him up on his offer but... I actually have a few belongings I'd like to get from where I've been staying, She let out a sigh, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, looking at the Krogan, Think you'd be up for playing body guard for about an hour? She asked with a grin. She wouldn't past those little loan shark bastards to have some one waiting for her at that shitty little motel. She just hoped they hadn't stolen her stuff, there was nothing of actual value, but a few sentimental things she'd rather not part with, and her clothes of course.
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn Bronn turned away from clearing up. The rest of his lair might be cluttered but the kitchen he'd built for himself was scrupulously clean. As he was sweeping the last of the trash into the 'cycler, he shrugged. Actually, I'd say he was being pretty friendly. At least from baseline Tahlyn. Should have seen how glad he was when I signed on, and I'd just hauled his scaly butt out of a gunfight. The Krogan turned thoughtful for a moment. Though he might just have been cranky because he got shot. No one really likes getting shot. Clapping her on the shoulder, hard enough to almost knock her flat, Bronn grinned broadly. Figured you'd take him up on it. Figured he'd make you an offer. His grey-green eyes gleamed. Confidentially, Tahlyn's a bit of a crap pilot. He can handle the Harlot because she's not much of a flyer, but he hasn't got any flair. But you didn't seem like the merchant type, and you didn't act like you were just slumming, so I figured you were probably a pilot. The way you moved, I figured ex-military. Seemed like a good hire, I would have suggested it if those Salarians hadn't showed up. The Krogan smirked. Keep quiet about it, though. Varro really doesn't like being manipulated. Especially not by his big dumb Krogan sidekick. The smirk turned into a downright evil grin. Don't look shocked. Someone's got to wipe his nose and make sure his boots are tabbed. Bronn chuckled and walked towards his workbench. Besides, some new company on board would be a nice change... and you don't cheat at cards. He hauled down a heavily modified M-76 Revenant light MG and checked the action. The stock and handgrips were heavily engraved with the same curling vine pattern that ran along the edges of his crest. Haven't played bodyguard in a while, but Lady Shiagur could use some exercise. Snapping a pair of heat sinks in, he watched the little display on side as the diagnostic ran and the capacitors charged. Collapsing it, he clipped it to his back and then slung a heavy satchel over his shoulder, tucking more heat sinks into pouches on its strap. Touching his comm, he paged Tahlyn. Boss, we're going on a field trip. Need anything from the market? The com beeped softly, then crackled and Tahlyn's dry tones came back. Grocery shopping's your job, Kurrlok. You two have fun, but if you aren't back by curfew, you're grounded. The comm chimed off and Bronn began walking down the racks of weapons, tapping his chin thoughtfully. Looks like we've got permission to go play. He said, picking up a Carnifex and examining it before setting it back down. Are you happy with that pistol you're toting, or would you like to try one of mine? Not that I really expect trouble, but you can never be too rich, good looking or well armed. Thick fingers tapped the butt of a Kassa Hornet SMG and then gestured at a row of pistols, an open offer for Artemis to see if there was anything she liked. tag
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Artemis lifted her eye brows when Bronn told her that that was Tahlyn being pretty friendly, Well then I'm glad he decided not to be an ass... She muttered under her breath. Artemis knew she couldn't take him in a fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try if pushed. She was perfectly aware of the fact that she had rather poor impulse control, especially when she was pissed off. She'd tried to curb her temper for years to no avail, the best she could do was try to avoid people and situations that would set her off. But no, generally, no one much likes getting shot, she herself had never had the misfortune, but she figured it was only a matter of time. Her knees buckled a bit under the weight of the Krogan's hand as he clapped her on the shoulder, but she managed not to stumble, instead she just grinned a bit that Bronn seemed so pleased that she was deciding to stick around. He just invited me to stay until you guys could drop me off somewhere else Bronn, not hire me or something, she shrugged at him. She really didn't get why he was so happy about having her along, but she wasn't going to complain. It got her out of the danger of having a bunch of Vorcha set on her at any minute and she liked Bronn and the Harlot's Virtue, the jury was still out on Tahlyn. Overall though, it was an agreeable situation. Artemis had to admit that for all the stupid things she did and bad situations she got into herself in with her impetuous nature, occasionally it seemed to work in her favor. She followed Bronn over to his work bench, watching him select his guns from the racks, and grinning a bit when they got the all clear from Tahlyn. She blinked a bit though as he offered one of his own to replace her pistol. She pulled hers out of it's holster, eying it a bit. It was just a Kessler pistol, a bit dated by now, but it had served her faithfully. With a small sigh she decided that Bronn was right though, you could never be too well-armed, especially on Omega. So she set it on the work bench and grabbed the Carnifex that he had set down, always having had a fondness for pistols, and a Tempest for a little more flair though she'd take the accuracy of a pistol over the quantity of an SMG any day. Tucking the weapons away she looked at Bronn and nodded, Alright, let's go.
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn When she told him that she was just hitching a ride, Bronn smiled. You don't know the Turian. He just let me book passage to Tuchanka and back. That was... his expression turned thoughtful, as though he was thinking complicated thoughts. Nine or ten months ago, in Terran reckoning. Your calendar is really kind of a mess, you know. The fractions give me a headache. But what's important is - odds Tahlyn offers you a job before we make landfall again? Pretty good. If you're as shit-hot as most Alliance fighter pilots, they get even better. He watched her pick out a couple of his toys, and handed her a handful of heatsinks for them. Varro's cagey. He likes to be sure before he does anything. Doesn't trust anyone too far. Not like yours truly. He picked up the Kessler and examined it several times. As he toyed with the pistol, his expression grew very concentrated and he began to disassemble it with a grunt. He had the gun broken down into its major components and was looking down the barrel with a critical eye when she announced she was ready to go. For a moment, the Krogan looked almost disappointed, but he set the barrel down with the rest of the parts on his diagnostic bench and dusted his hands. Sorry. Haven't seen one of these in a while. Hahne-Kedar do some nice work. Give me a day or two and I can bring this little darling right up to speed, have her purring like a naughty kitty. His deep, rumbling chortle filled the air and he turned and led her back to the ship's docking hatch. Pulling his own Tempest, he checked the load again and slipped it back into the low-slung varren leather holster on his left hip. Well, you know the way, Miss Chase. Let's go get your stuff. From the look on his face, he was hoping for trouble, even if he wasn't expecting it. tag
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Artemis didn't really know what to say about Bronn implying that Tahlyn would likely hire her. She wouldn't lie, that sounded pretty awesome to her. Steady employment was very welcome at this point. She would have settled for far less savory work at this point just to have some sort of money coming in, so the prospect of being able to fly the Harlot's Virtue sounded like heaven to her. Still though, she tried not to get her hopes set on it. She opened her mouth to protest when he start to disassemble her pistol, feeling a little protective of it, but she sighed and just watched. She had to remind herself that Bronn actually knew what he was doing, and that she'd just decided to replace it with a couple of his own weapons. So she smiled a bit when he offered to get it up to speed, That'd be great. She laughed, I've had that gun a long time, I'd hate to part with it. She hadn't gone so far as to name it, knowing her terrible sense of humor she'd probably continue her Greek mythology theme, but still, she was fond of the little gun. She let him lead the way out but once they were outside the docks she lead him to the run down motel she'd been shacking up in. She saw no sign of her little friends anywhere on the way in, and in the small room she grabbed her belongings and stuffed them all in the military duffel bag she carried. She opened the drawer of the night stand where she had several bags of candy stashed, opening one and popping a gummy bear in her mouth before she put them in the duffel bag as well. The last thing to go was a stuffed animal, well really a pillow made to resemble a panda in shape and color. It took a bit of effort but she finally got it in and zipped the bag up, looking around quickly to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Guess that's it, She slung the bag over her shoulder and moved past the Krogan towards the door to leave. Artemis was greeted with the the muzzle of a rifle in her face when she opened the door, seeing a very battered Salarian on the other end. Miss Chase, he sneered, You just had to make things difficult didn't you? Yeah, kind of my thing you know? She shrugged, seeming unconcerned about the gun in her face.
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn Taking in her worry as he'd fiddled with her pistol, he patted her on the shoulder as they made their way through downside Omega. The Kessler was a good little slugthrower. I don't see the need for heavy pistols, honestly. If you need that much bulk, you're better hauling something like a shotgun or rifle. It's not THAT much bigger, and most of you little folks need two hands to handle a Carnifex anyways. But trust me, a few days with your pistol and she'll be better than she was when they shipped her from the factory. New feed ramp, extended barrel, gyroscopic recoil compensation and my own patented dual heat mitigation system. Bronn grew even more animated talking about his work, if that were possible. Ask nicely, I'll even throw in a set of holosights. He grinned, flexing his fingers as though eager to get back so he could start tearing it down even further. Folks are too easy to toss away the old things. If it works, hang onto it. I'm still not sold on the disposable heat sinks. Short term firepower versus long term logistics problems... There's got to be a better way to increase firepower, right? His philosophical ramblings weren't really anything but thinking out loud. Bronn didn't seem to expect a reply, he didn't even seem to be talking to Artemis anymore as she led him into her little hotel and up to the room she'd been sleeping in. Bronn helped her collect her things and seemed very interested in the panda but he didn't ask any questions as Artemis was stuffing it into her bulging duffel. Why don't you let me carry that? He asked her. It's gotta mass almost a third what you do. That's... my left leg? Not even. He was reaching for it when he saw the gun muzzle and stepped backwards, folding his arms. Veno, right? Look, you're obviously in a bad mood. Granted, last time you two saw each other some things were said, but both of you need to remember one thing. The large and dangerous Krogan with a short temper and poor impulse control. Bronn moved forward and held up a canister. It wasn't large, not much bigger than a can of soda, but it had some very frightening warning signs on it. Biohazard Trefoils AND the Citadel Glyph for Active Nanotech. This is a canister of my very own Pirahna Nano. It attacks carbon based organic molecules and has a half life of ten minutes. There's enough in this canister to reduce everyone in the hotel to half-melted skeletons on piles of goo. So why don't you put down that gun and go somewhere safer? Bronn tapped the canister against the muzzle of Veno's rifle. tag