[right][sup][color=cf9a9a][h3]Daro'Shuris nar Konesh[/h3][/color][/sup][/right]
[color=cf9a9a][b]"It's fine, nothing I'm not used to,"[/b][/color] she said over the private comms before clicking out with a tap on her wrist. Daro nodded to the Asari as they moved on towards the fortification Masf'Taalun vas Halazi had given them directions to. So silent was their group that she could only hear her own breathing, truncated by the creaks and groans of Omega's damaged districts. She boosted her shields with a bit of extra power, just in case she was sniped as they stepped into the bright floodlights.

She didn't even have time to muster up some tired offense at the term [i]suit-breather[/i] before she looked down at her beeping combat scanner and dropped to the ground. It felt as if she'd barely [i]left[/i] cover and now she was back behind it, shooting futilely at the hordes of vorcha.

And [i]then[/i] there was the explosion. The shocks alone took out a good portion of Daro's shields – [i]terrible salvage-yard junk[/i] – and even though she had the protection of her helmet her head was spinning. When she next looked up as the gate was forced open, their 'savior' was there – a Turian whose removed his helmet in a gesture of good faith, probably. Or maybe it was just because it made her team less likely to shoot him? Omega was built on tricks like that when survival was everything.

It would've been nice if she could do the same, but, well... An [i]envirosuit[/i] was different.

Daro found it difficult to trust someone whose profession was entirely centred around blowing people to bits and allowing no hope of recovery. With a bullet-hole – even with some touch-and-go sniper wounds – there was always a chance to get them back on their feet, back to normal over months and years. As talented a doctor as she considered herself to be, often there was [i]nothing[/i] she could do for the victims of explosive weaponry, skin bubbled and paper-thin, flesh [i]missing[/i]... It would kill a Quarian like her for sure, create too big a suit rupture to survive.

Thus, when Nik asked if they should take the Turian's offer, Daro's first thought was, '[i]No![/i]' Her second and third were quite similar.

But what she really asked was, [color=cf9a9a][b]"Is it good to have an explosives expert on side?"[/b][/color] Well, it was out now, so no need to keep it all to herself. [color=cf9a9a][b]"I mean, there [i]is[/i] a concept called collateral damage and I [i]really[/i] don't want to have to try and fix up any self-inflicted burns or blown-off limbs..."[/b][/color]

The problem with Omega was that everyone seemed to know each other. 'Ardan Parvius' knew Nikusiil Vos and Hazan Volintis knew Ardan Parvius... There was a whole other level above the mugs who got themselves maimed or injured enough to attend her clinic and they were all acquainted. Daro only recognised lowlifes, thugs, and occasionally the lieutenants of the more elegant mercenary gangs who assured her she would be well-paid for [i]please[/i] bringing their snitch back from the brink of death. Her opinion wasn't worth much when the decision seemed already made.

[color=cf9a9a][b]"And it brings in the risk of civilian casualties, which–"[/b][/color] She shrugged, finally, to interrupt herself from saying, '[i]is a whole other can of worms I'm not willing to even touch.[/i]' Keelah, that sounded too close to an ultimatum. [color=cf9a9a][b]"–would be bad, very bad. For our image alone, if you care about that."[/b][/color]

Daro wasn't sure what to go for. Causing a big bang was something her group wanted, right? Still, explosives and explosions didn't sit right with her, not since [i]The Konesh[/i] went up in flames. She was probably more than a little biased, if she admitted it to herself. Biased against death and destruction, so it was impossible to feel [i]bad[/i] about it. [color=cf9a9a][b]"I abstain – it's not a decision I can fairly take part in. It's up to you, Nik."[/b][/color]

With that, she turned to look at her omni-tool, watching the bars denoting the strength of her shields fill back up to full. It was best to be prepared for the next fight.