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[color=fff200]"If you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them following this inconvenience. Good luck...[color=0072bc][Hhhkk...][/color]everyone!"[/color]

"An inconvenience, he calls it...yeah, sure," Taria said dismissively. She didn't buy the Volus' story at face value for a second, but he sounded pretty convincing about there being a massive force of Blue Sun mercenaries on the way. Grumbling can come later; she needed to get ready. Putting her SRD training to work immediately, she scoured the environment, taking in details, lines of fire and entrance points, and spotting a familiar looking chest nearby.

"Right, if these are Blue Suns, they're going to try to take positions on the upper deck here, use elevation to their advantage," she informed Galm, digging into the satchel she carried and removing the other equipment she brought in her carry-on. Stacking a handful of thin metallic discs to the side, she spotted the Bio-Amp in the bottom and plugged it in through her omni-tool, wincing slightly as a bit of biotic feedback trickled back to her. Flexing her hand slightly to check if the Amp was functional, she got to her feet again and picked up the discs, dropping and tossing them around the upper deck area below the skylights and at the junctions between walkways before getting to the familiar chest and punching in a few rapid keystrokes.

[i]"Passcode accepted,"[/i] came the recorded voice of Gari Lucimus. [i]"Good luck, and give them hell, sweetheart."[/i]

"Cute, mom," Taria said with bemusement, barely restraining herself from tearing up. Extracting her Argus assault rifle from the crate, and propping it against the wall, she picked up the helmet lying underneath it, pondered it for a moment, then licked her sleeve and wiped a smudge off the surface to better see her own reflection in the polymer. She furrowed her brow slightly, remembering the last time she wore a helmet like this one.

"Five years now, Taria," she said, furrowing her brow. "Here's hoping you aren't rusty. It's time to get to work."