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The robot was mine, and all I can promise is that I won't be blowing any holes in the ship. If I had the money for the materials required to make that kind of bang when a drone broke, we wouldn't be on this ship." Serena answered quickly, her eyes then snapped to him causing Vellios to cock his head in curiosity if she was about to address his earlier statement. Naturally, he was right in his guess when her look turned into a heated glare. He held back a chuckl, finding it rather amusing whenever she got pissed. Most might consider it made her cuter.
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That was one time, and the Vorcha was fine afterwards!" Serena commented, drawing a raised eyebrow until she realized the event he was actually referring to. She looked like a Varren eating the rations, adding in a higher pitched, accusing tone when she recalled the second time. "
Okay, twice, and your dashing good looks haven't suffered from it. I did warn you not to get so close!"
Vellios’s head turned, his eyes watched Serena follow the other techie to the intercom in order to address the concerned and rather pissed off voice from over the speakers. Through Serena had to add one last comment to the asari’s last worried statement, seeming to think the alien was out to interfere and stop her should she become a danger to the others. "
I promise that there won't be any holes in the ship, and that I won't break anything, but I'm not going to stop working on prototypes."
Vellios just shook his head, his way of tsking the human female, before his attention returned to the asari’s appearance. She wore a visor, oddly enough, which covered her deep, pretty blue eyes and wearing her armor, the suit being dented, banged up and shot in several places clearly. Most notable scar was her head crest. It appeared to either been an explosion accident that went wrong or another assassination that didn’t go as planned, leaving about two/thirds of the crest behind and destroying the common symmetry. If she wasn’t an asari-he was wary of the mind melding aspect of the species unlike most males because honestly, his hell should stay his own- then he might’ve considered flirting, buying her a drink and spending a few nights exploring what her history had left on her.
Vellios, smirking more at the thought while doubting it would ever happen, had to lower his head. Still, fantasizing over it was rather fun in the end.
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Malkai and Mathews.”The asari listened then repeated their names, as if memorizing them then made a dry reply. “
This ship is barely holding itself together as it is. At least wait until we're planetside again before you start helping it along?"
Her tone didn’t bother the turian in the least, Vellios shrugged in his usual easy going attitude even through the comment wasn't directed at him. Personally, he knew it could’ve been a lot worse but instead decided to take his shipmate’s disapproval in stride rather than cause friction unless necessary. They were going to be trapped on this floating heap for a while now which meant any conflict would last longer than normal, might as well make the most of it. “
Don’t worry, I’ll keep her explosions at a minimal. At least she’s not packing something heavier in those things like C4 or thermite which would’ve made a more exciting...boom. ”
His hands fell to his side naturally, the thumbs hooking instinctively to his pants helm while he waited for the asari to introduce herself. Seeming to have the same idea, her mouth moved just when an another announcement came over the intercom from their favorite source.
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Attention all crew, we’re plotting a course for Omega. We’ll be making a jump within the hour. If you haven’t already started on taking stock of what we need, do that while you have time.” There was a pause, then Vellios imagined a shit eating grin would've spread around the speaker’s face, his mind assuming it was one of the turians due to the sound, when she added an after thought. "
Pack your shit, folks.”
This bit of news seemed not to settle with his current associate obvious when her eyes widened in surprise and she cursed under her breath, turning on heel. Rudely she then sulked from the hangar bay in a rush, his assumption she was heading to talk to the pilot. Vellios tilted his head a bit, unsure what to think, then passed over it when another announcement crept over for all to hear. He recognized the voice as the same one that talked about several years old targeting system and revealed this heap actually had a gun, something of a surprise to him since he was sure it would’ve blown them up should they have fired it.
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Gun is good to go. For now anyway. The fix is temporary and we lost maybe thirty percent in the coolant tank. But I don't expect to be shooting that thing alot just yet.”There was a brief pause while the voice continued.”
The thing is sloppy work too, they all but welded the thing and jury rigged it to draw from the Mass Core. Crazy stuff.”
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Things keep getting more interesting by the second.” Commented Vellios quietly, his body twisted to face the two remaining females. Now that they were done talking to the pilot, so Vellios assumed, Tanya decided to introduce herself. He raised a hand to shake hers with a firm, yet gentle grip before releasing it while likely Serena did the same. Again, his mind absorbed another crewmate to memory. Caucasian woman with dark grey eyes, short cut hair with most of it on the right side, and confident in her movements, making him like her more and more the longer he was in her presence. She was around the same height as Serena causing him to strain his neck down to look her in the eye. Thankfully, she decided to move rather than sit and idly talk, allowing him to crane it back upward to default position where the pain faded a bit. Being tall could be a nightmare and in the back of his mind, he was rather glad no one onboard was a volus or he would have to invest into some seriously strong painkillers later. Or learn to bend his knee when speaking.
The omnitool glowed then flickered, likely transferring some data collected, while she also gave out commands to the drone. The thing still blaring out Elcor heavy metal wheeled over the next project, drawing a brief look from the turian who watched for a few moments, then stepped toward Sal’s blown corpse. He bent down on one knee and reached for the metal bits, wiring and other parts to place in a nearby pile where Serena could sort out what was salvageable and what was a loss. His face looked at Serena, kindly warning her not to shoot off at her mouth immediately, when Tanya asked a question.
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So, what's your story? You two seem to know each other, which is more than the rest of us can say. What made you decide to respond to sketchy classified postings you probably saw on some bathroom stall somewhere?”
On hearing her interest, Vellios’ head perked up with a ready reply. “
Serena and I have worked together for a year now. She’s the techie, I’m the muscle and hired gun for most our jobs. I also do a bit of other stuff like basic tech knowledge, hacking, and am a bit of jack of trades type turian. Though it’s only the bare essentials of what a cadet would know outside muscle and hired gun. Enough to understand and be walked through on how to do it, but not enough to change my tactics on the spot should things go wrong.”
He was careful not to slice himself on the jagged piece that served as Sal’s covering, his fingers delicately setting the scrape aside and nearest himself. He didn't want Serena to cut herself on it and if she grabbed it, he knew she would. His voice continued in the same casual way, his voice holding a slight glee in his last part and eyeing Serena's hand to ensure she didn't try. “
It’s actually Serena who decides the missions, I just tag along because she makes life...interesting. 
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