Hank

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Hank Done. You go!

@DJAtomika

Voila.

Mass Effect: Borealis

As events unfolded, Mirage found himself agreeing with their navigator -- a turian who turned out to be called Haze. Amused by the similar aliases Mirage chuckled, producing a burst of sound from his rebreather that sounded like an animal being strangled.

"Comms, yeah, among other things. Automated defense systems, credit accounts, cybersecurity, alarms... anything I can break into without getting up," Mirage elaborated. "Just don't count on me in a fight."

The pilot introduced herself as well, a female turian named Dex, which made for an entirely turian bridge crew so far. Mirage acknowledged her with a polite nod before they were all interrupted by Tonka, the krogan. He was the one who brought up Omega first and Mirage added his own quiet barrage of whispered curses to Haze's stern disapproval.

"I was hoping to avoid going back there so soon," Mirage grumbled while fiddling with one of his Omni-tools. The navigator and the pilot plotted their course while the krogan left and someone else entered the bridge -- a male human that Mirage recognized as their co-pilot, Iosif.

”I take it we’ll all be working together, up here?” the human said while settling down into the co-pilot's seat. "That's right, human. You must be the token alien. I wonder if he'll suffice to meet our diversification quota," Mirage replied, followed by another one of his ghastly laughs. He'd never cared for humans much. They weren't around on Omega when the turian grew up there and their extremely rapid expanse into galactic civilization struck Mirage as unseemly. Like an invasive species that doesn't know its place.

"Alright, there we go," Mirage mumbled as the speakers scattered around the bridge blared, coming to life with the system's relevant comms chatter. He'd pinpointed the Illium planetary defense channels and the bands used by ships to ask docking permission; a relatively pointless exercise, since they were about to leave the system, but it proved the turian knew what he was doing. Mirage winced and turned the volume down to a level of significantly more pleasant background noise. Watching Haze's plotted course on the navigation console, Mirage finetuned one of the channels to listen to the chatter around the mass relay, but all seemed quiet. "I think we're good to go."

Yet another person entered the bridge right after he finished saying that, though this time it was one of the asari, echoing Mirage and Haze's sentiments about Omega. "Why are we going to Omega?" Mirage shrugged, an almost imperceptible motion beneath his swaddled black robes. "Necessary evil, asari," he said after Haze finished his astute and concise explanation. "Look at it this way: we would have gone there sooner or later anyway, in this line of work. Now we're just... getting it out of the way."

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

BLOOD

SKULLS

DEATH

Mass Effect: Borealis

No rush.

A Tattooed Girl's Place to Gab and Hangout

@Hank Why is it a weird option? I've been waiting for a movie of it to come out for a LONG time!
It could, and it could not be.. Why do you ask?

@A Tattooed Girl

I'm sure you're excited, but it just seems disingenuous to include a movie you haven't seen in your list of favorites.

As for why I asked about your avatar: whoever it is, it's a beautiful girl. I can appreciate that.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Random note: @Dervish should really update the Approved Characters section of the first OOC post.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Don't you dare!! I don't think that's what he meant, more like waiting to give DJAtomika, who asked originally about round two, a chance to reply. It seems he might have something in mind.

@Fallenreaper

This is correct. Actually, it's convenient that you had Dex introduce herself as well -- now I can respond to both you and @DJAtomika in one post.

Hello! I'm Ninian.

Adding to the whole friendzone thing, @SgtEasy, what @Ninian said goes for women in general. Many of them find it "weird" to either indulge in or develop feelings for men (or boys, whatever) they consider to be friends, whereas we all know men are usually more... opportunistic. This is why first impressions are very important when it comes to women. To increase your chances, it helps to make it evident (not blatantly obvious, but evident) that you're interested in them within the first few days of meeting them.

Anyway, that's my two cents. Welcome, Ninian.

Mass Effect: Borealis

I'll wait for @DJAtomika to post first, then I'll pitch in for round 2.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

The discussion that followed about the quality of furniture from M36 wasn't much of a discussion, truth be told, and more like a monologue. Salvius occasionally went on rants like this, something Gormog had always tolerated, but he didn't pretend to understand what the historian would talk about -- or why. Usually, he didn't listen at all.

Their descent through the hive was an interesting experience. Gormog had been instructed by Salvius to keep his ripper gun slung around his preposterously large torso while they were in civilized society, but the Ogryn reached for the weapon and kept it firmly in his grip when they reached the Underhive. The hairs on the back of his neck stood perpetually on end. It was obvious why; all sorts of nefarious people (and other things) infested the dark, damp streets, so low in the hive that the sun didn't reach the cobblestones. The Ogryn's gargantuan stature was a big deterrent, of course, and nobody wanted to mess with a creature that would make the average Space Marine look small, but the sense of impending danger never left Gormog.

He was somewhat surprised when Salvius motioned for them to stop and pointed at the sign that hung over a small shop's door: The Gentlemen's Boutique of Intriguing Antiques. The fact that Gormog couldn't read was momentarily lost on Salvius, and the Ogryn dallied for a few seconds while his infinitely more intelligent companion entered the shop. Was this really the place? The conversation between the preacher and the historian in the shrine had seemed important to Gormog -- perhaps because of an ancient association between places of Imperial worship and... well, importance -- and he found it difficult to rhyme that with this seemingly insignificant, small storefront. At least the techno-library had been imposing.

When he finally entered, squeezing his large frame through the door, Salvius had already presented the paper and the stone to the guard and had been waved through. Gormog followed, growing increasingly unsure about the whole thing as they made their way through the subterranean tunnel, but his spirits lifted a little when the perverse heresy of the VIP section was revealed to him. The allure of the sensual dancers failed to make an impression on the Ogryn, but the fighting pits immediately grabbed his attention. Losing sight of Salvius, Gormog approached one, easily peering over the heads of the baying crowd, and narrowed his eyes at the combatants currently engaged in mortal combat, signifying that old human hubris: I could take them.

"Looks fun," he muttered to himself. One spectator turned around at this and looked up at Gormog's face, smiling. "Then perhaps you should join in, friend!"

@Jbcool @Keepvogel