Canon Epic Episode V, Unexpected Purchases

Location:
Illium, Docking Bay 305

Date:
19th January, 2201

Having spent a few days both adjusting and familiarising ones self with the functionality of the SUS Picasso, as well as spending two days with the spectres uncle, it was finally time to continue with the assignment. That being to bring a swift and however permanent stop to the importation and smuggling of narcotics upon the Citadel.

The first port of call was to meet up with a contact that had been supplied to the council complimence of humanities SAIS. From there it was a case of either 'storming' or 'asserting' an audience with the shot-caller of the Eclipse PMC here on Illium, given their notoriety for smuggling rackets it was suggested that they be the first lead to investigate.

The customary concierge approached the first individual to leave the SUS Picasso and dealt with all the 'paperwork' such as docking fee's and the like, rich and prosperous as Illium was... every credit counted and certain people in power made a killing off the commerce of docking fees.

"If you require any information please don't hesitate to ask, thank you and have a pleasant stay" the asari concierge said lightly followed by a low bow of her head.

As the party progressed further into the bustling district of Illium, something that caught Elenor's eye straight away was another asari with two quarians on either side of her, from the distance she wouldn't of been able to make out what the conversation was about but 'Indentured Servitude' wasn't exactly a secret on Illium... and this had all the appearances of such...

Elenor Dravunsci
Spectre
Date: January 19th, 2201
Location:
Planet/Station: Illium
System: Tasale
Nebula: Crescent Nebula
Assignment: Locate SAIS Agent 'Red'
Mission Time: 5 days

If there was one thing being a Spectre was good for, it was convincing her stubborn fool of an Uncle that she was of some value. It was difficult, two days of fighting back and forth, but he finally agreed to her request. She was once more considered a actual member of the Dravunsci family, and had access to a discretionary account for the sole purpose of 'purchasing a present for a recently made Spectre in the Dravunsci family', and was registered, for now, as a guest aboard a ship chartered for the sole purpose of this task, with the space to carry whatever cargo she bought.

Having picked Vrix, Kexen and Volso as her 'deploy' team for this task of getting the SAIS agent codenamed 'Red'. They needed to confirm his location for this meeting. Of course, when Elenor spotted what looked to clearly be an auction of some sort, though the fact that hand motions towards a pair of Quarians, it was clear just what the auction was of.

"This is... Damn it... We're on mission here, but I sure as hell ain't gonna let this go through." She growls, walking towards teh auction.

If there was any one thought coursing through her mind, it was pure, unbridled rage.

The worst of the worst contemplations surged like a particle storm and clouded her already shrouded gaze beneath her visor as she stood amongst the gathering of slaves. "Indentured Servants" was Illium's politically correct term for slavery. One could debate the ethics and morality of the matter until they expired, there would always be two parties, those for and those against on such a stigma.

That bastard of a pilot...he would pay for this. Him and his petty debts decided to become a turncoat and stop off at Illium under the guise of refueling and restocking in their Federation-paid venture through Kes'Trel...that was until his funding was abruptly cut for reasons unknown and so was any means to pay for their charted transport.

Rather than simply drop them off on Illium and call it a day, he went as far to sell them into slavery...or "Indentured Servitude" as it was known here to put a nice name on something horrible. Granted, the quarian woman had considered it before, but as a last option. Now, she couldn't afford it, she had new details, new clues to go on to take her towards her ultimate goal...towards clearing her name and no longer being seen as a genocidist amongst the quarian people. It was difficult to go through life knowing that many others and even new generations learning of such disasters would know her as a terrible monster.

Regardless, not even a week ago, she and Kes'Trel were following leads upon Rasputin, a Voss'Tanie operative that was possibly responsible for the very disaster that she bore upon her shoulders and carried the blame. Framed, she wasn't sure, but matter of circumstance, responsibility, and lack of hard evidence otherwise pressured the Admiralty Board to deliver judgement. That judgement sent a young, scared, and mourning quarian woman to the stars and be at their mercy.

Nearly two decades had passed since that fateful day, days spent drifting, learning, and surviving. The experiences she encountered would last the average person a lifetime...for all she knew, that was the life she was cast down into for good. Her fruitless labor of seeking out the Blue Suns for information did nothing but earn a substantial price on her head if there was a vigilant bounty hunter about and familiar with the body count that she had racked up in her quest for information over the years.

For the exiled quarian engineer turned self-taught infiltrator and assassin whom went by solely "Shade" these days, even with her current "owner"'s prying into personal information, there wasn't much given to go on or could be confirmed. She stuck to her infamous nicknamed earned amongst Blue Suns operatives for the sake of not attracting further attention to her actual self, or ire from other quarians knowing how far she had absolutely fallen.

For the sake of not ending up as some disturbed soul's suit-fetish sex slave, she gave enough vague details that seemed stereotypical of quarians to ensure she had a good "value" for purchase. Extensive engineering knowledge that exceeded even the average person of her species definitely helped. What she wasn't privy on sharing was her infiltration and stealth-related talents.

Granted, she had very little to back them up as Rash stayed aboard the ship and ensured none of their equipment was stolen. For once, she was grateful her younger sibling was thinking of someone other than herself. If she thought just a little harder, she might have went as far as to pull some strings to purchase her and Kes'Trel's contracts and solve the problem all together.

However, things did not go as planned as the ship left with her and their things aboard after delivering them to their owner for a substantial amount. Shade made note to take every single credit's worth out on that pathetic man's hide once she found him again. For now, laying low and coming up with a plan was the best bet. In hindsight, some optimisim could be found amongst this situation. It took the focus off of the personal tensions mounting between her and Kes'Trel. That was something that she had buried deep in the back of her mind for now and did not have any desire to bring to the surface anytime soon.

With hope, she would appear uninteresting or worthy of purchase despite how much the asari barked on and on about her talents. Her suit wasn't colorful by any stretch of the imagination in blacks and grays. The only contrasting element about it was the rather unique sharpened talons of tungsten upon her toes and fingers. The asari showed some intelligence and provided minor restraints to prevent Shade from getting any ideas with them. Regretfully, she wasn't quite felxible enough to maneuver her hands around to pick the at the locks with her talons.

The elegantly dressed businesswoman of an asari saw potential customers approaching, beaming a winning smile. She would have been a model employee in any other service industry, one lacking restraint and legalities to barter the lives of others. She grinned happily, looking to make a sale and improve her figures for the month.

"You there, yes, you! You look like you are on important business, such business that would require some of the best technical expertise in the galaxy, all for a fair and fitting price." She spoke, as if rehearsed a thousand times before with other servants, gesturing to her quarians. "Quarians are renown for their technical knowledge, fitting in professions as programmers, mechanics, technicians, engineers, and the like. Our terms are fair and these two deserve a good home and career to benefit both them and you..." the asari continued, gesturing to Shade.

"I mean, look at this poor, little thing. She was nothing but skin and bones when I acquired her, but slowly she is looking fit once more."

Either she was digging deep and desperately to make a sale or she was blind, one of the two. While Shade was short in stature and thin, she was quite limber and lithe. Her legs, primarily her thighs, were the most prominent feature about her, thicker with muscle than most of her body was. Whatever this quarian female was doing before wasn't working on a terminal.

Kes'Trel was self-explanatory...healthy and fit as could be for a man his age of his kind. His suit was unique by far, much like Shade's talons and build. These two were obviously more than meets the eye. If it meant she could possibly get out of the contract or at least away from the annoying asari and her incessant bartering, then so be it.

"...I am running a special today to ensure these two find owners that will take care of them and treat them like they deserve to be treated...only 50,000 credits apiece to own their contracts, or...or...85,000 for the pair at a reduced price since the insist on staying together...you wouldn't want to break up a lovely little couple like this, would you?."

Much of the trip here was occupied with doing exactly as Elanor had asked. It didn't take long before he was having the pilot fly the ship this way and that, the guns shooting at test targets, and the like. By the time they entered Illium's airspace, Vrix had a comprehensive analysis of the ship's practical limits waiting to go. Luckily, it had so absorbed the Warmaster that he'd just about forgotten everyone else was there...including the salarians, sometimes. It had kept him from getting too hostile or confrontational...though odds were he wouldn't have been either of those in any case; he was old enough to understand when to draw a line in the sand, metaphorically speaking.

When they came upon the sale of the quarians, Vrix let out a low snort. By his opinion, though quarians were usually awesome mechanics, most of the time their fighting prowess was limited. He could not fault them, however, for working with what they had, and their lifestyle was largely rejected by the races in Council space, though it did not deter them from being who they were. In that way, Vrix could respect the entire quarian species. He knew they had it hard, but they endured such hardships to make themselves stronger and remain true to themselves. That kind of integrity was rare, especially for an entire species. There would always be exceptions, but that was the nature of life. By and large, the quarians were exactly that.

So combat aside, he recognized the worth of the quarians, who turned their greatest weakness into one of their greatest strengths not only in their skillset but also in the strength of their character. And to be sold...to be gathered up, prepared, and sent off to do the bidding of another for their benefit without any real say so...suffice it to say, Vrix, who was obviously able to draw many parallels between Illium's "ndentured servitude"--but everyone knew it was basically slave trading in spite of the flowery semantics--saw obvious parallels to the history of the krogan people.

As such, by nature, he found having such slaves was disgusting, and even being present in such a thing he found distasteful at best. The warrior in him, however, screamed that if they were true warriors, they would not allow themselves to be sold like cattle, but fight their way free rather than meekly accepting another's will. Batarian slave pits were different. Forced life with force to answer to if disobedient. This was different. They accepted this, and probably even chose this, even if the cause was economic duress. In that he felt his respect dwindle. Still, the parallels to the krogan people were too hard to ignore, and so his distaste at the whole process won out over his disgust at people choosing to submit in such a manner.

"You want me to shoot the asari?" he asked jokingly, though there was a mildly hopeful note in his deep bass voice, even though he knew it would never happen. "Slave traders have always rubbed me the wrong way. Fuck flowery words and semantics and legality with contracts...this is slavery, plain and simple...it's just the commonly accepted variety." He grinned ferally, unleashing another half-joke.

"Just say the word, Dravunsci, and I can liberaet them. Just offering the suggestion." While he did have the credits to buy them if he wanted, he refused to buy them himself. All it would do is fund and encourage the continuing of such a practice.

"Also bear in mind, Dravunsci, that buying them generates demand for them, which helps their profits. You chipping in money for their sake will only helping doom similar people in the future by endorsing this kind of sale." Saving the ones in front of her would doom the future ones she wouldn't be there to see. He wanted her to understand the ramifications of such an act; doubly so because it said a lot about how she'd handle krogan, too.

It was an utter embarrassment, sold like merchandise. His worth was far more prominent than such lowly things he was being auctioned off for. After all that was done by his hand, for the pursuit and advancement of his people, he was left behind so to speak. There was a mission to be completed, but it would not - or that was how it seemed. There was still an evil person out there, and they would soon profit off the madness once again. The "war"-time economy for terrorism was high, it was evident that someone was being killed by the Voss'Tanie at this given moment. Blood for credits, it did not help that they distributed bootlegs and at times, even narcotics to help fund their operations. A drug cartel working inside an insurgent cell, hypocrites for a cause lost long ago. The ultranationalists were a danger to the entire universe - which is why the Federation worked in haste to cut down on these individuals.

But then there was a snag, a metaphorical tear in the Quarian suit. Funding cut, now moneyless and borderline poor by the galaxy's standards, they lived with that bastard for quiet awhile. Progress halted and from there on end, not only did Kes'Trel lose a friend, but the Federation as well. Greed went far, it was an ugly thing that consumed everything it touched - a virus that wants to consume. The agent should have recognized this, his supposed ally was as much as a victim to the broken systems of this side of the spectrum than anyone else. His room littered with useless things - utterly unneeded, while his ship itself constantly decayed - the quality as well as the worth slowly being withered away like how a man would shorten the bark of a tree with a blade.

It was safe to say that he did not leave at first without a fight. Knowing that his safe haven was compromised, that Shade was possibly captured as well - he left his room with caution. His own blade was firmly in his palm, the top of his wrist was under the other - which was aiming a gun. A typical tactical style, different from his ordinary stance, that would allow him to stab and shoot in close proximity if the situation called for such. Under the impression that his cover was discovered, everything he worked for was seen for what it was - a government funded lie - Kes'Trel had intentions to kill anyone who he did not recognize. But it was the surprise that caught him off guard the most - hit with a taser that sent his suit's settings haywire momentarily - it was something made specifically for incapacitating a Quarian.

The thought of a weapon to take down a Krogan was believable, accepted even. But knowing that there was some manufacturer out there that had produced something such as this was not an idea that would leave Kes'Trel's head for awhile, But what stung the most was not the taser itself, or the fact that his suit nearly shut down on him - something that could result in fatal disease if not exposure sickness, but his friend allowed for it. He did not even think of his name, let alone try to bring up a visual representation of the fellow Quarian in his head. Kes'Trel made a promise to himself and Shade, their friend, their acquaintance, their betrayer will pay.

They were on route to an 'interview' with Lev'Kiril himself. It was close, so close that Kes'Trel could feel the event coming - the first encounter with the man he was assigned to kill. Someone aimed to set a revolution, after bringing his own budget up around the same time the Federation dropped Kes'Trel's - a huge event was on the horizon. One of his most trusted operatives, a Quarian unknown to him being a double-agent, was going to be the one to set all into place. The trigger man, the ignition - the agent was going to be placed into an impossible situation that only he could tear apart from the inside, of course with one of the few allies he could trust.

But thankfully, Lev'Kiril kept in touch. It was a risk, but direct conversations through their masked omni-tools went undetected on the planet of Illium. Kes'Trel had been here before, it was a beautiful place by definition, but had its major faults and dents as any other. An operation that took place here was brief, but a learning experience. The authority loomed over everyone, perhaps that was the best way to cut down on the petty crime and what not. When it came to people like Quarians though, they were a bit looser on their moderation upon them. Discrimination was still present, but they knew the political ramifications of violating a Quarian's personal space and privacy nowadays.

Standing still, like a mannequin on display, Kes'Trel was without much effort in the expression department. Like a stone wall, it simply stood and merely refused to interact with anything. Just moments ago however, he sent out a message to a friend. Someone that he encountered long ago, under the most interesting of circumstances. One could say that Kes'Trel has set foot in just about every major location the universe could offer, in a collaborative effort with C-Sec's SRT, he made a friend. Someone that could be trusted. The Citadel knew the damage that could be caused by the ultranationalist movement under Lev'Kiril, but no one understood it more than a certain Turian.

He was on Taetrus, one named Baracus. Separatists were the same as terrorists in most circumstances, the war that could be started by the mere act of a single man, their will - it could destroy life as it was known. A recent event only made the Turian more bitter, a bomb in the Zakera Ward of the Citadel. It killed most of his squad, some of which were his best of friends. He wanted revenge, but did not know how to properly aim such aggression and anger that was being built up inside. Unlike others, the man did not explode, but rather imploded into himself - isolation on his worktime leave made him partially mad. Kes'Trel could not help but feel bad by using him. But now they both knew about Lev'Kiril's next plot - yet only one could do anything about it.

Kes'Trel rested his thoughts knowing that someone reliable had his back in the situation. While it was impossible for such a large scale job to be properly finished in this amount of time, every hour he anticipated a message, a job well done. His inbox was subscribed to the Terrorist-Watch extranet site, if his comrades died in battle, hopefully they had enough effort to effectively be portrayed as the good guys in the media - they deserved that much.

But now, the hero of this story, or rather his own - stood and waited. The slave trade existed to an extent, his people were exploited once again, but this was nothing new to complain about. The agent finally spoke to Shade however, after being the walking cold shoulder for the last couple of hours. "It is going to be one of those days." He mentioned, for a moment having his visor face hers before drifted away and aiming forward once again. "Let us hope we are not on the Extranet auction sites after this. You know how people are. Buy something, find distaste for it, sell it for twice the price."

Faustus was excited to be down on Illium, he'd rarely got a chance to see the galaxy despite sailing it's endless darkness with the turian navy. He found that his old weapons from his service worked well with his mission at hand. He took a M-29 Inciser Rifle and a M-9 Tempest Sub-Machine Gun, quick and fast on both accounts. He should be able to get in any position needed in an urban environment. He was excited for the beginnings of the mission, and nervous too. This was different than a ground mission in the navy, there wasn't enemy troop movements to rip from a data storage unit. This wasn't a unit versus unit military battle. This was far more important and required a whole different set of skills that he would normally use. This would definatly help him round out his skill set and give him a chance to learn from new people.

Illium was astounding place for faustus, new, sleek, yet old. The people the faces the idea's all seemed ancient, tried and true. There was a sense of history to his people, but on illium it felt like their history wasn't history it was just how things were. Evolution was there, but certain traits the asari had as a society seemed to have lasted lifetimes for a Turian. It was slightly unnerving how someone could still be alive from the beginnings of his family history.

He walked with Elenor, Vrix, and Venat, as we they travelled the street's illium. The mission was to meet a contact that would help in the overall mission. All quite exciting for Faustus, very covert, very Spectre. As they walked they came upon an auction of two quarians. "Indentured Service." was an interesting term coined, seeing as it was essentially slavery. Faustus felt sorry for the Quarians but couldn't help but be detached from the situation. Servitude was in his blood, his duty. This was on Illium, the home world of the asari. It seemed that if they would allow it, it must have some merit. He felt himself conflicted, not knowing how to feel about the situation.

Elenor spoke up first, it broke his train of thought but added a much needed nudge into what think.

"This is... Damn it... We're on mission here, but I sure as hell ain't gonna let this go through."

Faustus had a mission now, however small he was going to aid his commander in her goals. He began thinking of the whole concept of this "Indentured Servitude." and what could be done about it.

"You want me to shoot the asari?"

Vrix spoke next and Faustus couldn't help but crack a bit of a smile, leave it to the Krogan to shoot first.

Vrix continued, this time getting even more angry.

"Slave traders have always rubbed me the wrong way. Fuck flowery words and semantics and legality with contracts...this is slavery, plain and simple...it's just the commonly accepted variety."

Vrix paused a bit before continueing, Faustus drawing in his words and playing with thoughts in his head. His own service, albeit involuntary in his people, was still his duty. He wondered how things could be perceived differently.

"Also bear in mind, Dravunsci, that buying them generates demand for them, which helps their profits. You chipping in money for their sake will only helping doom similar people in the future by endorsing this kind of sale."

Faustus wanted to speak a bit of his mind, but waited till Vrix was finished. "That is true, but the least we can do is help them now, it might not help the whole situation but our current position we can't help the whole situation. We can, however, help their situation, and could use a few extra hands. This kind of thing has a legacy to it, nothing a young human Spectre can really do about it, not yet at least, but we can at least help these two." he hoped that helped the situation, and he hoped it might help the two quarians too.

Venat had never set foot on Illium before, he never had reason to. Those who had spoke of the city’s immense beauty, and the corruption that lay just beneath the surface. An ugly, two-faced idea if you asked him, but it was the nature of corporate environments. It was easy to see what they meant, however, the sky glowed above his head, silvery buildings reached high above him… the abundance of asari helped matters, too. Look at one too long and suddenly it felt like he was on the cusp of a mating ritual. As a species they fascinated him, not only because they were aesthetically, but their longevity. What did they do with all of those centuries in their hands? He imagined everything looked slower in their world. More time to think, do, and more time to make mistakes.

His eyes flittered from one sight to the next as his mind took in every detail, hoping perhaps that he would have something to talk about in his vid-chats with his son. Assignments, crewmates, all to be handled with discretion, but the least he could say was that he had seen Illium. Eventually he caught sight of the quarians being auctioned off. Ordinarily he would have walked by without so much as a glance. Illium law dictated that indentured servitude was legal, despite his misgivings. Not his problem, not his mission. Elenor had other plans, suddenly they were making a bee line for the auction.

There were two quarian, one wore a suit of mostly neutral tones and possessed a pair of long talons. He squinted, noting that she was wearing restraints. “It appears they have been bound. Unusual,” he said. “Indentured servitude generally… voluntary, to escape debt or hunger.” Slavery was wrong, no one could argue that. The service contracts on Illium had always seemed morally grey to him, blurring that line between black and white. Sometimes the circumstances made it so there was no other option. To him it sounded like a better option than the person turning to theft or dying of hunger, but he didn’t get the same vibe from the deal playing out before his eyes.

"Slave traders have always rubbed me the wrong way. Fuck flowery words and semantics and legality with contracts...this is slavery, plain and simple...it's just the commonly accepted variety."

The tension in the krogan’s tone worried Venat, even Elenor seemed perturbed. The image of them joining forces in a sudden decision to overturn indentured crossed his mind, he quickly pushed it from his mind. Discretion was key, both of them knew that. He hoped. They had enough on their plate without worrying about the state of Illium and its laws. He found himself nodding in agreement, however. “Lowest of the low,” he muttered. The slave trade, legal or otherwise, always struck him as demeaning. Venat had no qualms with serving others, he just preferred to have a choice in the matter. There was a duty to his clan and his dalatrass, yes, but if he wished to fly away and never return home, he had that choice. It wasn’t important that he took it, what was important was that it was there.

Venat lapsed into silence as Vrix spoke again. If they were thinking about adopting these quarians, paying would be the most logical, and covert choice. Vrix was right, though. He looked towards Faustus, who had been silent since they saw the auction. Both have relevant points. “May have to be creative if we don’t wish to pay. Persuade auctioneer, give quarian means to escape, incite riot with empowering speech.” Part of him wished to see if someone could pull the last one off. He didn’t know how popular indentured servitude was to the population. “To simply not pay would not endear us to local law enforcement.” No doubt big corporations sponsored indentured servitude, if they caused trouble there was always the chance of being arrested. Venat had to remind himself he was working with a Spectre, and the chances of that happening were low, but working with the police was always better than working against them. Elenor had to know that, she had worked for C-Sec. “Either way. Could be useful asset to the team if you wish to recruit them.” They looked like they were spitting fire through their helmets, he never understood how quarians could emote through them.

Elenor Dravunsci
Spectre
Date: January 19th, 2201
Location:
Planet/Station: Illium
System: Tasale
Nebula: Crescent Nebula
Assignment: Locate SAIS Agent 'Red'
Mission Time: 5 days

As Elenor listened to her people, she did have to agree. If they made too big a scene, it would cause trouble. They didn't need trouble, not this early into her mission, or her Spectre career. "I suppose it's a good thing I'm here with that cover." She said, before pushing her way forward, listening to the auctioneer rattle off about the female quarian.

Either the Asari was blind as bat, or she was REALLY pulling bullshit out of her ass. Even Elenor could tell that the female quarian was not some fickle little twig waiting to break in the wind. Then the prices were dropped. 50 thousand for each? But, even Elenor could acknowledge the discount in getting them both for cheap, through 15% off was not that massive a discount for a pair of lives.

"I'm interested. What kind of work can they do?" Elenor called out, sticking a hand up, wishing she was in something heavier than her regular clothes and a pistol strapped to her hip. At least her team was armed and armored to look like bodyguards. That at least gave her some warm fuzzies in her guy about protection.

She just hoped the Councilor would understand her reasoning behind this action. She knew her family would expect at least one large purchase, since she did ahve access to the primary accounts for her cover of getting a gift for 'herself' while on Illium.

Regardless of Kes'Trel making such a comment passively and more than likely in jest of their predicament, Shade shuddered faintly at the thought that crept into her subconscious and immediately molested it. There were enough horror stories circulating the Extranet on the very trade he described and what they would be used for if they ended up in the wrong hands.

"Don't....just...don't, not now," she uttered, shaking her head faintly, trying to free herself of such thoughts. Save for the physical violation, they weren't too far better off. Granted, indentured servitude may have been legal and morally questionable, but he wasn't the one in shackles.

Even other such traders at the market seemed appalled by the public display and surely should have been humiliating for the quarian woman for all to look upon her like some restrained animal. Then again, with her ingrained tungsten talons that were meshed seamlessly into her suit and unable to be removed, it was a safety precaution. That, and the exiled quarian would have been lying if she hadn't made an aggressive display towards their current owner more than once that earned her such accessories.

If only she had managed to dig deep enough into her flawless azure skin and shred it with a pull of her razor-honed talons, very much like a bird of prey...or even a turian that favored using their hands unrestrained in combat. Only then it would have been tolerable knowing she suffered for putting her and Kes'Trel through this.

She was half-tempted to attempt anyway, anything to get her to stop talking, listening to her drone on and on as if they were nothing but merchandise in a free market economy. After exile, it was only the next worse thing, especially against her own will.

Shade perked up at the human female's statement, the rather plain-looking one with the armed escort, looking them over behind her nearly-opaque black visor, the faint hue of her silvery-white eyes aglow against it as she studied them as closely as they seemed to be looking to her and her male counterpart.

The asari, on the other hand, grinned excitedly, a potential buyer. She clasped her hands before her with a selling smile.

"Oh, these two are something special, I assure you...." She began, looking to Shade. "...well go on, dear, tell her what you're knowledgeable in."

She resisted the urge to tell them of her self-taught talents of infiltration, espionage, and occasionally assassination of targets of her own choice. That would more than likely attract unwanted attention to either of them, so sticking with her former occupation was a wise decision.

"...I served as Chief Engineer aboard my home vessel in the Migrant Fleet. Mechanical and technical systems in most modern starships are something I am familiar with and capable of repairing, installing, and removing components. I hold no formal certification, but I can service anything as small as a shuttle, all the way up to kilometer-long freighters, anything in the civilian sector. Weapons systems are not my specialty. I am also familiar with many programming languages, operating systems, and interfaces."

The asari cut her off as politely as possible as she gestured towards Kes'Trel.

"Yes, yes, dear, you are more than adept in your fields worthy of noting...now let your lover speak on his behalf."

"...he's not my lover," she corrected out loud, a hint of hesitation and disappointment in her voice. Even if they had more pressing matters, it didn't change that moment in his quarters or any less how it hurt her. "...traveling companion...a friend, nothing more."

"Oh...well, regardless, as you heard, she is quite skilled...but this one..." the asari trailed, looking troubled towards Kes'Trel, "...well, he's not very talkative save for a few words here and there, I don't know much about him. The woman spoke highly of him in complementing where she was weakest in other fields, such as defensive systems. They make such a great pair and deserve to be a duo to solve all your problems...so, think we can reach a deal and get these two to work to benefit you and the galaxy as a whole?"

Shade stopped herself from trying to curl her fingers inward enough to get at the lock that held her restraints. It was just beyond her range of flexibility and she'd be arrested for publicly eviscerating the asari if she managed to do so. What she couldn't do physically, sufficed mentally as she imagined it with her hardened glare behind her visor tracking the blue bimbo's every move very much like the predator that she was.

Kes'Trel's body language did not cease its statue-like appearance, as always he was aggravated with the world around him. The same one that was fought for everyday in battles, some so small that they might as well have not happened at all. He on the other hand, was somewhat of the opposite side of the spectrum. The battles under this agent's name in a very lengthy document that only the Quarian Federation had captivity of were large in a way that few understood. Political assassinations, cooperative counter-insurgent efforts with other government that some would have thought to be unlikely when considering the reach of the Federation - mind blowing incidents that the universe will never hear of. Some of the worst people, previously disguised by the media or hidden beneath the cloth of anonymity have been killed by individuals more secret than them.

Espionage and deniable operations intrigued the public - it teased them with the possibilities shown through film, general cinema. But few could even guess what has truly happened in this year alone, Kes'Trel is not like one of those heroes in the movies, however. There are no medals, no peaceful home or glorious retirement that comes with an action-filled, final mission. Nothing concludes with everything resolved, there was a lot left unanswered and abandoned. No matter how far the Quarian would dig, there is no satisfaction to come out of this job. Other than knowing one has served their people and a purpose greater than most. In the Federation, you are either a civilian, a citizen or a soldier. It was for Kes'Trel however, that he was a soldier at birth - and has yet to come to terms with the fact he will lose the luxury of the first two.

He had the chance to live a normal life, and to a degree it only brought him deeper into the hole that his superiors dug for him. They were lucky that he was so undyingly loyal, otherwise they would have a mighty problem keeping someone as dangerous as Kes'Trel at bay. They prevented him from being anything that resembled a normal person - but this was he was signed up for, what he willingly participated in. He had the opportunity the quit the training any time, to go home and to never step foot onto a military vessel again. At one point, the man had a family at home - it was sooner or later their peace would be compromised.

Kes'Trel tried his best to keep these two different lives separate. But it was not so easy. When you keep monsters at bay so long, you tend to bring some of them home. While they do not follow you in their physical manifestations, they do hold onto your soul. Emotional luggage and no cart to carry it in - neglect sets in when it comes to other people. Family, friends, those who you are supposed to love - yet he was to focused on other things. He would only know how much the little things mattered after he lost them. Kes'Trel lived a hard life but it was brought upon by himself. One invites in what they put out, and the infiltrator did nothing but push death into other people's lives, replacing them.

This was the punishment, it had to be. In reaching-distance of accomplishing a final mission, something worthy of a retirement mission - only to see it crumble away because money was more important for people. The pursuit of currency was an unworthy sport for the superior man - but so many have fallen to its lullaby and promises. Now Kes'Trel was being bought. He understood the universe from a pedestrian's perspective for the first time in a life time, not even a decade. Others want to exploit you, use you and if they can gain something from it - abuse you. Everything and everyone is a product. An old block of moldy cheese is the cosmos, and the organics inside were the maggots.

Kes'Trel did not want anyone to speak for him, that was an embarrassment. It was no one's business in the first place - but he knew that the statement itself would ensure Shade would not say a single thing regarding his true colours - if one could say that. He was every soldier on the inside, outside, but only in rare occasions. While he acted strong, cold and assertive - Shade saw that he is a repressed mind like any other. Grew up without a proper childhood and was raised patriotic - although his own people did not put too much effort into keeping his important actions up to date on payments. There were many people on his shit-list as of now, this Asari was becoming one.

He noticed how his companion reacted to it - everything was rather true, that she said. Friends, nothing more, a concept that Kes'Trel hardly understood in the first place. Friendship was something earned in countless battles - his last friend died on Omega, he felt. Shade was hard to pinpoint for him, the Quarian did not know what to think of the fellow suit and her relation to him. After Rasputin was dead, they would probably part forever. Salvation in the truest sense would be given to the woman, who would have deserved it by then - the Federation has been in debt to her for long. Kes'Trel however, was in many ways chained to the Federation for life.

Loyalist or not, he sympathized with Shade in this dark moment for both of them. As of now, he just wanted to get out of the ownership of this Asari. He found them increasingly arrogant and unlikable, during this brief stay on Illium. There were some exceptions, but the first impression was hard to erase at this particular time. "In my previous profession, I was skilled in espionage and infiltration. You look like dangerous people - so I guess in that regard we can relate." It was incredible how much he decided to open up about, while the details were still somewhat vague, it surprised his 'friend' Shade just as much as he did himself. But Kes'Trel was tired of being on display, it was time to stretch his legs and reset his ambitions once again. He still had a job to do. "I do not have much else to say - other than I would be more than worth the money and I can live up to high expectations."

Elenor Dravunsci
Spectre
Date: January 19th, 2201
Location:
Planet/Station: Illium
System: Tasale
Nebula: Crescent Nebula
Assignment: Locate SAIS Agent 'Red'
Mission Time: 5 days

Interesting. A mechanic and a stalker. And if Elenor was any judge, the female was also a stalker of a different sort as well. They'd be useful. The 'Mechanic' easily. They could always use another maintainer on the ship. As for an extra shooter, well, she'd be picking up two. Which was win for her.

"I see. 40K for both." Elenor said, opening the floor to work on a haggle with the Asari. It was one thing to be dealing with this kind of bullshit. Another to have to play it straight when she wanted nothing more than to draw her pistol, shoot the Asari, and unlock the shackles on teh female quarian. In fact, she had purposely crossed her arms in an attempt to keep her control, as her team would have noticed by now with the short time they'd known her aboard the ship.

She wanted to get this done. She wanted to find the loophole that she could use to release hte pair. But first, it would be a matter of actually getting them.

The asari was stunned, shocked even. They had discussed this prior on what NOT to tell potential buyers and scare them off knowing that their purchase may very well attack them and seek freedom from the contract. Then again, discussion involved her speaking to Kes'Trel and him merely listening...or so she thought he was. Masking it as best as possible as any saleswoman would, she smiled nonetheless as she looked to Elanor.

Kes'Trel said his fill, or at least she had hoped that was all he had to share. Her uneasiness began to show, thinking that he had managed to spook them into leaving. Then again, her compatriots that flanked her looked prepared for an all-out assault on...something. The mercenary business wasn't her forte, nor did she want anything to do with it.

"Well...they are both clearly experts in their respective fields and hold a wealth of knowledge and skills, all of which can be all yours for the right price."

The asari gave a small nervous laugh, smiling still. So it was going to be this game. Very well, they would play on her terms.

"Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. I know you're eager to acquire them for your own means, but the stipulations of their contract, one drafted on the grounds of inability to pay debt, requires them to be purchased at the established prices. A 15% discount for taking both of them is quite generous. Most of my competitors offer far inferior servants in terms of skills or education and you would be lucky to find a 5% discount from them. With me, you get more for less. The 85,000 credits is firm for the pair."

She opened up her omni-tool to bring up the quarians' contracts to give a quick reference glance over before looking back to Elenor, whom seemed quite preturbed on the matter, smiling nonetheless. Prone to aggression or not, they were in a public setting in broad daylight, even they weren't so bold to attempt anything.

"In addition to this, the contract calls for an official signing on if you intend to free them from it or not. If you don't, then the 85,000 will take them and they are yours for no less than 1 year to the day. If you do, however...there is a contract termination penalty of 25,000 for each, so 50,000 in total. If you desire to take them at 85,000 and free them, it will come to a final price of 135,000."

The asari saleswoman looked to the trio, smiling still.

"So...do we have a deal?"

Shade's attention, though silent, drew to Elenor, curious if this human was going to purchase them or walk to leave them to whatever next horror may come along and buy their contracts. She damned Kes'Trel in her mind for inputting the notion of what happened to some slaves when the more perverse acquired their contracts.

It was time for another act and her to take the stage. It worked on the Blue Suns when she was all but at the end of her rope in their custody. Surely it would work here as well. With her traumatic past and experiences, finding the right emotion and affliction in her voice came naturally as she held her clasped hands out, wrists still shackled towards the human female.

"...please...I cannot suffer this indignity any longer..." she pleaded convincingly, her voice soft, begging, and nearly on the verge of crying. "...please...take us...far away from here, from her...I am a living, breathing, sentient being, not livestock..." Shade added with emphasis, pulling her wrists against her restraints briefly. It was to no avail, they were to strong to break by her own accord and teasingly beyond lock-picking distance.

The asari nervously cleared her throat, giving a faint chuckle.

"Well, now...things aren't all that bad, dear. You're fed three times daily with ample nutrition, your own comfortable quarters for privacy. I really wish I could simply release you, but this is business regretfully. Maybe next time you will learn to pay your debts in a timely manner. Honestly, this is the lesser of two evils. Either this or incarceration."

Enough delay or attempt to win over the buyer's heart and sympathy. Sooner she offloaded these two, the quicker she could make another purchase and keep the cycle going.

"In any case...Miss...would you like to take these two wonderful people today? I have the contracts here and ready to be signed over once payment is processed."

Elenor Dravunsci
Spectre
Date: January 19th, 2201
Location:
Planet/Station: Illium
System: Tasale
Nebula: Crescent Nebula
Assignment: Locate SAIS Agent 'Red'
Mission Time: 5 days

Well damn. She had expected the Asari to be willing to haggle. Seems not. Which meant either purchasing them outright at that ungodly cruel price, since Elenor planned on releasing them from the contracts as soon as possible, or simply pay the 85K and have them stuck with her for the next Galactic Standard Year.

Elenor put a hand to her chin, clearly in thought. The extra pair of hands would be well wroth the price, but Elenor wanted to make sure that this Asari had a much harder lot in selling indentured anythings for the rest of her life. Yes, it meant Elenor might have to fabricate a story about this Asari, but she would find life would have been so much easier had she merely worked with Elenor on this.

"Fine. 135,000 credits for both." She stated, already opening her omni-tool and shuffling the funds to a dump account, the kind made for a single lump sum purchase. Stepping forward, she made sure to get a good, solid look at the Asari, as well as the location in which she was running business. Illium police were not going to have a hard time finding her.

"Contracts please." She stated, pulling out an archaic pen of her's to sign with. It didn't have any material inside it to write with, but it worked well enough to put a pressure point on pads and holograms to allow Elenor to actually sign a document alongside her print.

As she signed it, she told the Asari about the account info for the sum, and turned to the two Quarians. Unshackling the female, she nodded to both of them. Grabbing their hands, she had slipped a small OSD into their palms, explaining who she was. "Go to dock 305. I'm sure you could use some help getting on your feet after this experience." She said, nodding to them both, before looking at her team. "Alright, back to what we were here for originally." Elenor said, smiling as she pull opened her omnitool one last time, while they walked away, informing Illium Police that there was a suspected slave trader trying to cover captured civilians by selling them as indentured servants. She made sure to include her Spectre status in the report, as well as teh Asari's description and location.

Shame Elenor wouldn't be around when the police arrived to investigate the claim.

Vrix looked to the two quarians, weighing things silently in his mind. Elanor had already committed them to action, it was just a question of how that action played out, and how he could best help move that action along. While knew they were rubbish soldiers, they did seem to stand up well in virtually every other area, and honestly, he'd enjoy someone aside from himself making others uncomfortable, since most races held a strange disdain for the quarians. Besides, extra hands to keep the salarian bucket running in good order wouldn't hurt. He bowed his massive head for a moment, slowly stepping forward, in front even of Elanor, just as she was turning to leave. When next he spoke, his voice was a low, deep growl that anyone without audible range would recognize. It was the threat of eminent danger.

Based on their interactions Elanor would know he had more restraint than to do anything stupid, but sometimes, the bluff of violence was just as useful. Intimidation served a very wonderful purpose. Looking to the asari with a deadly predatory gaze he pulled himself up to his full height, dwarfing anyone nearby easily.

"Did you know that humans have a fruit called a banana? These fuits are elongated with tough, sectioned skin...when you peel back their skins, it's actually rather gruesomely similar to pulling back the scalp fronds of an asari. I have an addendum. You stop it with the slave racket, pack up, and be off of Illium within a week, and I'll let you keep your limbs and scalp. If you think we wouldn't start anything in broad daylight, then you're clearly underestimating the krogan race." He offered a very dangerous smile that krogan usually only wore just before or just after battle, and continued on in a similarly dangerous tone.

"I know how business deals on Illium work; I've been here several times before. You're prices are pretty inflated. The Lady Dravunsci may have gotten what she wanted, but I'm wise to your swindling. Merchendise that needs shackles? There's plenty you're obviously not telling us. For the same price we could have bought off the police to look the other way while you rot in an exhaust drain and these two pieces of merchendice 'mysteriously disappear'. So...I strongly recommend the deal, or else the next purchase we make on Illium is for police silence while we take the rest of your 'stock' and you develop a sudden lack of existance." Oh yes, he even used air quotes for those two words, making sure to grin meanicingly. He was needed to play the intimidating bodyguard of the "Dravunsci Princess", and so he would fulfill that role...and hopefully she'd get as much satisfaction as he at seeing exactly how pale of a blue an asari could turn.

Without waiting for a reply he would turn on his heel and follow the group off into the distance, feeling a mild bit of smug satisfaction. That should have rattled her a bit.

The asari smiled all the wider. Yes, a done deal without a debate on price. Her professionalism won out in the end despite how overly emotional and dramatic her "wares" were being to the potential buyer. Maybe they earned sympathy points and pushed this human over into buying them without question. Who knew? Question was, did she care? Now that the sale was being finalized, very little. A decent haul for a pair of quarians to say the least.

"Oh, excellent, most excellent, I'll draw up your reciept right away."

She had gotten so carried away in finalizing the sale, she had forgotten all about the documentation involved, chuckling weakly.

"Oh, of course, silly me," She said apologetically as she produced the folded-up contracts from a pocket upon her person, placing them upon her datapad after locking the screen to give the human a firm place to sign them off. The transaction and its anticipation were killing her. It had been some time since she broke the 100,000 mark on a sale. Things were looking up.

While the human signed off on the purchase for official records, the asari reached into her other pocket for the key to the quarian woman's restraints. The talons alone made her leery of doing it herself knowing that she had already tried taking a swipe at her when they were turned over as debtors. They were the human woman's property now, she could do with them as she pleased...within reason, of course, but them, and the key to the restraints were her's as she traded the signed contracts for the key, nervously watching as she quickly went to unlock them herself and free the quarian.

Shade rubbed her recently freed wrists, looking to the OSD in her palm before glancing to Kes'Trel, trying to gauge his reaction. He had to have been thinking along the same lines as she was then and there. This human just spent a considerable amount of credits on both of them, as well as freeing them from their contracts of servitude. They were technically, by any definition, free to do as they pleased. There was no obligations requiring them to go where this woman told them to and could literally just walk away without a single implication.

However, she had a point, one that Shade wished was untrue. Aside from the suits upon their bodies, she and Kes'Trel had nothing. All of their equipment, their gear, even credit chits and other assorted items were aboard the ship still. The only solace she could take was that her younger sibling, Rash, was still aboard. That, however, asked for more questions as to why she didn't front them the money to prevent this from happening. For all she knew, it was Rash's plan from the start out of retaliation for the spat they had. She was petty like that.

The point was moot though. With their freedom granted, an OSD of information, and a destination to go to, they hadn't much else to go on. A creditless, unarmed quarian wandering around Illium wasn't exactly ideal, especially not when she was wanted by the Blue Suns with a considerable bounty on her head. She may as well have had a bulls-eye painted upon her suit with a glowing neon sign that said "free pay day" for turning her in, alive or otherwise.

Sighing, realizing that even if she may end up regretting it or digging up another proverbial can of worms in doing so on top of her already heaping plate of problems, Shade merely nodded as her code of honor dictated her actions, looking to Kes'Trel breifly.

"Very well...we'll be there whenever you return...thank you for your kindness." she politely addressed the human, nodding to her bodyguards before disappearing into the crowd, destined for the dock in question and find out what purpose this human decided to purchase them for, let alone free them from their contracts.

However, it seemed that business was not yet complete, at least not personally as they proceeded to leave, the hulking krogan stepped forward within a foot of the asari, making her reel backwards in surprise, a look of shock on her face that quickly turned to fright at his menacing words.

The menacing, malicious smile he flashed did not belay her fear any. It made it worse as she paled, swallowing nervously as the pit of her stomach churned in duress.

She barely held her composure at his menacing might, her hands quivered as adrenaline brought on by terror tried to force her into flight for survival. Feeling nauseous and on the verge of losing it, she merely nodded, understanding what he was saying and what it would mean to her well-being if she didn't do as he told.

"Y-yeah...I u-understand...crystal c-clear," she squeaked, already planning on her career change then and there. Swindling the wrong people often led to terrible outcomes, and she skated very close to that. No since in tempting fate twice. "...h-have a p-p-pleasent day..."

It seemed that the human was sympathetic. To a degree, certainly those people could understand the horrors of slavery - after all they were slavers their own people for centuries. While the practice has been utterly demolished from their culture - or at least where the human politics remained dominate. It was out here in these extensions of space that such trades were far too common and a vicious detail to an already brutal life that existed for people 'of the trades' - as the Quarians called them. Individuals who had to work for their purpose - the term was originally outfitted for those on pilgrimage.

It was such, that people thought Kes'Trel has been on all of these years. His own parents probably think he is a failure, as he had yet to properly return and show them how far he has gotten. But it was a necessary loss, that of recognition, for the greater good of the Quarian people - it was what he was taught. Not only that, but the idea has been in his head since youth, no amount of propaganda could have placed his loyalty into him at the level it was now. Some people were born, not made, to be the frontrunner for a greater cause. While the cause felt lost at times, it was still there - waiting for it to be achieved.

But finally, it seemed that the purchase has been made. This was strange, as it as the most freedom this Quarian has felt in a long time. For once, it was as if the Federation no longer had its arms wrapped around him - like talons overshadowing its prey. He felt as if he could walk away from everything, even those who have made the kind transaction of ownerships. While Kes'Trel had the opportunity to request permission to simply leave entirely right then and there, he did not. This squadron had a purpose, whatever it was seemed to be as righteous as their leader, or so how the hunch went. Assumptions were dangerous, but this one seemed strangely right and trustworthy.

Even the Krogan seemed to be in a morally strong position. The subtle threat toward the Asari caused Kes'Trel to smirk under his visor, something unnoticeable to everyone else but him. It was one of those rare moments that he did anything of the sort that could hint to emotion - despite being a wreck on the inside. Most people saw him as a suit that lacked such abilities in the first place, to demonstrate these things that made other species intelligent creatures capable of such expression. Kes'Trel had sort of become the stereotype of what people thought of his people, sometimes soulless, walking costumes with the only resemblance to life being their eyes behind the mask. But either way, he hardly smiled ever, possibly never, but this was the one time the exception could be made.

So far, the group made a rather good impression. Usually Krogans were brutes, flat out violent creatures - perhaps that is just the common opinion speaking. But it was known that when they grew in population, it was easy to raise an army and set forth on conquest to give their people more territory, a home for the children. The entire culture was centered around ancient rituals, almost all of them around death or the humiliation of death. Back in the stone age for Quarians, parts of history some have forgotten, the people used to live by a very similar rule and code for life. One of the traditions was not to decease the enemy, but rather make a mockery of them by beating them with sticks before hand. This was a similar ideology to some Krogan clans - it was hard to admire or respect them as they have yet to pull themselves out of the dark ages - let alone experience their own golden one.

But Kes'Trel had to admit, not all of them were the same and it was probably an underlying discrimination that has been developing that made him think otherwise at times. The one near him now confronted the stereotypes he placed in his mind and easily destroyed them. While still aggressive and militant, to a degree, he did acknowledge the fault of a greedy system that this Asari contributed to. If the Krogan felt any satisfaction from what was said, they certainly deserved to, as it was more truth than anything else that was heard this day by the Quarians. This only concreted Kes'Trel's decision, which he would soon address.

Dock 305, their next destination and the new chapter for the Quarians. It seemed that they were given a chance to 'wake' after their experience under the Asari, who might as well have had them both at a leash and on their knees. Recovering from such degrading and humiliation may take a few days at best, but physically the fatigue went away along with the mental stress. "We are in debt to you, may we serve accordingly." Kes'Trel swore. Today was full of surprises, not only had he given his allegiance, while temporarily at that - the sudden budget-cut put him in a place of desperation. "The only thing we are going to need are weapons and as of now - we are without currency."

There was a mutual sense of trust, so it seemed. Not only did the leader slip an OSD into the hands of the female, but it was expected of them to cooperate. Not it a very mean spirited way, or one that hinted of forced service - it was an understanding that both parties would take to heart. After the generous action, it would be almost of a back-stap to try and not return the favour. Kes'Trel was indeed within debt to yet another person, but this time it was not so much a matter of credits. This was not some 'friend' who would sell them, like the Quarian's previous pilot did. So the old saying was true, - 'Those who offer a hand have earned a teammate, because it is hard for the other to not return with gratitude and raise a gun in cooperation, especially when it is toward a common enemy'.

Venat stood at ease with his hands clasped behind his back. He watched as Elenor strode forward, the small crowd that had gathered parted around her. With luck this transaction would be handled in a timely manner, no matter the outcome. He itched to return to their mission, whether or not two quarians would be in tow would remain to be seen. The asari’s eyes drifted towards them. Venat straightened instinctively, narrowing his eyes until they looked like nothing but black holes in his skull. The more intimidating they looked, the better this would go, at least that was how the scenario played out in his head. They didn’t need much help with intimidation tactics, Vrix did the job single-handed, and Venat’s scars displayed an obvious battle-weariness.

The quarians would be useful additions, provided that everything they said proved accurate. It wouldn’t surprise him if it were true, the quarians he knew were quick-thinkers and adaptable. They had to be, he imagined, living on ships most of their lives. Besides, he doubted the claws were for show. He swallowed, fighting the impulse to speak as the asari droned on and on. They were well-fed, made comfortable, kept in good help… that did nothing to explain the shackles. He closed his eyes to regain his composure as the female quarian spoke her piece. Disgusting, that was the only word for it. Was the system abused so easily? Venat knew there were flaws in every law code, he had seen them in action, but never had it been so open.

He heard Vrix move from his side, when he opened his eyes the krogan was towering over the asari. His flashes of anger before, the low snarl of his voice as he spoke, and Venat’s first thought was that they were about to start trouble. No. Too risky, should know better. He tensed, his bad eye began to twitch rapidly. As his companion’s speech dragged on, his shoulders sagged, the tension left him like the air from a balloon. Krogan weren’t known for long speeches, especially not before a confrontation. The moment passed, he found himself smirking at the imagery. It was almost poetic, albeit repulsive.

Venat stepped forward to receive the two quarians, nodding to the female as she passed by them. “There will be weapons available in the armoury. You will be outfitted with the necessary equipment,” he said to the other. He opened his omni-tool up, alerting the crew about their newest members. “Look forward to speaking with you and your companion later.” The offhand mention of infiltration and espionage had piqued his curiosity, though he had to wonder who exactly they had picked up. He bowed his head towards them both, then wound around the crowd to catch-up with the commander.

Now, hopefully, they could do what it was they came here for.

Faustus stood by quietly as Elenor began to barter for the quarians with their Asari salesperson. He felt that this was a good thing, and had some good benefits if they got a return of investment from the Quarians. Not only would they have some technological and mechanical expierence but they also appeared to have combat and infiltration expierience, things that not only he could learn, but would be vital for the mission he imagined. The price was steep but with the Quarians skills and traits it was believable that they could be incredibly helpful on the ship as well as for the mission.

The sale was finalized as Elenor bought them and subsequently freed them leaving them to do what they will. "Go to dock 305. I'm sure you could use some help getting on your feet after this experience." Elenor commanded, He couldn't help but admire her generosity and moral fiber, something that the galaxy needed more of he thought. Faustus couldn't help but feel as if some good was done.

"We are in debt to you, may we serve accordingly. The only thing we are going to need are weapons and as of now - we are without currency." The male Quarian spoke. Faustus was happy to see that the Quarians decided to return the favor and aid the them further. Faustus smiled a bit, his excitement getting the better of him. He immediately tried to look stolid once again, scanning around to observe the people around him. Luckily for him he wasn't the only one beside Elenor, Vrix was intimidating, and Venat kept better attention. He would have to learn much more from them if he wished to get better.

Faustus watched as Vrix scared a fear into the Asari, surprisingly enough causing a sense of confident comfort in the party as well as the Quarians. Not very often a Krogan can make him feel calm, than again it's not often that he is on the Krogan side. He'd have to make a habit of making more Krogan friends. Venat finished the whole conversation and addressed the two quarians, “There will be weapons available in the armoury. You will be outfitted with the necessary equipment, Look forward to speaking with you and your companion later.”

"Welcome aboard." he couldn't help but adding. Now though, it was time to focus again, they had a mission to do.