"They sent me on a mission with the rest of my squad." Kyra said "Into the Skyllian Verge. We were supposed to hit a relatively undefended Batarian supply depot. Our intel was wrong, and because of that, we weren't prepared for the defenses they'd readied."
"We were hit hard when we were about a k from our objective." She continued, voice getting angrier as she remembered the first mines blowing. "The Batarians started the attack by detonating several anti-personnel mines they'd set along the road. Our shields stopped the blasts, but before we could get to cover, they opened up on us with rockets and heavy machine guns. We lost Jason in that volley, they hit him with at least 2 rockets."
"Our squad leader, Valent, got us organized enough so we could execute a fighting retreat. I think he was hoping it would give us enough time to call in reinforcements from the Hastings. We were told to find a defensible location, which was easier said than done. We did end up finding a decent position, but not before we lost two more squadmates, a rookie and another that I never got a chance to know." Kyra said, regretting that missed opportunity. "We wound up pinned down in a small rock formation, with enough outcroppings that we could stay behind cover. We held that position for at least 20 minutes, under constant rocket and heavy weapons fire, and the only response we could get from our ship was "Hold your position". They wouldn't even tell us if help was on the way or not."
"Shortly after the last transmission, one of them got lucky with a grenade and killed our radio operator, Kong Zien, destroying the transmitter in the process. With him down, one of our flanks opened up, and we were unable to hold those assholes off. Valent was hit by a sniper as he tried to back up my position. He didn't die right off, but with him out, I knew I wasn't going to make it out. I got hit, and the next thing I remember, I was back on the Hastings, in a hospital bed." she said sadly. "They determined that it was my fault that my squad got killed, how I don't know, but, rather than throwing me into the brig, they decided that they'd be better off hitting me with a dishonorable discharge and shipping me off to Omega. You know the rest, after that."
Kyra turned back to working out after she finished, trying to forget that incident by exertion.
"Firmly: Verahl, if we are to be a part of this union then Aegis must patrol our drop points and secure our exchanges. The Archons must be willing to comply with this as well. Concerned: If we are going to expand, then we will need both of your troops to protect that expansion."
Lux watched as Darun, the lumbering Elcor and leader of the Azure Shields, "stood" on the far side of the table. Linked to his back cloth by chain was an Asari on a collar, wearing a dress so thin and gauzy that it might as well not have been there. After a small gesture from Darun she unhooked herself from his back and walked around the table carrying rather expensive bottles of wine, giving one to each of the "executives" at the table before moving to the wall behind Darun, following another of his instructions.
The Elcor had been taking his time with the consideration of his positions and requests, either as a tactic for unnerving the other negotiators like his secretary's appearance, or simply because Elcor take time to do everything. For Lux though, it was a slow torture. His patience was wearing thin. He didn't have much input on the terms anymore. He could lead troops in combat, but when it came to negotiations, he hadn't the patience or subtlety to make the best compromises.
"We will agree to protect the shipment's drop points, but they will need to be centralized," replied Vovdeen, the Salarian leader of the Archons. "As it stands, currently they are too spread out to cover constantly. If they are to be under our protection, we will centralize them for convenience as well as the ability to better concentrate security efforts."
"I'm going to check up on the security outside," Lux whispered to Verahl as he rose from his seat. Lux had enough of hearing the negotiations, he needed a break. He'd get the recap of what they needed from Verahl afterwards.
He opened the doors, and stepped outside of the board room. Vovdeen had secured a set of arbitrator's offices for the meeting to take place. It was a fitting place for the final terms of this partnership to be arranged. The leadership of the Azure Shields, Archons, and Aegis had all sat down in the large meeting room, with guards from all three organizations posted outside. Lux looked over the lobby, and could see most of the guards there were taking it rather easy. Some were outside patrolling the exterior, while others were on rooftops ensuring it was secured. Lux had ordered Paladin and Lee to monitor the exterior, with Karnak and Sal left to set up in the interior, while Preven and Esten set up their snipers on a nearby rooftop. With the high levels of security, and the location of the meeting only known to the three sets of leadership beforehand, no one really expected any trouble to come to them, but it still would be an opportune time to strike if they were discovered, and so they must all be ready in case anything occurred.
After hearing the engines and seeing the ship take off, Serina again stood, and walked back to her locker, carefully reaching behind her to detach her weapons,leaving the pistol in it's compartment near her knee. After, she slowly stripped off her armor, though after the short stint in it, she had finally gotten used to the weight on her rib and she was somewhat sad to have to take it off. Before locking her armor and weapons back up, she took the pouch with painkillers out and tucked it behind her belt. She went to the workshop she had seen the new Salarian go into earlier this morning.
As she opened the door, she heard Keith, she believed was his name and the turian from earlier in the day talking and drinking something,she couldn't quite place the can from her angle,with the Salarian. Walking out, she attempted to join the small conversation, "Hello, Keith, Rook.Hey, Narthex, is it? I'm Serina." she tipped her head slightly to each in turn, for the Salarian, she added in a simple greeting given in the Salarian language, though probably slightly garbled, it'd been a few years since she had spoken it.
"Do you know the reason we're here at all, Esten?" Preven said, as he was giving a quick look at the calm street below. It doesn't seem like much is going on.Preven thought, sitting back and stretching while waiting for Esten to answer.
"Why yes, I am Narath. It's a pleasure to meet you Rook. I assume you're one of the regular employees here at Aegis yes?" Narath stood and shook the Turian's hand, grabbing his can of Tupari from its resting place. He did have awhile before any sort of results, or even work, had to happen, so it couldn't hurt to meet some more of his coworkers.
Just as he was about to suggest moving to a new room, a Asari walked into the workshop. She seemed polite enough, though the greeting in his own language caught him off guard.
"Er, my name is Narath, but yes, it's very nice to meet you." Narath shifted his weight from one leg to another, trying to puzzle out why Serina would bother using his language in a greeting but not do the same for Rook.
"Sorry, I meant no disrespect, and I see from that look on your face you're not used to being spoken to in your tongue, Narrath, my father was Salarian and he...*sniff* taught me a few manners," During he pause, she had to hold back a small trickle of tears, but not before one escaped her eye, though she was too busy concentrating on the slight pain from her side and stopping the flood of tears from breaking through to notice.
"I just thought I'd offer my services for minor-*short gasp*- work duties, I heard something about you tweaking with weapons. I don't know much about specifics, but I can manipulate cores to not overheat as quickly, and the like. I can help with the basic things around here,so you can get on to more complicated tweaking." She turned to Keith as she said her final word.
"Or I can help you with getting the most out of the vehicles we have in here."
"Orders," Esten replied. His eyes weren't currently pressed down a scope, but rather set to do a broad sweep of the area, unless anything caught his eyes. "If this meeting goes well, and without unexpected incidents, our purpose for being here won't need to be filled."
Paladin stood by a guard from another organization, the group of guards had agreed to occasionally patrol around the exterior of the building, staggering their times and keeping radio contact to ensure that no one could get a drop on them without everyone knowing.
Paladin looked up to where Esten was positioned, He had issues being covered by the rifle of a psychopath, but as long as he didn't murder any more civilians he could resist the occasional urge to wring his cartilage stuffed neck.
Besides he thought, It's not like anyone is going to attack an arbitrators office, The buildings and the services within were famous for being simultaneously discrete and well known. And it was a commonly accepted fact that they were neutral territory, their services were essential in stopping the squabbling merc organizations from escalating their conflict and destroying a wing of the station.
He began his patrol route, walking a lap around the building, occasionally stopping to talk with some of the other guards he had become somewhat acquainted with during the previous negotiations.
Narath remained quiet during Sarina's bout of emotions. Partly because he didn't want to assume any reason for the tears, after all how could he have known whether her father was dead, they had a falling out, or if she was crying for some other reason altogether. The rest of why he didn't feel the need to speak was that he wasn't quite sure how to react. Narath had spent so much of his life learning and studying the scientific parts of the universe, he was almost at a loss on how to behave when other individuals tried to connect with him on a personal level.
The offer of her helping him, though, Narath did know exactly how to react.
"I appreciate your offer, I truly do, but...do you actually have any training in weapons development or any of the related sciences?" as he spoke his face pulled back into a mix of a half-smile and a grimace. On one hand he didn't want to insult her, he had heard terrible things about what pissed-off Asari had done, he wasn't exactly keen on giving her full access to any of his projects. Granted, he didn't even have any projects going yet, but Narath wasn't the kind of individual to leave any loose strings.
"Nothing official,just experience, but I've used or seen just about every weapon used in the last century, and give me a bit of time with any weapon and I can tell you how to the get the most out of it with the minimum energy usage or whatever your trying to do." Serina watched the Salarian, trying to puzzle him out, he had a curious look on his face. Most Salarians she'd met were outrageously social, to the point of making her sick sometimes. She assumed he was one of the pure scientist's she'd occasionally come across in her travels, the kind that was more at home in his lab than anyplace else.
"Look, I'm just looking to do something somewhat helpful over the next few weeks while my ribs re-knit themselves. I don't like sitting around, and I abhor doing nothing while everyone else is either on a job or doing something back here at base. So, if you don't think I can help you, I can find something else to do. You were my first stop because it was the least strenuous work I could think of. The rumors floating around here were that you were a weapons maker, by the looks of this place, you are."
Rook gave a very puzzled and uncertain look at Serina as she began to break down, that soon turned into a scowl.
Is Verahl really letting the company standards drop this fast? All we needed here to improve upon the last backstabbing Salarian was an over-emotional Asari.
"Uh..." Keith continued to drone in the background, with an extremely confused look on his face. He had been almost silent since the Asari had begun to cry. "Thanks, but no thanks. I, I think I'll be able to handle the ships and their engines just fine..."
Rook remained silent, but still maintained the look of disdain on his face as the Asari swung the topic back around to the production of weapons.
"Well, shit," Brooks remarked after hearing the story. He was trying to look for better words than that, but was having trouble figuring out the best way to respond. "Isn't the first time I heard that story though, Paladin came from something similar. Though, for some reason, he still likes to refer to the Alliance as a 'we' when he gets worked up on it."
Brooks paused, as Kyra did her reps, and when she finished, and caught her breath, he continued.
"Me, personally, never had much love for the Alliance, even while I was on Liberty's Harvest," he said as he walked over the water fountain nearby and began filling up a bottle. "Almost all the soldiers stationed seemed like they wanted to be elsewhere or actually wanted something to happen so they'd have something to shoot. All we wanted was peace and good weather for the crops."
"Hell, half the time even, local PD was dealing with their asses when they got too drunk and rowdy at a bar," Brooks said as he turned back from the fountain and walked back over to Kyra. "Always put the cops on edge as well because most of the time, they'd leave the base still with a pistol in their holster."
"Then when shit actually did hit the fan, most of them ran and hid in their bunker until reinforcements arrived," he said, speaking in a more somber tone, as he leaned over and offered the bottle to Kyra.
Getting bored, David made his way to the range. Unclipping his sub-gun; he let loose on the target, wanting to see if the Asari's tinkering had had any effect. "Well I'll be damned, that lady does know what she's doing...still a bitch though." He muttered, shredding the target. Even with a stock it still recoils like a bastard. Maybe that Salarian weapons tech can do something? I'll ask in a bit.
Swapping to a thicker target he put his SMG away, and decided to work with his knifes. In this day and age with modern armours and kinetic barriers, a knife was a bit anachronistic, but David had found that there were times when having sharp pointy things was helpful. Readying himself he grasped the handle of the blade on his left wrist drew the knife, and with an accompanying 'thump' from a biotic throw, flicked the weapon down range at a sensationally velocity. Mirroring his stance, he repeated the actions with the blade on his right wrist, planting that blade beside the first one. That done, he retrieved both weapons and started again...
Time to wake up, Galus.
A Turian named Galus Talid was beginning to stir from his restless night, trying to sleeping off the last of his doubts about his recruitment to the "Aegis Protection Firm."
Deal with, Galus. You had two weeks to decide weither or not to swallow that bullet.
"I'm not doing this for myself." Galus whispered to the celling.
Forcing himself to get dressed, Galus checked his omni-tool and gasped when he saw he had an unread message. Didn't have to open it to know who sent it. No one wants to talk with Galus except for her. Shutting down the display and writing himself a mental note to read the message once he's fully awake, he stepped into the 1st level hallway and began the search for something to do that doesn't include getting wasted at the bar.
Deciding to workout until someone told him otherwise, Galus took the stairs to the training room. Once there, he noticed two Humans he recognized as Brooks and Kyra had the same idea as he did. After looking at the equipment they had, He deciding to let a punching bag to be the target of his pent up agression. Overhearing their conversation, Galus couldn't keep quiet anymore.
"It is almost like you Humans thought that the military was just a Boys Club. I knew humans were soft, but I didn't think you were undisciplined cowards."
"I don't exactly make weapons, just improve them. And while I truly do appreciate your offer, I'm not comfortable having untrained individuals working on my projects. Should I ever need help with a task more fitting to your particularly skills, though, I'll be sure ask."
Narath had done his best to be diplomatic in his refusal of her offer, so all he had to do was wait and see how Serina would react. From what he's seen, though, she could do anything from laugh it off to run away weeping, and that worried him. The last thing he needed the first day on the job was to get fried by biotics, or tossed through a wall.
With a sigh, knowing that there was really nothing she could do for bit, Serina nodded to both Keith and Narrath, and said, "Well, thanks for hearing me out, at least. Don't forget me if you need my skills."
Serina walked off and headed back to her quarters, a bit frustrated, but more at herself than anything else.let your guard down for one fucking nano-second and look where it gets you, stuck with ribs in places they're not supposed to be and you get put on ass-duty. Damn humans, just as touchy about themselves as purebloods.
Laying down on her bed, she realized she'd half to be more careful about the way she slept as well, the brace dug into her sides and if she moved either way in her sleep, she'd be waking up screaming in pain. Sighing again, and then grunting as she leaned up in her cot, she sat down on the chair provided at the foot of the cot, right beside her box where she used as both table,cupboard, and wardrobe. Carefully leaning over while opening up the lid, she slid out three sticks, all equal in length, but each heavier than the next, and began her little game and practice. First picking up one with her biotics, twirling it, and adding another, and the last, all twirling in mid-air, then in a pattern, weaving in and out of each other's airspace, before being hurled across the room to slam against the wall and rebound back toward her.
Kyra listened to Brooks' story before responding. "From what I heard about Liberty's Harvest, the men the Alliance had stationed there weren't very well armed." she said thoughtfully. "It's too bad, from what I heard, it was a beautiful planet."
"Thank you" She said, accepting the offered water bottle. "So how'd you end up in Omega? It doesn't exactly seem like a vacation spot."
"It is almost like you Humans thought that the military was just a Boys Club. I knew humans were soft, but I didn't think you were undisciplined cowards."
"I knew what I was getting into." Kyra responded, temper starting to pick up again. "I chose the military because I wanted to see the galaxy, meet interesting people, and see if I couldn't get back at some pirates."
Getting bored with range work, David decided to head back to the training room. Changing from his armour and into shorts and a tee shirt, he began stretching as he entered the room. The sight of another Turian made him check his pace, but only for a moment. Fuck another one. He sighed. Well I guess it's to be expected. Guess I'll just have to deal. Nodding to Brooks and Kyra, he made his way over to the heavy bag and began throwing punches.
"I knew humans were soft, but I didn't think you were undisciplined cowards."
A loud crash sounded through the room as David's biotics blew the heavy punching bag off its hook, and into the wall. "What the FUCK did you just say skullface?" He snarled, turning to glare at the Turian. "I wasn't at Liberty's Harvest, but right or wrong that was a base survival instinct. I don't like it but I understand it. Cowardly is dropping fucking rocks on GODDAMN CIVILIANS from fucking ORBIT!" Taking off his shirt, David revealed the tattoo on his chest. It was a large image of the Shanxi Colony emblem, with the words REMEMBER SHANXI across it.
His biotics flaring, David stalked across the floor, stopping inches from Galus' face. "Let me tell you a story, fucker. Shanxi, 'bout a week after the invasion, a small squad was dispatched into an urban zone for recon. Now most any other race, when spotting a six man team, would dispatch a larger ground based team to engage it. Maybe a local airstrike if there were no ground assets, but Turians? No, fucking Turians love their genocide, so when they get the fucking excuse to drop a rock the size of a office tower on them, and kill civilians they fucking take it!"
Jabbing the Turian in the chest with a finger, he went on. "It's fucking shame the Council stepped in when they did, we should've returned turned to fucking favour. Thanks to your peoples fucking cowardice my grandfather lost almost all his family. The only saving grace was that my grandmother and my father where on Earth at the time."
The pain brought tears to his eyes. Not the emotional kind pain, but the physical kind. Ah fuck me sideways! At this rate my jaw will never heal.
After listening to the human's little rant, Galus smiled.
"That's a cute story. It almost sounds like you know the cost of sacrifice. If I remember correctly, Humanity was recklessly activating relays without even worrying about the risk involved. My people were trying to prevent a stupid race releasing unknown horrors upon the galaxy. But of course, Humans haven't lost countless lifes to the Rachni. Your species didn't have to live every day in fear, thinking your planet would be attacked by the Krogans. You didn't get to see civilians gunned down by the Geth because Quarian thought it would be a great idea to play god with AI."
By this point, Galus smile was missing and he wasn't just mocking David anymore.
"You mourn for your Grandfather's lost? The day that you hold your wife's mangled body in your arms, then you can tell me about lost. That tattoo on your chest is just a feeble cry for attention. Real loss doesn't require a tattoo."
As he started to turn to leave, Galus clinched formed a fist and punched David in the jaw with a hard right hook.
"And don't you ever touch me again, I have boundary issues."
Heading to the door way, Galus turned to the other humans watching.
"I'm starving, does anyone want to join me in the kitchen?"
For fuck's sake.
Brooks wasn't waiting for this to get any worse. As David reeled back from the blow, Brooks charged low, and tackled him straight to the ground. He was quick to attempt to pin him to the ground, because he knew once those Biotics flared up, if his arms were free David could send him into the ceiling.
"Get. The. FUCK. Out of here," Brooks snapped. His normally cheery and sarcastic tone was replaced with one of bitter seriousness.
Before Galus could reach the door, it had opened. Rook was standing in the doorway looking in. He had heard the sounds the punching bag being thrown into the wall from the workshop and had gone to investigate.
"What happened in---"
"GET HIM OUT!" yelled Brooks as he cut Rook off. It wasn't a time for explanations.
Not hesitating, Rook grabbed Galus by his front collar, and pulled him out of the room and into the hallway. As the doors closed behind him, Rook quickly opened the holographic display beside him, and engaged the locks to the training room.
Rook was glad the unbalanced Asari was gone. While he didn't know much, it gave him the chance to talk shop with the Salarian. He was eager to learn what he could from him, and what his plans for modifications were. If he was lucky, he might even have the chance to make a couple suggestions or get his hands on a prototype.
His smile was wiped from his face though as he heard the sound of a large crashing coming from the training room. Both Narath and Keith shot each other concerned looks, while Rooks changed to one of extreme annoyance. The interruptions had started to bother him.
"I'll check it out," he said with a sigh as he turned and walked towards the door. As he entered the hall, he could hear yelling as he walked to the opposite doorway and opened it.
"What happened in---" Rook began to say as he looked at the damage to the room, and the Human that Brooks had pinned to the ground.
"GET HIM OUT!" yelled Brooks as he cut him off, not giving time for an explanation.
Rook didn't hesitate to find out the reasons. He grabbed the Turian by the collar, and pulled him straight out into the halls with him. The moment they were passed through the doors, Rook opened up its display to the side, and engaged the locks on all of them to the training room. He'd wait until Brooks said things were clear to allow them out.
"What happened," Rooks said, more commanding an answer than asking one. He didn't want to hear excuses or anything such as how the Humans were all a bunch of bigots. He wanted the answers to why he had been disturbed.
Wipeing the human's blood of his hands, Galus explained his reasoning to Rook.
"The human just pushed the wrong button, that's all. Plus, I get grumpy when I'm hungry and it's been a while since I've a proper meal. Got any snacks on you, by any chance?"
Your first day is going great.
"The human just pushed the wrong button, that's all. Plus, I get grumpy when I'm hungry and I haven't eaten in days. Got any snacks on you, by any chance?"
"Those Humans have name..."
The glow flickered almost instantly. Rook again grabbed Galus by the collar and using his Biotics, heaved Galus from the ground and slammed him into the wall beside them.
"Listen to me carefully," Rooks hissed as he held the other Turian off the ground. "I don't know what your problem is, or care to find it. If you have problems with Humans, Batarians, Salarians, whatever, you stow them while you're hear, got it."
He tightened his grip and slid him slightly further up the wall.
"Let me explain something to you," he spoke, his voice barely seeming to hold the anger he held. "Out there, those little chalk markings you wear on your face might me loyalty to a tribe, a clan, or whatever. But in these walls, and with this company, your loyalty stands with only with this company. That means you stow whatever baggage you have while you're here in order to work with the person beside you. Because when we're fighting for our lives, you can't be caring if whoever beside you is a Human, Krogan, or whatever."
With that, he released the other Turian, dropping him to the floor.
Coughing after being released by Rook, Galus sat on the floor, propped up against the wall and looked the Biotic Turian in the eyes.
"I may not *cough* like him, but I will be willing to kill and *cough* die for anyone that needs help. If he's willing to forget this incident, so am I."
Hell of a first day Kyra thought to herself. Starting to wonder if a punch to the face is how they say "Hi" on Omega...
Since it looked like Brooks had a handle on the situation, Kyra lounged against the weight bench. "I think you can let him up, Brooks. Sounded like Rook locked this room up tight." Kyra wasn't too worried about David retaliating against them, but she was still prepared to act. Her position next to the weight bench put her in range of a very effective quarter staff in a pinch; the bench press bar.
"Until I know he isn't going to flare blue, I'm going to make sure he doesn't get the chance," Brooks said as he turned his head towards Kyra, before looking back down on David. "Now, we good? Or you going to go on another 'I'mma beat the shit out of that alien' rampage again that's going to have Miles looking over you for an hour?"
Brooks loosened his hold on David, but still held him by the wrists. He didn't want to give David the chance to send him flying into the ceiling.
After hearing the slam of the bag against he wall in the training room, more along the lines of feeling the vibrations actually, Serina got to her feet as quickly and carefully as she could without bothering her ribs, and quick walked/ran to the stairs leading down close to her quarters, and was able to get downstairs in time to see Rook and another Turian struggling on the floor.
""Listen to me carefully, I don't know what your problem is, or care to find it. If you have problems with Humans, Batarians, Salarians, whatever, you stow them while you're hear, got it."
Seeing the Turian spark blue instantly forced Serina into a defensive posture, or at least the semblance of one before the pain caused her eyes to mist over for a second. When her sight came to, she saw the Turian being slammed against the wall and again berated for whatever he had just done.What the hell happened here? What just got started and I didn't even get to see the start of it.
Looking down into her hand, she noticed she still held her training sticks, and hid them in her belt, and walked forward down the hall towards the Turians.
"I may not *cough* like him, but I will be willing to kill and *cough* die for anyone that needs help. If he's willing to forget this incident, so am I."
"What the hell just happened? I'm sitting on my chair by my cot, and I feel this 'boom' coming from down here. From the look of it, it doesn't look particularly demolished, so I'm guessing a bomb didn't just get set off, right?" Looking to the door across from where they were situated, she noticed the lock on. Puzzled, she sighed and shook her head before saying, "Nevermind, I don't want to know, I don't need to know. See you guys later, you don't seem to need me here at the moment."
She walked back the way she came, intending on going to the kitchen for a cup of coffee before heading back to the little bit of training that she could do in the privacy of her room.
Seeing yet another argument and physical altercation, Knox looked up from his lighter, let out a heavy sigh and wondered aloud "Is that all everyone does around here is fight?"
He then started messing with his Omni-Tool, making the old thing almost groan in effort to keep the faded orange display from shutting down.
Pain flared as the punch landed. His first response was to hit that fucker with a Singularity that'd tear him to shreds. Before he could channel the power, he felt a blow to his mid-section as he was tackled, the impact making him lose focus. Lying there, David listened to others hustle the Turian out of the room. A few deep breaths and he was at least rational, if not quite calm yet.
"Until I know he isn't going to flare blue, I'm going to make sure he doesn't get the chance. Now, we good? Or you going to go on another 'I'mma beat the shit out of that alien' rampage again that's going to have Miles looking over you for an hour?"
"You'd like to think that wouldn't you?" David said with a grin. His body flashed blue once again as he threw a Throw field into the floor. The field reflected off the immovable object and back into the two men, lifting them just enough to make Brooks lose his balance, allowing David to heave him off when they landed.
Standing, he stuck his hand out to the other man, pulling Brooks to his feet. "But, yes we're good, and thanks for stepping in. I was really close to losing it, and I don't think the boss would've appreciated me redecorating the training room in 'Asshole Turian'. It'd clash with the company colours." Taking a few cool down laps of the training floor, David inspected the damage to the bag. Okay, the hook is fucked, and the chain broke...but it should be an easy fix.
"Sorry for interrupting your session." He said, making his way to the door. "I'm gonna get that bag fixed now. Boss already has enough reasons to yell at me." Stopping short when he saw the door was locked, he shook his head. Raising a hand, he wrapped on the aforementioned door. "Can I come out? I promise I'll behave. I just want to go get some stuff to fix what I broke."
"Do you know who the last person who directly threatened others in this company was?" Brooks asked as he paced around David. "Was a Salarian. Short little mental case called Wires. To cut a story short, he's likely orbiting around this station right now."
Brooks stopped his circling, and walked near the door that David entered from.
"Now, I don't care what your problem is, but I'm telling you to drop it," his voice carried a heavy stern tone. "Because you keep this up, and you won't be answering to me, you'll be answering to Verahl. When that comes, that fucked up jaw of yours will seem like a stubbed toe compared to what he'll do."
Bending down, Brooks picked up the shirt that David had taken off. He scrunched it up in his hands as he walked back towards David.
"And cover that ink up," Brooks said as tossed the shirt. "Because I don't give a shit any more about what that Turian said. To me, you're a fucking disgrace to all the Humans in this company. Thanks for putting the worst of our race on display."
"Now, before you go, just remember that you can't pick fights with everyone who has an opinion that you don't like." Kyra said to David, going off of experience. "There's too many of em. Eventually, you'll pick one that has an even worse attitude than you do. It won't end well."
Catching his shirt, David flipped Brooks the finger. "Well sorry I'm not as well adjusted as you. You spend your entire life being raised by my grandfather, listening to him talk about his hatred for Turians and see how well you turn out." Jerking his thumb toward the door he went on. "That ass should just be glad I'm not like him...granddad would've shot him on sight."
Seeing that whoever had locked the door wasn't about to let him out yet, David decided to blow off some more steam. Putting his shirt back on, he yanked the heavy bag into the air with a Pull field, and began wailing on it. When the field collapsed, and the bag fell he repeated the process until sweat soaked his shirt.
Brooks walked back over to where Kyra was standing. The two waited until David tired himself out. When it was clear he had reached the point of exhaustion, Brooks opened his Omni-Tool's Comm Channel.
"Hey, Rook, you still by the door?"
"No, went back in the workshop to help Narath and Keith set up. Hold on one minute," Rook replied. Sure enough, the doors to the halls opened soon after and all the locks disengaged.
"We calm now?" Rook asked from the open doorway.
"Enough," Brooks replied as he got up from the bench and walked over to the door. As he passed by David, he shot a glare at him. He'd be talking with Lee about him once he had returned.
"Well Brooks, you know where I am." Kyra said, heading over to one of the treadmills. "Gonna work out for a while longer. Come get me if you need me."
If this is how they operate every day, it's a wonder that this company is one of the most powerful on Omega. 3 fights in one day? She hadn't seen that many since the first day after basic.
While David was beating on the heavy bag, Galus decided to get up and find a place to read his message on his omni-tool. Finding himself in the commons, he noticed the Salarian cook called Dray. Remembering that he's starving, Galus walked up to him.
"Hey, Drey. Do you think you can whip something up that won't cause me go into allergic shock?"