[b][u]Quarters > Hangar[/u][/b]

Kasyra merely rolled her eyes at the Turian pilots loudspeaker comment about arriving at Omega. She’d been here before, it was always unpleasant, and always in the same ways.One of the few places she was happy about the fact she was permanently sealed in an enviro-suit.

Her reaction to the voice suddenly coming from her Bluewire omni tool was much less mild. though no one would be able to see it even if she was in a public place, a snarl formed across her face. This ‘Mirage’ had a lot of nerve to just casually break into her system. However fitting his role may have been as a mission controller, it still didn’t give him the right. She suddenly found herself quite happy at the fact her Nexus tool was not set up to network outside of her suit -  a modification made on the fleet by more capable Quarians than her before her fated mission against the Geth.

Preparation was far quicker for her than the others. Her suit was her armor, which meant she was armored at all times by definition. Three hundred years of life confined to a suit may have ruined the Quarian immune system, but at least they now knew how to make damned good suits, combining comfort with protection and utility. She had only to check the state of her pistol, clipped, as ever, to the mag strip at her waist. The vicious M-6 Carnifex was in good condition, as ever. Satisfied, she strolled casually down to the hangar to meet everyone else.

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One of the first to introduce himself was Vellios Malkai. For a moment, Kasyra felt a sense of recognition, but could not quite place it. She was about to ask him where she knew him from when the Krogan interrupted. Only moments later, she remembered. He had been one of her employers back when she was in the Blue Suns. He’d purchased her services as a chef, not a killer, which had always made him stand out among the list of said employers.

Still, now was not the time for reunions. The Krogan had not interrupted for no reason, he’d found some important information. It seemed to be the now dead captains first mission plan. She listened carefully, considering her own role in such a mission. When he had finished, the Krogan introduced himself, revealing that he went by the name Tonka. She made a mental note of his name, and the others that followed, as well as their various specialties.

[color=darkviolet]”Kasyra Vas Ryushei.”[/color]

When her turn came, she introduced herself, choosing only her first name and ship name. They didn’t need to know her full name, and she only included her ship name at all on the off chance someone would understand the significance of the difference between ‘Vas’ and ‘Nar.’ She doubted anyone would.

[color=darkviolet]”Close quarters combat specialist, ex-Migrant Marines. Don't let your racial stereotypes get in the way though, I’m not a tech genius, so don't expect me to do any hacking or miraculously make a broken machine work. I am however, the most lethal Quarian you’ll find this side of the veil.”[/color] Her tone was ever so slightly derisive and very much icy. She didn’t plan to get attached to any of these people until she knew a little more about who they were and how trustworthy they were. [color=darkviolet]”Other than that, I’ve got a wide variety of skills. I can do some modest technical work if we have no one more suited, I can patch up myself and any Turian or Batarian who gets injured, as long as it's not too complex an injury. I can also cook Turian food better than most Turians.”[/color] She said the last part with a pointed look at Vellios.

[color=darkviolet]”For the mission, I’ll gladly be on the front line. Fighting in tunnels will be like a good boarding action, just my kind of fight. As for the target, I’d love to be merciful and get that hefty bonus, but this ship doesn’t exactly have a brig. I hope one of you can come up with some way of restraining this man for the delivery, otherwise he’s going to have to die.”[/color] She was aware of how callous and cruel she sounded, but she didn’t have time for idealists that didn’t consider the reality of a situation. If that made them dislike her, she didn’t really care.

Her tone lightened then as she moved on to more domestic matters, some of which amused her greatly. [color=darkviolet]”And once we have finished this mission, I will accompany Marco to get the Dextro supplies. No offense Turians, but the cooking they teach you in your military schools results in food almost as bland as Migrant Fleet food paste.”[/color]