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Mass Effect: Borealis

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Mass Effect: Borealis

‘The Devil’s Playground’
Part 4

Featuring: @DJAtomika &@fallenreaper

Vellios’ smirk couldn’t stop gracing his face, even as he placed his arm through his suit. His arms pulling his head through the top while he listened to Haze going through the same ordeal behind him. Vellios figure shifted about as he leaned against the arena entrance while he watched the asari study Haze’s naked figure, his carapace the only part providing him any modesty as they patted him down. One young asari seemed to take a bit longer than her sisters in examining his rear section and fully felt it out when she lowered to the thighs, finally ending at the calves.

As she finished, Vellios let out a mischievous chuckle at his partner’s reaction. His own mind was still lingering over his own pat down despite him being fully dressed. At least Salihim was true to his word as they were doing their best to ensure the fights were purely fist fights, preventing any unauthorized items from being brought into the arena. However, Vellios suspected the fight wouldn’t stay like that for very long. Not with the unsavory characters Aleera had chosen to fight or the crowd’s whims. Personally he expected it all to go down hill within seconds at best, a fact he was ready for.

Aleera seemed to note the asari drawing out the process causing her to address it. “Ithele Aellis, that’s enough. Since you’re so… interested, maybe if he’s fit enough, you can make requests for more… intimidate activities. I’m sure Haze might be open minded to such transactions.”

Ithele’s face turned rather purplish at Aleera’s blunt suggestion. Sudden she stood upright and her hands withdrew from Haze, her teeth bit her lip in embarrassment at being caught admiring the turian too much. Ithele chanced a glance at Haze’s face to see his reaction to the suggestion Aleera made earlier, just to see if he was interested.

The gray-carapace turian's expression was passive, but then again he couldn't really emote that much now could he? Naked strip searches were not...high on the agenda. But inside he was trying his best not to be too...interested. The fact that her hands were that soft (as well as them lingering on his behind) weren't helping.

As the lithe asari finished "patting" him down, he lowered his arms and smiled at Ithele.

"Maybe later."

After which he moved out of the search area and went for a bodysuit, just like Vellios.

"They sure know how to run things around here, huh."

"Naturally. It's nice to see Salihim actually fall through on his statements." Vellios stated, his voice still filled by mirth from Haze being felt up by an asari. "Though if I didn't know better, I would've suspected you were enjoying that entirely far too much. The way she lit up at your maybe, something tells me she's not had many turian one night stands."

"Just...shut up and concentrate on the fight. Spirits..."

"You better hope I never shut up, else you'll find out how...unpleasant I can be." He lead the way out toward the arena. Lights fixed and centered upon the two as they appeared, their figures making their way down the stairs into the cage's open door. Already inside were their opponents, the human and turian, stretching and getting ready for the brawl coming up. Heavy metal music played in the background alongside the roaring crowds as Vellios noted various debris scattered along the floor from where things were tossed in.

Strangely enough, many of the items he took to studying were far too large to fit though the fencing and for a dreadful moment, he knew Salihim and Aleera hadn't been fully honest to him about the crowd being the only ones to toss in extra things.

"Well...this is encouraging."

The debris on the floor surprised him. He'd thought the pit floor would've been spotless. The shit on the floor said otherwise.

This was going to be real bloody real fast.

"We haven't even seen the other guys yet. Where are they?"

Vellios noted the blood smear hidden across a chair back as he reached with his foot then kicked it, exposing the results of the last match. "If I had to guess... I think they lost and likely in the clinic as we speak. To be honest, I'm not fully surprised that Salihim lied to me and would've been concerned if he didn't. So... try not to get killed."

His eyes looked toward Haze to gauge who he was going to take on and where that left him. The announcer was a simple display board giving intel over the fighters, from their race to their genders as well as odds explaining why there was no booming voice shouting out to the crowd. Aleera had a smug look of cunning from behind the cage, her flaunting figure skimmed over to her seat next to the salarian and gently propped up her feet to enjoy the show.

"Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Hazan took a spot next to Vellios and rolled his shoulders. This was going to get real dirty real fast.

Sarix smiled then started off agressive. His hand talons aimed at Haze's chest area, his right foot leading. His eyes glistened with exitement over the notion of drawing blood and surprisingly quick for a colony turian. This was enough to cause the crowd to cheer in a riled and excited franzy at the start of the match.

In his head, he knew the turian would've gone for a simple move. Hazan quickly deflected the straight punch to his chest with his right hand, shifting forward on his toes to step into his opponent's reach. His left hand shot straight out towards Sarix's face, talons curled in to punch his cheek.

Sarix's head twisted to the side, letting the attack brush by and merely graze. It stung on slight impact but it was ignorable. His talon that had been deflected already was coming back around for a slice low at the gut and his left hand was held close to his head. He retreated back a bit, recovering his balance.

Hazan took a single step backward, his right shooting down to parry the sweeping slice to his gut. With the step back, he paused for a second and then stepped straight forward, ramming his shoulder into Sarix's side. His left arm folded against his body while he drove his shoulder into the turian, and once he finished his step forward he jabbed at Sarix's face with his elbow.

Sarix wasn't a novice at fighting unlike Haze's original assumptions.

His right foot moved to the outside of Haze's instepped one, bring his figure around toward the turian's back and from hitting his side. The blow with the elbow, however, caught the turian off gaurd as he was kicked in the face side. His right talon, wide open and aiming to slash, was already aiming for the lower back after the side step. Now, the aim was lowered just a hair, the impact still painful when it hit. After the elbow made contact, Sarix's feet darted backwards a few steps to shake off the aftermath. His head dizzy with the dirty trick that clipped him.

Haze hissed as the turian's talons swiped his side. Even though he'd moved away, those sharp claws had glanced against his side. Two slits had opened in the side of his bodysuit, and beneath that two small marks stood out against his gray carapace. The lean turian took a few steps back as well, opening up the space between them. He held his stance, knowing that his opponent was worse off than he. Sarix's was wobbly and unfocused. His advantage.

The gray turian went on the offensive.

He took a swift two steps forward and drove a fist into his chest, a straight arm punch that would've felled a training dummy. He kept his right fist close to his chest, in case Sarix had a trick or two up his sleeve.

Sarix's dizziness slowly cleared but not fast enough when the punch clipped his chest. The turian fell backwards and landed on his back, his head slamming into the concrete floor. Blue blood smeared across the nearest item while he pulled his arms about to help him rise back up on his feet. His eyes glared with fury, the daze starting to fade from his focus and his talons tightened about the peice of metal within his grasp. He then fling it up at Haze before lunging at the turian's lower legs, his arms aiming to wrap about them and bring the younger turian down beneath him.

The metal rebar shot straight for his face and his arms raised up instinctively to block. The bar bounced off his arms but as he lowered them Sarix struck. The other turian's arms locked right round his waist and the lunge brought him crashing down onto the concrete. With a grunt he tried to right himself even as the bigger turian clung onto his midsection.

Sarix, after latching on, had hooked and managed to bring Haze down. Immediately his legs moved to sit him upright as he made to pin Haze's lower half, his arm pushing the younger turian's chest to the ground while he raised a fist. It came down immediately, aimed at Haze's jaw for a knock out punch.

Hazan raised his arms as the punch shot in, and instead of his face being hit, he diverted the hit to his chest instead. The heavy blow knocked the breath out of him and he saw stars briefly, even as he struggled to get out from underneath Sarix. The punches began to rain in and the gray turian struggled to keep up, his arms raised over his face to get the most protection while he returned punches to Sarix's gut where he could. Several blows went through, copping his face and chest.

Sarix believed he was winning so his gaurd weakened. His punches rapid and more focused on putting his opponent down than saving energy, he was beginning to wear himself out fairly quickly. Haze could likely easily spot the signs from Sarix's heavy breathing to his softening blows, stating the time to act had come. He paused for a moment to rub his digits and return feeling to his numb hand, believing that he had knocked out Haze. His crested head turned to spy how well his partner was doing.

"Y-You forgot rule number one."

With the relaxed Sarix on top of him, Haze made his move. He reached up, grabbed the turian by the shoulders and pulled him downward, meeting him halfway with a hard headbutt, cracking his forehead against Sarix's face. As the bigger turian crumpled over sideways, Hazan got right back up and fell right back down, his right elbow crashing straight into Sarix's gut in a crushing elbow drop.

As Sarix's breath left him, Haze stood back up. In one movement, he drove his heel down on the turian's face.

Sarix was out cold with the final blow. His nose busted in a few places and his eyes blackened by the impact, his figure still.

Panting, face and chest aching, side stinging, Haze stood over his opponent's still form.

"Always make sure they're down, bitch."

Meanwhile, as Haze had been taking on his current partner, Vellios faced the human. The turian fell into a ready position with his legs widened apart and his hands rised upright in front of him. They were open palm and defensive in nature, waiting for the human to start this round off.

Ex-Alliance marine Jack stood firm. The turian in front of him seemed fairly easy to challenge. Simple stance, on first glance.

He took first strike. The marine charged forward and swung a haymaker for Vellios' face, stance firm and grounded as his left fist swung outward.

When Jack pulled his first back and swung forward, it was surprisingly obvious to Vellios that he was using his hips for a haymaker punch. While easy to spot, the punch would've caused serious damage if it connected with the turian's face or upper body so Vellios' best option was to avoid getting hit.

His feet shifted to the left, bring his figure to come around to Jack's back when he stepped forward and swung. At the same moment the punch aimed at Vellios' chest, the turian's left hand smacked the upper arm and guided Jack's punching arm past Vellios' shoulder. It went past him, whizzing short of his shoulder which was pulled back to avoid being hit.

At the same time, his other arm slipped under Jack's arm pit and made to wrap underneath. Vellios' arm made to snake its way up to the neck and grip his other palm, tightening immediately in a hold. Aiming to pin the human's head to his shoulder, this would apply pressure to the marine's artery on the neck and slowly drain the fight out of him when he passed out.

Jack realised the error of his ways as the slick turian redirected his punch and slipped past his guard. An arm wrapped itself around his armpit and neck and pinned them in place, the pressure making him unable to breathe.

But he fought. With his other arm free, he drove it backwards, elbow aimed for the turian's middle.

Vellios braced, taking the hit in the gut as he shifted. His feet pushed upward and increased his height, causing the punch to hit just barely under his liver. He knew the impact would've left a bruise, the wind escaping his lungs for a moment and loosen his grip for a second.

"Being a little dirty, aren't you?" Vellios gasped in amusement rather than irritation, like many of the other fighters would've been. His right foot immediately lifted then attempted to kick in the human's knee in hopes to bring him down to the floor.

Jack did drop to the floor, but he used his falling momentum to his advantage. His free hand came up to grab the back of Vellios' head and, as he dropped to the floor, he threw his weight forward, bent over and then pulled with all his might. He raised his right shoulder and bodily hefted the lighter turian over himself as he fell to a knee, using his right arm to slam Vellios to the floor.

Vellios' manibles jerked in surprised, his body tossed forward while he tried to fall correctly. His head tucked to protect it as his grip loosen from Jack's neck, his mind faintly considering snapping it, and raised to provide a cushion between his head side and the floor. The moment he hit, Vellios rolled to the side in order to gain some distance from Jack as he twisted to rise to his feet quickly. Thanks to the arm, despite the pain it caused, he had prevented his head from being too damaged and impairing his focus. Though he wondered how well the bones actually faired in the move over all.

Jack gasped for breath as the turian finally let go of him and rose to his feet as his opponent rolled away. Adopting a more traditional boxing stance, the marine moved in closer to take advantage of the move. As the turian stood he threw a quick one-two punch aimed at his chest, left and then right fists shooting out to attack.

Vellios did the first thing that came to his instinct. Duck. He dropped to one knee the moment he spotted the punch then performed an upper cut into the man's liver, his torso exposed for the turian in his vunerable position. His fist retracted the moment it hit, then followed up with another in the same spot in hopes to bring the human to his knees.

Jack's breath exploded out of his chest the moment he felt the punch drive into his gut. The second dropped him to his knees, his body wracked with pain. Weakly he tried to grab onto the black turian's shoulders to swing a punch at his face.

The turian wasn't about to allow Jack a easy grip. Currently they seemed about the same size, their heads lined up fairly evenly. Feeling the marine weakly grip his shoulder, Vellios' arm on the same side latched onto Jack's outstretched arm while his hand gripped the bicep tightly. He immediately jerked the man's side to the left suddenly when Jack let go, aiming to toss off his punch's accuracy.

Vellios' head tucked into his chest and leaned his upper torso down following his jerk, avoiding getting hit directly in the face. While it wasn't good to get hit in the head at all, some parts were much harder than others and could prevent him from suffering extreme pain or becoming daze. After all, he was one of the stupid types that tried to win a krogan headbutting contest once. He didn't win, but he didn't go down quickly.

In reaction to the pain when the punch hit the side of his crest, Vellios put extra amount of force behind his jerk and then tossed a jab at Jack's face. "I like to leave my face intact, thank you."

The jerking movement to his left made him sprawl flat on the floor, the jab to the face right after sending stars into his eyes. Dazed and wrought with pain, he had little options left.

Vellios made one last punch as he hit the sweet spot, knocking the human out for the count. While his opponent lay there breathing, the turian rose and turned his head to spot Haze wrapping up his own fight. Breathing heavily, his ears caught the crowds' roar over the arena as he wondered for a moment how they failed to hear it within the waiting room and gingerly got to his feet. His eyes checked over his figure to spy the over all damage before he addressed Haze.

"Having fun?" His mandibles smirked and twitched in humor.

"Fun doesn't begin to cover it." Haze grinned back and chuckled as he stretched. His opponent laid on the floor, out cold. The roar of the crowd around him filtered through, building adrenaline in him. He was raring for the last fight. And if they came out of it on top, they'd walk away richer by a lot. The clinic he'd intended to head to would appreciate the business.

Aleera waved to them from within the exit hallway.

"Back to your waiting room! You have a break before the final match!"

Hazan turned to Vellios and motioned towards the exit.

"C'mon Vel, let's go. One more and we're golden."

"Don't get a head of yourself as we've yet to meet the winners of the last match." He answered and followed Haze, returning to the waiting room.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Fallenreaper Let's continue, shall we?

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Fallenreaper You wanna start part 2? I'm in the pad.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Well he has to run through all assumptions, right? XD

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Fallenreaper Possible. If it turns into a brawl for Hazan's bounty he's going to be vanishing really quick.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Fallenreaper How bout now
Same pad
Same place
:D

Mass Effect: Borealis

The Doctor Is In...?

Hazan Volintis
The Borealis
Medbay

_{Featuring @Fallenreaper}

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"Hmm..."

The gray Turian stood in the medbay of the ship, or at least what he'd thought was the medbay. Turns out that their deceased captain hadn't bothered to do a full restock or inventory of their medical facility. And seeing as how their first mission had ended with a whole bunch of injuries, it was of some concern. Hazan trusted the rest of the crew to have been able to handle treating their own injuries, but what were medical treatments without supplies?

His datapad glowed brightly in the muted brown room. The medbay was simple enough; a single metal treatment table in the center, surrounded by three off-white counters in the corners of the room. A single locker next to the door, and several shelves above the counters. A small fridge at the far end, presumably for medicine and/or blood, and a medi-gel dispenser above that. Medical machinery and gadgets hung from a fixture in the ceiling above the table, but from the dust on the, they were obviously disused. For a long time. Hazan had taken a brief stroll through the room, opening everything he could, and he was disgusted at what he'd found. Expired medication? Bandages left unwrapped and strewn through a shelf? Discarded needles? Congealed bags of blood?

"Ugh."

He shuddered at the thought. Obviously if captain Luzami had survived his several foot fall onto his face, he would've paid enough to get their supplies replaced. But now that had been dropped in his lap instead.

"You know, there's some medi-gel in the hangar I've yet to bring up that was hidden in the packages we did have on arrival. Though not sure how good they are, I merely glanced and they seemed alright." Vellios stated calmly as he pulled from his leaning position, then casually edged toward the other Turian. His eyes sizing up what old supplies were still left from their now deceased captain. His brow lifted in question while he as he edged closer, his left arm stretched out to reach for a clotted bag then rubbed it between his talons.

His faced curled up in disgust over the sensation. Then he tossed it into the nearest disposal unit where it thumped quietly, gone from sight. "Safe to assume those aren't any good now. Is there anything we can salvage?"

"Well, other than the machines, fridge, dispenser and maybe a roll or two of bandages, everything else in here has to go. There's barely any medicine in the fridge, there's bare needles all over the place and the trash from the previous med crew hasn't even been cleared yet. And I'd be a genius if I could resurrect all those medical gizmos, but I'm not a doctor."

"I wouldn't call them dead yet. We have two mechinics onboard, I'm sure Serena and Tanya would love the challenge." Vellios stated, his talon paused to the nearest machine and scraped the dust from it. He gave a grimance at the collection of flith under his nail as he wiped it off on his suit. His head turned toward Haze when he heard him speaking.

"Yeah, getting them working will be easy. Actually using them? I don't think this thing has an instruction manual."

"Maybe, but I still say let them at it and see what they can do. Dex might be able to find some guides or instructions on the extranet." Vellios stated.

"True."

Vellios made a point: they needed these supplies really badly. He quickly tapped in the last bits of his shopping list and powered down his pad.

"Welp, we're in the green for credits now so that's my shopping list today. Now, you said something about medi-gel in the hangar?"

"Keep in mind, we've been pretty much resupplying, rebuilding and more with this thing since we delivered on our goods. However, even with our discounts... I can it dwindling it down over time. So, we'll still have to be careful. And yes, I did do a inventory before we took off."

Vellios' hand touched his omnitool as he transferred the list to Haze's. "We have about three packages of sixty-four medi-gel packets then divide that among ten..."

He took a moment to do some quick math, his mind then answered his own problem. "That's about eighteen and a few left over."

"So enough for several refills and leftovers. Not too bad. But seeing our luck with missions, I doubt we'll be using that much the next time we head out. I hope. Anyway, we should get all that gel into the dispenser once it's repaired, which means we should probably get all that stuff up here first."

"I'm still feeling the bruises and aches, though honestly I was surprised I wasn't banged up more. Usually someone draws blood. Though with the medical stuff, we might want to get the parts as well." Vellios commented. Then turned to the more important question. "Any idea where you're going to get it?"

Hazan thought for a bit.

"I know a place. It's in the lower wards, just past Afterlife and the market. It's a clinic, run by a couple of people I know. They cater to the common folk but their main clients are mercenaries, like us. I know one of the guys there, another Turian. He'll help us get what we need. I hope."

Vellios' smirk turned into a frown, his eyes studied Haze for a moment and debated on the risk. He wasn't fond of taking from a clinic that he considered highly risky since they cartered to both civilians and mercs, their prices likely a little pricier for them due to their profession as he leaned against the nearest machine, his talon pressed against his lower jaw. "How well do you know them?"

"Oh you're gonna like this."

Hazan rolled up his shirt and pointed to a scar no bigger than a fist on his left side.

"See this? That was a shot from a Mantis. On a retrieval job. I got hit, and one of my teammates back then took me to that clinic. I made friends with the staff there, and every time I've been banged up and bloodied in Omega, I've gone there. They're reliable, honest, and they don't ask questions."

"Honesty, in Omega? Does a thing even exist?" Vellios' tone sounded like he obviously didn't believe what he was hearing. "Nice trophy there by the way. Though if it was to the right anymore, I doubt you would've had a torso."

"Well, the best part is they don't ask questions. And they do their job. I never really questioned the honesty bit. And yeah. I remember I was unconscious for the worst bits. After the shot, I think I turned into a Turian noodle, everything went fuzzy, then I woke up to bright lights and the smell of really strong soap. Bandage round my middle and advice from a man to 'not go around getting shot at for the next two weeks'."

"I had a few close calls myself though I wasn't fortunate enough to have someone tending my wounds. If they festered, I would either die or make myself go on, cleaning and tending to it myself. I saw numerous pirates lose their limbs when they ignored ther more grave like wounds. The smell was rancid as well."

"And that makes me think you should be in charge of patching up any serious injuries the crew gets. Just don't remove anything essential if and when you're dissecting someone on that table, unless you're cutting open food."

Hazan chuckled as he gestured for the older Turian to go with him to the hangar. Medi-gel boxes couldn't move themselves, after all.

"Nay, I'll leave that to Kasyra for the most part. I couldn't patch any of the Levos crew, though tearing them apart is another story. You would think with all the anatomy I knew, it would make playing doctor easy but it's not. Instead, I'm more likely to tear out the wrong nerve cluster making you numb for hours" Vellios shrugged, admitting his flaws with medical practice which he expected to make Haze a little nervous. "Honestly, I can heal minor, none life threatening wounds by doing what everyone does: dab a little medi-gel, that solves everything."

Vellios followed, his mind wondering something. "At least I don't need to worry about getting my armor repaired. I need the money from the fight for that. Though, if you're up for making a few chits, I can likely squeeze you in as my partner. You did beat that Batarian to a decent blooded pulp."

"Well, I did have the upper hand. But sure, if it means extra credits and a chance to follow up on that dance lesson."

"Well, you don't have to beat him to a pulp or kill him, merely cripple or make him surrender." Vellios added, making sure Haze understood.

"Ah, that kind of dance, huh. Sure, why not? But after we get these crates of medi-gel back to the medbay. Then we'll go dance with some chumps, earn some dough and I get to go on a shopping spree. Sounds about right for a stay-at-home mom."

Hazan chuckled as they entered the hangar, where he immediately looked for the crates that his companion had mentioned.

"Of course, though that shouldn't take too long. Saliham was very, very clear on that matter we're not allowed to kill each other but accidents happen and the crowds seem a bit blood thirsty. So, brace for anything but try not to start it." Vellios bent down when he noted the first crate, his talon gestured for Haze to grab another while he pushed it on the slightly bend out of shape hover trolley. When all three were on, he started to push it.

Hazan followed and grabbed the second crate, placing it on the hover trolley. Once all three were on, he walked beside it as they talked.

"Of course. I'll respond to the person that's going to punch me in the face in kind. Where is this fight ring anyway?"

"Underground within Omega's seedy, lower underbelly. Currently we're all suppose to met Aleera at Afterlife, mentioning her name to the bouncer who will direct us to a table. She'll then take us down to the rings herself. Though you will have to be ready to pitch in about 400 credits as an entry fee and meet the head Asari in charge. "

"I am fine with that fee. If what we earn from this is profit, I am okay with it."

"The reward is about the betting and fighter ratio. Due to us being underdogs, we'll be among the lowest odds of winning though Salihim knows better. He's had me in fights before and knows I'm not as much as an underdog as others will believe. So you can come out with about up to... last time, I came up with about twenty-five thousand on a good day." Vellios stated, trying to recall the details. His figure halting when they reached the medical bay around then twisted the trolley about to shift himself in first, followed by the clumsy things.

"Watch here, wide load coming through."

"Twenty five K for beating someone's face in? Not bad."

Hazan helped guide the bulky trolley into the medbay, letting his surprise filter through his sub-vocals.

"Not one, but I think it was about a five rounder. I had to fight through five individuals in a short span of time. It's more of a test of endurance than actual power and talent. If you don't have the endurance or stamina, you might as well go home." Vellios corrected him, then started to open the first pack and shift the medi-gel packets onto the table. They were about the size of his hand as they tried to scatter to the floor.

"Jeez. Well, if it was five rounds back to back, I think I could do that. Maybe slightly better. Or worse. Who knows?"

Hazan got to helping Vellios pick up the packets before they fell to the floor, chuckling a little to himself as he tried to remember all the fist fights he'd been in before the Borealis. There were many, most of which he'd won, but a few had him on the floor with blue seeping from his carapace and many a scar as well. But an underground fighting ring? That was a first.

"Easily said when your opponents aren't back to back Krogans or Asari. It's hard to class or stop an Asari from using botics after all.That's a negative with underground ring fighting, you don't know who you are going to fight next until
you come to them. Though thankfully in this case they have their own class." Vellios cautioned as he then added. "Another thing is how well the other teams are going to fight together. They can range from experienced fighters to inexperienced on the art of teamwork, making it difficult to predict how well you will stand in a fight."

Each of the small, clear plastic packs held a single dose of medi-gel. The clear, lightly blue coloured salve was so simple looking, it made its purpose seem almost mystical in nature. How did one little application of this cooling gel knit together wounds that poured blood? Saved lives? He didn't know. All he knew was that he owed his continued existence to this blue gel and right now they had enough to last for a short while. But they needed more, enough replenishable stores to last for more than one mission.

Hazan grabbed the open pack and carefully cradled it in his arms to shift it closer to the medi-gel dispenser. The chest-high, roughly rectangular unit was lit dimly, but when he approached it the device lit up and dinged. The gray Turian ignored it and pried open the casing from the side, trying to locate the tank where the reserve gel was stored.

"Have you ever been inside one of these things? A medi-gel dispenser I mean, not an underground fighting ring."

"No, not really. Serena is the technical genius of the outfit to be honest. She's likely already analyzed all of the crew and determined how we tick. Though might want to ask her next time. By the way, what do you think of the others?" Vellios casually slipped in as he began to hand Haze another batch when the current one was gone.

"Mmm, not much to say about most of 'em, seeing as I wasn't around 'em too long. The people I've been around the most are you, Drono and Dex, Tonka and Valiss and Kasyra. Well, maybe I'll start with Tonka."

Hazan accepted the second pack and began loading the individual packets of medi-gel into the dispenser as he thought about their resident walking wall.

"I think Tonk is as professional as they come, really. Reliable, dependable. Blunt. And accurate with a rifle. I don't have anything against him, really.

"Drono...he's a wild card. A dependable wild card, but I think that the psycho in his head's just raring to come out to play one of these days.

"Dex is a good pilot, nice person to be around. Bit snarky, tiny bit rough around the edges, obviously hiding something but I'm not one to pry. She's cool.

"Valiss. Soldier, duh. Professional, yes. I can say that. Not much else though.

"Kasyra. She's another psycho I do not want to be fighting against. I think so as long as we stay away from the Blue Suns, she'll be right as rain. I hope.

"And of course, that brings me to you. What can I say? You're cool. Like, no bad sides other than the bad memories. Cunning, efficient, deadly. Just like almost everyone else here. I think you're cool."

Upon hearing about himself, Vellios smirked. "Bad memories always have bad sides, never forget that. I just yet to show my worst side and let's hope, I never do. My medicine and drinking helps a lot, though. Serena's not happy about it, but she understands. Though I suggest no one becomes careless in waking me up. Past habits are hard to break, even worst the earlier they start and continue."

"You got it. And what about you? What d'you think of the crew?" Hazan chuckled as he began loading the last pack into the dispenser, taking his time so he could listen to Vellios talk.

"Considering I know a few of the crew, like Serena and Kasyra, I don't think that's a fair question for me. Though I will give it my best shot. Currently no one, so far, have made my instincts rear up which is a good thing. Else I would've have to stash a way body at some point." Vellios seemed to joke as he moved on quickly, his thoughts skirting to the things he did know. Serena had long ago passed his inspection so there was little worry over her. The others, he was still making his mind up about for the most part though they weren't the worse experience he had ever had.

"I enjoy Tonka's sense of humor. Not many krogans will accept a back and forth with a turian, Most rather show how big their quads are though brute force and bashing in any asshole brazen enough to insult them. So that's a plus in my book really."

He paused in the middle of distrubing then thought for a moment. "Despite Kasyra's Blue Sun issues, she's got excellent cooking skills and combat able, she's a force to be feared for certain. Dex... cute and sexy as hell, I'm surprised you've not considered tapping that. Charming and quick with her come backs, her looks clearly matches her intelligence. That is a very nice perk compared to the other females I've had the pleasure to enjoy."

Vellios ripped open the final box when his stash was done.His talons handing off the remaining gel packs while he continued. Drono, as you stated, is an interesting batch of crazy. He doesn't hide it though. Instead, he seems to wear it on his sleeve like a badge he's earned which makes me curious about his history. Though I'm concern about his obessive nature as I know the harm that can do one day. Been through that hell myself honestly and creepy seeing it in another individual."

"Tanya was pretty cute in her own right, for a human. She reminds me of a more mature, wild version of Serena and a harder exterior. It might be why I enjoy her so much. Even if she's got terrible taste in music...Khosin's an interesting batarian. He reminds me of a friend I knew when I was stuck as a cabin boy, though I hope he doesn't bail when the going gets tough. I would hate to have to deal with it."

Vellios sighed. "Vallis... I think she played for the other team. She was sizing up the females almost as much as I was, though less... subtly. Then again, I'm not surprised with a mono-sexual race. Especially since I've not had much experience with them myself despite my charms. Though considering she left with the other group, I don't think going into depth over them and dwelling really matters at this point. I can't see them coming back after being allowed that new starship, really."

His talons reached toward the back of his neck then started to rub there. Relieving the itchy sensation tingling around the nerves and increasing with time, his jaw tensing up in reaction. "Damn scars. Itch like hell at the worse of times and can't scratch them without bleeding again, which will bring Serena's wrath upon my head."

"Well, scars do that, Vel. Best not to scratch 'em. Don't want you bleeding all over this 'clean' medbay." Hazan chuckled while he loaded up the last of the medi-gel into the dispenser. They had enough of the stuff to last for a while, but they'd still need more before the night was over.

"I got these when I was ten, yet you would think they would've healed up by now fully. Oh well." Vellios stated as he tried not to scratch and merely imagine himself satisfying his need. His head turned toward Haze when the turian started.

"Right, that's that done with. Now, if we aren't too late, you said something about a fighting ring?"

"It doesn't start for another hour, though it might be best to get there now rather than later. It would allow you to meet the ones running it. Also, you might want to restock your medi-gel as we're in charge of our own healing and you don't want to run out of it after a paticularly nasty match." Vellios gestured toward the door, heading there himself when Haze started to follow him.

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