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3/10, meh.
I am. Spartan most likely is as well.
GravityFlux said
That would be much betterAnd I'm sure Neil won't like her. I mean, Neil IS Colonel Hannibal, and The Doctor in one man! And he's also a staunch believer in mankind's greatness. He wouldn't like her at all
>Mankind's greatness
>Nightkin Schizo Alien chick is better shot than him
>Her race has better ballistics
>Also giant Titan of death and destruction
>Humans on team consist of religious nutjob, debauched weapons broker, and a mercenary
>Aliens: 1 - Humanity - 0
I am here.
Lurking.
Lurking.
Posted. Got booze money now. Woo.
No one else gets shit.
No one else gets shit.
Once all of the thugs were dead, the still invisible Sura began to back up towards the door. The time was running out, and it would be better for her health if she just bolted. However, the tall alien bumped into an obstruction in ther door, which pushed her back in, causing her to fall to the floor and decloak. Ana stood over her, a hand held out to help the alien up.
The pair then stood together in the corner, the melancholic Sura muttering to herself while Ana leaned against the wall, puffing in the cigar, calmly watching the others mill about while the wounded man - who she expected to be dead - was carried off. Herbert left hand hung loosely by her side, clutching an ornate lighter, which she flicked open and shut annoyingly, while the other hand rubbed over a small card she had procured from the Animamity, loaded with enough credits to get her some booze and cheap cigars the next time they passed a liqueur store. She had priorities, and her indulgences were high on the list. She needed to be presentable when she met the man of the planet, anyways.
Sura looked up and glared at Zuzen and Maarcuu, wishing she could put a bullet in both. She could get Maarcuu from here easily, but she wasn't even going to scratch Zuzen without some explosives. Or really tough armor piercing rounds. Neither of which there was access to, even at her apartment. But, she was already forming a plan, much to Arus's disapproval. And the race they were so eagerly talking about could help in that plan.
"Well, now that all the excitement is done, would it be too much to ask if I could go home and get the rest of my equipment?" she asked, quite rudely, causing Ana to smirk. "Or would you prefer your new captive team member to remain practically useless?" Even though she had a high caliber pistol and cloaking device. But they weren't on her mind right now. Her rifle and her money was. And that was what she needed to focus on getting, even if it meant dumping one of these assholes in the gutter to get there.
The pair then stood together in the corner, the melancholic Sura muttering to herself while Ana leaned against the wall, puffing in the cigar, calmly watching the others mill about while the wounded man - who she expected to be dead - was carried off. Herbert left hand hung loosely by her side, clutching an ornate lighter, which she flicked open and shut annoyingly, while the other hand rubbed over a small card she had procured from the Animamity, loaded with enough credits to get her some booze and cheap cigars the next time they passed a liqueur store. She had priorities, and her indulgences were high on the list. She needed to be presentable when she met the man of the planet, anyways.
Sura looked up and glared at Zuzen and Maarcuu, wishing she could put a bullet in both. She could get Maarcuu from here easily, but she wasn't even going to scratch Zuzen without some explosives. Or really tough armor piercing rounds. Neither of which there was access to, even at her apartment. But, she was already forming a plan, much to Arus's disapproval. And the race they were so eagerly talking about could help in that plan.
"Well, now that all the excitement is done, would it be too much to ask if I could go home and get the rest of my equipment?" she asked, quite rudely, causing Ana to smirk. "Or would you prefer your new captive team member to remain practically useless?" Even though she had a high caliber pistol and cloaking device. But they weren't on her mind right now. Her rifle and her money was. And that was what she needed to focus on getting, even if it meant dumping one of these assholes in the gutter to get there.
We can sell the lungs on the black market too. I hear a good pair of lungs go for almost as much as krogan t-- I shouldn't go there.
We'd mourn your loss and sell your corpse for mone--- I mean science.
Gud. Will let others post before I go again. Someone can bump into Sura and make her turn off the invisibility thing, or wonder where Ana ran off to. Or neither and I'll bring them both back in eventually.
I'mma just guess that all of the business in the clinic is done, then? Since Maarcuu and Neil are talking casually to the others.
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