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Mass Effect: Borealis

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no fat chicks

Mass Effect: Borealis

Aye, a good read.

Hider

Captain does have a nice ring to it though...

Mass Effect: Borealis

Alright... I got some shitty news. I'm required to be move out by Monday, so things might get dicey for a bit. I'm currently unsure of things but I believe I got a place to stay. I will know more Sunday at latest, as I think I have a place to go, though if I do vanish then put Vellios on ice until farther notice.

@Fallenreaper

Get your priorities sorted first. RP now, lif- I meant, life now, RP later. Good luck with your move.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

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Wendy Lucker, Rowan Campbell, Geoffrey Muir, & Ellen Nile.

_{Written in collaboration with @FernStone, @Mr Allen J, & @Nosuchthing.}

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Academy 61, Roseview.

It'd been a while since Rowan had been able to grab some more art materials. Ever since his last stencil piece, he'd kept his head down, recalling just how close he'd felt to getting snatched. Nobody would figure the ladder was his fault, he thought, though somehow he wondered just how much longer he could get away with 'borrowing' paint, cardboard and other supplies.

Luckily, it was quiet for now, though every step felt like it brought him under someone's eyes. At least the old man wasn't there to watch for him anymore. Or Miss Zhao, for that matter.

As he rounded yet another corner, he wound up treading on something.

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It had been a long day for Geoff. At least, it felt like it had been. He'd had to spend far more time that he wanted to in the library. Admittedly, it wasn't like it was doing something as boring as homework (like he did that). He'd just gotten a bit distracted by one book on science, and then another, and hadn't really stopped.

His skin began to feel quite itchy as he walked out of the library and into the corridors. He was definitely due for a full submersion in some kind of water. Huffing slightly, he continued walking. Most people he passed had to move around him; it was kind of difficult not taking up much space when he had a tail that was longer than he was tall. But hey, it came in handy sometimes.

Scratching his arms slightly, Geoff stopped walking for just a moment. Shit. He was pretty sure he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere... Of course he had gotten lost. Great, and it wasn't like he knew the Academy well since he hadn't been there long. Ah well he might as well just retrace his steps..

And then he felt a foot planted on his tail, before whoever it belonged to jolted back and recoiled in surprise.

"Hey, watch were you're walking!" Geoff snapped, turning around to glare at whoever it was. What the fuck? It was hardly like it was unoticeable. And damn did it hurt when someone stood on it. "Oy, I know it looks weird, but it's hardly the most freaky thing around here." He rolled his eyes at the fact that the person, another guy it seemed, had recoiled back.

"Huh?" Rowan blinked for a moment at his serpentine victim. "Uh, what," he muttered, before turning to head back down towards the corridor.

Geoff raised an eyebrow as the person who had stepped on him walked away, flicking his tail out so that it caught Rowan's leg and tripped him over (at least that was what he was going for). "Oh, sorry, I wasn't looking where that was."

"Watch where you're swinging that-," Rowan grunted, only to be cut off as he stumbled over it yet again, this time narrowly avoiding cracking his head on the wall.

Smirking, Geoff tilted his head slightly. "Oh, I can't always control it," he shrugged. "It's almost like it hones in on assholes."

"Belongs to one," Rowan retorted, barely concealing his clenched palm. "And it'll get stepped on if it don't stop." It was, for all intents and purposes, an empty threat - he didn't want a visit from Agent Keegan, but something rubbed him the wrong way about this guy.

Geoff laughed slightly, not particularly bothered by the insult. Though he didn't particularly like being threatened (of course he'd asked for it, but that was not the point). "I'd like to see you try. You're welcome to... Others have before. Didn't end well." He stepped forward so he was closer to Rowan, and also blocking him from going in the direction he'd been walking in before. It was a clearly confrontational action without actually starting a fight.

Agitated, Rowan took a step forward to shove him aside, "Hven't you got some lakes or some shit to haunt? Leave me alone."

Geoff frowned, glaring somewhat at Rowan. "Fuck off, mate, I don't haunt anything." He shoved back against him, near enough knocking the scrawnier kid on his ass, along with his bag - which hit the ground with a heavy rattle. After doing this Geoff took a step towards Rowan so that he was standing over him, but did nothing else. That is, until that scrawny kid jabbed out a foot at the taller one's leg as he scrabbled to his feet. Not expecting this, Geoff almost got knocked over himself, but caught himself with his tail and went to kick Rowan on an instinctive response when....

... Interrupting their quarrel was a flash of electricity that flew over Geoff's shoulder, and hit the wall behind them. Which was enough to surprise them.

And it came from a confused Wendy Lucker, who had her hand put up in a "stop" gesture. Electricity was sparking off her finger tips as her eyes were wide in a surprise. Surprise that she suddenly shot a bolt of lightning at them, when she was merely going to shout at them to stop. Well, at least this way she got their attention better. This was odd for Wendy, since she usually stays out of this kind of stuff - but she recognized one of them, and knew that he was in Ms. Zhao's class. She wiped that look off her face, and put her hands to her side as she voice,

"You two need to stop," Wendy said. "Teachers are probably on their way now."

Geoff automatically jump to the side as electricity shot past his shoulder, hissing slightly. "Huh?" He turned to looked at Wendy in confusion. "What does it matter to you?"

"Because, I'm...." Wendy said, taking a step back. "I'm a student of this Academy, too, you know. I can't just stand by as two students beat each others faces in."

Ellen had only seen the aftermath of the fight, or at least the event that'd had the effect of breaking it up. She was wide eyed, though at least considerably less wide eyed than last week. The electricity had made her eyes burn, apparently she could see into the electromagnetic spectrum as well now. It was nice to know. So Wendy didn't just do paper. Could she replicate powers?

She was on the other side of the boys, her way blocked by the impromptu scuffle. Questioning Wendy would have to wait, she couldn't exactly shout it between the two fighters. Not that they were fighting anymore.

"I'd do what she says, she'd beat the shit out of both of you..."

"Oh really?" Geoff looked at Wendy with a raised eyebrow, appraising her. He doubted that she could beat the shit out of the scrawnier boy, nevermind him. Electrocute them? Yes. That wasn't particularly appealing.

Meanwhile, with the others already arguing with each other Rowan had just about pulled himself to his feet. The rattling of his bag's contents caught their earshot as he pulled it back on over his shoulder. "Just back off, alright? I didn't start this shit."

When Ellen walked up, Wendy was a bit surprised - worst of all was that Ellen said that Wendy would kick their ass. That caught her off guard. "What?! No-" She immediately said, before she cut herself off. She might as well roll with it. The bookworm caught herself, and then said, "Yeah, yeah, what she said." Arcs of electricity suddenly began to appear on her fingertips, and she willed it to go away. "Damn it," She hissed under her breath.

Geoff put up his hands in a kind of surrendering motion. "Look, I'll piss off, just don't shoot me with that electricity."

That earned a look from Rowan who, despite her help, didn't know what to make of her intervention or what her stake in this was. She looked familiar, but he wasn't sure from where.

Quickly adjusting her glasses, Wendy looked down Geoff. He was pretty willing to back off when faced against someone like Wendy... even though she was the least intimidating person here. Until she accidentally whipped out the lightning. Actually, she was glad that she did that in the first place now (Even though she was close to hitting one of them!). "Then get a move on already." She ordered Geoff, speaking in the best authorative voice she could.

Geoff rolled his eyes in response to Wendy. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get going." He probably wouldn't have normally backed down so easily but he really need to dunk himself in some water. With a shrug of his shoulders he turned on his heel, managing to narrowly avoid hitting everyone with his tail and stalked off.

Now, her attention was on the blonde haired boy that was funnily around her height. She was interested in him because he was in her class, along with the fact that he got into a fight. "So, uh, hi?" Wendy hesitantly said, "What was that about?"

Rowan shrugged as he tugged on the strap of his bag, "Snake tried to jump me, until your thing made him slither off."

"Oh, yeah..." Wendy thought about what Rowan said - there was a high chance he was lying through his teeth, but Wendy didn't bother probing into it. She merely looked Rowan in the eye, and shrug, "That...." She trailed off, "... Just happens."

Awkwardly clearing her throat, Wendy's eyes wandered down towards the bag he was carrying. She really wanted to know what he had in the bag - but, Wendy was smart enough to know not to ask right off the bat. "So, I'm Wendy from Ms. Zhao's class... I swear I've seen you in there."

A side-eye went towards Ellen, and she nodded in acknowledgement towards the girl.

At that point he finally clicked and realised why she seemed familiar. "Yeah, I'm in her classes."

"Oh! Nice!" Wendy said with surprising enthusiasm. "She... isn't the nicest, right? I kinda feel like she doesn't like me." She scratched the back of her neck, realizing that she really sounded pretty awkward right now. "Um..."

"You've got that right," Rowan said, bluntly. "I get the judgemental look from her, like she knows me." Same as the rest of them, he'd thought, tugging on his bag.

"I mean, yeah, she is a little condenscending, but I don't think she's that bad." Wendy said, putting her hands behind her back. She looked at the bag once again, and briefly wondered what was in the bag. She could probably check with her new ability... but....

"So, maybe we should talk somewhere else...? I'm sure someone called a teacher."

For a moment, he glanced over his shoulder, then shrugged. It wouldn't have done him any good if he got caught here and Wendy seemed to be alright. "I know a spot, I guess."

Setting off, there was a spot at the edge of the dorms that he liked to visit often; it gave him a little solitude away from where the teachers and other staff would be loitering around, keeping an eye on people.

"Yeah, thanks I guess," Rowan finally said in gratitude.

"You're welcome." Wendy answered.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Searching for Fuel: Iosif & Dex

@Zombiedude101 & @DearTrickster

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When the mission had finally concluded the crew had divvy up the grocery shopping. Essentials to ensure The Borealis could make it to their next job or destination in one piece. Dex had managed to find a doctor in Nova Principium to get her ears fixed up, once she had that taken care of she looked for her co-pilot, Iosif.

Nova Principium was easily her favourite place to visit on Omega. She knew the streets well it had an undeniable feeling of home. It provided a fleeting sense of nostalgia for her days spent with the separatists on Taetrus. The Taetrus extremists would use the stories of Nova Principium to highlight and give hope to the cause. The turians that settled here and built their homes centuries ago were heroes set up on a pedestal. It took years to unlearn the prevailing biases the extremists had spoonfed her. While the nostalgia warmed her mood a little, logic pushed its way to the forefront reminding her that the extremists were cowards and liars after what they did to her.

Dex found Iosif at a local chemist's store, picking up a few extra supplies to replenish his medi-gel deposits. Not that it was scarce, but time on this rock had taught him that running low on supplies was a one-way ticket to getting caught out if the meat hit the grinder at the last minute. That aside, he'd needed an opportunity to run another diagnostic of his arm for good measure. Of course, he let his Omni-Tool dissipate upon noticing Dex and took a few steps towards her.

"Dex, you said you knew someone who could get you the fuel, right? They happen to be named Roca, by chance?" Iosif inquired, brow arched, curious as to whether or not they knew the same guy.

Dex turned to her co-pilot to reply, "He's this seedy volus on the westside, he'd been my main go to for cheap fuel. Though it has been months since I've last been on Omega for fuel." She tapped a few buttons on her omnitool bringing up her file, "His name is Dorlu Jun. We'll see if he's still offering my old rate."

Dex led the way to a taxi station hailing one to take them there. She climbed in telling the driver the address and Iosif soon followed suit, taking a seat. "Volus, eh."

"He's a bastard, but assuming he plays nice you won't find out how bad he is." Dex replied with a wink. "Most merchants on this place are." Iosif remarked, with a smirk.

After about a fifteen minute ride to Dorlu's office, they arrived at the front doors. Dex paid off the taxi then entered the offices making a beeline past the other office doors in the building. Without knocking she opened the door walking in seeing Dorlu sitting at his desk on a phone call. Short and stout, the volus' suit was of a rusty-brown colouration with patches of white along the mask, arms and mid-section, with a pair of small, lit eyes. By their standards, he was probably getting on in years, having been in the fuel business for a few decades now. Dex had struck a deal with him shortly after working in the Terminus Systems full time since then she always kept a close eye on him. Only meaning to use leverage until she absolutely was forced to. Without her speaking to him months on end and now seperating from Lorthan's information network, he probably thought he was safe to make a profit.

Iosif flexed his palms, opting to silently watch Dex haggle her way through this one. He was curious to see how she'd handle this volus; even if they'd had prior correspondance, he figured the asthmatic merchant would try and weasel out of any 'deal' they might've had.

"Dorlu! You old bastard, miss me?" Dex boomed hoping to catch him off guard. He visibly twitched at her voice, then unceremoniously ended his phone call.

"I don't miss you barging into my office, but can't say I'm surprised to see you, Palaven-Clan. Been hearing some things." Dorlu wheezed drily, regarding the human with little interest as he had no idea who he was. He knew Dex to travel alone.

She took a seat on the opposite side of his desk making herself comfortable "You can imagine why we're here then. I need to fuel up the ship I'm on."

Dorlu didn't seem particularly fazed by her abrupt arrival nor what she came by for. "Always willing to serve... a loyal customer." He tapped his omnitool to life sending her the current rates of fuel. "You'll notice the prices have gone up, this damn economy just isn't making any allowances for discounts anymore."

Dex skimmed through the prices offering for Iosif to take a look himself, she looked at him as he leaned forward, significant distaste humming across her subvocals for no one else to hear. Her mandibles twitched in the silence while they both read. "Sounds like his suppliers are feeling the vice from the Alliance." Iosif muttered, with an amused snort.

When she minimized the window then glared at Dorlu, "Is that really the best you can do? Dorlu, I thought we were friends. I've been helping you out for years now.

Dorlu gave her a rather blank look, shrugging his shoulders, "Sorry to say Dex, but our business dealings have come to a close. You've been off the grid too long to rely on anymore. I've moved on."

Dex waited a beat then stood up with her back turned to Dorlu she winked at a curious Iosif, before turning back around, "You know what? You're right Dorlu, you've been more than reasonable with me so I'll do the same. I'll just be sure to pass along some information then carry on." She said rather coyly, "Say hello to your wife for me."

Dorlu sank behind the desk at the mention of his wife, "What do you know."

"You've been a very busy man since I've been gone. Bankrupting your wife's family, profiting off embezzlement from their business. Small profits but taking a little from each is going unnoticed." Dex pulled up her file on him scrolling through the laundry list of his shit. "I feel horrible for your wife, given she caught you redhanded with another woman," Pausing to look at the picture of him with with an asari, shaking her head with an exaggerated sigh, "Now you're throwing everything you have against her for threatening to go public with it. Well that hardly seems fair."

"How did you... get those files! You rotten...thief!" He wheezed angrily, "You have been rifling... through my privacy... this whole time!?" A smirk slowly crept across Iosif's face as he looked on, his amusement growing.

Iosif, do you think it's fair he's using all the credits she's equally entitled to against her? I think I could fix that." Ignoring the volus' outburst, she was clearly amused at springing this on him.

"It'd be quite the domestic abuse story, I'd imagine." Iosif folded his arms, nodding in agreement with an amused expression, "I'm no expert on Irune law, but I don't think the current legal climate would be accommodating for that kind of behaviour."

"Thank you for clarifying that Iosif. I'm not personally well aware of Volus authority but with the damning evidence I've personally collected over the years, I'd say your chances of winning any legal battle are slim to none." She said leaning forward, "So Dorlu, what's it going to be? Drop the rates seventy percent or see your reputation and bank accounts dry up in real time."

Dorlu slowly sat back down his fists shaking, he stared at Dex. Years ago when he first began working with her he had set up extra security to deflect her attempts at digging into his privacy. He had dealt with Lorthan's spies previously though he did fear Lorthan's growing influence, he underestimated Dex's ability to bypass his walls. Silence dragged as he thought desperately coming up with no way to avoid losing everything. Selling her fuel, albeit heavily discounted, seemed like a trade worth making.

"Sixtey-five percent and you swear you won't...air this information?" He asked warily, "I'd be willing to buy the information back."

Dex considered that then turned to Iosif, What do you think?"

"Sounds fair." He nodded in agreement.

She clapped her hands decisively the sudden noise making Dorlu twitch again, "You have my word Dorlu." She shook his hand, "Not a single word will be reported nor be known to your wife. I'll sell all he evidence back to you. You know my regular prices for this level of information. Also, the Borealis is in Afterlife District dock A4. Please put a rush order on that, we have no intention of sticking around Omega."

She tapped away gathering all the information into a packet to send. While Dorlu transferred the credits over in exchange. Iosif shot her a look, then an approving nod. Somehow, he suspected that he was going to like this one.

'Always a pleasure, Dorlu. Stay out of trouble." She remarked sarcastically then excusing herself her omnitool still open as she looked over the numbers. She let herself out of the office working on quickly transfering half of Dorlu's credits into his wife's account. She noted to Iosif, "She won't know where this came from but hopefully it'll be enough give her an edge against him."

"She'll need it more than him, I suppose." Iosif remarked.

"The credits I received from selling his information is going directly back into the ship. It'll be set aside next time we need to fuel up."

"Sounds about right, can use anything left over for whatever we need."

As they exited the building together Dex finished up the file transfers letting her omnitool fade away into sleep mode. "Now that the business is dealt with I've been curious since you first boarded, I noticed you have a prosthetic arm as well. How'd you lose yours? If you don't mind my prying, especially after that exchange of gross invasion of privacy."

"Sure, I'll tell," Iosif answered back, "If you'll share how you wound up with yours. Deal?"

"You have yourself a deal." She agreed with a chuckle. Dex was curious, she didn't run into many others who lost their left arm. She was more curious to see if he had any features on it.

Iosif raised his cybernetic arm, flexing its fingers as he thought back on it, "Got this about six years ago whilst I was still with the Alliance. Was with the Twenty-First Airborne back then, out in the Traverse, so as you can imagine I spent most of my time on patrol missions to make sure that colonies and other interests weren't touched by the usual warlord-pirate-terrorist crowds."

Dex nodded watching the metalic tendons move while he flexed his fingers. It was simplistic in design meant for functionality more than anything, probably did well enough on reflex tests.

"Anyway, one time I was out on another routine patrol when the sensors picked up on an incoming projectile. I banked to the side, hoping for the kinetic shields to kick in and take it as a graze, yet by some stroke of bad luck - or maybe just shoddy equipment - it took a direct impact which effectively disabled the engine and forced me to make a rapid descent." Talking about it didn't bother him as much as it used to, even if it brought on the odd phantom, so much as it felt like old news. "As you've probably guessed, my arm was damaged beyond the capacity of modern medicine, so I gained this instead as part of my medical discharge." Iosif flexed his fingers once more, shaking off the discomforting tinge that thinking about it could occasionally bring on.

Dex made a pained noise as her imagination filled in the gaps of how it must of felt, her shoulder throbbed with anxiety at the thought. She remembered vague memories of coming in and out of conciousness while they amputated her arm. The pain was searing as they attached cybernetics to her nerve endings.

Her right hand floated up to her left shoulder tapping the metallic plates idly while she thought. "Fuck pirates."

Iosif nodded in agreement with her. "Fuck them. Slavers too." He shared the same sentiment towards Batarians.

"I've had my arm for over ten years now." She rolled up her sleeve to let him see it proudly showcasing the handiwork, the green stenciled spirals were densely covering every inch of it. "My good friend Jorick Demanga is my prosthetic engineer. He built this current model from scratch, if it wasn't for him I would have been dead." Her voice softened when she spoke of her friend, she hadn't seen him in ages.

"I was serving in the military on this beautiful ship named the ISS Fade. We were enroute back to Taetrus, my homeworld. I had been sent away from the bridge to do some maintence checks for the mass effect core when we dropped out of FTL to avoid some debris. The pirates set a net and roped us in. I remember all the alarms blaring while the halls flooded with red light. All I had on me was a data pad..."

It had been a while since she talked about it though everything about that day was crystal clear. She popped open the blowtorch in her talon continuing the story, "I ran as fast as I could out of engineering to get to the closest weapon locker, unfortunately one of the pirates beat me to it. He turned on me, fast as a whip, shoving the end of his barrel into my shoulder then he pulled the trigger."

Iosif arched a brow as he saw the blowtorch, intrigued. Frankly, he was a little impressed at the practicality of it; the arm that the alliance had hooked him up with was about as standard as one would expect. Maybe hardier than the one it'd replaced, but it wasn't as if it held any fancy gimmicks.

That said, he definitely sympathised with her on taking a wound to the shoulder. Pirates used some nasty shit, especially when it came to boarding ships. He'd seen the effects of it first-hand.

Dex quickly tucked the blowtorch away. "From there I had two choices. Die or call for help. I dragged my sorry ass to the terminal after the pirate decided I wasn't going to last long, he ran off to shoot more crew. I sent out a distress signal. From what I was told the crew held out against the pirates until help arrived dispatching them completely. Jorick was among the medic teams helping to attend to the wounded." A smile broke open her mandibles, "The best feeling in the world after rehabilitation was jumping into a gunship to fly it. I had full control again."

It was a sentiment that Iosif could definitely share with his fellow pilot, if the smile that crelt across his face was anything to go by. "Damn straight. You put yourself behind the controls of a bird and it's as if you're the master of your own fate. Almost makes you feel invincible."

It was a pleasant thought, one which left him with a certain sense of nostalgia. A reminder of the days before Aratoht, before the salarian fucked them over. And then, even further back - when he was just another fresh faced kid at the docks, a graduate from Lowell City hoping to get out of the backwater and out into the wider universe.

"Something like that, yeah." She shared a look of admiration with Iosif, feeling more confident that she'd have a like-minded co-pilot. "Is there anything else we need to grab while we're out here?"

"I recall mention that we needed coolant for the weapon systems, but they've got it covered. It'd probably be worth grabbing anything we might need for the bridge. Software upgrades or anything like that."

"Software! That would be perfect, I don't trust the autopilot one bit. We can probably find a good VI program to upgrade the shit on there now. I can buff it up then we'll be golden." Dex said enthusiastically. "I thought Drono was going to be picking up the coolant. For now we'll grab a VI then get in contact with the others to see where they're at."

Iosif shrugged at that, before nodding. "Assuming he hasn't moved shop, there's a quarian who might be able to hook us up with something. Walk isn't too far from here, then we can hitch a ride back."

Dex followed beside Iosif allowing him to lead the way. The walk wasn't too great, but took them through a labyrinthine, narrow walkway that brought them face to face with the apathetic denizens of the great underworld. Eventually, they rounded the corner and hit another wider area, closer to one of the docking sectors, where a few other stalls were found.

Iosif had his sights set on their target for shopping - a stall at the corner with advertisements in various languages, all for components related to spacecraft. Engine parts, weapons systems, VIs - all of them and more were advertised on the storefront, but the two were more interested in the last of the three.

Stepping inside, the slav shot a look towards the storekeeper, a quarian of a busy disposition who seemed to be keeping themself occupied as they tapped away st the fabricated interface of their terminal. Probably another VI, as Rael used to point out. He and the storekeeper had grown up on the same ship.

"Hey, you open?" Iosif asked, rhetorically. He recognised the storekeeper from the patterns on his suit and that less-than-subtle defense turret crudely mounted on the ceiling for potential shoplifters, stick-up artists and thieves. Yep, this was the place, alright.

"Ah, yes," the quarian finally glanced up to them, stepping apart from the terminal and edging over to the counter to greet their newfound customers when they jerked their head upwards in mild surprise. "How can I be of assistance today, I'm aware that.. hey, hold on a moment - I know you from somewhere... you're that human who worked with Rael, yes?"

"That's right, uh.. Roca, right?"

"Yeah, right. Haven't heard from either of you in months, or that salarian either. What gives? Rael said he'd have been back months ago to pick up a package he ordered."

"He's dead." Iosif said, rather bluntly.

"... Dead, wait, seriously?" Roca's head tilted downwards for a moment. "How? I know Rael, he wasn't the type-"

"Salarian turned on us. Stole our cut, murdered Rael and... just screwed us over." A hint of anger was inflected in his voice, though he wasn't forthcoming about what happened to him.

Curiosity flared in Dex, someone betrayed Iosif and with only a tidbit of information it sent her imagination into overdrive. It took a considerable amount of effort to school her expression to that of neutrality. Remaining disinterested in the lives her fellow crewmates had led was proving, with every passing minute she spent with them, to be difficult.

"That's why I was going to ask you a favour, if you'd be so inclined."

"Sure, but I don't entirely work for free."

"Sure. If I recall, Rael had some navigation VI fitted to our old ship - I'm aware you programmed that VI. What I wanted to know is if there's a back-door in the software so I can track that fucking lizard and give him what's due."

"Hrm," Roca tilted his head upwards and brought up the terminal again. "You do realise this could land me in boiling engine coolant, right? If anyone finds-"

"I'm not asking it as a favour for me. Asking it as a favour for Rael, especially since, if I recall, he went out of his way for you a couple of times."

"Bah, fine. For Rael. I won't have it said I backed down on a former crewmate, even an exile."

"Thank you. And I'll make it worth your while, if you can also hook us up with some of your VI software. Please, no backdoors this time."

"I can hook you up with whatever you need."

With that, Iosif shot Dex a look. "You're pilot, it's your call."

Searching for someone through shadier means was nothing new to Dex. She personally took note if ever needing to find someone through a ship, to check with the navigation for any old imprints. It was a good trick and she hoped it would work for Iosif. Inclining her head respectively to Iosif, "Thank you. If you think Roca can provide us with what we need Iosif, then let's do it."

Dex, Iosif and Roca went through several VI's looking for just the right one to cover for The Borealis autopilot. It had to be generally compatible with older systems as well as custmizable enough to fit it. Only when they finally settled on the best option Roca had, did the pilots buy it along with Iosif obtaining his clue to finding the apparent backstabbing Salarian.

He wasn't finished just yet.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

<Snipped quote by tsukune>

Yeah, I'm fine with continuing that at any time.

And at the behest of @Maxx, I made a small adjustment at the end of my post. It's really shitty - so it's perfect for Maxx. :^)

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@FernStone@Nosuchthing@Zombiedude101

Anyways, I had an idea for the Academy brats if ya'll are interested.

@Mr Allen J

Shoot, I could use some interesting ideas.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Dervish Hold off on sending Tonka for fuel, me and DearTrickster were gonna do that.

Mass Effect: Borealis

If I'm honest I'm kinda stumped on team name ideas. A-Team anyone?

I'm glad we segmented it. Otherwise that would just be a bad time everyone else hahahah.

@Zombiedude101! That means we can finish our collab from back in February.

@DearTrickster

About fukken time.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

Hold it off IMO, too many dicks ruin the soup.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

Alright I'm back in. @Zombiedude101 You can use Archie as a hook for the Slayer if you want.

@SepticGentleman

We'll have to brainstorm ideas on a collab. piratepad.net/newpost if you want to do something.

@Mr Allen J you lazy motherfucker shoot me a collab for something so we can get shit done.