"Yes, could easily, didn't. Thought tests, not one to interrupt them. This different. If told, will change them till then I wait. Got to ensure engines still operation. Actually... Improved, power diverted to here as well. Interesting."

Hans waiting before speaking again.

"Curious, Krogan who knows about workings of a ship. Would imply maturity, age, you are old Krogan yes? Hundreds of years?"

Gorlek was surprised, not that the Quarian was reprimanding him, but nonstop machine gun rapidity of his protests. Liri was switching his attention from Gorlek, to his communicator, and demanding the nearby support crew tell him exactly what was happening. He reminded Gorlek of a Varren they'd fed Red Sand with his level of hyperactivity and briefly considered making a joke that he'd better careful about wasting so much oxygen lest he yell himself unconscious, but knew in this state the Quarian would almost certainly take it too seriously. It would be a lie, the new oxygen recycling levels were perfectly adequate for even the softer species, and wouldn't even be fully noticeable for several hours. It just wasn't what the humans would call at "fresh air" levels.

As crew made sense of the new status reports Liri's unassuageable rage cooled into a harsh irritation as he realized that he'd not been made an impotent accomplice to sabotage, but rather an unwitting witness to unsolicited upgrades.

Gorlek was ready to leave, but the berating he was experience morphed into a debate over the merits of crew conditions in comparison to raw ship performance. He argued that they were going into the unknown and needed to the ship maximum readiness, and there's no point of keeping the crew conditions at priority if it ends in having no ship for the crew to complain about.

Liri, having conceded the practicality of the changes despite being irked they were done without express permission, pressed a final point. "Well we're days away of the objective, why make the change now and force the crew into discomfort longer than necessary? Even you must see that's bad for morale."

"Morale no effect dead men. Crew can't expect adjust change in middle battle, crew need acclimatize so no distract from duty. We change now, crew not notice change when change is need," Gorlek retorted.

"Well, old enough." Grukk answered the quisitive Salarian, "I'm far from being an expert, but I picked up a few things over time. At least enough to get by for this long" He didn't want to bring up his exact age to the shorter lived species. It would have seemed unfair to say he lived at least twenty of the Salarian's lives by now. Grukk instead decided to move the topic off of age and on to other subjects at hand.

"How did you end up getting roped in on this job hunting Geth anyway?" the old Krogan asked with legitimate interest, "As for me, I have nothing better to do with myself. But what could they possibly say to you to think it's a good idea to go after a bunch of literal killing machines?"

Aulpius winced as the room around him erupted with light. Creating a white environment covered with various terrain for cover. The room appeared MUCH bigger than it did as normally (10x10 meters).

Aulpius scanned the room. There were two geth marching to his rear-left. One of them had spotted him and alerted the other instantly. Both began to fire their pulse rifles at him. Aulpius had but a minute to react. He quickly dropped and rolled up against some nearby cover. Quickly crouching down, his back pressed against the rampart, Aulpius could hear the firing stop and be replaced by the geth slowly approach the other side.

*clank* *clank* *clank* *clank*

"that's right" He thought......"come to daddy"

The two geth peered over the ridge and saw.........nothing? They began to look around in all directions. What they didn't know was that Aulpius had never left, but had barrel rolled over he ridge and was now behind them. One of the geth got only got enough time to see Aulpius blow it's brains out with his pistol. The other paniced and opened fire. Aulpius quickly grabbed the headless geth and used it as a shield. The body mangled wildly as shot after shot was taken by it. The shots stopped. The geth had run out of ammo in it's panic. Aulpius swung around the now shot up and headless wreck of the first geth into the second. Knocking it of balance.

It tried to get up but it was too slow. Aulpius pounced on the geth and began to wail punch after punch onto its face. The geth made a scream of pain as it tried to stop its attacker, but Aulpius had it pinned to the ground. There was no escape as the geth's artificial blood splattered over Aulpius's armor.

Aulpius gave the dead geth one last punch before getting up and looking around. He heard something.... there were still geth here.....but where.

Jon wrinkled at being manhandled by Sal, the Korgan's strength far beyond that of the Quarian, but quickly composed in his seat.
"I'm not much of a card player, but I'm also a quick study." Jon said with as much innocence as he could muster. In truth, Jon was pretty good at games of chance. Depending how much he's had to drink.
"Truth be told, I've never had the pleasure of visiting the Citadel."

'Zippy? Is that some sort of human term for friend or an insult?' The Sentinel thought.
"I'm not a Volus, that's for sure. My name is Jon, Jon'Nefin vas Nedas. Nice to meet you, Jim Keasi and Laura Tirao. This suit is the outcome of living generations aboard star ships. I don't recommend it." Jon joked. "My new friend Sal and I are hear to destroy some Geth. It's strange to see humans aboard a Turian captained ship. How is life aboard for you? Anything worth keeping in mind or knowing about our fearless Captain Brius?"

With no change in the ships power distribution, Brius took it upon himself to sort out this mess. "Liri, I've giving you a direct order, return the power distribution to it's original status unless you want to be the first Quarian to be used as a missile. Damn Woman, whatever had got into her was beyond Brius, she was usually calm and rather controlled when crisis hits but this seemed different.

"Hans, hate to pester you like this but do you mind returning the ship to it's previous power distribution and locking out the other terminals for a time? Whatever is happening seems to be strange, in a minute or two the effects of the power changes will affect the whole ship, luckily we're still in the changing period and the effects are rather small but that is gonna change."

Brius began pacing on the bridge wondering what on Palaven possessed that women to screw around with the power supply.

"STG, ten years, Geth, other Mercs and many other dangers, nothing not experienced before. Pays well, got kids back home that will be going to Universities soon, almost ten. Needed money for it, these are some of the best paying jobs. Don't know why though, seem easily for the pay grade."

Listening to the second part of Grukk's conversation Hans laughed a little, "We've all been there at one point. Think that is how most of the crew got here, part from the Humans, most of them originally from the Alliance."

"We'll see, I bet you've got some cards up those sleev.... Well suit..." Jim said noticing the expression was rather lost on a Quarian's outift. "You didn't look like much of a banker to me anyway." Jim laughed, "We've been on this ship since it was Alliance most of us have, there was some issue from a few when Captain Brius took command, hatreds from the First Contact War and a few Terra Nova supporters. When he was saving their lives they changed their tunes. He's lead us through quite a few combat engagements. I will say this though, don't get on his bad side, any of his threats are more promises."

Noticing Jim had darkened the mood a bit "Anyway yeah... The Citadel sucks. No fun is really allowed on there unless you know where to look and even then it is probably rigged. They just know the system to get out of criminality. Tried to assist once, ended up in red tape myself I just had to get away. And that was just giving evidence of some bastard who tried to steal my wallet."

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"Yeah, I can agree on that. Citadel sucks and sometimes the customs are racist, especially if you're a krogan."
Sal laughed and jabbed an elbow at Jon's side as a friendly gesture.
"Right, what's this poke-her game and how many shots do you have to take when you lose?"
Sal was in a good enough mood, and he didn't have any money on him either. Actually he had no credits at all honestly. Good thing he found a job at this point in life.

"A Systems Alliance crew and dating back to the Relay 314 Incident. How a Turian managed to pull that off must mean Brius had a Spirit looking out for him. Remarkable! I never thought I'd see the day." Jon says taking another sip from his flask cylinder. "Since living in the Terminus, I've seen the grudge between Humans and Turians, and Krogan and Turians, and Humans and Batarians, you get the point. The point is!" Jok said a little too loud. "When it comes to earning credits, we all speak the same language. Hehehe" Jon finished with a giggle.

[Jon is reaching his limit; this is a warning... shit will go down.]

Composing himself, the Sentinel carried on unabated. "Citadel isn't a place for honest people. They smile and preach, but when it comes down to you or their annual take they'll always leave you footing the bill." Jon sobbered at his own pitiful words and looked for a distraction.

Jon felt the armored elbow dig into his side, swearing he broke a rib and praying it didn't rupture his suit. 'No hissing. Good sign' The Quarian thought.
"I'm game. I'll even roll up my sleeves for the more timid here.' Jon said turning to Jim with a hidden smile. "Why not instead of credits, we play for drink? Winning hand drinks and we'll use the swill they hide under the mass effect drive!" Jon said jokingly. Getting drunk seemed like the best way to pass the journey and to forget about life for a while.
"This place needs music. It's so quiet I can hear myself drink." Jon says and demonstracted with another generous sip.

Within the confines of her chamber, Valyza's eyes would open, he brief rest finished, pupils darting about, taking in the scene around her. Leaning up from where she lay, her eyebrows would quickly crease upon her visage, eyes narrowing, as she tried to determine if the subtle change in the air around her was real or imagined. Remaining fixated on this dilemma for a few moments, she'd eventually shrug, deciding that it mattered little altogether, and that with a quick check to a clock, she'd gotten enough time into her nap anyway. Feeling rested, without the grogginess of deeper sleep, the Asari would quickly get to her feet, as she heard the music playing on her headpiece shift into it's next song. She'd pause for a moment, before, with a smile, turning up the volume, and starting a few stretches to relax her muscles.

The music was of human origin, said to have been quite the character back in his time from what she'd read. She had to agree, that the sounds were quite pleasing to her, and truthfully she'd gotten a few more of his recordings from the holonet. Interestingly enough, from what she'd read, this song had been released when she was only 120 years old, barely out of her childhood, first heading into the militia, wide eyed, idealistic, eager. Funny how the words of a being she'd never met, with distance spanning stars between them, could compose a song that spoke to her so quaintly regarding her own golden years of youth. As she'd finish her exercises, and the tune finished off, the Asari would keep a small smile, before moving to exit her chambers.

With the need for some sleep taken care off, Valyza decided it would be time to grab some food, stalking through the halls of the ship. Though she decided to forgo her combat armour and weaponry, she was confident that he biotic abilities would ensure she remained combat ready. All that she needed to do now was recall where exactly that turian had said she'd find the grub.

Eventually of course, the Asari would enter into the mess hall, eyeing the place quickly. She saw some folks gathered around at the tables, including one of the krogan, and the turian who had been contracted on Omega. However, what drew her attention would be the cooks by the kitchens, as she'd stride over, looking to see just what exactly was cooking. She wasn't particularly picky, but she'd hold out that with a human cooking, there'd be something relatively tasty.​

"What? Of course not, the First Contact War was fought by our fathers, no chance we'd been there. Doubt Brius was there, I ain't going to ask if he was. I guess you're right about credits bringing us together, it can easily tear men apart as well." Jim was speaking quieter and not to draw the attention of anyone else who might be coming into the mess.

"Music isn't really allowed out here. Distracts people." Laura spoke up slightly as she finished off the last of her meal.

The Quarian's drinking became more noticeable to them and if it wasn't a state of wanting to be guilty by associating they had better things to be doing other than hanging with a drunk Quarian.

"I can't right now, we've been on our lunch break for a while. Perhaps afterwards but the ship is going to be need to be kept in top notch condition. We might see you guys again in the future at some point, we've got a big work load to keep up with. Pleasure to meet you both." Jim spoke as he grabbed his plate and stood up.

"See you round guys." Laura said as you followed Jim.

Back in the engines.

"I can, lock out the system so no one else can tamper with it?" Hans quickly talked to Brius as he sorted out the power supply to the ship.

"Do it. I'll confirm when if it is to change again." Brius was just as hurried as Hans, whatever was happening needed to be resolved quickly.

With the power supply sorted Brius decided to head down to the weapons to find out what happened there. Three Turians followed Brius for the added stopping power to sort out whatever was going to happen.

Brius pulled out a Carnifex pistol ready for anything that might be happening in the armoury. For all he knew there was a coup in place, it wouldn't last if he was still breathing. In a couple of minutes he was into the main area of the armoury ready for anything.

"Liri! What is going on with my ship!?" Brius burst through the door aiming his Carnifex at her, demanding an immediate answer. "Be quick or I'll find someone more suitable for this position!"

"Well, hello, not every day you see an Asari on this ship, and never one as beautiful, what can I get for you?" The Human cook seemed to be attempting to coerce the Asari, more than just simple small talk.