"And how exactly does a bareface like yourself come to acquire the means of passing off such a large reward." A voice would sound out, over the din and hum of the hangar around the group, the words solely intended for the turian recruiter himself. The tone of the voice would be unmistakably feminine, bearing a twinge of mockery to it's syllables, as stepping forth to stare down the being who promised fortune to those he spoke, an Asari would make itself known. Valyza Kyajin would halt perhaps eight feet from the ensemble, her armour, clearly of the Armax Arsenal, giving a dim sangria shine to it's metal plating, accented by stripes of sapphire blue. Standing not even six feet in height, she would be dwarfed by the Krogan and humans who had already approached, yet, there would be a weight to her every step. Though her weapons would be holstered upon her back, the sheer reputation of Asari biotics and their powers when trained, would be enough to ensure none fell for the illusion of being unarmed. Of her face, her skin would be a royal blue, with specks and markings of both indigo, being the natural colouration of her flesh, and ultramarine tattoos, designed almost to give her a turian quality. Of her eyes, there would be a menace that belied the small frame of the being, as they honed in to focus entirely upon this representative before her, before speaking. "I'm curious to know how one such as yourself came to be entrusted with such a position." Her words would continue to bear a sense of superiority towards the turian, for in moment of inflection that had Valyza almost smile, she found herself still relying upon the teachings of her youth. Her father, a turian who had instilled her with the old virtues of duty, and honour, had also been very generous in the knowledge of his culture, and as such, she knew the meaning behind a turian without any markings upon his face. Snakes, beguiling, not to be trusted, it was also a slang term for politicians, she'd muse for a moment. Indeed, she had initially come here to look for a new mission to sign on for, but the sighting of this turian had piqued her interest almost immediately. Now that he spoke of an operation involving the Geth, and some generous pay, she could only hazard a guess at the motives behind his actions.
Sal scratched his chin and murmured considering. With his voice it sounds more like a low rumble. The vorcha asked all the good questions. "Hmmh, vermin has a point. Got some more details you're not telling us? I'm all for a fight but the job better be worth it, you sure you can cough up the cash?" Pretty much anything at the moment would be better than Omega. One more bouncer gig and he would snap.
@dx144| "10k for putting down some of those robot-things? What's the catch?" Metcalfe wasn't exactly nervous, no-one who'd survived Torfan could ever be called nervous, but the prospect of facing things that had challenged Shepard, perhaps even killed him, gave him reason for pause and be suspicious.
The Turian "Scarface" as called by the Vorcha was amusing. "We aren't a clan or outfit. We're a Mercenary group, we find jobs and we do them. So long as the credits are there. Depending on the job of course. Names are something the higher up disagreed with. Apparently it distracts from the mission and makes us more of a wannabe group like the Blue Suns or Eclipse. As for a ship we have a couple. Just not here, we have a shuttle around the deck for a maximum of twenty but we only need around half of that." Scarface left it hanging for a few moments before answering "Gorlek's" question about the Geth. "You'll get a fair share of what you're owed in terms of credits, if you want to rout around inside the dead Geth, you go ahead and enjoy that." As for the Vorcha's questioning, as enjoyable as they were came to a halt with this Asari, who dared to question him as a bareface. "I'll have you know miss I've fought in wars that'd scare the crap out of most others, tag along with my merc band and you might even learn the tale of it. As for how I got this job, well experience. A lifetime of Turian training and wars to go with it and you get somewhere in life. Even if it is picking up scum from the scummiest place in the Galaxy, barring the Citadel Council of course." A smile came over his face as he said that last part. It clamour of voices cried out from all directions it would seem, the Vorcha asked all the good questions, a first for everything in the galaxy it would seem. "I've got credits ready to transfer. Don't worry about that. I learnt long ago keep the creds flowing and the company keeps as well. And as I said before, briefing will explain the rest. But as I can tell so far this is a simple clearing out of Geth incursion into a few world outside of the Terminius System, probably some Human expedition that went into territory classified as "Dangerous" or to Humans, viable colonisation point. At least it keeps us on the payroll." The Human's voice spoke up again, "No catch, at least none at the moment, Geth need removing, that is all. Some wealthy mysterious benefactor wants the Geth removed, Alliance military must be stretched or they don't want them to know either way it gives me creds, if anyone wants out and lose their stake in 10,000 credits be my guest but for those of you in need of some credits or hell even some action other than the fine place that Omega is then sign up." The Turian had a smile through this discussion they were having.
Aulpius said nothing. He simply went to the sheet and signed it. Aulpius Ramilianus He glanced back at the others talking to the recruiter, pressing him question after question. They were right to distrust him. Any Turian that was young enough to not bear any colonial tattoos of the Turian unification wars, yet somehow old enough to have scars and outdated firearms on him was a shifty character indeed. Not that he thought any of them would pick up on that. He made a quick scan around at the mercs behind him. He could point out which ones were going to make it, and which ones were going to........ Aulpius wasn't really proud of his "sixth sense" He simply nodded stood by the recruiter, he was the boss now and there was no backing out.
Hahnlar finally decided, "Ten thousand credits total for each of us. For a mission against a small force of geth? Very generous. Very well, I'll join up." He walked up to the sheet and signed his name forward. Now to see if this was a mistake, or the biggest opportunity of his life so far...
L was surprised that there was no catch but 10,000 credits for killing some Geth that was just a good idea in L's mind he then spoke to the human. "Where is the contract I am signing right now."
"Okay, lets go bash some bots. They make the most amusing ornaments." Sal just wanted off this damn rock and see something else for a change. Maybe he would have as much fun as he had with Blood Pack back in the day. For a moment he was lost in memories and old battles while signing his name.
The Turian was pleased that he had another two recruits for this mission now with him, it'd make it a lot easier, Geth he could probably handle himself but it wouldn't be the first time he'd have gone into a warzone with only a couple of others and ended up being out gunned and nearly killed for it. "Glad to see you've got your thinking caps on, sign right here." As the Krogan walked over and signed his name as well, the Turian knew that he'd had won over most of the crowd.
Grukk was admittingly caught off guard for a moment when the Turian mentioned this mission involved Geth. All he knew about the Geth was what was common knowledge about them, that and whatever he can gather from the occasional Quarian he'd run across that was on their pilgrimage. The possibility of potentially getting a chance to learn more about the mysterious machines that lyed beyond the Perseus Veil was enough to get him on board in his mind. But he couldn't let the Turian know that. He played this game numerous times already. Though he wasn't one to care for the credits at this point in his life, one should never seem too eager or too desperate toward a Client, lest they take advantage of you and abuse you for their own profit. Especially if it's your Client who is the desperate one, which meant you can squeeze some extra credits out of the deal if you played your cards right. Though the sudden enterouge of volunteers put a damper on any plans to sweeten the deal in his favor. Grukk grunted as the new bloods asked all the relevant questions he might have had. "Alright...you have my attention. Let me take a look at the contract" Grukk knew from personal experience that one should always look over the fine print of any contract. He'd be damned if he was going to be screwed out of a paycheck over a "technicality" again. It didn't end well for that smart ass, he spends his days drinking his meals through a straw now. And he wasn't a Quarian. "You have a name Turian? Or is that on a need to know basis as well?" He asked as he continued looking through the contract for any unfavorable loopholes and clauses to legal binding contract.
