08-02-2012, 02:04 AM
**Zevia and Miraya**
Evans' smile soon faded as he looked into Miraya's stern eyes. "No I do not, you have a ATX-4555 SD armor suit. Discountinued model used for many trades and easily modified, but its weakness is that while it's a jack of all trades its a master of none." Evans stated sternly looking at Miraya as if to show he wouldn't be intimated by her.
Zevia stroked his paw getting his attention back onto her. "Very knowledgeable most impressive. Do you have some capacitors for this type of armor? I believe we need 3 of them."
Evans' smile reappeared, "I believe I do, they are in the back."
"Thank you." Zevia smiled as the turian moved to the back of the shop. As soon as the turian left the quarian approached Miraya and grabbed her arm hard pulling her to the side.
"I'm going to let you on a little secret about my credits situation. That bribe I had to put up to get into his dump was a fake drop off hack. A hack that can only be used once otherwise the main system will detect it. My real credits situation is little a bit, much less then what these cores will probably be worth so take that big chip off your shoulders otherwise we won't get the parts we want, hell if I wasn't here he probably would have armed his security drone on you by now." Zevia said sternly looking at the female turian making sure she got the message.
" And maybe even try to butter up the guy a little, you certainly have the body to get a male to do what you want much like myself." she said poking one of Miraya's breasts "Got me?"
**Talon & Co.**
"It wouldn't be a bad idea." Tritop said as he looked around the bar. "The dancers will be more open to talking to someone of their own kind. Speak to the bartender, I'll be near keeping an observant eye." the old krogan chuckled as he moved to the central bar and took a seat. "Krogan ale, extra strong!" he hollard as a lanky servant approached Tritop to pour a mug for him. The main bartender was a large turian standing in the middle draped in a white shirt that hugged tightly against his firm muscles with a apron around his waist. He cleaned a glass as he took note of Talon. His left eye watching him as his right eye was scared badly from what appeared to be a knife wound.
Evans' smile soon faded as he looked into Miraya's stern eyes. "No I do not, you have a ATX-4555 SD armor suit. Discountinued model used for many trades and easily modified, but its weakness is that while it's a jack of all trades its a master of none." Evans stated sternly looking at Miraya as if to show he wouldn't be intimated by her.
Zevia stroked his paw getting his attention back onto her. "Very knowledgeable most impressive. Do you have some capacitors for this type of armor? I believe we need 3 of them."
Evans' smile reappeared, "I believe I do, they are in the back."
"Thank you." Zevia smiled as the turian moved to the back of the shop. As soon as the turian left the quarian approached Miraya and grabbed her arm hard pulling her to the side.
"I'm going to let you on a little secret about my credits situation. That bribe I had to put up to get into his dump was a fake drop off hack. A hack that can only be used once otherwise the main system will detect it. My real credits situation is little a bit, much less then what these cores will probably be worth so take that big chip off your shoulders otherwise we won't get the parts we want, hell if I wasn't here he probably would have armed his security drone on you by now." Zevia said sternly looking at the female turian making sure she got the message.
" And maybe even try to butter up the guy a little, you certainly have the body to get a male to do what you want much like myself." she said poking one of Miraya's breasts "Got me?"
**Talon & Co.**
"It wouldn't be a bad idea." Tritop said as he looked around the bar. "The dancers will be more open to talking to someone of their own kind. Speak to the bartender, I'll be near keeping an observant eye." the old krogan chuckled as he moved to the central bar and took a seat. "Krogan ale, extra strong!" he hollard as a lanky servant approached Tritop to pour a mug for him. The main bartender was a large turian standing in the middle draped in a white shirt that hugged tightly against his firm muscles with a apron around his waist. He cleaned a glass as he took note of Talon. His left eye watching him as his right eye was scared badly from what appeared to be a knife wound.
