Raddia petted her Varren, and shook her head. "Not now, boy. Mr. Tritop doesn't have a spare arm to give." She rested back on the bulkhead beside Tritop while watching Zevia heal Talon over in the medical bay. The commando looked over to their unlikely guest, a bit of uncomfortable silence settling in. "So uuhhh...I suppose we should all get to know each other since this might be a long journey. I'm Raddia! And this is..." The asari blushed a little, realizing that in the midst of all the fighting, she had no chance to name the faithful Varren that had been following her. "Hmmm, what is a good Varren name anyways?" A light pink blush paints her blue cheeks, a bit embarrassed about not being able to stay as cool as Gerris in front of the hardened Krogan warrior.
Zevia pushed the chest plate off Talon making sure to minimize the pain from his dislocated arm. "Well at least that's off." she said looking at the shoulder. "Well it was a clean dislocation....we just have to pop it back in. Just be painful as hell." The quarian observed as she grabbed a piece of cloth and handed it to Talon.
"Put that in your mouth and bite onto it so you don't bite your tongue off. Gerris, want to brace him while I pop his arm back in?"
**Tritop**
"Not often someone tames a wild Varren." Tritop mused as he looked at the Varren carefully. "Usually it takes years to have them broken in, but seems this one is on his own accord."
The Varren licked Raddia's hand as it stared at Tritop with suspicion. "And protective I see. Most Varren's get their name from a quality of theirs. Like Red Eyes, Cold Thunder or Heaven's Wraith are few great Varren combatants names I have heard. Ultimately name him as you see fit." Tritop spoke as he relaxed against the bulkhead as he could feel his rib start to heal itself.
Tritop nodded as he hard the asari's name as he continued to look over at the med bay watching Gerris, Talon, and the quarian Zevia.
"Hmmm, I guess I'll call you Ignatius for all that fiery red fur." Raddia gave her newly named pet another caress across his head. She then looked over to Tritop with a tiny bit of pride and told him, "Well, it wasn't easy. Had to whip him around a little bit when he and his pack thought I was lunch, heh." Once she heard what was going on in the medical bay, she gritted her teeth, anticipating a howl from Talon once they started popping his arm back in place.
"You're a chiropractic?" Gerris mentioned casually, but inwardly surprised. Walking around Talon, she grabbed him by the sides firmly and kept him steady.
Talon hissed a bit as his arms were lifted, his bad shoulder flaring again, "At the moment... it's pretty clear he wants Gervis dead more than us. That should at at least keep him somewhat behaved."
He took in a deep breath and braced himself, "Yeah, dislocated stuff before. Don't know if that makes it better or worse cause I know what's coming," he chuckled a bit as he wedged the cloth into his mouth, biting down onto it as he nodded for her to continue.
"I have a bit of medical training if that's what your suggesting." Zevia replied to Gerris as she moved to Talon's shoulder. " 1.....2......3" she quickly pushed on the turian's arm with all her weight hearing his shoulder snap into place with a loud crack that even made her shudder a bit. She grabbed a container of cold water and soaked another piece of cloth and placed it on Talon's head. "Keep that on his head." Zevia said looking to Gerris. "It'll keep him from passing out from the shock."
She got down on one knee giving Talon a generous view of her bosoms as she took his hand. "The old saying, "The enemy of my enemy is my ally." comes to mind with Tritop. We all pretty much got screwed." she said still holding Talon's hand.|
"Squeeze my hand as hard as you can. I need to check your strength." she said.
**Tritop & Raddia**
Ignatius sat beside his Asari owner still glaring at the Krogan as the two seemed to be in a staring contest. "Hmmph I've looked at a thesher maw in the eyes, yours don't scare me pup." the old Krogan said as Ignatius gave a small growl.
Tritop glanced to the med bay once more hearing the familiar crack of a shoulder being popped in. "That'll hurt a little." he chuckled "By the way....Raddia...where is the salarian worm that was with your merry band?"
"Tafina was killed by Grevis, that bastard. The general shot him in the back of the head with one of those STX shotguns you guys traded for. Tafina didn't even have a chance." Raddia sighed, wishing that she had been able to do something for the poor Salarian. She continued to watch with Tritop, grimacing as she heard them snap Talon's arm back into one piece. "Oi, remind me never to challenge you to an arm wrestle."
Gerris did as asked, "I'm still not going to trust him any farther than I can throw him," she lifted her eyes to look at Tritops through the windows of the med bay, "And as much as I know I could take him I wouldn't be able to hurl him far."
Talon bit down on the stopper in his mouth, there was a sharp stabbing pain but as soon as the shoulder was back in it's socket it quickly faded away as he eperimentally rolled his shoulder, giving Zevia's hand a tight squeeze, "All good to go, damn, so glad the pain decreases so much once it's popped back in." he smiled as he stood, the area around his shoulder an odd purplish color from bruising.
"That makes two of us, but the guy was holding his own against all of us, we're going to need that kind of muscle against the people I'm sure will be after." he smiled a bit at Gerris's confidence, "Yeah, be counting on you putting an omniblade in his back before he puts a bullet in mine, but for now he's our squadmate."
He left his armor behind as he walked back into the main area of the ship, "Alright, that's enough of a break. Zevia get the ship fired up. If we're lucky we can scrap it for parts and get something that's not as easily traced, Gerris keep an eye on our friend, Raddia help me check the ship for anything useful. Our last search got a bit, interrupted."
Zevia sat down in the pilot seat and slowly brought the engines back online. The ship shuddered to life as she set a course to the Marxis Station. "Hopefully this thing lasts that long.." she said as she controlled the ship towards the rough looking station.
**Tritop**
"Hmmph so I get a babysitter eh?" Tritop smirked as he looked at Gerris still dressed in her armor. He crossed his arms as he lean back against the bulkhead showing not much concern to Gerris or the fact of her aggression towards him. "Normally I wouldn't take orders from a Turian, but circumstances are different." he said before looking to Gerris. "So will I be speaking to a mask during this time or will I get to see the face of my babysitter?" he smirked.