"You've got it. Glad you're feeling better!" Raddia smiled a little towards Talon before she noted the jokes Tritop was giving Gerris. We'd better make it quick... The commando started helping Talon looking for some useful supplies. "Hmmm, well there's a datapad someone left behind. Bet I could hack it for a random wad of credits." She then opened up her omnitool to begin the progress. "Man, just imagine if this was the old days, we'd have to actually do some actual typing for this stuff."
"I'm not here to hold your hand, Krogan, but I'll take them apart down your wrists claw by claw if I need to," Gerris simply stammered as she approached the deck. Clearly her brother's death and torture at the hand of krogans had set her prejudice for the rebellious race as a whole.
She turned her head to the side as she read the ship trajectory, "That place... A colleague once spoke of the people found within Marxis Station. Talon, you, Raddia and I have to get different guises ready. They don't take military types too kindly in there."
"So I see you've heard of Marxis station." Zevia said not taking her eyes off the controls. "Basically a heaven for pirates, thieves and murderers. But also a place to get black market stuff and information." she paused as she looked over to Gerris. "Been here a few times, and I know someone that might be able to get us a ship."
Tritop chuckled, "Hehe I look forward to it, Bee'shed." The krogan smiled slightly as he continued to relax.
"Great, let's just hope there's something on this ship that doesn't have 'shoot me I'm military' embroidered all over it." He groaned a bit, not looking forward to the trek through a dangerous and hostile city.
"Hmmm, yeah. We could say we are mercenaries or whatever, and get the emblems off our armor, but casual clothes would probably work better." Raddia looks around with the others for something, but can only find prisoner uniforms. "Hehe, well I suppose we are technically fugitives from the law, but no." She closes the shelf and groans, wishing there was a computer around she could hack for disguises.
"There's... only prisoner garbs here," Gerris mentioned after scrounging around inside the cells. "These are just basic armor, very weak kinetic shielding, and no pockets. Whatever we do, we won't be able to smuggle in heavy stuff I'm afraid," she said, looking at her back where her anti-matter widow rifle was strapped to. "There's several of turian design, but these also fit asari," she said pointing to a single one out, then she narrowed her eyes.
"I think they'd been considering arresting us before they decided killing us would make them feel better," she mentioned as she walked out of the room with the three pieces of armor gathered under her arms, compact for convenience.
"I do have one idea." Zevia said as she placed the ship in auto pilot and walked to the group. "We can pretend to be pirates that have stolen and escaped from the turian fleet." she said. "The way this ship is damaged it would certainly look like it. We also would need to scrap your armor's emblems off and make them look rough. Not as new."
Tritop chuckled as he stood up rotating his shoulders. His body was healing up nicely as he eyed the two turians. "Not a bad idea, but it might be one thing to dress as a pirate and it's another to act as one."
Zevia folded her arms as she eyed Tritop. "Well then...we have a few hours. I think we can work on our stories till then."
Tritop smiled once more. This group was turning out to be amusing. "Well you can all do your acting lessons, I'm going to repair my armor." he paused looking to Gerris. "Unless Bee'shed would like to supervise me so I don't get into trouble?"
"Act like a pirate?" Raddia groaned, muttering to herself, "The one time my sister could help with something." The asari sighed, and nodded at Zevia, "Yeah, sounds like a good plan. Better than going down in that tin foil armor."
"I'd watch yourself, seen her take down turians bigger than herself like they were nothing," Talon chuckled a bit remembering a few cadets that tried hitting on his squadmate. He looked over his armor, it was already pretty scuffed and dirtied from the fight, though still looked in good condition, "Be a shame having to damage this, seems like I had it forever."
He turned as Gerris returned from her scavenging hunt, "So, light weaponry and light armor only. Not exactly what I'd hope for in our situation." He groaned a bit, "Gerris you're good with armor, think you and Zevia might be able to use some of our current armor to try and upgrade these old things? Any boost would be helpful."
"I can try. No promises," Gerris looked down at the pieces of equipment and set them down on a desk, "The Prisoner Armor uses light reinforced alloys to provide minimal protection and a limited kinetic shield generator that is instantly fried with the first break. We'll have to juice it up and see if we can bolster the capacitors," she said.
"We're not going to find the parts for this here. If I wanted to isolate some energy I'd need to cut it from the ship, and that's not a good idea. Looks like we're on a no-fighting duty until we can upgrade these."