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A beeping sound caught Zevia's attention. "Hmmm already? Jeez and I just got in. Girls have to run off. Looks like our data files just unlocked." she said stepping out of the bath and slipped on her skin tight suit. The rest of her armor and veil she carried in her arm figuring it wouldn't be a far walk to the lab and she could change there.

"I'll see you two in a bit." she said stepping out of the bathhouse and passed a sleeping Varren. So much for a guard dog.

"Hmmm, I guess we'd better get dry too, you were eager to see that data." Raddia laughed softly in hindsight, realizing if Gerris had waited another 5 minutes before her debate with Zevia, she would have gotten what she wanted. The asari quickly lathered up her own body with the soap along with her tentacular crest, before setting it back on the shelf and rising from the steamy water, her blue skin and curves slick from the bath. She grinned and offered Miraya a hand to help pull her out of the hot spring.
"Let's go," Gerris said, standing up on her own, and grabbed a towel to dry herself before she picked up her clothes and strapped on her recon suit, keeping the hood off this time.
"Mmhhmm," she muttered, before drying her blue body. Raddia then gathered up her clothing, unintentionally showing off her lovely breasts to Gerris as she slipped on her snug lavender bra, and her bubbly rear as she slipped up her tight panties. The asari commando then strapped on her light combat armor, the white armor keeping dainty body secure. A soft smile curled across her lips as she walked alongside Miraya towards Zevia's room.
"What have you got?" Gerris barged in, approaching the counter and placing her hands on the table, eager and impatient.
"Ah, there you are," Talon looked around a bit as he entered the lab, "Wanna tell me why your varren growls at me anytime I try going past it? Kinda hard to explore the ship with him blocking half of it." He looked down at the pad on the counter the girls were gathered around, "That the Salarian's datapad? Manage to crack it?"
Zevia blinked as she was still half naked and half the crew was in her room. "I guess knocking isn't part of your culture." she said as she zipped up her tight body suit and fitted her helmet back on before turning to the computer.

"And our volus is......" The screen blinked up as it showed a camera footage of Krogans meeting a volus with turian guards.

"Thats him." Tritop growled as she stomped into the room watching as his troops made the exchange. The Volus glanced around before holding up his omni-tool.

"Gotcha....if your guys were smart enough you would monitor out going signals."

"We do." Tritop crumbled.

"Good, and there we....."


Gervis: Have you completed the exchange?
Volus: *Hiss* Yes...they are moving the capsule onto the vessel
Gervis: Good, I want that cargo off world as soon as possible.
Volus: Of course, you aren't dealing with a simpleton. Now about my payment.
Gervis: Yes you will get it. Take the capsule to your facility and I'll have my men pick it up and pay you.
Volus: Understood, General.

"What is the vermin's name?" Tritop snarled.

"Maten Palveic, and he is based......oh how nice....I trace his com to Epsilon Seven. Looks like we are all heading to the same place. How nice."

"Oh, sorry, I guess I'd better give him a thwack with the newspaper later." She chuckled softly, but felt a little bad that her pet was causing trouble. Raddia listened to the details of the data with the others and remarked, "That's...oddly convenient." Skepticism filled her eyes considering how much difficulty they've had so far on this mission. "I guess we're going whether somebody's expecting us or not." She took a seat in Zevia's room and wondered if anyone had anything to add.
"Dirty rats, all of them," Gerris merely growled, already not very trustworthy of other species. "When can we next set a course? I want to get my hands on that lard ball right now."
"Sorry, didn't expect to have to come searching." He averted his gaze to the pad, still seeing her figure out of the edge of his vision. "Scanner's are showing all clear far as we can see. Set a course now, and if nothing pops up between here and there, we can arrive in half a day or so." Talon looked over the pad, "Then just the trouble of tracking him down without exposing ourself, willing to bet they'll have eyes on him incase we show up."
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