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I have the feeling we won't be seeing much more Roekaar activity in the future. There'd probably small cells most radical will linger, but I don't suspect much more. Akksul may be alive, but he seemed rather shaken up. Not that I believe he's about to become all buddy buddy or some bullshit. When Jaal had said his farewells to his siblings and his "other mothers," or in our words, his aunts, they had been eager to meet us, and expressed regret that Jaal's true mother was unable to be here.

Well, all in due time, I suppose. Back on the ship, Drack had quickly asked if we could now head off to Elaaden for the Krogan colony. I remembered my promise, I didn't hesitate to give Kallo our new destination.

I had just gotten myself back into regular clothes when I found myself with a visitor. When I heard the door open, my back was turned. I had hoped it might have been Vetra, coming to see me, and finish what we were doing in the mess earlier. I turned, and was slightly disappointed to see Peebee. I didn't let it show however.

"Hey, Scott? Bad news. My remnant scanner isn't picking up any signs of Poc," she grumbled.

"Shit. Any ideas?" I asked.

"Well, seems like her band of exiles base themselves or at least do business on Kadara. Maybe someone there can point us in the right direction?" Peebee suggested.

"Sounds likely, but I promised Drack we'd head straight to Elaaden," I began. Peebee looked down, depressed. "Hold on, let me finish. I could try contacting Reyes. See what his people can gather," I suggested. I wasn't eager to start pulling favors, but… we need to get Elaaden done. And if we can get a lead on Poc without needing to stop on Kadara, all the better, honestly.

"Really? Mind if I listen in?" Peebee requested.

"Sure, I'll give him a call right now," I nodded. I keyed my Omni-tool and the call began, simply waiting for him to pick up.

"Ah, what can I do for my favorite Pathfinder today?" Reyes greeted. Couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy. With almost everything he said, I felt suspicion.

"Got a favor. While we were last on Kadara, a jilted lover somehow snuck on board our ship and stole something important to one of my crew. A message she left told us that she was running a group of exiles that had previously been trying to beat us to some choice pieces of Rem-tech. The thief's name is Kalinda, an Asari, and one of her lieutenants is a Krogan named Krannit," I explained.

"I know the group. They spend more time scavenging those Remnant sites than anything else, haven't paid them much mind. But, they recently did kick someone out of their little group. Samrick. Been spending his time drinking at Kralla's song. Not the first of Umi's constant customers, and certainly not her last. Want us to question him for you? Save you a trip?" Reyes offered.

"If you can. Just… take it easy on him," I muttered. Reyes sighed.

"We only get rough if they're a bastard like those cannibals you took out, or necessary, like Kaetus. I doubt it will take much to persuade Samrick. Either an offer of creds or goods, or a minor threat. Hell, maybe even a drink," Reyes defended. It's the fact they get rough at all that I disapprove of. I know I was rough with those cannibals, but I sure as hell don't approve of my actions. I do feel guilt.

"Yeah, yeah. Just let us know when you have the intel," I requested.

"Sure. May not even take that long. Talk to you later," Reyes nodded, and the call ended.

"Thanks, Scott," Peebee smiled.

"Anytime," I replied. "So, how's Jaal been?" I asked.

"What am I, Lexi?" Peebee joked. "He's… good. He told me that he feels like he's had a big weight lifted from his shoulders. He admires you, you know. A lot," Peebee answered softly. "You've got a lifelong friend with him. Especially after trusting him like you did."

"Glad I was able to do that. Heh, remember when he first came on board? How nervous and unsure he was?" I chuckled.

"Oh yeah," Peebee giggled. "It was kinda cute almost."

"And Evfra's last words to him before he came with us was telling him to have his gun ready for when we try and kill him," I reminded.

"Haven't met him, but from everything I've heard, that sounds about right. Doubt he ever expected one of us to try and bed him," Peebee laughed. "How's Evfra now?"

"Now he's starting to warm up. Still waiting to make drinking buddies with him," I smirked. "So, what about you and Jaal? How's that been going?" I pried slightly.

"Looking for ideas huh?" Peebee teased. "We're… good. We're still doing a lot of talking. I haven't told him, but with everything going on with Kalinda... he helps. And he's given me a new perspective on some things. For once, I feel like I belong somewhere," Peebee mused.

"And who would have thought the girl with one foot already out the door from the moment she got here would start to feel like this," I teased. Peebee smirked.

"If I had known this was going to happen before signing on, it wouldn't have mattered how many Remnant discoveries you'd offer, I'd already have been looooooooong gone from Eos," she chuckled. The door opened, and Jaal stepped in.

"Ah, there you are," Jaal remarked.

"Aw, looking for little ol' me?" Peebee teased with a smirk.

"Perhaps. What are you talking about?" Jaal asked, taking a seat next to her. The scar seemed to be healing alright. A black cut along his cheek, similar to the slash on his left neck flap.

"Peebee came by to talk about Poc. No leads on the scanner, but Reyes knows someone on Kadara that his people are going to ask about Kalinda's group. Maybe find out where Poc is," I answered.

"He ask for anything in reply," Jaal grumbled.

"Not yet," I muttered. "So, how's the wound?" I questioned.

"I think the scar will be impressive," Jaal stated proudly.

"It is," Peebee had a sultry grin as she ran her thumb across it.

"One scar is badass, now two? Peebee might need to start fighting the women off of you," I joked.

"That appealing?" Jaal chuckled.

"Of course, look at all the dates Drack gets," I joked again.

"How reassuring," Jaal laughed.

"Well, maybe I should remind you just why those other women won't stack up. That way you'll help me fight them off you," Peebee whispered, though not nearly quietly enough, into Jaal's… ear? Uh, the side of his head?

His eyes widened, and he muttered a barely understandable response. Peebee giggled, and with his hand in hers, she dragged him out of my quarters.

Well then…

I grabbed a beer from my mini-fridge and began nursing it. Waiting for her. Another knock on the door. I called for whoever it was to come in. Thankfully, it was her, holding a beer.

"I was heading down the hall to use the restroom when I saw Peebee and Jaal leave your quarters and go scurrying up the ladders. And Jaal was a stuttering mess. Thought it would only be right of me to… check in," Vetra mused, walking over to the couch alongside me.

Pretty sure she was swaying her hips too. She was dressed casually. A shirt that looked like a Turian version of a tank top. Her arms and shoulders uncovered, the neck was fully exposed, but the carapace surrounding it was still covered. And she was wearing the same kind of sweatpants I've seen her wear during movie nights. Baggy enough to cover the whole leg, even with the bend, and cover the leg spike too. Her feet were bare, aside from the plastic talon guards. Suppose it makes sense, with the plates I'd assume shoes aren't necessary for Turians to keep their feet warm on metal surfaces. They certainly wear some kind of shoe while out in public, and of course boots in their armor, but I suppose this is different.

"How thoughtful of you," I smirked.

I let my feet up, resting them on the coffee table in front of the couch, and sipped my beer. Vetra sat herself down on my right side, crossing her legs over one another and resting them on the table as well. My arms were already behind the couch, so… I slid my right arm forward and around the back of her neck, resting my forearm on her right shoulder.

"Really? Going with that, huh?" Vetra stated.

She looked and raised a brow-plate at me. I shrugged.

"Fine," Vetra chuckled. She slid herself forward a bit more and leaned onto me, resting her head on my shoulder a bit. The top of her head resting against my temple. She let out a deep breath, and we both sipped our drink. "You're warm," Vetra remarked, shifting into me a bit more.

"Yeah? You do feel a bit cool. Not cold, just… not warm," I replied.

"Huh. Guess Turian body temps are a bit lower," Vetra mused. "Not to mention this… hair, right?" Vetra asked, rubbing her left hand through the hair on the back of my head.

"Yep, that's hair alright. Doesn't exactly do much to insulate though," I answered with a chuckle.

"So, it grows, and you just… cut it off? Doesn't that hurt?" Vetra questioned, starting to play with a strand.

"Heh, no, it's dead cells," I chuckled. "It grows, we trim it. And the beards, human males don't grow until puberty. Some keep themselves fully shaved, some let it get bushy. I keep it kinda shaven."

"Hm," Vetra ran her hand against my beard.

Her palm and fingers lacked plates. Her skin felt warmer than her plates. Felt fleshy, comparable to a human hand. Same kind of roughness. I wonder if the rest of the unplated skin feels the same. "Feels weird," Vetra murmured.

"I can shave it off if you want," I offered. Taking another sip of my beer.

"No, not a bad kind of weird. Besides, I like the look of it," Vetra stated. Well, good to hear she likes the look of me.

My beer was finished, and I tried to throw it to the trash can over by my desk. I missed. I was a bit… distracted with someone.

"Meh, I'll get it later," I mumbled.

"Don't want to move? Good, this feels pretty comfortable," Vetra grinned, leaning into me a bit more.

I started stroking Vetra's arm. Didn't even realize I was doing it at first. The plates on her shoulder and upper arm were smoother. Vetra took another sip of her drink and another deep breath. When it exhaled it almost sounded like she purred. And it was adorable. She had her eyes closed, and I could feel her breathing. We just sat there like that for another moment. Me, stroking her arm, her, with an arm around my shoulder and her head resting on my other shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked at me, tossing her now empty beer can in the same general direction I had. I looked back at her, grinning. She did the same, her emerald green eyes gazing into mine. I tapped my forehead against hers.

"Your eyes are… beautiful," I murmured.

"Hm," Vetra giggled. "Such a weird compliment you humans have. The eyes. Well, I suppose yours look nice too. So blue.

"So, what should I be complimenting you on?" I asked, a brow raised, and my lips creased in a smirk.

"Well, a Turian would compliment me on my fringe, or mandibles. Or my waist," Vetra answered.

"Is that so? Well, I don't really know what the fringe is, or how to describe the mandibles, but… you do have quite the nice, thin waist. Feels nice to hold onto," I answered softly. Vetra giggled.

"Why thank you. So, what should I compliment you on?"

"Well, you already got my hair and eyes. I guess next would be how I look, how I'm built, that kind of thing," I shrugged.

"You don't know how to describe my mandibles, and I don't know how to describe your face. Fleshy, I suppose," Vetra chuckled. "As for how you're built, that's something I know how to do…"

Vetra trailed off. She ran her right hand across my chest. Rubbing it softly. She ran it over my shoulder and arm. I might have been flexing as subtly as I could.

"I can feel you doing that, you know," she laughed softly. Still love that laugh. We were still gazing at each other. "Feels pretty well built to me," she whispered.

"Guess that's part of being a soldier. And running for our lives every other day," I joked.

"Practically," Vetra giggled.

Her hand came to the back of my head and pulled it towards her. With our lips together, our tongues danced. Our breathing became heavier, our hot breath coming out of our noses and against the faces of the other. Our feet were both off the coffee table now and at the base of the couch. Vetra began putting more of her weight on me. And more, and more, until her body had shifted so that it was facing me entirely. I shifted my own body, Vetra taking some weight off, our eyes still closed and our tongues still together and I was gently pushed down with my back on the couch, Vetra straddling me again. I had one arm wrapped around the small of her back, and another at her side. She had one arm exploring my chest, and another on my cheek. Her legs were pressed up against mine. She was careful with her talons, I only felt the softest of touches from them. This was clearly leaving us both hungry for more, but neither of us were bringing it to that level. I was fully willing to go at Vetra's pace, and if this is all she wants to do at this point in time, then this is all we're going to do at this point in time. Vetra giggled as she must have felt me poking her lower stomach. It must have been an unplated segment, as I could feel flesh giving way slightly rather than a hard surface. Well, she is taller, makes sense that it's not poking her waist or her… well…

Oh come on Vetra, why you gotta go and do that? I thought to myself. She pressed her body down against mine and back up slightly. Maybe it was unconscious, the movements being just slight enough that that seems possible, but still, it was a tease. Especially to that one rather sensitive part of my body right now. I gently tightened my grip on her back, and rolled us so that now I was on top, mouths still together, yet our eyes had both opened. Vetra had let out a small cry of surprise, followed by a chuckle. A playful look in her eyes as we parted for breath. Breathing hard.

"Surprised you could do that without rolling us off the couch," she teased. "And how provocative," she smirked.

I worked my hand under her head and pulled it up to mine, my way of shutting her smart-ass self up. My other hand was rubbing itself along her side, along the curve of her waist, but no further. The back of her head felt soft, aside from a small bit of plating at the top of the back of her head. But it didn't hurt to glide my hand across it. Vetra had her hands wrapped around my back, and then… oh come on… still finding a way to tease me. She wrapped her legs around me as well, giggling as she did so and both hearing and feeling my huff of annoyance. I pressed her head up against mine a bit harder. I was pretty sure I was poking her right around that area. Not like there was a lot of space between our bodies after all. We continued like that for… I don't know how long, when Vetra decided she wanted to be in control again, and tried to spin us around on the couch again. Problem is, she must have misjudged how much room we had left, and we both fell onto our sides on the floor, ending up both sprawled together and on our backs. With our heads forcefully parted by gravity, we both just began laughing. As our laughter died, our heads turned to look at each other, both of us smiling. I took a hand and gently rubbed a finger along the side of her head. She closed her eyes and leaned her head into it as it moved along, that slight purring sound again. And my hand came back to the middle of the gap between us. Her own hand

quickly finding mine.

"And we were having so much fun," I joked.

"Oh, I could tell," Vetra teased with a giggle. I blushed awkwardly. Vetra looked down a moment, then back to me. "Not yet. Sorry, just… not yet," She murmured.

"Don't apologize," I squeezed her hand, "I can wait. You just go ahead whenever you're ready," I stated softly. Vetra's mandibles flared in a smile. And she pressed her forehead against mine.

"Thanks." She turned her body onto her side and rested her head on my shoulder. Her right arm draped across my chest, and her leg around mine, her body pressed into my side. Still on the ground. She closed her eyes. I suspected we'd just lay here a small while until she was ready to change position, but then I heard something. Very quiet. I heard Vetra began snoring. I grinned, looking up at the ceiling, then back down at her. No way in hell am I waking her. Or moving out of this. I reached up and pulled a cushion off the couch. I positioned it under my head as a pillow, leaning my head against Vetra's. The lights in the cabin dimmed, and the viewport was tinted to prevent light from shining in if we exit FTL. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. It was the best, most comfortable, happiest sleep I've had in a long, long time.