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Kyon stretched as he laid the empty nutrient paste packet on the table, he wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere, but there was that mysterious new passenger of the Normandy. Deciding that learning about the new crew member, he stood up and threw his trash in what he guessed was a futuristic trash compactor. He turned around and looked at Ashley, a smile coming across his face.
"I'm going to go find that guy with a trench coat." Kyon rolled his shoulder and started walking, "See you later," he added as he passed Ashley, waving slightly as he walked towards the elevator. He decided the best place to look would be the bridge since he had been in the cargo-bay before eating the nutrient paste.
Ashley waved back, and thought about Kyon's personality. It was as if he didn't know was at stake, which considering how fast he came out of getting shot might be very possible. She shook her head, and smiled, "It's cute in a way..."
"What's cute?" Tali asked as she walked into Ashley's vision, the marine to glared slightly at her then looked away before Tali could notice it.
Ashley blushed a little, realizing that she was talking to herself for a moment. She shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in her seat, "How carefree Kyon acts."
"I see," Tali said as she sat down and noticed the red flush on Ashley's cheeks, "Are you alright?
"I'm fine," Ashley replied, her voice filled with a cold resent for Tali, "Why are you up here anyway?" She asked, crossing her arms, "Shouldn't you be down there in the engine room?"
Tali shoots Ashley a glare from under her helmet, nearly invisible if it wasn't for her glowing eyes, "I needed to eat to, they won't let me back in until I've at least had a tube of nutrient paste," she answered as she pulled a paste tube from a pouch on her suit.
Ashley nearly laughed at the fact that Tali got kicked out of the engine room, "I'm surprised your suit doesn't come with an automatic feeder."
Tali thought about the comment for a few seconds before realizing the stereotyping of her suit, "Contrary to popular belief, our suits don't have automatic feeders... though it would help us when we get assigned extended shifts."
Ashley stood up and threw her depleted tube in the trash, "I am going to do things elsewhere." She started walking away, feeling the Quarian's glare as she walked out of sight, though she didn't especially care that the alien didn't like her, she didn't like aliens.
Tali watched her leave, "Good...you bosh'tet," she said, not caring if Ashley heard, then realized that they would be around each other for a while and regretted her attitude towards her. She shook her head and thought about how to apologize and try to get on professional terms with the marine.
Kyon was standing on the bridge of the Normandy, and watched a man walk out of the and sees the man with the trench coat exit the briefing room, "Hey!" he shouts as the man turns towards him,
"Who are you?" Michael asked, his eyes literally scanning the man. There was a rectangular device on the inside of his jacket, and from the breaks in his arms and legs he was an active person but that stopped around the same time that the amount of burn marks started appearing on his hands and arms, most likely from sparks, which meant that he welded metal frequently. All he needed was Kyon's name to begin a search for information
"Kyon Salgrins," he answered, holding his hand out to shake, "may I ask your name?"
"I will be known as Ares on this vessel," he answered taking the hand out of politeness. A notification popped up on his visor, telling him that there was no information on Kyon except for his name. The information that Michael's eyes had gathered on Kyon was sent to Aria's servers to allow processing. It was obvious that the man knew his way around machinery from the burns under his sleeves.
"No last name?" Kyon asked, tilting his head as he asked the question.
Michael was surprised that he asked for a last name, which either meant he was an FNG or that he wasn't Alliance personnel, "Could you tell me your rank?"
"I'm a volunteer to hunt down Saren," Kyon says.
Michael's eyebrows widened as he crossed his arms, "Well, nice to have an extra hand. If you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend to."
Kyon watched as he walked away, and shrugged his shoulders, "Nice to see someone appreciates me being here," he smiled and turned to see Shepard standing behind him.
Athena crossed her arms and tilted her head, "Would you like to elaborate on your context?" The tone in her voice revealed that she wasn't used to dealing with others outside of military rank, meaning she was not a very good people person.
"You know, nice to know that volunteering is still appreciated in this day and age. How did he get signed on?"
"That is on a need to know basis only, and you don't need to know." Shepard uncrossed her arms and rolled her neck, "Go fix my gun problem," she ordered, "you have one day, or I'll through you out the airlock myself, I want those guns in perfect working make sure they are clean," She turns on her heel, and begins walking away.
"How do you clean a gun?" he asked silently, he turned around and started walking back down the stairs. He called for the elevator and wondered how long it would take for him to finish putting the guns together and clean them with whatever futuristic gun cleaning kit they used these days.
Shepard stood behind the two pilots and watched as the stars passed as streaks of light, "How are things running?"
There was a second of silence before Grant turned around, "We are supposed to run to Therum?" Grant asks as he looked up, "I don't think Joker would get very far, I glued his ass to the seat."
"Sure you did," Joker responded without looking away from the controls.
"Oh yeah? Try standing up."
Joker's eyes widened and he nearly jumped out of his seat, "You tricked me!?" he sat back down and brooded, nearly forgetting that Athena was standing behind them.
She looked at the two pilots, "This isn't the time for jokes, or are you both idiots?"
"I'm hurt," Joker answered, looking back, "why would you think my wit is idiotic, thinking Grant's is I can understand," he smirks.
Grant shook his head and went back to work, "How is that understandable?"
"Well, you know," Joker says, "because you are super blond," .
"A blond joke?" Grant asks, "I'll get you back for that later, maybe break a few bones."
Shepard looks at Grant, "That might be fun to watch," she thought aloud, forgetting the reason that she was in the cockpit in the first place, "I almost forgot, status report."
Grant looks at the console, "Um, we are running silent, and on schedule. We will need to stop in a few hours to vent the heat before we start the final run to Therum," he reported to Shepard.
"Good," she says.
"So I heard we got some new crew-members," Grant said, remembering the sound of a familiar voice he thought he wouldn't hear in his lifetime. Michael had been a good friend, encouraged him to go to the air-force back when they were in the twenty-first century. He had only seen a glimpse of the man, but hoped that it was him, after all it had been seventeen years.
"Yeah, we picked up a spec-ops who assigned himself to the Normandy, and a civilian who has a knack for building things, though you probably heard of him," she shrugged her shoulders trying to hide her annoyance, "I heard you and Joker laughing about him and Kaiden."
Grant laughs a little, "So funny, just the large lump on the back of his head..." he trails off in silent laughter.
"It wasn't that funny," Joker responded, "now his face when we bring it up is funny, then when he told us what Kyon told us about his hair," Joker let out single laugh and shook his head, "that was funny."
Shepard shakes her head, "Well, if there isn't anything else, I'll leave you idiots to yourselves," she turned around and walked back to the galaxy map.