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Cha 4

Vomiel awoke with a start not realizing she feel asleep earlier and sat up quickly, which she emidatly regretted. She her helmet hit the bed above her and her forehead hit the glass of her visor causing her to groan slightly. "oww" Once she got her bearings she realized that she was in the bedroom somehow, though on further examination she should have realized that when she hit her head. At any rate she slipped out of bed and decided to take care of any bathroom duties such as a shower for example. She walked out of the room and headed for the bathroom, but ended up walking into Klax. Putting a hand on her now hurting stomach "nnn is it going to be a norm that I hurt myself on this ship?" she mumbles to herself. Klax turned around to say something but Vomiel already walked around him, well until he grabbed her shoulder. She tried to shake him off while whining slightly.

Giving a deep sigh Klax turns Vomiel to face him, keeping her steady. "Vomiel, you're bleeding."

"what?" Looking down she notices bandaging on her stomach and a small red spot. Her suit was still on thankfully but the fact that she was hit shocked her. "H-How I didn't feel anything..."

"It seems that a part of the other ships airlock flaked off from the ricochet of the shotgun blast that your shields redirected. It hit your adrenal gland above your left kidney or your equivalent at least, sending your body into a minor shock luckily the cybernetics you have kept it from being far worse." Klax patted her back in comfort. "I don't know if you will still receive adrenaline or not. I know little about Quarian anatomy."

"Mhmm... okay." She blanks out and thinks for a few moments. She speaks up and with a little of her old drive back. "I wish you didn't have to find out about my cybernetics that way, they are kind of experimental. In any case though I need a shower for more reasons then one, so could I go do that?" Klax nods and lets her go. "Thank you, after I get out we need to have a little talk." She sonters to the bathroom. "You pirate!"

Liera was sitting at the table drinking a very strong Turian beer. "Oh you better watch out Klax looks like our little hatchling still still has some fire left hehe."

Klax growls at the now drunk Liera. Wes wisely gives the two a wide berth. "Leira you know damn well I never ment for things to fall apart like that. She's not built for fighting, not even mentally."

"You got that right you big lug, I'm surprised you didn't try and take a peek in her helmet." She states right after she chugs the last of her drink. "Why did you even bring her aboard?" she sneers.

Klax slams his fist on the table "I brought her aboard to give her a chance you drunkard! Just like I gave Wes a chance, hell even you!" He takes a bottle that Liera was about to open away from her. "I will have no slandering from anyone here Liera, you least of all."

"Klax!" She tries and fails to get her bottle. "You said we were going to leave that buried!"

"And we will if you get your scrawny ass back in gear. Vomiel adjusted and adapted what she needed for herself here without any help and then proceeded to fix and tune up our engine and generator with basically nothing! She has done nothing but help in the short time she got here, so I will not tolerate your petty jealousy and frustration at her!" He throws the bottle in the sink, breaking it and spilling the contents all over the surrounding area.

Liera growls and gets up and hits Klax in the face.

Vomiel finishes drying her self and her suit which she washed along with herself considering it was bloody, and puts said suit back on. She bandaged her stomach back up and left the bathroom with a content sigh. However things were not so peaceful outside for to her left she found Liera and Klax beating the stuffing out of each other. Grumbling slight profanities under her breath Vomiel stalks over to the drunkard and the captain and stands beside them both as they continue to smack each other around.

Clearing her throat in as cute a manner as she could muster she waits for their attention, which they give after another couple of blows. Vomiel looks at Klax then Liera respectfully before yelling at the top of her lungs, "STOP IT YOU BOSH'TETS!" She remains standing there breathing slowly as her small frame shakes and her helmet exaggerates her now heavier breathing. That was until her helmet microphone shorts and sparks making Vomiel squeak and run off to their shared room in order to fix it in private.

The two brawlers stare dumbfounded from Vomiel during that whole time and now stare at each other before lowering their fists and sitting back at the table. Klax speaks up first, "Well... that was something."

"Heh, agreed. Remind me to buy her a drink some time. I would love to see how she is drunk." The two burst into laughter former hostility forgotten as the two are now sober from their respective drugs (alcohol and testosterone).

Mean while the now slightly infamous Quarian was on her bed with the lights off except the small flashlight she was using to work on her helmet. The always curious and sometimes sneaky Wes was sitting peaking in through the slightly ajar door. All he could see of Vomiel that wasn't covered by her hood and suit was a few strands of black hair and a very pale blue cheek. He only caught a glimpse before she turned her head further away from the door and put her helmet on once again. Wes now noticing that he was about to be caught turned to walk off, and walk he did, right into Klax who was wearing his signature grin. Wes gulped as Klax grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to face the now opening door and planted him there by keeping his hands on his shoulders. Vomiel stepped out and noticed the two males standing there awkwardly and tilts her head to the side. "What's up?"

"Well.." Klax began. "I found our mechanic trying to take a peak under the hood of our latest crew member."

Though neither of them could see it both could feel Vomiel glare daggers at Wes as her posture subtly changed and her hands came from behind her back to fold loosely in front of her stomach. And her head straightened of course. Wes was starting to sweat, furiously wondering what on earth she would do given her outburst not five minutes ago. As if to answer his question Vomiel pulled her left arm back and punched Wes in the stomach, though just enough to get the message through. "There is a reason why our helmets are tinted Wes." Vomiel stated with a little too much harshness then what was needed especially since she hit him. "It's considered a very intimate thing just to exchange atmosphere conditions between suits, so you can imagine what taking off the suit is like." She left the two confused males to exchange glances and she walked off to some part of the engineering deck.

Once finally secluded in her little hidey hole she begins work on her things she's collected. The geth head lamp illuminating her area. Vomiel was currently working on her smoke machine trying to make it portable among other things. After about 30 minutes of tinkering however she gets fed up or bored and begins to clean up, turning off lights, putting things away, and all that jazz before leaving. She came back a few seconds later and grabbed the stuffed dragon she bought earlier. It's primary scales are a dark grey with purple underneath the wings and on the belly, its eyes were a blazing amber. She hugged him to her chest, arms coiled around him protectively. Vomiel saunters into the kitchen\hang out area still carrying the dragon and on a mission no less. The former brawlers Klax and Liera were still at the table for whatever reason and Wes was... well she didn't care at that point in time.

Vomiel sits with the two and sets down her dragon in front of her. "Klax I want to know the truth. Are we pirates?" Klax lowers his head and thinks carefully, until Vomiel interrupt his thoughts at least. "I will tell you about my cybernetics if you tell me what all I-we'll be doing."

Klax grumbles uncomfortably as he finally speaks up. "Vomiel we are... well more like privateers for council and some non-council races. We take on merc groups, other pirates, certain acquisition you name it. So yes we are pirates but we take care of the stuff that no one wants linked to them, Or just whatever we want sometimes."

Liera takes over from here though with a solom grief that was not fitting to her usual cool balanced persona. "That was at least till a couple of jobs ago we lost two of our crew. One was a Salarian, he was a kind soul always looking out for everyone and keeping the group up running. The other was my mate... literally." She lowered her head and leaned back as if disturbed by the thought.

Vomiel is slightly taken back by the news her head tilted down in respect before she begins. "Well... my tale isn't that tragic it's just that my cybernetics are experimental, developed from Geth tech and it allows me to heal and fight off sickness better than most species. Well supposedly at least." She pets her little dragon before continuing, "And I guess it's been working considering how often I've exposed my self in here, heh." Vomiel looks back up and sees slightly confused faces staring at her. Tilting her head to the side slightly she responds to their curiosity. "It's nanites." Klax and Liera both nod as Vomiel stands up "it's dinner time right?" They nod again. "Okay I'll make us something."

Liera intercepted her and made her sit down telling her she'll make dinner. Well she didn't make dinner as much as she made rubber for spaghetti and burnt toast for garlic bread. Vomiel made her sit and vow not to cook again, and she did at least till the next time.