The Destroyer Arastozka-Cargo Hold

Mag-Tay is currently at a weapons bench maintaining her weapons when the east side door opens and in walks the eldar Nobeard and his uncle the squat Advar Durgrimst the ships lead mechanic.

Advar Durgrimst: "Now listen laddie, I don't no how you convinced that Corvus fella to lug this here tau battle suit back to te ship form your last mission. But I did manage to fix it up a bit. First, te thruster's be totaled and I don't have te parts to repair em, but I did manage to add an ejection seat that will auto launch ye if te suit takes too much damage. Second, I replaced those tau guns with a pair of our own, they are a pair of PT-44 turrets, they be strong but heavy, so I had to reinforce te legs. Third, this suit ain't as sturdy as an atlas (he points to the large battle-mech on the other side of the room) but it be smaller and a bit more agile, still wish I could get those thruster's working though. Te good news is I was also able to add 2 AA Dirge-Hammer missiles due to te lack of room. Last, if ye be wanted something with more range I could swap out the twin PT-44's for an RX-88 rotor gun. It has the same hitting power but this suit will have to two hand it."

Advar turns and calls out Mag-Tay

"Oi las! I know you be new to this ship so if ye need anything dis here is where I be." (He points over to the corner of the hold where a make shift bed sits next to a TV an open windowed fridge filled with booze.)

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Arastozka-Command deck

Drake Fury stands at attention gazing down at his crew. Your tech specialists Sara Hurtz(Human) states that all repairs are finished and back in order. Your comms officer Tella Irvus(Salarian) informs you that the council wishes to speak with you personally about you next assignment and also, there is a pizza delivery boy outside the dock hatch, apparently Mr. Dallas made an order.

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Arastozka-Corvus' Room

You are sitting on your couch drinking from The Intoxicator and watching reruns of Adventure Time on Netflix when you suddenly sense that your pizza has arrived.
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"Finn, we can't kill them they're babies dude!"

"No, Jake, suffer not the ork to live, they must be purged, this is the way of a real hero bro!"

As Corvus took another swig of sweet sweet battery acid, one of the many highly useful and practical wards he placed around the ship went off, there was pizza here, delicious and hot. But the door was way over there, and that was a damned far walk. Utilizing the sum totality of his psionic might Corvus felt out for minds near the main airlock, and finding a few. A psionic shout with the sound amplified heavily was the quickest way.

"WHOSEVER BRINGS FORTH MY DELICIOUS PIZZA, SHALL RECEIVE THE GREATEST TREASURE OF ALL! BRING THE PIZZA UNTO THE CHAMBERS OF DALLAUS, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL WITH HASTE!"

With that small matter settled, Corvus returned to his sorcerous "research", knowing full well that his actions could rip a hole in space and time, and that was acceptable.

"Good work, Hurtz. We need to start warming up." He started heading for communications. "Get the comms ready, Irvus. I'm going to reply. And make sure the delivery boy goes through the usual scans, both when he arrives and when he leaves. We don't want him coming or going with anything unregistered that could get traced back to us."

Fury was feeling rather calm, almost relaxed. So far, nothing unusual - "WHOSEVER BRINGS FORTH MY DELICIOUS PIZZA, SHALL RECEIVE THE GREATEST TREASURE OF ALL! BRING THE PIZZA UNTO THE CHAMBERS OF DALLAUS, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL WITH HASTE!"

...nothing unusual was happening. Other than this Council business.

"Thank ye uncle Advar. we'll adjust th' load when we git th' next mission.We-"

"WHOSEVER BRINGS FORTH MY DELICIOUS PIZZA, SHALL RECEIVE THE GREATEST TREASURE OF ALL! BRING THE PIZZA UNTO THE CHAMBERS OF DALLAUS, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL WITH HASTE!"

"... We are going to end up in the warp because of him one of these days."

As Drake makes his way to the comm room he passes the main hatch. The routine scan ends and the hatch open revealing a Krogan in a bright uniform.

"Drop Pod Delivery. Be it your house, your job, or the battlefield, we will get it to you hot or we will die trying. (He looks at you for a second) Uh, the guy on the intercom said to bring it to his chambers so where do I go or are you the one paying?"

Drake growled. "Corvus had better pay for his own damn pizza."

"Just follow the signs to the secondary cargo bay, and for God's sake don't actually go into his room. Stay at the door, no matter what bullshit he might tell you to encourage you to do otherwise." Fury got an evil grin, and he looked to the krogan. "Also, tell him if he doesn't pay you properly, Fury is taking it out of his vacation funds."

He had a meeting to attend, and he hoped this would be the end of any further distractions. Whatever the hell the Council wanted, it usually meant they wanted something that required his unique...touch.

A few minutes later there is a knock on Corvus' door.

"Drop Pod Delivery! Got yer pizza here!"

"Finn, dude, I mean, you can't just blow up lumpy space."

"I can Jake, if the taint of chaos has taken it. Any people there could be be lumping tainted bro."

Damned warpphobic cartoons, they act is if nothing good came from the warp, like, err.., well there are definitely things. Then a knock and unfamiliar voice declaring pizza had arrived.

"PIZZA TIME! PIZZA TIME!"

Corvus leapt from his couch, armored boots clanging on the steel floor of his chambers as he reached the standard door, slapping the button while looking down. After staring at a Krogan chest for a moment before looking up.

"I wasn't aware Fury had a scalie on board. I will take that tasty pineapple, mushroom, and anchovy pizza, and you will take the greatest treasure of all, my friendship."

Corvus grabs the pizza with his right hand and wraps his left arm around the Krogan, while gesturing with his right hand.

"Yes indeed, a great treasure, you get preferential treatment on being left behind for a heroic sacrifice, you may have 1 drink per week from the intoxicator, and one truly beautiful weapon from my vast armory, as long as it's not one of the ones I like!"

The Krogan give a look of annoyance and then sighs.

"Listen buddy," He looks up to you. "Huh, that's a first. Anyway, that Fury guy said you had to pay me properly or he'll be taking it out of your vacation pay. So if you don't have it i'll just charge the bill to the ship."

Corvus took a moment, his brain running over what happens. If there is no vacation funds, then that means no extra ultracoke, and no extra ultracoke, that means I only have like 80 kilos, that'll only last a week. No bueno.

"Alright, since he's being stingy, and it's clear you don't like that amazing payment, I'll give you monies."

Corvus removes his arm from the Krogan and begins patting where his pockets would be if he wore pants, but you know, power armor has no pockets.

"Ahh, it would appear I left my wallet in my other greaves. Why don't you step inside and pour a drink while I fetch it. Any bottle except the green one, I mean you can, but you won't like it."

Mag-Tay had finally finished her equipment maintenance, when Corvus' broadcast had gone out, rattling her brain a bit just from the volume. "You'd think I'd be used to that shit by now..." As she said this to no one in particular, she lightly held her head with her top most arms and supported herself on the workbench with the lower set. She then started out the air lock stoping only to tell a crew member that she was going for a quick jog around the Citadel Presidium Ring, admirably so she could pretend she was not in space for a little bit. Even as she walked out the air lock she focused all four of her eyes on the ground until she made it somewhere she couldn't see outside.

The Presidium

As Mag-Tay takes a stroll her path brings her across a large gathering. In the middle of the gathering, standing on a podium, an irate turian preaches to a crowd.

"Loyalists of the Citadel, the enemy is at our door! Our beautiful citadel has been corrupted! The foul agents of the Hegemony and Tau hide among us! The spread lies and brainwash our young! Their armies are at our borders! Even now they try to influence our leaders to join them!

He looks directly at you and points

"Behold one of those fallen four arm freaks stands before us! What say you freak! Are you here to take our food! Our People!

The crowd turns to star at you, some confused, many hostile, all expecting some reproach from you.

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The Destroyer Arastozka-Cargo Hold

Advar Durgrimst: "Ay Lad, I agree with ye about Corvus, I have an idea, can you by chance make some rune seals around te ship that can contain that fool's outburst, at least so that it can't be heard outside te ship?"

OOC: It is in your power to do this.

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The Destroyer Arastozka- Corvus Room, 1 hour ago

The Krogan briefly looks in you room and notices the many bottle of Ryncol

"You know what, I've had a very bad day so i'll take you up on your offer."

And thus the Krogan enter your room and the door slowly closes behind him.

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The Destroyer Arastozka- Comms Room

The meeting took an hour, it was apparently a combined meeting featuring four other specters, and obviously the council got to you last.

Asari Councilor, Deuclea T'lotora: Commander Fury, congratulations on the last mission, we apologize for this but we have a high priority mission for you.

Krogan Councilor, Urdnot Bakara: Let's just get the point. You are to head to planet Shepard. It is currently being invaded by orks. Based on experience you are the only Specter that has confronted them before. That why we chose you for the job.

Salarian Councilor, Nosan Jiheo: Your mission is to recover a volus scientist Bofnan Can who is trapped behind enemy lines. Reports claim he still lives. Urdnot Wrex will brief you more when you arrive. Any Questions?

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The Destroyer Arastozka- Corvus Room, NOW

The Krogan, Weyrloc Marv: "Dude!.....You....are likeee thee bestust ever! This id some strong booowze.......and I don't even know what dis white powder stuff iz. But itz awesome! You know what.......Ill take thats offer of friudship! And from nowsh on, if yoooou want a pizzzaa, just let ol Weyrloc Marv know, and iz get it to you. Itz just a shame that I can't just teloport the pizzaz to you cause thazzz would be awesome too. "

It was what Marv said that made you look to the corner of your room were all your junk lies. Among the junk is a large car sized ornate box that you manage to sneak on the ship. It is a small covenant warp engine that you stole and originally planed to hook to the Arastozka but then realized that you have no clue how to do that.
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"'at is a guid idea uncle. Lit me draw up a sit ay runes 'at woods wark. Let's see..."


Translataion: That is a good idea Uncle. Let me draw up a set of runes that would work. Let's See...

Nobeard begins to focus on his work to the exclusion of everything else. He draws a set of runes that will prevent the loud psychic broadcast from reaching outside the ship.

Then He works on a ward to calm the Warp down around the ship.

"Yes, it would be good if you could teleport..."

Corvus looked at the junk pile in the corner, where all the trophies that weren't particularly cool to have on display were. Amongst the various weapons of people slain in melee combat, lay the box. Now the box was something the lizard jerks of the covenant said he couldn't have with their plasma rifles, which meant of course now he had to have it. After figuring out it was a warp drive, the realization of not being able to hook it up without the dwarf's help or approval relegated it to the pile. He walked over to it, by the sorceror trophy case, where a golden skull with jeweled eyes sat.

"C'mon Corvus, give me as a tip. I'll go on the Citadel, and then they'll have to bring you on, eventually."

"Not now skull, brilliance has struck me. I will revolutionize the delivery industry, and that would be something legends would have spoke of, and they didn't, which means I'll beat fate! Everything's coming up Corvus today!"

With a quick throw of choppas and chainswords Corvus grabbed the box and dragged it to the center of the room.

"Well, Weyrloc m'boy, today is your lucky day. This box is a cove... a Corvus drive, a powerful engine that uses many sciences to fold space or something, creating an effect not unlike teleportation. We just need to get it on your ship, and get it installed, and boom, pizza anywhere, any time. Also, we need to do it without anyone seeing it, especially the cyborg or anyone that considers themselves a dwarf."

Corvus went back to the junk pile, pulling out a tapestry depicting the great conquest... you know what, you don't even care what it depicts, all you need to know is in many eyes, it is very priceless, and not a moving blanket, but in Corvus's eyes, it is most definitely a moving blanket. Deftly throwing it over the box it's disguise was ready.

"Grab that side, and then we sneak it out to your ship, and then we make standard delivery obsolete!"

The Destroyer Arastozka- Comms Room

Fury thought a moment about what was being asked of him. "Do we have a dossier on the situation that you will be sending? Anything before I hit planetfall can help my crew out a lot."

Of course he was going, and he figured Wrex would have the rest, but anything extra would be nice. Also, 'Wrex of Clan Urdnot himself? Surprised he's not sending a middleman.'

Mag-Tay jogs momentarily in place and stops to remove a pair of blaring headphones from her ears. "I'm so sorry, I didn't understand a word you just said. Could you repeat that?" She knew hostility when she saw it even if she couldn't hear it, and was ready to dodge any physical retaliation that this apparently pissed off turian might try and deliver. She couldn't help but wonder if he just wasn't processing the pair of survivors floating just a little ways behind her. For now she'd keep them from firing on him.

Citadel: The Presidium

The turian rages.

"You hear that! It demands me to repeat myself! It thinks that I am some lowly servant that it can command! It thinks that we are inferior!"

The turian jumps off the podium and walks up to you. He is followed by one other turian and two humans. The other turian grabs a large branch off the ground while the two humans reach for something under their coats.

"You have insulted me and these fine people of the citadel! I demand you get on your knees and apologize!"

OOC: Your servitors have a taser setting but its point blank only. Also note these guys are mooks so if you choose violence I give you full permission TO DEAL WITH THEM AS YOU WISH. As for the SOMETHINGS under the humans' coats you can decide what those are.

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The Destroyer Arastozka- Comms Room

Salarian Councilor, Nosan Jiheo: "We have sent a dossier to your ship when the meeting started all information is available there. Good luck, commander Fury."

The meeting ends and you walk out to the main hall. A turian salutes you caring a tablet. Sargent Caslius Sabelus.

"Sir I have the dossier right here. We're to head to Shepard, land at space port Normandy, and then meet with UCSC Supreme Commander Urdnot Wrex or at least one of his men. I'll say though that place was hit pretty hard by the Orks, they control about a third of the surface."

He hands you the dossier

"I would also like to report we have just finished training the new rooks for the ground team, we've actually exceeded or squad numbers expectation and have a compliment of 20 able men and women ready for duty. We also gained a new engineer. Quarian, female, by the name of Jeeho'Raezh vas Lozzor. She'll be working under Durgrimst. However, she is also a trained pilot for both ground and air vehicles. She'll definitely be useful."

As you two proceed down the hall you come across Advar and Nobeard. Nobeard looks like he is in the process of using his powers to mark runes in the wall.

Advar:"Yup lad, this be the best spot if we be putting four runes around te ship at equal spacing. After this we just have to put one near the forward cannons and will be set."

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The Destroyer Arastozka- Corvus' Room

Even though the warp engine ways 3 tons, you and Marv are capable of lifting it. You have a few options, you can either carry it out the forward airlock or you can carry it to the main cargo hold and get it off the ship via the vehicle ramp. Either way, you realize that someone is going to notice you two caring a large 10x8x4 foot object. Of course you could also try teleport......ting, forget I said that!
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"Good work, Caslius." Fury allowed a half smile to cross his face. He took a mental note that the turian had clearly read the classified information himself, but resolved to make nothing else of it other than a report for his Captain's Log later.

"Twenty untested soldiers and a rookie hotshot is more than enough." Fury thought about his odds, not liking them but not letting that show. "Everyone will have plenty of targets to kill, so that's good news. They won't be rookies when we bring them back."

He noted the eccentric Eldar putting his runes on the walls. Fury hated 'sorcery': biotics were trustworthy and reliable; you knew exactly what you were getting when you asked for them. 'Sorcery' on the other hand, operated like something out of a storybook, and would succeed or fail for reasons that could not be traced in advance.

Still, so far he had been informed that it was helping by biotic sources, and he was willing to go with it, even tolerating that drunken peacock Corvus...

"Caslius, who has disembarked from the ship in the time I was in the meeting?" He had that sinking feeling in his gut again, probably stress-induced indigestion just from thinking about Corvus again.

Mag-tay's stance as the turian throws his dramatic fit consist of four crossed arms, one of which raises for counting along her following points. "One If no one follows my request or as you view them orders, it is because no on is required to. Two yelling nonsense at the top of your lungs dose not make you superior or right. Three only a coward would attack, let alone gang up on someone they think is defenseless. Four kindly go fuck yourself, as no self respecting turian would do what you are asking and nor shall I. Five." She directs her servitors in front of her, in plain view for them to see sparks flying with tasers fully charged. "Try it at your own risk." She then proceeds to jog away with her servitor interposed between her and the four. She is however moving towards a building so she can run up the side and into some semblance of cover for her counter attack.

Now, an unwise sorcerer would merely rip open a hole in reality push the warp drive through, and call it a day, much in the same way he had put it on the ship. Of course that would raise some problems, mostly because it would also be very noticeable outside of a firefight, and he cared that both sides survived the outcome, as opposed to just one side. Since opening the door in his own cargo hold would likely mess up his stuff, that was right out, and the vehicle bay meant both the elf and the dwarf would be guaranteed to notice, and ask why I ahven't put it on the ship. No, the only choice is the front airlock, and doing our best to hide it from Fury.

"Alright, we take this back to your ship, the way you came in. If anyone asks, this is a cask of the finest ryncol 20 credits can buy. Now away!"

And off they ran, pushing through the ship and ignoring minor crewmen, as they are clearly not important enough to have names or shirts that don't mark them for a terrible death.

Nobeard Finishes putting up the last rune for this part of the Ward.
He notes Commander Fury as he passes. He expected Fury to ask him what he was doing to his ship. But Fury just passes Nobeard by. Nobeard Shrugs.

"That is dain. Let's move oan tae th' a body near th' forward cannons."

Nobeard walk to the Forward Cannons with his Uncle

Translation:That is done. Let's move on to the one near the forward cannons.

Citadel: The Presidium

The turian glares at you as you leave. His crew thinks about attacking but after coming face to face with your servitors they decide against it. As you reach the building you hear him once again screaming.

"Look! The coward flees! Like all the Hegemony! They do not fight you face to face but prefer to stab you in the back!"

You look back noticing that now most of the gathering is now leaving and you spot a group of C-Sec offices breaking up the demonstration. No one is following you. Since no confrontation seems apparent you continue your job. A little while later you get a call from the Arastozka asking you to report back for they will be leaving dock soon.

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The Destroyer Arastozka

Caslius Sabelus to Fury: Sir the only person reported to leave the ship was Mag-Tay who said she was going for a jog. We just hailed her to report back in preparation for departure.

Nobeard was just finishing the rune when out of the corner of his eye he noticed something rather large flash by at the end of the corridor T-section opposite of the direction Fury was walking. You didn't catch what it actually was since you were concentrated on the runes but you can tell it was going in the direction of the main air lock.

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The Destroyer Arastozka- Air lock

Corvus and Marv reach the airlock when the speaker comes on.

"This is helmsmen Sergei Mikhailov, I am sorry mister Corvus but you have not gained permission to exit the ship......and what are you carrying?"

"Whit th' bludy heel was 'at?"

Translation:What The Bloody Hell was that?

NoBeard rushs to the T intersection to try to see what it was.

"Recall Mag, if that hasn't already been done." Upon hearing McRageface, he rolled his eyes irritably. "One moment."

Fury opened the airlock, to the sight of Corvus and Marv holding the engine between them. Fury parsed his lips, and silently activated a feature he would use when he needed to be "diplomatic":

He let his eyes glow bright red, and glared at Marv. "Get off my ship, krogan."