1x1 with Benathorn

[R0be0]

Styles couldn't help but wonder what was underneath Omega, she had never ventured down there herself, and knew that it was likely to be even worse than topside. But the mercs would be after them soon enough, and she would rather risk herself following this turian down underneath the station's ground, than staying up and having to fight for her dear life. Even if she had to admit that the turian's remark had been true, she enjoy fighting, especially when it proved whether or not you had the skill to fight. She always wanted to improve her fighting abilites, and she knew that fighting people against the odds was a good and quick way to enhance your skills. Though this did not make her a fool, and she knew better than to stay around. So seconds after the turian scaled down the ladder leading to the depths, she followed, along with Jarrid. In which the ladder slightly creeked under the weight of the Krogan. Jarrid was large and bulky, even by Krogan standards. He always wore a heavy armor suit, which Stules knew she wouldn't be able to handle. She was not good with heavy things, and she only wore light armor, that kept her protected, but at the same time let her able to move freely and keep her agility in check. As much as she loved fighting, she knew that she was far from the physically strongest member of most teams. But she was light, and quick, able to give her any advantage against slow and clumsy enemies.

As they started to make their way down through the maze which was the underground of Omega the Turian introduced himself as Felix. Styles didn't really care what his name was, but even she had enough manners to tell him her own name is response. "I am Styles," she admitted, weary of giving him anymore information than he needed to know. "This brute here is Jarrid." That earned her a snort from the Krogan, but she didn't care. As Felix continued on, saying that it would be a fair walk to get back, she rolled her eyes briefly. She was beginning to get annoyed with all of this, but she knew that she would do what was needed to make sure that she got back home safe. "Oh okay, do you want to hold our hands too, make sure that we don't wander?" There was sarcasm in her voice (like always.) Even though her common sense told her not to irritate Felix in any way possible, she couldn't help it. There must have been something in her genes that made her naturally sarcastic, and unable to stop being so, unless she wasn't taking at all. It was just the way that she was, and others would have to deal with that.

The Prothean didn't speak anymore, until Felix brought up about Cerberus. She knew that they had been the people that had atempted to 'buy' her. She still didn't know what they had wanted with her, but she really didn't want to find out. She heard what had been said about that group, while evesdropping on random civilizans that came into Afterlife. They were a group of humans that in a simple way of saying it, thought that humans deserved more. They were considered to be terrorists, and dangerous to aliens, and she knew that, that included her. She didn't want to be captive by people who probably wanted her for some cynical plan to make the humans stronger. Since she had been awakened she had seen nothing but the bad side of humanity, and thought of them to be nothing more than a threat to aliens everywhere. She figured that not all of them had to be like Cerberus, that some of them wanted peace with all the aliens, and were fine with what they were given now. But she wasn't going to go out of what her instincts told her, and trust humans. She was grateful that she was not relying on a human for help, because she wasn't sure if she would even be able to get the minor trust needed to guide them out of here. "Considering that they tried to buy me from some mercs, I think that it's only logical that I hate them as well. The bunch of vermin they are," her voice was soured with pure hatred. She was glad that the Turian hated them as well, or at least said he did. It made her slightly more relaxed.

Styles came to a hault when the alarms came on, and Felix held up a hand to tell them to stop. As he fiddled around with his omni-tool, she watched as he accessed the terminal inside. There were a couple of Cerberus agents, and a human. She made a tight fist in her to make her stop from charging on through, and attacking them, three on one. That would be idiotic though, and instead she held her place. Listening in on their conversation her chest tightened when she heard that they were indeed looking for her, she figured that 'Mr. Talibus' was Felix, and that they were looking for him as well. So they were after her and Felix, the nerve. She had figured that something like this might happen, that Cerberus wouldn't quite be finished with her, they were looking for her. Styles had her answer of why they were looking for her though, they wanted to learn more about the Reapers. As much as she wanted to make sure that the Reapers stayed away from all these new races here now, she wasn't about to sumit herself to Cerberus' services though. They would probably kill her after all the information was extracted from her. Dammit! I've got to make sure that they don't find me. I've got to get out of here.. I've got to go.. Well.. I've got to go somewhere! I'm not just going to wait around like a target and be taken by them! The only way that they'll ever capture me is when I'm dead. Which ain't gonna happen for awhile.

She was a bit zoned out when Felix was talking about getting them off of Omega altogether. It was one thing to trust someone with getting to out of mercenary territory, it was another thing to entrust them to follow through with a plan that he would likely develop. For all she knew he could be working with Cerberus, and this was all a well put on show. Something in her gut told her that this wasn't the case though, that the Turian was being hunted down like she was, that if they didn't find someway to get their sorry little asses off Omega that they would come to regret it. "We live in a small base down at the East side of the Living quaters." She told him, regretting it as she did, but wanting to try and trust him to get them back to their home. "But tell me something Mr. Talibus," she sneered as she spoke in the same tone that the human had when she said his name. "What should make us trust you to follow through? I don't even know you, and yes as much as I thank your help when you came what makes you think that I'll trust you to help get be off of Omega?" It was a valid question, and she waited with a narrowed response for his answer.

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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Felix simply clicked his mandibles as he carefully listened to what the Prothean, Styles, had to say. She informed him of where she and Jarrid presided and the Turian took a moment to think of the best route there in his mental map of the area. While in thought of planning out their route he was pulled out of his subconscious by a question Styles presented him with. He did not, however, appriciate his last name being used. It brought back too many memories and he had to clench his mandibles to push back the pain that came along with it. "Just Felix...please." His tone was somewhat pleading, he could not stand to hear his clan name right now and knew that Styles would not understand where his displeasure came from. Instead he looked sharply to her as she questioned why she should bother trusting him. It was true though, she had no right to and he honestly did not expect her to accept any help he had to offer, but it was a side of him he had never been able to get rid of, Felix would eventually help those who were in need...just like those parents and the Salarian, refusing money to simply take down the bad guy. "I would not expect you to trust me Styles nor would I ask you to...I'm simply offering you help because I know how it is to be completely alone in the galaxy with no one left of your race to turn to. Sometimes accepting aid from a complete stranger can lead you to greater things...or being dumped in a back alley with a knife in your back. You know honestly it could go either way." And here he was being so sincere in the beginning, he just had to add a dark joke to it.

He finally was able to pick a fast and easy route to the east side where the living quarters were located and wasted little time in waiting. Turning sharply, he made a fast pace down the many twisting turns and maze-like system before reaching their destination. Looking back to make sure Jarrid and Styles were still tagging along, Felix quickly made his way up another ladder that led right behind the east side living quarters. "Here we are." He pronounced to the two as he brushed off his coat and did a quick check of their surroundings to make sure no Cerberus agents were about. It seemed they had not located where the Prothean was living so that gave them a bit of time for now. "We won't have much time before they start scanning the area here as well, but as I stated; it is up to you weather you wish to accept my aid or not, I won't force you." He let his steady green gaze rest on her as she emerged from the depths with the Krogan in tow. She was free to do as she pleased but Felix already had a plan for getting of this rock. He had to admit, it would be nice to get away from Omega, even if he was being pursued once more by Cerberus. He held up his omni-tool and let one of his three talons tap the synthetic arm that the tool was connected to, "I've got a way of procuring a ship from the Red Talons. What with all that information I was able to download form your Batarian friend, this will be a great little bit of intel that I can barter with...and if that fails I can always just, uh, 'barrow' a ship at the docks. That one never seems to fail."

Felix waited for them both to be out in the open before closing the passage and looking at the area he was in with more depth. These living quarters were a common sight he frequented for smaller jobs. Hit jobs mostly, it always surprised him how many residents wanted another dead. Granted, he never killed unless he thought the other deserved it though, so for the most part he was picky about his jobs...thus leading to his lack in credits. Turning to look at Styles he nodded for her to take the lead, "I suppose now is the time to choose then. Get your things and come along with me or stay here, I won't stay any longer than what is necessary. I plan on being off this station in the next hour so waiting is not an option. Cerberus will be on our trail soon enough anyway." His tone reverberated in the usual Turian way as he looked to Styles with an even gaze. Why Felix felt compelled to help her was beyond him, guess in the end he always knew he was a soldier at heart and recalled his human friend's way of showing open mindedness to others, even if the other was a sarcastic alien who enjoyed charging right into trouble. Besides, finding someone on Omega to trust was hard to come by and if he was getting off this station he would be much better off at having a biotic Prothean at his side, you know, to even the odds and all.

Felix crossed his arms as he weighed his thoughts and passed a glance to the Krogan Jarrid. He did not know if the large brute would come along but at least in the end he could say he had helped a Krogan. Not many Turians could say that, if not at all. His mind now thinking ahead, Felix knew of only a few places they could go for help. The Citadel being the first which came to mind, with his old friend Leon who was the head of C-sec. Felix had not spoken with him though since he had been banned from Palaven and stripped of his clan marks, then again he had made sure no one could find or contact him since then so perhaps that was his fault. There was also Illium, the pretty planet that hid it's lies with a clean gloss of metal but with a rotten core just beneath it's surface. He would rather avoid that place though, too many Asari to fuel his phobia of them, he would be freaked out to even set foot near one let alone a whole planet almost filled with them. Many other locations passed through his mind as he judged the pros and cons of where to take refuge, but this was just all speculation and of course if everything went as planned, which they usually didn't in the end. Then there was the prospect of Styles coming along if she decided to...he would just have to see how everything went. "Spirits, why now?" He whispered to himself as his synthetic arm began to ache while his nerves connecting to the appendage were strained under the stress of the situation. Cerberus had laid low for nearly two years since that fateful day back at the labs, why surface now? Was it because of the Reapers? Or perhaps it was the Prothean herself? He had heard more and more talk of the Reapers but it seemed most of the galaxy still believed them to be a myth. The fools, they had no idea what was coming but then what could he do. All he cared about these days was simply surviving the next day.

Felix shook his head slightly as he emerged from his deep thoughts and was brought back to the present. He had to focus what was before him and right now that was getting off of Omega. "So, are you coming or not?" He spoke with a light echoed tone to Styles as his eyes looked to her in question. Her whole appearance was still very new to him but he focused on her four golden eyes as he awaited for her decision. He could have sworn he had asked the same thing with the human Harry nearly three years ago. Dejavu at it's finest...

{So sorry about not posting sooner!
Getting ready for the next semester of college so I was a busy for the last two days.
Everything is good now though so I should be getting back into the routine. ^^}

[R0be0]

(You don't know how happy I am to see this post! My muse has been bottled up the last two days, and I've needed to post on something. And considering this is the only roleplay I have at the moment, I've been waiting anxiously for your reply.

And that's fine, semester just started up for me as well. Hopefully we'll be able to get on some kind of regular posting basis so neither one of us has to be left hanging too long. ^^)

Styles followed the Turian as he proceeded to guide her and Jarrid out of Omega's underneath and back to familiar territory: the small and waste-like base of theirs. Even though this had only been her home for a few mere weeks it was somewhere that she was familiar with now, and that she was beginning to adapt to. (Though through it all she had never adapted to the Krogans, but then again who would be able to?) Omega wasn't one of the most.. well, it certainly wasn't- well, it wasn't a lot of things, but she fit in well. Her rough and reckless nature snapped in well with the criminal activity, and she could have seen herself staying here for awhile, at least until things got settled out and she found someway to hide herself as a Prothean. If she and Felix did escape now, she hoped that he'd have the sense to bring her to a non-heavily populated area. Her cover would be harder to track in places where she could remain discreet, and the fewer people who discovered her race, the less of a chance that Cerberus would get enough information to locate her. It would be a mutual horror for both her and Felix, once Cerberus found one of them, the other would be a quick find as well. They had already distinguished that the two of them at least knew one another, which already was risky. But what other options did she have?

"You don't leave me with many options do you Robo?" Even with the knowledge of his name Styles wasn't someone to drop a nickname that stuck, even if it was to the receivers discomfort. "If I stay here there's a good chance I'll be captured by a bunch of manics that who knows will do to me. On the other hand I could leave her, putting my trust in a complete stranger who quite frankly annoys me a bit." Her eyes narrowed slightly, "no offense intended. I'm not someone who gets along with others all that well. But of course, you probably already know this." After a few seconds, the Prothean finally signed as she rubbed her forehead with her three long fingers of one hand. "... But I'd rather take my chances with you. At least then I know that if I'm going to be killed it's by someone who can actually put up a decent fight." Sighing with irritation that she was forced with an almost lose-lose situation she looked at the Turian. "Wait here, I don't have much that I actually own, but I'd rather take it with me than some scumbag taking it later on." She motioned for Jarrid to follow her, and the large Krogan did with a grunt, but without saying anything. The two of them walked into their base, only a few meters away from where they had emerged and walked in to see the other Krogans aggressively arguing with one another.

"There you two are!" Carbus looked up from the heated discussion to see the two of them come in. "We were wondering if the Ironfists had beaten you senseless, killed 'ya, or you managed to get lucky." He chuckled, "Borgis, looks like I owe you some credits." He looked one of the other Krogans who held a proud look. "You two look pretty roughed up though, we got some medi-gel in the containment case." But Styles just shook her head.

"I'm not staying, I've got to leave." She informed them, and the the four Krogans in the room turned to look at her with puzzled expressions. Figuring that she needed to clarify she decided to continue, "I'm sure you all know of Cerberus, the human organization. Well you see they might have found out who- or well, what I am. They're after me, and some strange-ass Turian as well. We need to get the hell out of here if we still have a chance to outrun them, or at least get far enough ahead that we can make a good escape. It's likely they'll come here, and so I suggest that you guys move your base, maybe even your territory. I'm not someone that's going to snuggle you with 'goodbyes' and 'take cares' mainly because if you guys don't do the smart thing, you're irreverent to me. Also because you'd have to kill me in order for me to even pretend sympathy. But I am giving you a warning though, stay out of Cerberus reach and deny knowledge of me. Try to cover up any evidence that might suggest you had contact with me, and just keep to the shadows." She followed her arms, as if she was a captain giving orders to her crew. "Understood?"

Corbus looked at her with a darkened look, no one spoke and the air grew tense. Finally the Krogan nodded. "We'll keep out of Cerberus' way, and if those b*stards find us, we'll just have to be contempt with cracking a few skulls open." His deep voice seemed to shake with a cold touch of sadism. "Try not to die Styles, that would be.. unfortunate." Figuring that, that was all that I was getting out of him, I went into my room. Where I reclaimed my items: extra ammo, thermal clips, and a small knife. It really wasn't much, but what more could you expect someone like her to have?

As she left the room she saw Jarrid getting some medi-gel, she was surprised. "I figured a tough Krogan like you would be able to handle a couple of cuts and bruises without getting all wimpy." She chuckled in a sarcastic way.

Jarrid looked at her with narrowed eyes, and she realized that he was not using the medi-gel himself, but collecting it. "We're going to need it, you, me, and the Turian." He snorted, as if that should have already been obvious.

"What? Since when have you been coming along? Your life isn't on the line, Cerberus isn't hunting you. To them you're nothing more than an overgrown chunk of talking meat."

The Krogan shook his head. "That's not why I am going. You and that Turian saved my life, if you hadn't come when you did I'd be dead. I'm going to repay that debt by coming along. Whether you like it or not does not matter to me." As he finished with the medi-gel, she realized he already had his best guns on him, and everything seemed set. So without any other words, the two of them walked back out into the living district to Felix. The two of them stood prepared (though Styles in truth looked no different than she had before) for what was to come.

And I will be ready to face it, without regrets.

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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Felix's sharp green eyes flickered from underneath his hood as Styles finally spoke her decision. He would agree with the Prothean on that matter, there really was little choice for her in the end. It was either stay here or take flight. He could not help but flutter his mandibles slightly into a smirk as she called him Robo once more and finished her sentence with meaning no offense to him, but speaking her mind quite clearly that his presence annoyed her. "That's the spirit my Prothean friend. And hey, it's only five percent of me that's synthetic. Not including the implants to connect my arm to my nervous system, but you get the idea. Besides, the feelings mutual I'm sure." His voice full of light cheer as Styles stated that she would rather die with the Turian and take her chances. His voice echoed as he simply smiled to her, feeling that old exhilaration of going off into the unknown with the chance of death just around the corner. It reminded him of the past with his two team mates by his side, the three fighting against Cerberus. Felix shook his head slightly to push back the reminiscing and glanced over at Styles as she told him to wait while she gathered her few belongings. The Krogan Jarrid close behind as he watched them go.

It was not long after they had left that his Omni-tool blinked to inform him that he had received a message. Felix quickly looked to see that it was Talos from the Red Talons, responding to his previous message to inform them of what had transpired at the Ironfists base. It seemed he had pleased and that credits would be transferred to his account once the data was handed over, but Felix had a different idea for payment. Within moments he was able to get up a secure connection to speak with the Talon gang leader and already the older Turian's features were etched with question. "Why are you contacting me this way Felix? Just send the data and you will get your cut as usual." Felix took a moment to make sure no one was eavesdropping while he looked down at the paler Turian on the screen, "Actually, change of plans on my end. Seems like those Cerberus agents who were snooping around are looking for me. I'm willing to give you the data in exchange for a ship." Talos simply stared dead on as Felix knew that he was asking for a lot, but he neglected to mention Styles for her sake and to be on the safe side. A ship was not easy to come by and even less easy to just give away, but the gang leader at least seemed to be contemplating the offer.

"How much data were you actually able to download?" That was a valid question and Felix blinked before speaking, "I was able to download the whole Omni-tool from the Ironfist's gang leader. You will have access to information that will set you up for years. Red Sand, Black market shipment routes, credits. Within a year you will have complete control over the Ironfist's territory. I say that is a more than fair trade, don't you agree?" A slow smile crept across Talos's face as he shook his head and sighed, "Hard to believe you used to be with C-sec....Fine. I'll have a ship ready for you at dock C on the eastern side of Omega's station." Felix had to stifle his urge to grin at his success for acquiring a ship so easily before Talos broke in once more, "But, don't expect anymore favors after this. Despite how I feel you're still a bare face and you know doing this can put me at a hell of a risk if the wrong people found out. If anyone asks I'm going to deny this little transaction between you and me and simply say you stole the d*man thing. Got it?" Felix could not stop his mandibles from ever so slightly clicking in agitation at the title 'bare face' and being reminded what it meant. No matter if Talos did not care about it, Felix would still be treated like an outcast, but that was fine with him and honestly he wished for no ill will towards the one Turian who had treated him without hostility. "I would not have it any other way Talos. Be seeing you...and thanks." He clicked his Omni-tool off and soon received coordinates to the ship number while sending over his part of the deal.

However, he would just have to wait and see what kind of model it was once they arrived at the docks. Spirits, he hoped it was not some old junker and something that was actually able to withstand FTL drive. He looked up when he heard the approaching steps of the Prothean but was a bit surprised that the Krogan Jarrid was still tagging along. "Welcome back, I guess I am to assume the big guy is coming along as well? Fine by me. I would never turn away a Krogan offering help, from experience you know?" He stood taller as her rolled his synthetic arm that was beginning to ache. Too bad he would not get the chance to get his tool kit or anything. He just could not risk going back to his place when Cerberus was sure to be watching the area, and instead focused his attention on the two aliens before him. "Got us a ship though, best be on our way before Cerberus finds our trail. I think we have lingered here long enough." He wasted little time turning sharply on his heels making way to the nearest rapid transit. Dock C was the living quarters main docking bay and where many of the more common folk gathered to arrive and leave the station. It was always packed but that boded well for them since it would help obscure them from sight. It was not everyday that you saw a Turian, Krogan, and a Prothean walk together in a group after all.

Felix got into the rapid transit as he took the wheel and looked to Styles to welcome her along. "Come on in, I promise I won't get us in a crash...well not much anyway. People always tell me I'm a safe driver." His echoed voice held a hint of charm to it as he recalled the last time he had driven a transit with a Krogan and Human in tow...it did not end well but at least they were all alive in the end right? He waited for them to get in before the transit doors closed with a click and the vehicle began to hover away. The docks were just thirty minuets away and that meant freedom was also in arm's reach.

The drive was going smoothly when all of the sudden he lurched forward from the impact to the rear. He was taken by surprise and looked sharply to Styles before looking back to see that they were being pursued by another close transit that hit them from behind again. Felix cursed violently under his breath as he stepped on the gas and their own transit began to pick up speed with a jolt. "How much you want to bet that's Cerberus behind us!" He growled as he jerked the vehicle to the right to avoid another collision from the opposing force. "Well this is certainly starting to get fun." He smiled innocently to Styles while taking another hard turn to avoid running into a large metal support beam. "Care to show these agents a good time?" He passed her his pistol and knew she would get the idea as he tried his best to drive. Although, the exhilaration of speed mixed with a race to the docks made him narrow his eyes in silent enjoyment as he took yet another hard turn to avoid a head on collision with oncoming traffic.

{I can at least promise that I will always post once a week.
I have more time on the weekends though to get more posts in, but for right now that seems to be my schedule so I hope it's okay with you. ^_^
Hope your semester goes well! :3}

[R0be0]

( Hope your semester goes well too. ^^)

He's got us our own ship already? I would have figured that we would have had to steal one, to try to con one out of someone.. Well, I suppose this means that at least one thing is going our way. Though we still have to evade the band of lunatic terrorists that are trying to hunt us down to do who knows what with. Terrific. Styles thought as she quickly followed after Felix as he made his way down to the Dock, she couldn't wait until she was off of this place, and that she wouldn't have to worry about being jumped, or stalked by someone who probably wanted to kill her. She might be able to hold of Cerberus for a little while, but she knew that in the end that they- with the force they undoubtedly had would be able to overtake her and that she would be left at their disposal. She wasn't going to let that happen to herself, even if it meant relying on someone you hadn't know for very long. If worse came to worse and Felix turned out to have some sort of "arrangement" or "deal" with Cerberus then she would be prepared to kill him, no questions asked. But still she doubted that the other alien had anything to do with the pro-human group. Considering that for one: it was a human organization. But to capture the last living Prothean who had tons of knowledge of the Reapers and their ways, well, she didn't know exactly what Cerberus would be prepared to do.

As Felix boarded onto the Transit she couldn't help but take a look around just making sure that there was nothing that she could consider suspicious. But nothing more than other transits zooming off into the air, and a small group of Batarians could be seen. It really did appear that they were safe, or at least she hoped so. But we're not going to be safe for a while now, not until something happens to make Ceberus see that they don't want anything to do to us. Either that or they all die in some sort of freak explosion. Oooh, I'd like that! Shaking way her thoughts she turned to look at the Turian as he made some comment about how she didn't need to worry and that he was a safe driver. "A safe driver? On Omega? I'll believe it when I see it." She snickered as she got into the Transit, Jarrid following and getting in the seat that was behind hers. As soon as the Transit lifted off of the ground she felt a slight flush of relief pour into her, they hadn't had any encounters with Cerberus, which meant that it was a free ride to getting off of this pit.

Perhaps she jinxed it.

She was lurched forward when a Transit behind them clearly smashed into them, it didn't take a genius to figure out that this was probably Cerberus, and that they had been discovered. Still even with the fact that there was a bunch of madmen behind them Styles felt the need to chuckle and smirk at what he said. "Oh yes, it would be my pleasure to show these agents what a good time feels like." Taking his pistol she opened up her window of the Transit and peared behind, she could make out the forms of the agents inside, and her four eyes narrowed. They wouldn't be so bold to come out of the windows themselves and try to shoot, oh no, they seemed to be quite content with their place inside of the Transit. "Jarrid!" She shouted back at the Krogan, "do you think you can shoot down their engine? Or at least make them annoyed enough that they'll want to shoot at us?" She heard a grunt as the Krogan agreed to her question. She looked back at him as he opened his window and took out his battle rifle, he aimed at the engine location on the Transit and began to fire out bullet after bullet in the direction. But each bullet was reflected by a barrier that they had skillfully put up beforehand. Dammit! Clever b*stards! Her mind thought through everything that she could do at this point, it was clear that mere bullets wouldn't work yet, she needed some way to get their barrier down before they could get "personal" with the agents themselves.

But as Felix carefully zoomed around the support beams for Omega she got an idea. It was a crazy thought. One that no one in their right minds would think of, it was not something easily pulled off to as well, but if done correctly it would take down the barrier and possibly make the agents nothing more then beginners target practice. Taking in a deep and long breath she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, she lurched her hand towards the Transit and attempted to pull the car-like machine in a pull forwards. It was an intense job even mastering her biotics to be able to get the Transit under it's grip, but making it pull forward to where she needed it. Her plan was simple, drag the Transit forward so it smashed against support beams, they were driving at a fast rate and would not get the time to slow down once she had them hurling towards one of the beams. Now even though she had the Transit at hand, it was like trying to toss a wall, which even with biotic mastery was not something one could just simply do. C'mon Styles! Don't let go now! You're dead-meat if you just let go! Think about your father, mother, Advar, they all died fighting as warriors, and now you're going to die by human scum?! "Not a damn chance." She thought out-loud, and with a new refreshing sense she forced the Cerberus Transit forward, making it slam into one of the metal poles. It weakened the barrier servely, but not quite done. She was exausted at this point, but at least one more toss was needed. So mustering everything left in her she tossed the bulky machine again, making it slam into another beam. This time the barrier was destroyed, and part of the Transit was set aflame from the engine meeting metal. With a tried form she looked out as the driver desperately tried to get rid of the flame. Wrong. Move. Bud. She took the pistol and shot him, once in the neck, and twice in the side. Making him fall right out of the car's window. That was when it was clear once again of her plan.

"The engine! Now!" Jarrid aimed his battle rifle at the burning engine of the Transit, and it took less than one round before the small machine exploded, frying whoever was still inside. Rolling her window back up, she lay back in her seat, exhausted. More exhausted than anything that she had ever been before. "Well.." She rasped slightly, trying to catch her breath. "I hoped you enjoyed the show." She said with a sarcastic grin. "I know our Cerberus pals did."

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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It was difficult to focus on both driving and the firefight which was being held between the two transits. Styles seemed to be in a much more humorous mood with the prospect of a battle. Felix kept his own joy contained while she proceeded to take his pistol and fire back at the pursuing Cerberus agents only to realize that they had a barrier surrounding their vehicle. That would certainly explain the violent onslaught and senseless smashing they were causing to their own ride. However, the oncoming traffic and many large support beams were proving quite difficult to evade and Felix let out a curse as the back end was clipped by a passing transit. Alarms began to flare and beep within their transport and the low decent in altitude gave the all too obvious tale that they would soon come into a hard landing. "Damn these cursed transits! I swear they will be the end of me one day..." He muttered harshly under his breath as he recalled the same thing happening the last time he drove one of these cursed things.

Styles seemed to be handling the situation outside very well, much to his surprise. He had never been paired with someone who was capable as he was, but for once he was grateful for the expertise on his side by both the Prothean and the Krogan. From the few glances he was able to gleam, whilst slowly trying to control their decent, the two had worked efficiently to bring down the opposing transit and the Cerberus agents within it. Felix cast a quick glance to Styles as she stated that she hoped he had enjoyed the show. He would have loved to have seen more and been a part of it, but was too preoccupied with their current situation to gleam any enjoyment from it. He did however notice the strain she seemed to be under and wondered how much her strange biotics she had used to bring down the vehicle, "Sorry to ruin the moment but we have bigger problems." He stated as he tried to pull the steering wheel up in vain while they began to fall faster towards the ground. "Buckle up you two! This is going to be a bumpy crash." He gritted his teeth as he braced for impact. A bone jarring scrap of metal on metal lurched them forward as he tried his best to land the transit towards the side. The transportation was soon thrown into a spinning reel as it's back rear clipped a support beam and finally landed after it had threatened to nearly flip.

The landing was certainly ungraceful but at least they had not turned over or completely crash in a ball of fire. After a few minutes of regaining himself he could not contain his overjoyed smile as he patted the destroyed transit and looked over to make sure Styles and Jarrid were still in one piece, "Well, that landing went much better than my last one. The last time I had a car chase with Cerberus, my team and I all nearly exploded, but that was the engines fault, not mine." He winced as he removed his seat belt and could tell there was some obvious bruising but luckily no broken bones. Looking back at his passengers he gave them the universal sign for 'OK' and dusted himself off, "Man, we should do this more often! Running away from the bad guys, shooting down transits, nearly crashing to our deaths...what a day." He smiled despite his casual sarcasm and looked around to see if their crash was drawing any unwanted attention. They had landed on the docks in one piece but Felix had the feeling that one transit filled with a few Cerberus agents was not all they had to muster. "Those agents were probably just the scouts keeping an eye on us..." his mandibles clicked in thought as he slowly moved his falcon-like gaze across the area, "No doubt they have already sent word to the main force to come after us." Felix's hearing caught the rapid heartbeat of Styles as he looked back sharply to her. Turians always used their hearing to judge another's emotions, and though the Prothean was very good at hiding it, Felix could hear the fatigue that pounded in her chest. How much energy did she really use to cast those kinds of biotics? It wasn't good for her to be tired now when they were still being pursued and that made him look at the docks with the many ships at it's bay with more intensity. They were now fighting the clock.

Not letting her know he could tell she was exhausted, Felix opened his omni-tool quickly to lead him to the ship that was stationed in wait for them before turning to Jarried and Styles, "Lets be quick, the ship is not far but Cerberus will be her in a matter of moments..." His voice echoed his concern before turning and pushing through the crowd that was beginning to gather. His own heart spiked sharply when he heard the all too familiar voices of Cerberus agents making their way towards the crash while the three of them hurried to their space craft. But when he got to the ship he nearly cursed out load at the model that they had been given. "A human cargo-ship?! Are you kidding me!" He growled in anger and looked back to make sure Styles and Jarried were still following. There was little time to complain while he motioned for them to hurry and get inside. The cargo bay door slowly swooshed open when the sound of bullets zipped by his head. "D*mmit, can't we catch a break here?" He reached for his pistol to return fire but his heart sank when he realized that he had given it to Styles before they had crashed. A sharp twang and a flash of sparks sent a jolt of fierce pain up his spinal cord as his synthetic arm caught a bullet in it's mechanical shoulder. He could already feel the implanted nerves disconnect from his nervous system, indicating his right arm had taken damage, though not physically to himself. He tried to move his mechanical appendage only to have it short circuit half way and send another array of sparks in protest to his movement.

He quickly took cover inside behind the Cargo ship's air lock as it was beginning to close. Using his one good arm to grasp at his broken right one, he administered medi-gel after medi-get to get rid of the pain that was causing havoc on his nervous system as he bit back the torrent. "I hope one of those two know how to fly a human model space ship." He grunted under his breath as he took a peek to look out at the ensuing fray of Cerberus agents advancing on their small ship. They had to get out of here now and he would be unable to fly them out at the moment. They would need to reach the nearest relay to have any hope of escaping these tenacious b*stards and they had to do it soon. He just hoped Styles was okay after all the energy she had spent and that their Krogan friend would have a slim chance at knowing how to fly this thing the hell out of here!

{Yes! I was finally able to get up a post! 8D
I refuse to quit. :3}

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Had Styles not have tried herself out she would have no doubt made some snide remark about how Felix's driving was some of the worse that she had ever seen. But there was an emptiness of tiredness pumping through her, and she knew better than to waste what energy she had on making snappy remarks at the Turian. When they had crashed, she had gotten out well from it, there was a small cut above her front left eye, and she felt a bit foggy, but she was fine otherwise. Undoing the safety belt that had tightly embraced her, she stepped out of the transit after Felix and Jarrid did. The Krogan seemed to be the only one completely un-phased by the crash, but that was no surprise, hell she figured she would never see a Krogan get shaken up by anything less than a powerful foe, not some bumpy landing. "I know what you mean," Styles remarked after she heard what Felix had said. "Wasn't tonight just delightful?" The sarcasm outweighed the stress in her voice, but by the way Felix had looked at her it was clear that he knew that she was no longer up to snuff. Hearing his comment about the Cerberus agents, she narrowed her eyes slightly, but she knew that it was true. The real threat wouldn't have been sent in that transit, they had probably only been searching for her and the others. No doubt Cerberus would have a larger, much powerful team on them in no time, now that they knew their location. Or at least the approximate of it.

Hurriedly following after Felix as they made their way through the crowd, it was clear that there cover was going to be easily blown. Damn it, doesn't everyone have something better to do than watch a crashed transit and a couple of aliens just minding their own damn business? The sour thought closed when she halted at the sight of the ship which was to be theirs. It was a human cargo vessel, nothing special, but honestly she didn't care what it was that brought them off of Omega and somewhere safe, as long as they were away from Cerberus and could try and get some cover down. The organization would be after them again soon no doubt, but if they had more warning, more time to prepare then it would be a much easier fight against them. Suddenly bullets seemed to fly by, looking around for a brief second she saw the agents closing in on them, aiming guns in their direction. She managed to notice that Felix had gotten shot. Damn idiot. Spinning around she grabbed the pistol out and shot one of the agents, she was too tried to use any more biotics, but a bullet worked just as good. It impaled the agent in the lower leg, and he fell to the ground grasping at his new wound. The other agents didn't seem to notice their fallen comrade and continued to shoot. However now the airlock door was almost completely closed, and only the sound of a couple of bullets rattling the outside of the ship's body could be heard.

When it was obvious that Felix couldn't fly the ship, Styles narrowed her squid-like eyes. "Look I may come from an advanced time in history, but I don't know a damn thing about flying ships. I'm more of a fighter than helmsmen. That left only Jarrid to fly, she looked at the Krogan expectantly, as the alien grunted.

"I flew a ship once, a mercenary job, we had to gun down another vessel. Nothing like this. But I could give it a shot."

"Then go dammit, I don't think Cerberus is going to wait around while you play tell-a-boring-memory." Styles was still on high alert, and she would be until they got a good way from Omega, out of the system would be nice. She watched as Jarrid hurriedly rushed through one of the doors, of the ship, which she supposed probably went to the driver's quarters. She waited for a few seconds before following after Jarrid, when she finally found the Krogan again he was sitting at the ships driver's seat, pushing some buttons that she didn't have a clue meant. Jarrid seemed absorbed in what he was doing, and she was surprised how quickly the large alien was able to grasp the concepts of the ship. (That was if he was indeed pressing the right buttons, and not ones at random.) But soon it became obvious that he did know what he was doing, as the ship pulled out of the dock, and rushed off into the space surrounding Omega. She could feel the ship roughly jolt through the air, it wasn't flawless flight, but it something more than she would have ever been able to accomplish. "Wow Jarrid, I never thought I'd be glad to have your ass around here."

The Krogan shook hiss head. "You know I could crash this thing just as the Turian did. Make you shut up." He grumbled. Styles figured that was Jarrid's way of saying 'your welcome' to her very strange way of saying 'thanks.' It was just something with aliens like her and him, saying things straight out just seemed like a waste when you could just say something that could be considered misleading. Still, that was the best that you could hope from, from Styles or Jarrid.

It took a tense couple of minutes before it was safe to say that they were a good distance away from Omega, that didn't really help Styles' stress though, she still knew that Omega would be on a ship soon, if they already weren't and would be following close onto their trail. The best thing that they could do would jump through a mass effect relay, but that took skill and a precise guide, it was unlikely that Jarrid would be able to do something like that. At least not as easily. Though as if he had heard what she had been thinking about the Krogan growled slightly. "I can bring us through the relay, hopefully Omega will have some time figuring out where we went from the jump." Styles wanted to protest but she didn't, what would be the point in arguing with the Krogan? He was just as stubborn as her, and he would no doubt do it anyways, even if she told him not to.

It felt like mere seconds before the relay was in sight, the Prothean crunched her four eyes in fear of what might come if they missed the jump, or Jarrid did something wrong. She didn't know the specifics of the punishment for not doing the jump correctly, but honestly she didn't want to know. It was then that the ship sped up, the cargo vessel small but going at a great speed for a ship like it. When the relay was only seconds away from impact Styles shut her eyes tightly, expecting something terrible to happen. But when she opened her eyes a few seconds later it hadn't. They were somewhere away from the relay, in some other system no doubt.

"We landed in the Iera system." Jarrid commented. "Happy?" He turned to look at Styles, who rolled her eyes.

"Just make sure that Cerberus can't track us down."

[Benathorn]

Ｆｅｌｉｘ Ｔａｌｉｂｕｓ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- In Space II

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Felix felt the familiar pulse of waves which indicated that they had passed through the relay in the Omega system. It meant they could all finally relax and lick their wounds while they gathered on what to do next. The Turian gripped his synthetic arm in pain, the nerves which connected the metal appendage to his shoulder were fried and he would have to search the ship for some tools to repair it. Looking over his shoulder at the cockpit, he noticed the Krogan and Styles were busy chatting among themselves, which gave him time to delve deeper into the ship's bay to try and find some mechanical tools. The Turian could feel the warm seeping of blood in his cloths as he pulled back his hood, the medi-gels had patched most his wounds up but his current cloths were covered in patches of blue blood that made him cringe. It seemed he would have to find some different attire, "I wonder if Talon left any Turian armor on this thing?" Felix decided to look farther into the ship till he came across some sleeping quarters in the back. A few bunks laid bare, but as he expected, there laid a large case with a small note on it. Felix looked at the message, 'Here is your old suit from your apartment. Thought you might like to at least die in something decent. Not them d*mn rouge cloths your always wearing anyways. This makes us even now- don't come running to me again if you have any problems. Your way more trouble than your worth!' Felix could not suppress the devious grin which alighted his dark features, he wasted little time in opening the case which held his personal Turian havoc armor in all it's glory. "Well, hello there beautiful. You look just as d*mn sexy as I remember..." He let his one good arm reach down to feel the smooth silver armor with red trims. It had been nearly two years since he had last don such a thing, refusing to wear it before due to his being exiled from Palavin...

Felix haphazardly began to undress from his war tattered clothing. It was quite difficult to do since his right synthetic arm no longer seemed to be functioning at the moment and previous bullet wounds were still trying to mend from their last battle. However, the Turian managed to finally get the tattered rags off, flaring his mandibles in disgust at how much they smelled of Omega. 'Omega may have been a great place to hide, but spirits! I would take a bath and the Citadel any day...' He mused to himself as he fitted the heavy armor onto his muscled form. His lean Turian frame fitting perfectly into the Havoc suit while his largest scar which traveled from his torso, to his shoulder, and ended at the left side of his face, was soon partially covered by the large armament that gave his species their signature appearance. Felix clicked the back of his heels to release the traps on his suit which held the rocket thrusters that was the Havoc's main trait. "Everything still seems to be in working order..." He smiled mischievously as he warped out his suit's Omni-blades, grinning at the lethality he now possessed. "Now to fix up this busted arm." Felix first pulled at his armor's metal collar to get the heavy metal to fit just right, his body relaxing as he felt more like a Turian then he had in years. The only thing missing was his tribe's markings which every Turian bore upon there face. The thought made him growl in anger at how they had been forcibly removed due to a crime he had not committed, but he would play out his revenge against Gavitch all in due time. Felix may be young but he knew how to enjoy a good torture, and by all means, he would be as patient as need be till he could seek out the Turian who had not only killed his father and forced his younger sister as his bond mate- but who had also expelled him from Palavan and blamed the murder of the Primarch on him.

Felix was off of Omega now, and with Cerberus after their little Prothean experiment, it meant he had little choice but to go along with Styles and the Krogan Jarrid for now. "Just you wait Gavitch...I'm coming for you soon." He spoke sweetly to himself with a hard gaze as he envisioned the one man he wanted to kill most in the universe. Finally suited up and satisfied with his new attire, Felix looked under one of the bunks till he found the usual emergency mechanical kit. Pulling the case out, he quickly unhinged the box and began pulling out an assortment of tools. Picking up your average soldering gun, he winced at how painful this was going to be for him to get his synthetic arm connected with his nerves again, "Okay...okay- just a quick solder to get the arm moving again and you'll be as good as new Felix." He smiled worriedly, knowing that was not going to be the case as he sat on the lower bunk. He pulled the trigger once to try out the sparks on the gun, it seemed to be in perfect working order as he placed the burning tool near his shoulder. Hovering the gun just inches from one of the detached tubes that connected into his skin. Usually he would detach the synthetic arm from his body to work on fixing any damages, but one of the Cerberus agent's guns had shot out the detachment hinges and now the mechanical arm would have to be literally fused back into his skin and bone. Felix gritted his teeth while clenching his mandibles, "Okay then, lets get this over with...One....two..." Felix pulled the trigger to begin fusing wire to bone, his jaws opened in a silent scream as the pain seared his senses and a bright flash of light blinded his world.

It only took moments but it certainly felt like hours. He choked back a yell, sweat beaded upon his brow plates as he finally dropped the soldering tool, his hands shaking in pain. But it had apparently worked. Felix collapsed on the bunk bed, lifting his right synthetic arm as he slowly moved each talon of the mechanical appendage. "Cerberus...hmm. Still after me after so many years? And the Prothean, what did they want with her? Are the reports of the Reaper sighting to be true? Or am I just too sexy to leave alone. I suppose they would miss me after what I did to their base. Would't explain what the Prothean is doing here though..." He mumbled to himself while he tried to catch his breath and rest for a few moments. The throbbing pain slowly subsided and the intense flashbacks of Cerberus removing his right arm so long ago, began to subside. It was partially why fixing his synthetic arm was such a hassle. The memories of those six month while he was being tortured at the Cerberus base...he wanted nothing to do with them personally, but it seemed they had not forgiven him yet for blowing up that base. "Heh, them d*mn agents can bring it for all I care. Nothing will stop me from getting to Gavitch though. I'd say it's about time I paid the man a little visit on the Citadel." But then what about Styles? Apart of him did not wish to simply ditch the Prothean the first chance he got, but she had a Krogan for a body guard. 'I'm sure she will be just fine without me. Don't need to be getting myself into all this Cerberus mess again anyways...' He thought to himself as he laid there. The sounds and bumps of the ship were a much more pleasant sensation than that of Omega which he had been on for the past two years. He would just have to wait till the got to the nearest station around here to catch a ship heading to the Citadel- then he could finally begin his pursuit of the one who had started all this. After all, revenge was such a sweet victory that he loved to saver slowly and Felix could not wait to satisfy his need for it...

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Styles heard Jarrid grunt, but say nothing more. Trusting the Krogan to be able to bring them to somewhere safe she left the cockpit and began to make her way around the ship. She was wondering how long that she and the others would have to stay here; and she couldn’t come up with a valid answer. The logical next move would be to go to the Citadel and look for help there. Maybe she could get the Hanar to lend a... err – tentacle? After all if what she heard was true, she’d be treated like a goddess if she went to them. Heh, that would be nice; to finally get the treatment that she deserved. Though she knew that deep down she wouldn’t be able to leave the life of on the run, Cerberus would be chasing her for some time yet, and she’d have to face them sooner or later. And unless she wanted to chuck jelly aliens who revered her at them, well the Hanar wouldn’t have anything that she would be able to use for safety. At the moment all that she needed to hope was that Felix wouldn’t be taking the ship with him when he left (whenever that would be). If he took the ship then she and Jarrid would be left without any means of escape when Cerberus caught onto them. That would be terrible, and she knew that her Krogan pal would end up dead and her in a worse fate. Damn, she really hoped that, that wasn’t what the Turian was planning or they were screwed.

Making her way through the ship she saw that Felix had already made himself at home in one of the rooms, and was picking through some kind of mechanical kit; no doubt for his synthetic arm. She continued on further, as she was looking for the captain’s corridors, in which there would no doubt be a one bed room. Because she did have some standards, and sleeping with a male alien in the room was a no. She could remember when the Reapers had attacked, and they had all been forced to sleep in safeguarded rooms, in which they would take turns to watch. The Reapers had denied her of sleep on many occasions, and she could remember one opts mission in which she had been paired with the infamous Commander Javik – the two were to try and hack into some Reaper operated systems and try and under their technology more. The battle that had been born from that fight had given her a large scar on her lower back where she had been shot eight times. She had to be bed-ridden for a good two months afterwards, in which she had to re-learn how to walk.

Finally she came across the captain’s room, it was small and a cramped area, but it was somewhere for her to sleep. Walking around she began to explore the room, there was some human equipment that may be able to fit her. Protheans were larger than humans, though they had a similar body-structure. Hopefully she wouldn’t need to take off her light-armor that she was wearing now though, since it was one of the last memories that she had of her people. Plus it had once been Advar’s armor, call her a bit nostalgic, but to her it felt like she had only been with her lover a few months ago, not thousands of years before. The knowledge that he had died hit her hard, and she found it strange how the death of one other – no matter what they meant to her, could make her feel so empty. But Styles was secretive about this stuff, and nothing that no one would say could make her reveal her inner sadness. She had learned to care a lot about some of her squad members, Advar being one of the biggest. She also still cared highly for her mother, a scientist who had been working on some kind of “huge project” which was supposed to win the war for them.... But look how that turned out.

When it seemed that she had discovered all the secrets that the room seemed to offer she walked over to the bed and laid down on her back, blinking her four eyes with slight comfort when a wave of tranquility seemed to sooth her. Her muscles ached and she could feel them in full force now. Letting out a soft grunt she looked up at the ceiling. She was still in a bit of shock, so much had happened, and on top of that she had to learn to adjust to this new world. They did so many things differently that she had yet to fully understand their ways. Feeling almost like she was in a trance, like this was all a dream she narrowed her eyes, she needed to snap out of all of this and get her mind focused on more important things. She was just hoping that she would keep her anxiety inward and so she didn’t have to explain anything to her new companions. Sitting back up, she deemed this bed worthy of her presence and got up rolling one of her shoulders. She could tell by the touch of everything in this room that it had once belonged to a man; a human male. She wondered how he had lost his ship, or if it had been stolen by people whom Felix seemed to know. Regardless that didn’t matter, it was her room now, and the DNA of its former owner did not truly interest her.

Walking out of the room, with the door automatically shutting behind her, she started to make her way down the hall in which she knew Felix’s new room was located. Walking to the frame-way of the door she watched it slide open to reveal the Turian inside. “Nice place,” she said sarcastically. “I love what you did with the decor; it makes me feel like I’m in some kind of palace.” She crossed her arms as she leaned on the side of the door. The Turian seemed like he was a bit shook up as well though she knew better than to say anything (for once). She could also sense some pain which was fading from him, probably having to do with whatever he had to do with his arm. “The only thing this place is missing is maybe some more scented candles, to you know cover up to scent of Krogan. I’m partly immune to their stink from living with them for a couple of months. I’ve also increased the length of time that I can hold my breath.” She nodded her head, and then narrowed her eyes. “Oh and maybe some tropical fish, to you know deter anyone who might try and steal the ship. They’ll be all like; ‘oh my god, look at its fins!’ And then we can smack ‘em upside the head.” She smirked, obviously just joking.

[Benathorn]

Ｆｅｌｉｘ Ｔａｌｉｂｕｓ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- In Space II

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Felix closed his eyes for a few moments while he steadied his breathing, the fluctuations and sounds of the cargo ship lulling him to sleep slowly. 'When was the last time I slept peacefully like this?' His mind began to wonder before an annoying voice broke in and dispelled his quiet slumber. The Turian opened one eye into a slit- seeing the odd form in the archway and soon realizing it was the Prothean. Styles was obviously being as sarcastic as usual while she commented on the ship. Felix forced himself up before giving his neck a roll and pulling on the metal frame of his collar. He was still trying to get adjusted to his long lost attire, but certainly appreciated being back in the typical Turian armor.

"Nice to see you as cynical as ever Styles. But truthfully, this ship probably belonged to some human who didn't repay his debt to Talos and the Red Talons." Felix pushed himself from the lower bunk, , "But, oh well. It belongs to me now since the old Turian owed me. Can't say it's the greates ship out there- but it will do." Standing in his full form, and looking like a true Havoc Soldier again, Felix began moving his right synthetic arm while holding the wrist; examining it absently as he spoke. At least that seemed to be functioning properly now, "Scented candles you say? Are you trying to cover the Krogan scent or set the mood? Last time I used those things my date did not end too well. Personally I prefer holographic candles myself- no burning the bed sheets and the real things are too expensive anyway." The Turian chuckled mischievously as he joked back to the female Prothean, she was the one to start it anyway. "But uh- yeah. Tropical Fish...I enjoy Space Hamsters myself but there a human thing. You probably don't know what the furry little things are." Felix had to admit he was becoming a little disturbed by the Prothean's joking. For the brief amount of time he had known Styles, she had never been this openly joking about anything, unless it meant death. He was starting to get a little freaked out by it.

"So what's with the mood change? What- no throwing anyone out the airlocks or complaining about how you used to eat this primitive or that?" Felix wore a wicked grin as he churred to the female, finally letting go of his synthetic wrist when he felt the mechanical appendage was in working order. "Well don't get too comfortable. First station we land at you and your Krogan pal can do as you please, but I'm off." Felix took out another case with his name on it, revealing the black box to hold his old legion weapons and swiftly placing them on the back of his armor. The magnetic clasp held an assault rifle, a pistol, and a Turian manufactured sniper rifle; all tools he knew to use well and planned on implementing them soon for his old friend Gavitch. "I'm taking this ship to the Citadel or Palaven- either one really...got some unfinished business to attend to there and I won't get you or Jarrid involved in my business. Revenge has always been a one-man ship anyway." He spoke the last part of that sentence with an aloof smile, as if to joke, but in truth Felix did not even know if he would survive his vendetta. In the end it really did not matter as long as he took Gavitch down with him, getting these two involved in it would be unnecessary. "Besides, you've got Cerberus on your tail. No offense Styles, but I'm not looking to get involved with them again..." Felix glanced down at his synthetic arm as he clenched his talons at the past memories it brought back, "Lets just say- my last little play date with them did not end too well last time." He growled softly as his sharp green gaze hardened. However, that soon passed quickly as he looked up and gave Styles a toothy Turian smile.

"So, where would you like to be dropped off? I hear Elysium's a nice place- well, as long as you don't sign anything. But they do have some good fish for sale." Felix pushed past Styles in a casual manner, making his way up towards the cockpit to check on their destination with the Krogan Jarrid. He noted the system they were in on the galaxy map and began to think out routes which would be the quickest to dropping those two off and making his way to the Citadel, 'Then again, Gavitch could still be back on Palavan. D*mmit! That would suck, how to get back on a planet you've been exiled from?' His brow furrowed in thought as he tried to plan out his next moves, it was no longer safe to hide due to Cerberus chasing Styles, but Felix couldn't afford keeping her around. She had nothing to offer him in his endeavor but trouble, and right now, that was the last thing he needed. 'Maybe I could hit up Leon back at C-sec on the Citadel. Surely he would have some info on Gavitch and my sister's whereabouts.' The dark Turian mused to himself while his thoughts ran.

A part of him felt bad for just dropping the two aliens off, but truthfully, they weren't his problem. He had no rhyme or reason to help them out, and he was sure that the Prothean was more than capable of taking care of herself. He had seen it first hand and she also had a Krogan by her side...there was really little need to add some random Turian to the mix that they had just met on Omega. Felix consented on the fact that he had also already helped them enough by getting them all off Omega, though it was in his favor then to do so. 'Hmm...this really is not the time to be conflicted. Styles would drive me crazy anyway with her sarcastic behavior and Jarrid...well he's a Krogan. Turians and Krogans have had a bad relationship since the genopahge anyways.' Felix continued to weight the options but was determined to not let his feelings stifle his true intentions. Styles would need to find her way path in the galaxy, sure it was different than 50,000 years ago, but that was how things worked in the world. Last time Felix teamed up with others they all nearly perished in the process...he was not going to go through all that again...