Solsabre
The Reforged Soul
The party entered the spartan ship, the Shanxi, following behind the short and stocky Brann. They met the rest of the crew up on the bridge. The various crew members introduced intrigued Jahara. They were all...oddities, for lack of a better word. Though, perhaps, that could be said as true for everyone recruited on this mission. She was certainly one of the stranger ones here.
Her blue gaze settled on the turian medic as Brann shared his name and function aboard the Shanxi. Jahara didn’t think she imagined it when the dark look passed over Lucianus’s face. There was slightly haunted gleam in his eyes for a brief second, but it was enough for Jahara to recognize it. It was a feeling she knew all too well. Living past an event which altered one’s life irreversibly.
Honestly, she was getting to the point of wanting to pound Domitian’s face into the floor. Maybe, he would finally shut up then.
... may I introduce Ariana Genasia, ship's engineer," Brann said, looking to the asari. "She will be keeping this vessel in shape, and she may be able to help should problems arise with your own equipment. She is rather skilled where technology is concerned."
The armored krogan contemplated the aforementioned asari. Perhaps one of the few alien species she felt the most at ease with. Jahara definitely was going to seek her out after their ‘tour’, but only for the supplies needed for her helmet.
As they were taken through the rest of the ship, Jahara kept the exposed side of her face hidden in the hallway’s shadows as much as possible. For the most, the crew didn’t give much reaction to her standoffish and stoic posture, which was fine with her.
She broke away from the group to remain in the hangar a bit longer. The krogan decided to explore the ship more on her own later.
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Aimlessly wandering through the ship’s halls for 15 minutes, Jahara arrived at the corridor of the crew’s living quarters. The brief talk with the asari involved much raising of eyebrows in mild surprise as they studied each other. However, they quickly got done to business over the materials and tools Jahara needed to fix her helmet. Ariana was insulted at first that Jahara refused to let the asari do the repairs, as though the asari were incapable of repairing a freaking helmet. Nope, Jahara carried no such opinion of the engineer’s skill, but if it still stung the asari’s pride, there wasn’t much the krogan could do about that. Ariana more likely didn’t want to lend out her tools complete strangers.
The said supplies sat snug in one arm at her side, while the other hand carried her bag. Passing by teammates settling into their rooms, she turned around momentarily when the sound of stumbling body on metal drew her attention. The human male and the whelp were arguing about something, but she didn’t stopped to catch what it was.
Nearly at the end of the hallway, Jahara simply picked one of the empty rooms without much fuss. All the quarters were going to be cramped for her. However, before she passed the threshold into the small room, someone called to her.
"Um, excuse me," An oddly clear voice rang in the hall. Jahara glanced over her shoulder. The quarian stood outside his room, smiling with nervous energy and fidgeting on his feet. If it was any other alien, she’d said he was acting ridiculous. However, the quarian touched a feeling in her that she normally kept on a tight lid on away from the monastery. He spoke up, hailing Kalros. "My name is Keelo, and, well, I couldn't help but notice that you damaged your helmet during that fight."
Jahara turned around completely, giving Keelo her full attention. “You are correct, youngling,” the biotic krogan stated stiffly. “Butting heads with another krogan, usually has that affect. Especially ones induced by the blood rage.” Especially when BOTH krogan were being driven by it.
"If you want, I would be willing to try and fix it for you. I'm rather handy with tools and equipment, so, if you'd like, I could have a look at it. Assuming this ship has the necessary materials, that is. I won't make any alterations, I swear," Keelo offered "I could look at the voice modifier as well. Th-That is, if you don't mind a quarian handling your equipment..."
Jahara stared at the male quarian hard in silence for several moments. Raising a three-fingered claw between them, she placed the middle digit's tip under Keelo's chin and carefully grasping the edge of the helmet with a forefinger. With incredible gentleness, Jahara slowly turned the quarian's head from side to side a time or two. Mostly curiosity on her part, the female krogan was intrigued by the race's dependence on their envirosuits so much to survive. It was also frustrating difficult to read their expressions beneath the tinted glass. Discerning for ulterior motives, she only spied sincerity in his offer and a natural curiosity. Satisfied, the arm dropped and she backed away before the quarian could potentially pass out from fright.
With little fanfare, she shrugged her head towards her quarters, indicating for Keelo to follow. Squishing into the tight room, Jahara dropped her bag to one side and the package of supplies on the bed. Without a word yet, the biotic krogan raised both arms to release the catches latching the helmet onto her armor. With only a slight grunt of pain from her right shoulder, Jahara lifted the black helmet revealing a tan smooth domed crest unlike the rigid crests of krogan males. Several minor scars of a hard life decorated her maw, neck, and crest and a pair of the clearest blue eyes peered back at the quarian.
With a slow movement, Jahara passed the damaged helmet over to Keelo. “Carefully,” she instructed with pointed words. Jahara was more than capable of repairing the damage herself. Avoids below, she’d cracked heads with other krogan numerous times before and she’d made it a point to educate herself in the upkeep of her equipment. However, the sincere offer to help from Keelo soften the steel wall Jahara kept up around her a notch. Besides, the opportunity permitted her the chance to study the young quarian a bit more.
Jahara sat herself on one end of the bed, not trusting the desk chair to hold her weight. She held out the supply package and tools to Keelo. “Everything should be in there.” she said with a deep tone.
The krogan female also pulled out her Acolyte pistol. Not knowing when they’d see action next, Jahara felt better cleaning her weapons immediately after each use to ensure they were primed and ready to go. She dismantled the pistol into its separate components with practiced ease. Using a small cleaning kit from her bag, Jahara scrubbed at the dirt and grime on the pistol’s handle. Without taking her eyes off the task at hand, she asked, “So, why is one so young as yourself as far from home and your people?”
Jahara asked as she knew little of the customs of the quarian people. Really, she wasn't sure how young Keelo was, it was more the impression she picked up from him. She’d never seen a quarian child come through the monastery, even though there had been a handful of humans in the short time humanity entered the galactic picture.
Her blue gaze settled on the turian medic as Brann shared his name and function aboard the Shanxi. Jahara didn’t think she imagined it when the dark look passed over Lucianus’s face. There was slightly haunted gleam in his eyes for a brief second, but it was enough for Jahara to recognize it. It was a feeling she knew all too well. Living past an event which altered one’s life irreversibly.
Honestly, she was getting to the point of wanting to pound Domitian’s face into the floor. Maybe, he would finally shut up then.
... may I introduce Ariana Genasia, ship's engineer," Brann said, looking to the asari. "She will be keeping this vessel in shape, and she may be able to help should problems arise with your own equipment. She is rather skilled where technology is concerned."
The armored krogan contemplated the aforementioned asari. Perhaps one of the few alien species she felt the most at ease with. Jahara definitely was going to seek her out after their ‘tour’, but only for the supplies needed for her helmet.
As they were taken through the rest of the ship, Jahara kept the exposed side of her face hidden in the hallway’s shadows as much as possible. For the most, the crew didn’t give much reaction to her standoffish and stoic posture, which was fine with her.
She broke away from the group to remain in the hangar a bit longer. The krogan decided to explore the ship more on her own later.
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Aimlessly wandering through the ship’s halls for 15 minutes, Jahara arrived at the corridor of the crew’s living quarters. The brief talk with the asari involved much raising of eyebrows in mild surprise as they studied each other. However, they quickly got done to business over the materials and tools Jahara needed to fix her helmet. Ariana was insulted at first that Jahara refused to let the asari do the repairs, as though the asari were incapable of repairing a freaking helmet. Nope, Jahara carried no such opinion of the engineer’s skill, but if it still stung the asari’s pride, there wasn’t much the krogan could do about that. Ariana more likely didn’t want to lend out her tools complete strangers.
The said supplies sat snug in one arm at her side, while the other hand carried her bag. Passing by teammates settling into their rooms, she turned around momentarily when the sound of stumbling body on metal drew her attention. The human male and the whelp were arguing about something, but she didn’t stopped to catch what it was.
Nearly at the end of the hallway, Jahara simply picked one of the empty rooms without much fuss. All the quarters were going to be cramped for her. However, before she passed the threshold into the small room, someone called to her.
"Um, excuse me," An oddly clear voice rang in the hall. Jahara glanced over her shoulder. The quarian stood outside his room, smiling with nervous energy and fidgeting on his feet. If it was any other alien, she’d said he was acting ridiculous. However, the quarian touched a feeling in her that she normally kept on a tight lid on away from the monastery. He spoke up, hailing Kalros. "My name is Keelo, and, well, I couldn't help but notice that you damaged your helmet during that fight."
Jahara turned around completely, giving Keelo her full attention. “You are correct, youngling,” the biotic krogan stated stiffly. “Butting heads with another krogan, usually has that affect. Especially ones induced by the blood rage.” Especially when BOTH krogan were being driven by it.
"If you want, I would be willing to try and fix it for you. I'm rather handy with tools and equipment, so, if you'd like, I could have a look at it. Assuming this ship has the necessary materials, that is. I won't make any alterations, I swear," Keelo offered "I could look at the voice modifier as well. Th-That is, if you don't mind a quarian handling your equipment..."
Jahara stared at the male quarian hard in silence for several moments. Raising a three-fingered claw between them, she placed the middle digit's tip under Keelo's chin and carefully grasping the edge of the helmet with a forefinger. With incredible gentleness, Jahara slowly turned the quarian's head from side to side a time or two. Mostly curiosity on her part, the female krogan was intrigued by the race's dependence on their envirosuits so much to survive. It was also frustrating difficult to read their expressions beneath the tinted glass. Discerning for ulterior motives, she only spied sincerity in his offer and a natural curiosity. Satisfied, the arm dropped and she backed away before the quarian could potentially pass out from fright.
With little fanfare, she shrugged her head towards her quarters, indicating for Keelo to follow. Squishing into the tight room, Jahara dropped her bag to one side and the package of supplies on the bed. Without a word yet, the biotic krogan raised both arms to release the catches latching the helmet onto her armor. With only a slight grunt of pain from her right shoulder, Jahara lifted the black helmet revealing a tan smooth domed crest unlike the rigid crests of krogan males. Several minor scars of a hard life decorated her maw, neck, and crest and a pair of the clearest blue eyes peered back at the quarian.
With a slow movement, Jahara passed the damaged helmet over to Keelo. “Carefully,” she instructed with pointed words. Jahara was more than capable of repairing the damage herself. Avoids below, she’d cracked heads with other krogan numerous times before and she’d made it a point to educate herself in the upkeep of her equipment. However, the sincere offer to help from Keelo soften the steel wall Jahara kept up around her a notch. Besides, the opportunity permitted her the chance to study the young quarian a bit more.
Jahara sat herself on one end of the bed, not trusting the desk chair to hold her weight. She held out the supply package and tools to Keelo. “Everything should be in there.” she said with a deep tone.
The krogan female also pulled out her Acolyte pistol. Not knowing when they’d see action next, Jahara felt better cleaning her weapons immediately after each use to ensure they were primed and ready to go. She dismantled the pistol into its separate components with practiced ease. Using a small cleaning kit from her bag, Jahara scrubbed at the dirt and grime on the pistol’s handle. Without taking her eyes off the task at hand, she asked, “So, why is one so young as yourself as far from home and your people?”
Jahara asked as she knew little of the customs of the quarian people. Really, she wasn't sure how young Keelo was, it was more the impression she picked up from him. She’d never seen a quarian child come through the monastery, even though there had been a handful of humans in the short time humanity entered the galactic picture.
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