Fimis Celia
Noob
Name: Fimis Celia
Race: Salarian
Occupation: Medic/???
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Post by Fimis Celia on Apr 27, 2015 19:06:39 GMT
Celia didn't lower her gun because Calistaris had ordered it be done, but because of Vil's sheer . . . Vil-ness. She blinked as the gun now pointed at the floor in front of her, although she wasn't going to let it go. That would be incredibly stupid of her, since on her person the only other things she had were her clothes, her omni-tool and her cybernetics.
The medic wanted very much to tell Vil to hush, concerned with his safety and the fact that his loud mouth could get him into a lot of trouble if he wasn't careful. "You BOTH talk too much," said Celia as she shifted her stance and took another, very small step forward while Cali wasn't watching. She just needed to get close enough to be able to spring at the pair of them. . . .
"She referred to a single entity employer while you were asleep, Vil. She has taken jobs for other marks, but never in the Ward. She does not know the layout well, having moved here recently. And she was 'merciful' and offered me the chance to run and leave the clinic in tact." At this point the salarian looked at Cali. "Your appointed task was to . . . send some sort of message?"
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 27, 2015 23:28:34 GMT
The constant and frantic speaking drove Cali mad. "Would you shut up!" She said, quickly punching Vil on the side of the ribs. "Spirits, sound more like a salarian scientist than a turian." She commented, locking him in again.
Cali nodded, getting a little more comfortable in her position with the blade still near Vil's neck, slowly circling around Celia to gain distance. "I suppose you can say that. Remember that politician that almost died under your watchful eyes? He was an informant to my employer." She began explaining, pulling Vil closer as she backed up a few steps. "They had a few operatives to watch over them as well. They're 'out of commission' now." She explained, quickly using her biotics to pull her gun back to under her foot. "The only loose end is you. You are to be used as a display to show that if you harm an informer, that if you are unable to protect an informer, that if you betray the trust of my employer, you will be punished severely." She explained, her eyes trained on Celia's stance.
"Pretty easy to find too. Not everyday you hear of a genetically modified female salarian with a cybernetic arm working as a medic." She grinned, trying to trigger some kind of bewilderment and fear inside of of Celia. "What was it that happened again? If my memory recalls, you were hand selected before you hatched to be genetically modified and led away from the dalatrass role. The genetic mutating left you barren and unable to fulfill that role in society. At the age of 12, you left Sur'Kesh to come to the Citadel. You were chosen to be a doctor for a dying politician." She continued, unable to help but smirk under the mask. "My employer loves giving personal info on any hits, really gets them confused. Tell me, how close was I?" She asked, taking a quick glance around the open public space they were now in.
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Post by Vil_Sixtus on Apr 28, 2015 4:49:26 GMT
"Me first though? Excellent. You're clearly quite loyal to your employer. They pay you well or at least offer you security, unlikely for any gang. They also have informants in salarian politics. They were able to hire a cabal as well, you're quite the bidding war. Shadow broker most likely? Ah yes, the mask would be a good indicator. Perhaps taking refuge in audacity?" Why won't he stop talking? "Or just trying to set a red herring. But if you were really here to kill her, why did you smash the equipment? Celia didn't do this, no she's far too cheap to use her own equipment for cover. And was that a shotgun I spied by the cabinet? Batarian model, still illegal on the citadel. But back to you, and the primary question. Why haven't you simply teleported your way out of here if you have no real intent of killing her? Perhaps you don't trust your employer as much as you say. Unlikely to be a recent dispute, no, must be a soft spot for medical personnel? Much as I'm enjoying this, C-Sec is indeed on their way here and you lack military training, so the smart move may be to get out before the squad cars show up. Oh, and since you've arrived without a vehicle a hostage would only slow you down."
Finally done speaking, Vil would reach his free hand up, gently starting to pull her hand away from his throat. Please don't ask him how he knew the lack of vehicle or that anyone would call c-sec. He won't stop talking!
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Fimis Celia
Noob
Name: Fimis Celia
Race: Salarian
Occupation: Medic/???
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Post by Fimis Celia on Apr 28, 2015 14:31:20 GMT
Celia let out a long, low breath. Not many people knew that much about her personal life and history. ESPECIALLY the "genetic modification" bit. It was unsettling, to say the least, and Cali had certainly accomplished that part of her task; but fear was the furthest thing from the salarian's mind.
"The assessment you gave is close enough," said the medic. At least Calistaris hadn't gone blabbing about more damning information, and for that Cel was grateful.
Her eyes roved around the area they were in. Most of the crowd had left, too scared to hang around, but there were still a fair amount standing around, held in place by their curiosity, who had heard all of that. They were also around to hear Vil's little spiel, which seemed considerably more interesting. A few omni-tools flashed into existence at the conclusion of the turian's speech.
"He is not wrong," Celia spouted quietly as she moved in step with Cali, refusing to let her gain any more distance in between them. "Just release him if you want him to stop talking." She pulled her pistol back up and aimed carefully, not for the hitman's head, but for her leg. She did not intend to kill, but to wound, to slow her down.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 28, 2015 21:09:53 GMT
Cali looked at the gun pointed in her direction and was annoyed by the constant droning of Vil, feeling him tug at her arm. "You want to keep him safe that bad, huh?" She pondered, realizing it wouldn't be long before C-sec reached even this part of the ward. "Fine, he'll live." She promised, a smirk under her mask as she drew the blade back. "But not without the wind getting knocked out of him." She grinned, a blue force over coming her right hand as she forced Vil away with enough power to send anything but a full sized Krogan flying for a few feet. The force wouldn't kill him, nor would the landing, but it'd definitely give him a good toss. Cali then teleported blindly.
She reappeared on Cel's left flank. Not exactly where she wanted to be, but it worked. She attempted to reach one hand out to keep the gun pointed away from her, followed by her free hand forming a fist to aim for Cel's solar plexus.
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Post by Vil_Sixtus on Apr 29, 2015 0:05:57 GMT
Vil would go flying a few feet, hitting the ground, still awake but not in any condition to fight. Short post is short.
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Fimis Celia
Noob
Name: Fimis Celia
Race: Salarian
Occupation: Medic/???
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Post by Fimis Celia on May 6, 2015 15:22:57 GMT
(( Okay, well that was a fun vacation, but I am back and roaring to get into this again! ))
"Vil!" Celia cried, taking a half-step forward before hesitating, seeing Cali disappear from sight. The smart thing would have been to keep moving, surely, but so caught off-guard was the doc that the thought didn't cross her mind until it was too late.
The appearance and motions of the turian out of the corner of her left eye was barely any warning at all. Celia turned as she felt pressure against the weapon and felt something slam into her chest right below her breast bone on the right side. It just missed Cali's mark. The salarian let out a startled wheeze and stumbled backwards, coughing and blinking away the pained tears that had formed in her eyes. Without armor, that really, REALLY had hurt.
Cel, despite all of this, reacted lightning-fast. Her actions were only delayed by a second or two.
Courtesy of her steel and carbon implants, the salarian straightened up and dove at the turian. Although left open for a frontal assault, she was prepared for it as she twisted her torso around so that her shoulder aimed straight towards Cali's face. It would hurt and likely crack the mask if it connected, seeing as that was her metal shoulder.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on May 7, 2015 1:41:21 GMT
Cali was too in the heat of the moment to focus on warping out before the tackle connected. It did indeed crack her mask, but she quickly reacted by hooking Ceila's head under her arm and falling back, bringing her head down with her and onto the floor. She then stumbled to her feet and felt her mask. It wasn't chipping apart, but it was cracked from the top, down the center, and over to the right eye. An alert sounded on her omni-tool, which caused her to move and pick up her shotgun, holstering it on her back.
"I guess we'll have to continue this some other time, Ms. Celia." She said as she began limping away. "Hope you don't remember faces well, I'd love to meet with you on different circumstances." She said, looking back at the salarian. "You seemed like a very nice individual." She said, then looking at Vil. "And you... Well..." She began, stopping and shaking her head.
C-sec sirens started getting louder now, in which it caused her to start blinking to move undetected. She passed the clinic, looking inside. She could crash it now, or let it be... She looked at the cabinet she had crashed into earlier, then out at the people who were better well off enough to be on the citadel, but still suffered financially. She let out a brief sigh and left a note.
"I think the punch to the gut and head drop to the floor was enough of a message," the note began, having been placed on the broken cabinets. "So if you'd like, I can pay for the damages to the cabinets. I don't know how I'll do it anonymously, just know I will." It stated. There was no name at the bottom to say who it was from, but it was pretty clear simply by the context.
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Post by Vil_Sixtus on May 10, 2015 7:46:57 GMT
Taking well over a minute to get back on his feet, Vil looks at the recovery bed he was using to support himself, stumbling over to another one, wiping the bits of glass off it. "Yahsron made some enemies then, did he?" Ok maybe he smacked his head on the ground. Or maybe he's unfortunately perfectly fine. "Anyways, I'll be going out tonight. I take it we can assume no shop clean-up for tonight?" I wouldn't be surprised if Vil was half-salarian. Or a salarian in a turian costume. Or an STG brain transplant experiment. Point is I need some filler to make this post seem like I know how to write, and this'll work for now.
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Fimis Celia
Noob
Name: Fimis Celia
Race: Salarian
Occupation: Medic/???
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Post by Fimis Celia on May 11, 2015 17:25:39 GMT
It'd be accurate to say that Celia let out a loud squeal as she and Cali tumbled down and smacked hard onto the floor. She fell limply forward and lay splayed out on the floor, groaning while stars danced in front of her eyes. As the turian spoke, she managed to push herself up onto her elbows and look up with a pained grimace.
Cali's words were only met with a soft groan, but Celia wasn't about to give up so easily. Pistol still in hand, she twisted her arm around and, as the other female began blinking in and out of existence. She couldn't get a lock on at--ah! As Cali paused for a brief moment in front of the doorway, the salarian took her shot. It was aimed towards the turian's knee, nowhere vital but somewhere that would be extremely painful and damn near impossible to go without treatment on.
There was a final blink before Cali disappeared completely from sight and sound. The salarian let out a long, low breath before struggling to get to her feet again. The very few people who remained after that whole show looked too nervous to approach her or Vil and help either to their feet again. And the loud sirens that were now in the forefront of the noise pollution scared off even more of them.
"Firolor?" wheezed Celia, her attention finally turning to Vil again. Her eyes narrowed and she looked her associate up and down very carefully, looking for anything out of place--any injuries he might have sustained and was too stubborn to admit were there, anything like that. "No. No, there is NO way he would be associated with the Shadow Broker."
Cel took a moment to look around as she stumbled to her feet. She took in all the potholes and scratches and dents (which blended in nicely with the look of the Wards anyway), then peered into her clinic itself. As she stepped beyond the threshold of the doorway, the note caught her eye and she grabbed it, lifting it up in line with her gaze. She frowned.
"I doubt your employer will think the same," she muttered as she looked again at Vil with a hardened glare. "You know, having some help to clean this place up and 'explain' what happened to C-Sec would be appreciated." The emphasis on the word "explain" and the tak-tak-takking of clawed boots behind them indicated that Celia probably wasn't interested in telling anybody the truth of what happened here.
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