originally posted in:The New Dojo
"There's gonna be a few gunships...with mini guns...beyond that, nothing else, really." She responds.
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[i]"Okay. Do you guys have any rocket launchers or do I get to use my grappling hook, grenade launcher and some creativity?" [/i]
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"That's up to you, cowboy. Rocket launchers are in the back." The Asari told them, showing them some M-77 Rocket Launchers loaded up in the back of the docking bay.
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[i]JT took one of the rocket launchers, pointing it away from himself and at the roof with a smirk. "Am I the only one with 'Rocket Man' by Elton John in their head now?"[/i]
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"I believe so, my master." Shila replied, before the 'Shadow Broker' interjected with, "I'd say it'd remind me of [i]"Space Oddity"[/i] by David Bowie... because it's what the enemy will think when you blast them into the dark void of space."
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[i]"Heh, yeah. What's their ETA?"[/i]
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"About 2 days. Got you here earlier so you could prepare for when they come. Have about everything stashed away here...mini-nuclear devices, electric weapons, even an old Mako vehicle... any questions?" She asks, turning around to face the two.
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[i]"...What's the catch? No job is this easy or fun without a catch."[/i]
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"...does it count that the hanar also have a giant mech?" The asari had said, a smug grin forming on her face.
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[i]"Nah, I took one out like last month."[/i]
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"Huh. So a jellyfish that's somewhat religious...in a giant mechanical trying to take down the city DOSEN'T surprise you? Interesting." She says, rubbing her chin.
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[i]"I've shot, augmented and probably slept with worse." [/i]
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"Really? Because last time I checked, there were Krogan who secretly f***** breeds of horses, a couple of asari who had fetishes of [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/c/c4/Spacemonkey.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20080727175830]pyjaks[/url]...and that's just the beginning of some of the stuff I've had the displeasure of watching." The asari had replied, wincing as she started listing what she had seen as the Shadow Broker.
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[i]"Long story short: Shadow woman. Tendril fetish." [/i]
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"Heh. Once, my father accidentally walked into an asari who LOVED to eat varren. Had a pet barren with me. My father kicked her a** with her biotics...like I'm gonna do soon enough." She responds, chuckling.
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[i]"You got a vendetta?"[/i]
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"Vendetta? No. Not exactly..." she responds. She most likely wanted to keep this private to a person she'd just met in the face a few hours ago.
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[i]"Alright. You know of any good places to stay 'round here? Me and Shila will probably need a place to set up base." [/i]
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"Of course. There was an old bar called "Eternity" near here that my father used to work at to keep close tabs on me. You may stay there." She had replied, pointing at a stairwell nearby.
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[i]"Nice. Thank you, miss...?"[/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/23/2017 12:43:19 AM"Liara. Liara T'Soni." The now named Liara had greeted.
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[i]"Cool. You joining us at the bar Liara?" [/i]
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"Of course. Would want to see how much alcohol a cyborg cowboy could consume compared to an Asari." Liara had smugly said, moving them through the dock port, riddled with dead corpses of humans and the hangar, and some quarian engineers building some small cannon.
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[i]"Well I'm not exactly able to get drunk Liara, biology and all. -blam!- even I don't know how I do it." [/i]
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"Cybernetics. I know someone who could help at least make you...you know...look more human...hiding the cybernetics, of course. She did help Commander Shepard do the same." Liara had suggested, walking over some rubble, a couple biotic Asari looking toward the Shadow Broker, guarding some door. "They're here. Dojo people; let us in." She had said, as the Asari complied, opening the door for the two.
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[i]"Firstly, thank you bu no thank you. I've got... A lot of experience in cybernetics, and nobody could notice them without a metal detector. Secondly, more my biology than cyberology - I'm no human, though I look like one." JT stepped into the establishment with a friendly smile, looking around him at the sights. [/i]