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LOG. OPEN. SHENANIGANS WELCOME.

who. Kirrahe (

motivationalspeaker), OPEN
what. A Choose your own adventure style log. Kirrahe's out gathering intel and exploring and you get to decide where you meet him
where. We'll get to that.
when. Any time during the week.
warnings. Nothing as of yet, will update accordingly.

Scenario I: Zeta District- If one is to be stuck somewhere for an extended period of time, it's a good idea to get a feel for the neighborhood. Poke around in corners and all that, get weird looks from NPC's. Like moving into any new place.

Getting to know the neighbors is probably a good idea too. He's not going door to door introducing himself or anything, but he's more than happy to chat with anyone who approaches.

Y'know, assuming you don't come at him with a shotgun. He's prepared for that, too.

Scenario II: Afterlife- Outside or inside. If outside, Kirrahe is hanging around near a group of whiny alien NPC's, nonchalantly listening in to whatever random conversation they're having. The elcor bouncer keeps giving him weird looks, but Kirrahe doesn't seem to care.

If inside, he's doing much of the same, though is likely spending much of his time cloaked (most likely how he got in in the first place 8U). If he's not hanging out near a random wall, he'll be at the bar. You'd be surprised how much information you can pick up from a bunch of drunks.

Scenario III: Omega Market- Seeing as Kirrahe's weapons and equipment are outdated by a good three years, you bet your ass he's going to be out price checking. Whether or not he'll actually be able to afford any of this stuff in the near future remains to be seen. Still, weapons can make for interesting conversations.

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This guy wasn't the first person Kirrahe had come across that wasn't familiar with this place's weapons, and from what he'd heard around, he was sure he wouldn't be the last. In any case, Kirrahe didn't like sharing his own personal information. It was only fair not to prod into someone else's.

Crossing his arms, he glanced over at the weapon the human pointed out.

"Ah. That's a sniper rifle. They're designed with a built in scope, and can hit a target from a long range. That style of rifle is deadly in the hands of someone with the right training. The fact that you haven't seen any mercenaries with them is unsurprising. Snipers make a point of staying hidden. During combat situations they generally stay away from the main groups, usually setting up somewhere with a good view of the battlefield."

He shifted a bit and leaned against the counter, nodding toward a display of smaller guns.

"The sniper rifle is reliable, but they usually aren't good for close range combat unless you have a good cloak. A smaller side arm like a pistol or sub-machine gun is a good back up weapon to carry with you."

"Cloak?" That's a word he hasn't heard before, at least in the context of clothing. He doesn't think the salarian is talking about a cape you wear.

No, indeed it was not. Kirrahe didn't mind explaining, at least. Truth be told, he rather enjoyed it.

"Tactical cloak. It renders the user invisible, making them damn near impossible to spot on the battlefield. It's usually employed by infiltration classes, often military. I'm honestly not sure if any of the mercenary teams on Omega have groups like that. I doubt the Blood Pack would, at least."

Invisibility. Once upon a happier time, such a claim would've earned nothing but scorn from Dun. But that was a time before time travel, advanced technology and aliens. Now, he gives the matter his full attention, committing this tactical cloak to memory.

"You mentioned a sub-machine gun? That is the type that unleashes multiple projectiles with each pull of the trigger, correct?"

"Yes, that's correct. Some are fully automatic, others fire in bursts. I'd say they're ideal for beginners. They don't require as much precision training as a sniper rifle or pistol, most are small enough to conceal easily. Without mods they don't have a lot of stopping power, but the rate of fire is usually more than enough to make up for it."

Since they were already chatting about guns, Kirrahe points out another display.

"If you're looking for something rapid fire that packs more of a punch, I'd recommend an assault rifle. It's the same idea as the SMG, just bigger and designed to deal more damage."

"I was wondering about that," Dun mutters. "Is there any benefit to using an assault rifle compared to the..." He pauses; what was it that the salarian had called it? He clicks his fingers as the name comes back to him. "...sub-machine gun? And what about the projectiles? Do they all use the same type of small stones?" Another big give-away about how far off Dun is from his time.

"An assault rifle generally deals more damage than an SMG, and has better accuracy. As far as I've found out, most of the modern weapons use the same style of heat clip. Admittedly, I'm a few years behind on it myself."

'Stones'? Come to think of it, if this guy was referring to ammunition as stones, he likely had no idea what a heat clip even was. Feeling it may be rude, if not at least a bit awkward to ask just how primitive this guy was, Kirrahe figured it was best to change up the subject. At least for the time being.

"Ah, my apologies. We've been sitting here chatting this whole time, and I never even bothered to introduce myself. My name is Kirrahe, I've just arrived here recently."

Dun finds the sudden change in topic suspicious, but other than a faint frown he nods at Kirrahe and introduces himself as well.

"The name's Xiahou Dun. I've been here a month. A pleasure to meet you, Kirrahe."

And because Kirrahe's been nice enough to explain things to him, Dun actually obliges the salarian with a simple and casual Chinese salute. Dun is actually slightly amused at the situation; this is the first time he's greeted someone courteously since he's been here, and it's to a cricket-frog creature, not a human. Kirrahe probably doesn't even know that Dun is giving him a bit more respect than he's shown anyone else, but after a month of living in Omega Dun has come to realise that a lot of the subtlety that comes with Chinese culture isn't shared with everyone.

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It was a different sort of greeting than Kirrahe was used to when it came to dealing with humans. Considering most sapient races had hands, basic hand shaking had become a common universal form of greeting regardless of species. He wasn't sure exactly how to respond, so he decided to just keep it simple and gave Dun a friendly nod.

"Likewise. I've heard the mercenaries around here can cause quite a bit of trouble, to survive for even a month is nothing short of impressive."

Dun snorted; he doesn't mean any disrespect to Kirrahe, but calling a one-month survival in Omega as impressive isn't very a very impressive thing to Dun.

"It's hardly impressive. Perhaps the giant ugly ones are hard to take down, but once you get close enough to cut they all bleed the same."

He is playing down the mercs actual capabilities; his ribs are still healing from a Blood Pack ambush around his first week on Omega and the recent Adjutant event hadn't done him any favours either. But Dun will not give the mercenaries a single shred of acknowledgement if he can help it. In his view, they're nothing more than untrained trigger happy and bloodthirsty scoundrels.

"They know how to aim, I'll give them that much. But I've yet to meet one that can provide me with a real challenge."

"Assuming by 'giant ugly ones', you're referring to the krogan, I'm afraid I must disagree. They're difficult to put down even with superior fire power. Getting close enough to cut one of them is a very good way to get your head caved in."

Kirrahe couldn't tell if this guy was overly confident or was actually capable of putting down a krogan with nothing but a blade. If it was the former, Dun here probably wouldn't last too much longer. False bravado wouldn't help against an angry krogan, much less an angry krogan charging at you with a shotgun.

On the other hand, this guy probably did kick that much ass. It certainly wasn't impossible, Kirrahe was personally antiquated with a salarian that had successfully killed a charging krogan with a pitchfork.

Well, there was really only one way to find out.

"Either way, it sounds like you're certainly more than capable of protecting yourself. I can't help but wonder what sort of combat training you have."

"We don't use such fanciful terms where I'm from, but if you are enquiring about my fighting skills then yes, I have had training. In fact," and at this point he draws himself up a little more and grins a cocky smirk, "I'm the best fighter in my country. There's none that can withstand the might of my sword arm."

And as boastful and arrogant as he sounds now, the simple fact of the matter is that he's probably speaking the truth because in the whole Wei faction there is none who can beat him in a one-on-one fight.

Well he sure as hell sounded confident. Still, being the strongest person in your country didn't mean much when you were stuck in a space station full of violent aliens a few hundred years in the future. It was unlikely that a sword could do much against a rocket launcher.

"That's quite the bold statement, human. I can't say I know anything about swords, but I wouldn't think them too effective in a setting like this. I must admit, I wouldn't mind seeing you in action at some point. Even if your techniques are outdated by today's standards, you still have an edge over most of Zeta District."

At least this guy had some form of combat training. A lot of the people Kirrahe had come across on Omega were sitting ducks at best.

Those rocket launchers have been a problem of late, yes. During the Adjutant attack, Dun had been pinned down by panicked mercenaries who had been shooting at anything that moved, human, alien or adjutant. Rocket launchers were a nuisance to deal with, considering that the users liked to hide up in far off places to try and shoot him down. It wasn't as direct a fight as he'd like it to be and it took longer for him to cross the distance and cut them down.

"It would be difficult, if one were a novice. But I've fought my way out of an archer's ambush and the concept is nearly the same. Stay behind cover and advance when you can."

His smirk takes on a slightly menacing turn as he fondly remembers skewering a certain archer who thought it'd be fun to shoot an arrow at his eye.

"Most long-ranged weapon users seem to think that they've got a permanent advantage. The fools."

But that's enough about him. It's time for him to ask Kirrahe some questions too.

"What about yourself? You seem like a soldier who knows how to get things done."

Well, Kirrahe had been prodding at this guy for a while. It was only fair that he answer a few questions himself. After a brief look around to ensure they weren't being listened in on, the salarian relaxed and gave the human a quick nod.

"That would be a correct assumption. I'm a member of the salarian STG, or special tasks group. Specifically, I'm a Captain with the 3rd Infiltration Regiment. I'd be happy to answer any specific questions you may have."

"Well, you can start with explaining what a special tasks group is in the first place." There weren't organizations for this specialized sort of shadow warfare back in his time. There were assassins, but never a government division for them. Most assassins were free-lancers.

"Certainly. The STG is a salarian espionage organization. We specialize in infiltration, our tasks include counter-terrorism, recon, assassination, and sabotage. My people aren't known for great physical strength, we generally try to avoid direct confrontation whenever possible."

Hence Kirrahe's affinity for sniper rifles. Why fist fight a guy when you can drop him with a single shot?

"So you infiltrate enemy bases and spy on them."

Ah, so they're indirect fighters. Dun normally doesn't think much of them, but he's spoken to a few salarians and seen how weak they physically are. And he does recall an event where a batarian beat up a salarian till his body was like jelly, all broken bones.

If their bodies are naturally weaker than they had to make up for it in a different way. Dun still doesn't like that kind of fighting, but it's the best they can do.

"How many infiltrations have you seen? I'm guessing you use the sniper rifles and the cloak in your work. Are the STG trained in hand-to-hand combat as well?"

"I've been on many missions. More than I can count, and all of them classified, I'm afraid."

He certainly wasn't trying to be unfriendly, that's just how the STG operates.

"We're trained in multiple forms of combat, hand-to-hand techniques included. Sometimes parameters change, we have to be prepared for the unexpected. We aren't always physically capable of overpowering an opponent, most of our hand to hand training revolves around improvisation and using an opponent's body against them. I worked with a salarian who once killed a charging krogan with a pitch fork."

"It wouldn't be shadow warfare if there were no secrets involved."

Dun does understand. He's been a soldier before and you just don't question your orders; you just do them.

"A pitch fork? I would've liked to see that. And I'd like to see what you can do as well. Decent sparring partners are hard to come by and I feel my skills slacking already. If you've got the time and if you're interested, how about you and me go a few rounds?"

Kirrahe looked a little surprised for a second. Pretty much the last thing he would have expected from this chat was a request for a spar. He turned the idea over in his head for a moment before speaking again.

"You know, I wouldn't mind that. It's rare that I have the opportunity to practice. Gives me a chance to learn something new as well. I'm available pretty much whenever, salarian sleep cycles leave us with a lot of free time."

"Good. I will be waiting at this apartment tonight." He passes Kirrahe the address to a four room apartment; not his home, but one which he is actually outfitting for a different purpose altogether. "I will admit, I look forward to this. I haven't had a decent fight ever since I've been here, I fear my skills may be deteriorating."

Kirrahe saved the address in his omni-tool. This wasn't how he'd planned on spending his evening, but honestly he was rather looking forward to it himself.

"I'll be there. Any specific time, or do you have a preference?"

"Between 7 and 10. I have some work I need to do so knock and I will see you in."

It's not how Dun envisaged his evening either, but he's itching for a good fight and if Kirrahe can deliver than he's in for a good time.

Well that was a great chat between the two, but time is ticking and Dun needs to get back to work. Nodding at Kirahhe, he says, "Unfortunately, I have to return to my work. I have enjoyed our meeting and I shall see you later. My thanks for the advice and the good conversation, Kirahhe." He repeats his earlier salute, reiterating his respect for the salarian before he turns and leaves the store.

And bye bye to you too, new buddy. Kirrahe hangs around doing whatever it is that salarians do.

[OOC: Shall I scoot on over to Dun's log for shenanigans~?]

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