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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Scenario III: Omega Market- Seeing as Kirrahe's weapons and equipment are outdated by a good three years, you bet your ass he's going to be out price checking.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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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 Even if your techniques are outdated by today's standards, you still have an edge over most of Zeta District."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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