Midnight Paragon
Savior of Dusk
The Naga
The Naga drifted lazily among the cosmos, it's steel hull glinting slightly with the light as it stayed a fair distance away from the large, asteroid-like city of Omega. On the outside, the Naga was a sleek, simple ship, not much larger than the great Commander Shepard's Normandy, but the inside was like the belly of a stuck pig. A dark maroon colored the steel walls of the inside of the Naga, casting an eerie glow over the entire inside of the craft, but other than that, the Naga had a very standard inside. It's crew was scattered all over it, with the majority inside the Rec Room, which took up a fair portion of the ship. The Naga's Captain, Graw, liked to relax on his off time, and had taken many painful measures to ensure his ship had ways to entertain him. But unfortunately for the Captain, he was not there today; the battle scared Krogan sat in the Captain's chair on the bridge, looking over a holomap as the holographic form of the Turian Councilor, his arms crossed, stared at him from the other side. Graw had his hand on his forehead, leaning into his chair as he heaved a heavy sigh.
"Are you sure you want us to do this? You do understand that something like this doesn't come cheap, right? It's going to take some serious credits if something like what you mentioned happen, and not much less even if something doesn't happen. You're gonna be putting a lot of faith in us hired guns."
The Turian Councilor laughed lightly, shaking his head.
"Not all the credits you're going to get come out of my pocket. There's more than just my money riding on this job, old friend. The consequences are dire should you fail, but.....I've heard many things of the Red Threshers. I know you won't fail me, Graw."
Graw sighed once more, shaking his head while a low laugh pierced the silence between them.
"What you ask is beyond anything we've done so far. I'll talk to my crew first, then i'll message you back with our answer. Good talking with you again, Terv."
The Councilor bowed with a slight smile.
"Likewise, Graw. I hope it's good news you'll answer with."
The hologram faded away and Graw was alone once more in the Captain's Chair, staring out at the large space map floating in midair in front of him, several planets and locations having been marked by the Councilor. Graw was nervous; a feeling he hadn't felt since the War of the Reapers. What Terv asked of him was both mysterious and dangerous, and it was hard to say if the reward was worth it. This was a big enough decision where he needed to hear the opinions of the people he trusted; his employees. His finger hit a button on the side of his chair and he spoke into the intercom, his gravelly voice echoing throughout the ship.
"All hands, report to the Bridge immediately. I don't care if it's Taco Night either, you can stuff your faces later."
Graw let his finger fall off the button and sighed. He detested having to say stupid things like that, but he had heard more than one complaint about people missing Taco Night or Chinese Night or whatever they served down there. Graw wasn't even sure half the time; he took most, if not all his meals, alone. He shook his head and crossed his arms as he waited for his crew to arrive, the bunch of slowpokes.
The Naga drifted lazily among the cosmos, it's steel hull glinting slightly with the light as it stayed a fair distance away from the large, asteroid-like city of Omega. On the outside, the Naga was a sleek, simple ship, not much larger than the great Commander Shepard's Normandy, but the inside was like the belly of a stuck pig. A dark maroon colored the steel walls of the inside of the Naga, casting an eerie glow over the entire inside of the craft, but other than that, the Naga had a very standard inside. It's crew was scattered all over it, with the majority inside the Rec Room, which took up a fair portion of the ship. The Naga's Captain, Graw, liked to relax on his off time, and had taken many painful measures to ensure his ship had ways to entertain him. But unfortunately for the Captain, he was not there today; the battle scared Krogan sat in the Captain's chair on the bridge, looking over a holomap as the holographic form of the Turian Councilor, his arms crossed, stared at him from the other side. Graw had his hand on his forehead, leaning into his chair as he heaved a heavy sigh.
"Are you sure you want us to do this? You do understand that something like this doesn't come cheap, right? It's going to take some serious credits if something like what you mentioned happen, and not much less even if something doesn't happen. You're gonna be putting a lot of faith in us hired guns."
The Turian Councilor laughed lightly, shaking his head.
"Not all the credits you're going to get come out of my pocket. There's more than just my money riding on this job, old friend. The consequences are dire should you fail, but.....I've heard many things of the Red Threshers. I know you won't fail me, Graw."
Graw sighed once more, shaking his head while a low laugh pierced the silence between them.
"What you ask is beyond anything we've done so far. I'll talk to my crew first, then i'll message you back with our answer. Good talking with you again, Terv."
The Councilor bowed with a slight smile.
"Likewise, Graw. I hope it's good news you'll answer with."
The hologram faded away and Graw was alone once more in the Captain's Chair, staring out at the large space map floating in midair in front of him, several planets and locations having been marked by the Councilor. Graw was nervous; a feeling he hadn't felt since the War of the Reapers. What Terv asked of him was both mysterious and dangerous, and it was hard to say if the reward was worth it. This was a big enough decision where he needed to hear the opinions of the people he trusted; his employees. His finger hit a button on the side of his chair and he spoke into the intercom, his gravelly voice echoing throughout the ship.
"All hands, report to the Bridge immediately. I don't care if it's Taco Night either, you can stuff your faces later."
Graw let his finger fall off the button and sighed. He detested having to say stupid things like that, but he had heard more than one complaint about people missing Taco Night or Chinese Night or whatever they served down there. Graw wasn't even sure half the time; he took most, if not all his meals, alone. He shook his head and crossed his arms as he waited for his crew to arrive, the bunch of slowpokes.