She found herself by the cargo elevator leading to the hangar, and Keelo was there too, clearly about to take it.
"Keelo," she said in greeting. "It's nice to see you again. How are you finding the ship? You seemed pretty excited about it earlier."
Noticing movement out of the peripheral of his one-way mask, the quarian in question turned towards the voice.
"Oh, Melanie," he greeted with a disarming smile that he was confident that she couldn't see. "Yes, it is very fascinating. I loved the tour that they gave us. I was hoping to explore at my own pace at some point." Keelo sheepishly rubbed his arm and chuckled a bit. "Although I don't think they want me going near the drive core."
"Vehicles of all sizes fascinate me, but I am particularly drawn to military-grade starships. The amount of energy output required in order for them to function in a full-pitched, heated battle... The specs must be amazing compared to civilian vessels," he mused. "Most of the military vessels at the flotilla have been repurposed for civilian usage, so it is rare that I get to see a frigate that matches its original specifications. In fact, I have never been on a turian ship before. I'm interested to know what additions Elkoss Combine made to the ship when they procured it."
Keelo rubbed the back of his neck. "But I could geek out over starships all day. I was just about to take the elevator down to the cargo hold, if you are also headed that way. I hear some of the others are shooting down there," he explained.
Stepping into the elevator, Keelo waited for it to descend to the hangar. He looked over at Melanie. "How are you feeling? You look much better than before," he noted, able to tell that Melanie was no longer wincing or hunched over with pain. He was relieved to see that.
"It seems like the crew of the Shanxi is very busy," he also noted. "We must be departing from Omega soon." He was about to say something about how he'd like to get away from the station as quickly as possible, but he remembered that Melanie was from Omega and he didn't want to offend her. "You are from Omega, aren't you? Will you miss it?" he wondered as the elevator settled on the cargo bay's level.
He stepped out of the elevator with Melanie, listening to her reply. He nodded politely and listened intently, curious about what her life was like. Although they were frequently interrupted by the sounds of gunshot ringing out ahead of them, Keelo intently observed her response. However, before he could get a word in, the quarian was grabbed by Cogwedg.
“You, help. Need more hands. Maintenance, spot check,” the salarian said as he pulled the other engineer to his table, which had already become quite a mechanical mess in what was less than an hour. “Can watch, but hands busy,” he told Keelo, handing him looked to be mods.
"Ah!" Keelo exclaimed, looking at Melanie apologetically was he was pulled away and brought over to Cog's work table. He was surprised that Cog set one up so quickly.
The quarian was given a rifle with a modded scope. Although these were custom mods, they were things that Keelo was used to. Weapons usually had a standardized design to make them more mod-friendly. Keelo inspected the scope and the firing mechanism of the weapon keenly. The nostalgia of being in a weapons mod business washed over him.
“Can use any of equipment. Careful of explosive devices - don’t push any buttons.”
Keelo nodded and then blinked. "Wait, what?"
Brask watched as the others followed his lead in the shooting contest. He observed each of the following competitors with silent interest. Like the others, he was sizing up his teammates. For all the bravado and hot air, that's what this shooting contest was really about and he knew it.
The krogan grunted as Askari finished last, hitting all of the cans. "Hmph," Brask grunted dismissively. "I prefer to be in the thick of the bloodshed anyways. You don't get a rush picking off targets from three blocks away. Talk about watching the fun from the nosebleed section." A large grin crawled onto his face. "Next time, we should do hand-to-hand."
"You know, krogan don't have a monopoly on hand-to-hand combat," Ariana pointed out with a calm, competitive glint in her eyes.
"No, but we've definitely got an edge. You should see our bar fights after one too many ryncol," Brask boasted with a grin.
Despite his words, Brask sized up his competition. As he expected, Domitian proved to have good shooting skills. He had a feeling that his bite was as good as his bark. Brask wondered about the human too. It seemed that his primary role was that of a sniper. Askari definitely had the aim to reflect that.
The krogan was most interested by Ariana, however. He knew that the asari was rough around the edges enough to be a grease monkey, but he didn't expect her to have almost as good aim as he did.
"Well, that was fun," he muttered. "Anyway, if you all want to challenge me again while not using smart aim, you know where I am," he added with a good-humoured grin.
He cricked his neck and began walking away from the group, back towards the elevator. He noticed that Keelo and Melanie had also come down to watch, and that the quarian had been pulled into helping the eccentric salarian.
Brask shook his head. "I'm gonna go get settled in. Maybe look around the ship. See what's on the menu. If we're going to be spending a lot of time here, I want to know we're not choking down pyjak meat. I've got my standards," the krogan said as he walked away.
He wondered when the best time to talk to Kalros would be. He figured he'd wait. She probably wanted to talk with her turian son.
The krogan grunted. Along with good food, he also hoped that they'd have alcohol on the ship. If nothing else, it was good for breaking the ice. He had a feeling he'd need it given some of the company around here.