Agent Feron

Feron. A colourful drell, both in looks and language. If you need information, he can supply. He don't work for free though. If you're nice to him, he'll be nice to you. Because we all know the galaxy is just a real nice place...

[ferondrell]

Push and Shove

[thetrashbird]

ferondrell:

PREVIOUSLY ON…

Feron lead them down the spiral staircase towards the main stage. The bar stretched out before them. Recently wiped down and still damp–Feron noted–after leaning against it. The club was empty aside from the dancers warming up, and the barkeep moving stock out from the backroom. There was a drink, half empty and unattended, on one of the tables closest to the bar.

Feron looked about.

Asara’s face turned a bright blue, almost matching the Asari Feron had walked up to. It took quite a lot of effort to keep her jaw locked closed to not look like a complete dumbass.

“Um… Oh, ah, hi,” Asara stuttered after looking at the other woman’s hand for too long. “I’m Asara Orkus. Though, don’t know if it was such a great idea saving his hide.”

She gave an awkward laugh, rubbing down the plates of her head. That joke was a bit out of line. ‘Spirits, fuck, I’ve not improved on the whole humour thing’. Asara’s mandibles flared in embarassment.

An eye brow plate raised as Asara shuffled into one of the empty chairs.

“Safe houses?” She said.

[ferondrell]

Feron sat back in his chair while Liara leaned forward, perched on the edge of her seat. Hands folded on the table before her. Feron saw her fidget her feet under the table. He dragged her eyes up her body when he thought she wasn’t looking.

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[thetrashbird]

Asara eyed Feron. There was a bit to tension between the two. Something she figured she’d never understand.

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[ferondrell]

Liara sat back with a smile, “That is great. Do not give me the coordinates, even I do not want to know.” The asari booted her omnitool, “I am sending you a way to contact me in an emergency. Please only use it in an emergency. If you need me I will remain in touch with you through Feron’s omni-tool through heavily encrypted message.” 

Feron arched a brow, “Hold up, where is it that we are going? Please let it be someplace dry...”

[ferondrell]

“You’re one persistent pain in the ass.”

((Things haven’t been easy lately.))

[ferondrell]

((More art and rp coming soon~! 

EVERYONE EXCITED FOR ME: ANDROMEDAAAAA???))

[ferondrell]

Push and Shove

[thetrashbird]

ferondrell:

PREVIOUSLY ON…

Feron lead them down the spiral staircase towards the main stage. The bar stretched out before them. Recently wiped down and still damp–Feron noted–after leaning against it. The club was empty aside from the dancers warming up, and the barkeep moving stock out from the backroom. There was a drink, half empty and unattended, on one of the tables closest to the bar.

Feron looked about.

Asara’s face turned a bright blue, almost matching the Asari Feron had walked up to. It took quite a lot of effort to keep her jaw locked closed to not look like a complete dumbass.

“Um… Oh, ah, hi,” Asara stuttered after looking at the other woman’s hand for too long. “I’m Asara Orkus. Though, don’t know if it was such a great idea saving his hide.”

She gave an awkward laugh, rubbing down the plates of her head. That joke was a bit out of line. ‘Spirits, fuck, I’ve not improved on the whole humour thing’. Asara’s mandibles flared in embarassment.

An eye brow plate raised as Asara shuffled into one of the empty chairs.

“Safe houses?” She said.

[ferondrell]

Feron sat back in his chair while Liara leaned forward, perched on the edge of her seat. Hands folded on the table before her. Feron saw her fidget her feet under the table. He dragged her eyes up her body when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Liara nodded attentively at Asara’s question, “A place that would be hard to find. Preferably off any records. Which I understand is asking a lot.”

Feron eyed the half empty glass Liara had on the table, trying to place the contents in the glass by look alone. Is she drinking beer?

“Should I collect some favours?” Feron said, blinking up from the glass to rub a thumb into the scales above his brow. “I can think of a few that live off-grid.”

Liara rolled her lips together and gave a low hum before answering. “I have a few concerns with your contacts.”

Feron stifled a laugh, “A few? You don’t like the sound of blackmail bunk buddies? I can’t believe you don’t approve of my friends…” He tossed his hand, snickering.

Liara bit the inside of her lip to hide her smirk and shot him a look. Be serious!

[ferondrell]

Feron folds his arms across the desk and rests his forehead into the crook of his elbow. He mutters his insecurities to the floor and lifts his face to his data pad when it pings a message. He presses the heel of his palm to his mouth and leans into his hand. The message is from Liara.

Welcome home. I am glad the job was a success, and that you are safe. Well done, Feron! It is too quite with you gone, I missed you. Meet you for dinner later?

“So fucking cute...” Feron mumbles, reading the message. He rests his forehead back against the desk, “Damn it.”

[jessopcolter-deactivated2025100]

Ugh I have such feelings~ I can’t fucking wait for more mass effect news!!!

[bbwind]

[jessopcolter-deactivated2025100]

OH. MY GOD. What are they saying WHAT ARE THEY SAYING

[solomon-volfovich]

[ferondrell]

Push and Shove

[thetrashbird]

Previously on…

Asara shook her head flinging her hands up in dismay.

“Oh no it wasn’t… er – you.” She said. “I actually feel… better… in a lot of ways.”

Asara nooded deeply, “This was – good – yeah this was good.”

Asara wanted to say thank you but decided to keep that to herself. She followed Feron down the hall and back into the club. Pulling up beside him realizing she didn’t know who this Liara was.

“Liara?” Asara’s brow plate raised by an inch. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about this problem.”

Feron stopped at the bar. The music of the club throbbed in Asara’s ears and she struggled to keep her focus on the Drell.

[ferondrell]

Feron lead them down the spiral staircase towards the main stage. The bar stretched out before them. Recently wiped down and still damp–Feron noted–after leaning against it. The club was empty aside from the dancers warming up, and the barkeep moving stock out from the backroom. There was a drink, half empty and unattended, on one of the tables closest to the bar. 

Feron looked about.

“Feron,” Liara said, having just stepped out of the bathroom in the back. Wiping the back of a wet hand down the side of her dress. 

Feron spun around with an eagerness he had meant to hide.

Liara stepped quickly to embrace him and they held the pose for more than a moment. Feron tucked his face into the crook of the asari’s neck. Liara slid her hands between the drell’s shoulder blades to hold him closer. 

Liara was the first to pull away. With a soft exhale she narrowed her brow and jabbed a finger into the centre of Feron’s chest. 

“I can not believe you,” Her nose crinkled against a scowl, and she took his hand to press the new omni-tool bracelet into his palm. “You look like shit...”

Feron only laughed, albeit a little nervous in pitch. There was a more relaxed line to his shoulders and a lightness to his voice. “I feel like shit. Liara, this is Asara.” Feron turned to gesture at the tall turian woman standing at his side. 

Liara looked up. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Asara. I am Liara T’soni.” She held her hand out to shake. “Feron has already informed me of how you saved him, and of...what happened. Though I want to make sure you are aware of the gravity of the situation, and know that I am here to help you.”

Liara gave a sideways glance at Feron. The drell having newly equipped the omni-tool and booted it up to check his files. He powered down and dug into his pocket to retrieve the ghost drive. 

He made a face, “Sorry if I didn’t get all the blood off it.” 

He rubbed it against the sleeve of his jacket before passing it to Liara. 

She smiled down at it, holding it between finger and thumb, “Thank you, Feron.”

Liara addressed Asara again, and held a hand out to the table with her half finished drink. “Let us sit and talk, but first thing I’d like you to think about is a possible safe house you and Feron could stay at.”

[solomon-volfovich]

For @magicferry 

With love,

Your Feron

[ferondrell]

Damage Control

[ferondrell]

[Naya–Previously]

Feron blinked thoughtfully while he listened. The dark curve of his eyes aided to the shadows that masked his face. Turquoise light drew rings in his irises, and he inclined his head to the side. Naya wasn't looking at him, and he had to lean to see her face.

"Surgery?" He murmured, "I'm sorry, Naya. I...at least hope the medication is helping." He hugged her. "I've been there."

Feron paused, letting out a sigh through his nose. "Look at us," he began, "We've really been through shit." He pressed his lips to the top of Naya’s head, "But we're still here."

The lighting shifted to a soft purple glow when the house lights turned back on. The crowd mingled and flocked to the bar. Electronic lounge music filled the void the band had left. A steady beat that kept many dancing. Feron watched those who dispersed from the crowd. Most looked like regulars. They way they held a conversation and drew the eye. They were looking to attract. To have a good time. Dance, drink, fuck. He looked for people who stood or sat alone. The hooded figure. What really caught his interest was that they were drinking water. Marked by the glass it was served in. Feron narrowed his eyes. They weren't doing a good job of blending in. Was that intentional? Feron shifted to allow Naya easier access to the pocket the flyer was in.

The figure had their omni-tool out. Were they recording? Scanning? Feron wanted to check his omni-tool for anomalies. To make sure he wasn't being hacked. In the brief moment he looked down and back up, he missed the turn of the hooded figures face. They had look in their direction. Feron only managed to catch a glimpse of their jawline. Thanks to their omni-tool light, he saw the shape of their chin. He made sure not to stare.

Another drell?

He whispered down to Naya. "Don’t look yet, but there's someone with a hood sitting in the chair past the pillar. I think they're watching us."

[ferondrell]

Damage Control

[ferondrell]

[Naya – Previously]

Their public displays of affection were getting Feron hard. He shifted against the pressure in his crotch, keeping himself contained, and sighed against their kiss. Hopeless, he thought in curse, You’re hopeless.

It had been awhile.

With their foreheads pressed close he gazed into Naya's eyes, and found the tension she was trying to hide.

"Hey..." he pulled her closer and wrapped both arms around her shoulders. He took pause, and squeezed a hand to her shoulder. With eyes lifted his gaze drifted out into the crowd. No one drew his attention. Not that he looked too hard. His focus was split, and he found himself clenching his jaw.

"I'll ask the questions, and you can throw the punches." He hummed a pause, "Speaking of questions, are you...doing okay? I'm tired of talking about myself. You..." He scowled at the top of her head. At the scars.

The hooded figure settled back to poke around their omni-tool. Eyes fixated on the drell all the while.

[ferondrell]

Push and Shove

[thetrashbird]

Previously….

Asara woke with a startled snort. When had she fallen asleep? The last thing she remembered was hair, no wait, Turian drink straws. She shook the thought out of her head instantly regretting the decision as a rush of pain overtook her. She relaxed and let it subside.

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[ferondrell]

Feron startled, “Hey–Uh! Good morning.” He pulled his underwear on with a colorful flush to his face, still scrambling to get dressed. Asara jumped up and ran from the bedroom. With the curtain pulled aside, Feron exchanged a look with Evrik. The drell still in the midst of pulling up his pants.

“The poor dear,” Evrik said. A claw pressed to the v-shape of his mouth, as he watched her run to the bathroom.

Feron grabbed a coat to pull over his light armor, and joined Evrik by the table. “Can’t say that’s the reaction I usually get when someone sees my ass,” he laughed it off. The old gear still fit well. Black and grey platting, a little worse for wear in a few places but nothing he was concerned about. It fit snug where it mattered and allowed for easy movement. The only reason he had stopped wearing it was because he had found new gear with more pockets, and better shoulder plating. He had put it aside as a spare. Good thing too. Feron sat down at the table, waiting for his dizziness to pass. The spinning in his head moved through his stomach. No. Don’t...Breathe through it.

Evrik chuckled, “Don’t think much of it. She’s hungover...and gay.”

Feron blinked up from pulling his boots on, “What?”

“Trust me. I can tell.” Evrik placed a hand over the point of his chest and clicked his mandibles, “Gaydar.“

“Oh, okay, so like when you outed me over dinner when I was 16?”

“Gaydar,” Evrik repeated, “A gift from the Spirits...Coffee?” The turian poured his share into a mug.

Feron shook his head, “No, not right now. I’ll come back to collect my things after I talk to Liara.” He stood up with a grunt.

Evrik patted him on the shoulder as he passed, “You’ll be fine.”

Feron sighed, “Thanks.”

He rounded the corner and stepped into the hallway. Nervous hands were fidgeting with the collar of his armor when he heard his name.

He turned to see Asara step out of the hallway bathroom.

“Hey,” he pocketed his hands in his jacket. The material looked leather; probably Varren. A much more durable material than his previously worn jacket. “Sorry about...that rude awakening. How are you feel–er, never-mind, I can guess. You feel like shit. I’m sorry about that too. I really haven’t been much help. Which is why I’m going downstairs to talk to Liara. She’ll know what we should do next.”

[linxspiration]

[ferondrell]

Damage Control

[ferondrell]

[Naya – Previously]

Feron huffed a laugh, “You’re joking? You’re not joking...A hidden message–” Feron took the flyer, “I feel like a kid again. Is this...glue?”

He stroked his chin and flipped the flyer back and forth in his hand. Usually his freckles went unnoticed against the saturated color of his scales, but under the UV-A light they stood out like constellations. The stripes at his neck caught the same glow, and snaked under his coat collar.

“Not much help is it? It’s not translating.“ Feron looked back at Kander Bel, who had taken to watching them now. He guided Naya into the tunnel so that they could stand behind the dividing wall at the back of the crowd. A low stone archway gave them some cover. Feron took a scan of the hidden message with his omni-tool. Having to re-position the flyer multiple times in the light.

“I’m sending this to Liara,” he said, the orange glow of his omni-tool winking out. “If it’s not translating it might not be a word. Maybe something made-up. She might be able to dig something up. Gods...someone had fun organizing this rally.”

He leaned his back up against the wall and inhaled deeply. The smoke was thicker in the tunnel and he smelled the mist of alcohol in the haze. For a moment he lost himself in it; the sights, sounds, smells. He fell back into himself and looked over at Naya. To get lost in her...

Their scales blushed with neon glow in the black light. The crowd swayed and jumped to the pulse of the music. An asari and turian twisted tongues together, while two quarian felt each other up in the far corner. Feron arched a brow at Naya, “Since we’re here, might as well enjoy it.”

[ferondrell]

Damage Control

[ferondrell]

[Naya – Previously]

Feron's hand brushed Naya's lower back as he stepped past her to lead down the stairs. The music moved through them in heavy thrums. Rich vibrations that crept into Feron’s throat and coaxed out an accompanying hum. The bass swelled in his chest and he exhaled against the sharp tang of smoke. Neon lights dimmed and concentrated over the front desk. A circular, raised platform, that housed most of the instruments for sale. Some of which looked better suited for battle than music.

The ceiling was covered in thick black netting. A safety precaution for loose rock. From the net hung an assortment of antiques–metal, plastic, glass–Feron didn't recognize half of what was hanging over him. He recognized a great deal of human items, even a few pieces passing for drell. Most of it was junk. Crates and shelves packed the walls and corners of the room. Loaded and overflowing with items. It was a lot to take in.

To the left, stretched a tunnel. Where the store split off and the concert seating started. Square tables and chairs tucked under thick arching walls. Creating compartmented lounging ares, and a faux feeling of seclusion within the bustle. With every chair full, the rest of the crowd took to standing near the front of the stage, or in line at the bar. At the far end of the tunnel, before a metal gate that blocked anyone from going further into the mines of Omega, stood the stage. A salarian and two humans were at the source of the music. One of the human's sat to the side of the stage with his omni-tool hooked up to a larger keypad display, tapping out a beat, and blowing out smoke from a thin pink stick. The bartender, situated along the wall behind a metal railing, was flipping metal canisters and pouring five drinks at once. The grey shapes of the tunnel were cast in blue light, and the worn floor matched the flaking of the walls. The service tunnel hadn't changed much. Pieces had been added, but nothing had been taken away. Holo-ads hovered over the rock and metal. Graffiti and posters created a collage of imagery on the surface that separated the tunnel and store. Feron eyed an animated display pinned near the center of the wall. A video loop of an animated asari dancer. Next to it was one of the rally flyers.

Kander Bel looked up from his stool, and put down his data pad. “Here for music or merchandise?”

Feron paused in the doorway, weighing his options. A moment of hesitation as he thought it through.

He could ask about the flyer, sure, but he could easily be turned away and then what? This was their best lead so far. He couldn’t blow it quizzing Kander Bel. Who may or may not know anything. The flyer itself couldn’t be the key. Could the people handing them out have said something? A password of some sort?

“Music,” he said, and turned left, leading them closer to the posters on the dividing wall. Now he noticed that there was more than one flyer. He glanced to Naya. Looking down the curve of her back, and then back up to her eyes. Their conversation was kept private over the volume of the music. He leaned towards her to speak.

“Lets talk up the crowd before we try Kander Bel. This flyer can’t be all there is. Maybe a...password or something from whoever was handing out the flyer.“

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For the next hour my muse cannot lie and is insanely blunt to any questions they get on anon