OOC: Sorry for this short post, couldn't think of much else to type.
Tyler looked at Saya, his eyes widening in curiosity. "What is it? I'm open to new ideas, even if boss over here isn't." He laughed, giving Elanius a look that said "I'm-sorry-please-don't-hurt-me".
"I'm up for slaughtering the Batarians, if no one else has a better idea." Tyler chimed in. If they helped, the colony could possibly see them all as heroes. "If we help out thaws colonists, then maybe even after the retrofitting they can help us, in case we have to hide somewhere, need supplies, or something else happens." So far, the slaver job sounded the best to him.
Tyler looked up from his beating of the dummy to see who had spoken. Taking a moment to ponder the question, he replied. "Hm. I've...never actually thought about it like that before. You might actually be right." He went back to beating on the dummy, but ended with tripping it, then ramming the baton into the throat. Sure enough, it was much quicker. He smiled, taking a few deep breaths. "You were right!" he said. There was definitely more to the kid then met the eye.
Tyler got up from the table, and returned from his cabin. He returned to the table, placing down a large bottle of Asari hard liquor. Being his last bottle of any alcohol he had in his room, this was highly treasured. He entered the kitchen, snatched up 3 shot glasses, and called out: "Hey, Max? Sokolov? I say we drink to the mission." Although he was just clearing up, a little more wouldn't hurt. Right?
Seeung the other two crew mates approaching, Tyler pooped the top off the bottle. He then proceeded to pour a rather large amount into the glasses, and distributed them to two other seats. "Unfortunately, I have nothing for our Dextro friends to drink..." he said to Max and Sokolov, raising his own glass.
Tyler turned from his constant beating on the dummy, seeing as both Griffin and Jacob had gotten into the ring. He stepped up closer to the ring, getting himself into a position next to it that had a good view. He chuckled a bit. The two kids' rivalries were finally being settled. Hopefully, it could bring an end to it for once. That, or it could just make it worse. Tyler really didn't care.
"I can drink to that!" Tyler replied, raising his glass higher as well. Hopefully, they'd all make it through this coming mission, and be able to have many more of these toasts to come.
Being the kind of guy who very much enjoyed training and its benefits, Tyler was actually really enjoying the match. He stood there, bouncing up and down abut, maybe enjoying the combat a little too much. As he wasn't really favoring either Griffin or Jacob, he got a bit exhilarated as they both went down. Even though Jacob doesn't have as much training, it's actually pretty even right now... he thought, still watching.
Tyler chugged down the last of his drink, listening to the sounds of conversation and gearing up around him. Finishing his glass, he got out of his chair, leaving it on the table. Hearing Sokolov's statement, he agreed. "Yep, I think that's something all of us can agree on." Hearing that it was five minutes 'till jump, he hurried off into the locker room. He strapped on his black and red mercenary armor, chuckling a bit to himself at Elijah and Saya's rather awkward conversation. He was about to pull on his last piece of armor (the helmet), then the shipped jumped. He cursed under his breath, almost falling intone of the lockers. He heard a loud thud coming from inside the ship, steadying himself. "You guys hear that?" he called, the lights on his helmet illuminating. They were a dark, almost blood red.
Tyler rushed into the engine room, following Max's orders to monitor engine output. Soon enough, the power to lights went out. Letting oh a vetlry long string of colorful curses, he activated his in-suit air filter to filter the stench out of the air, as well as a flashlight on his omni-tool to be able to see better. Hearing Saya's remark about the engine, he replied: "If we can make it to the planet, we may be able to get that fixed too." The red lights on his suit shone in the dark, moving as he punched a few codes into the engine output console. Although he didn't exactly specialize in ship engineering, his days of living on ships when younger were beginning to pay off. Tyler saw Elijah entering tge room, considering the Turian's statement. "We need to focus on the ship right now, as it is literally falling apart. I say we take care of the ship, without risking further damage, then go save the colonists. If our ship falls apart mid-jump, then both the colonists and the rest of us are done for."
Tyler was beginning to get bored with the match , as it was becoming pretty slow. He turned around, thinking of something to do. Soneone was knocking on the door earlier, right? Better go see what that was about.. he thought, heading out the gym to the entrance. In truth, it was probably more important than the fight to see who was at the door, but he had gone to see the fight instead. Turning a corner, he saw Phil and Samantha at the door with a stranger. It was evident Phil was not too happy. "Did I just hear interrogation? That, and why are you talking about HYDRA right now?" he asked, taking a few steps closer to the door, getting a better look at the stranger.
Max gave a slight nod, and set off to assist the few injured crew members with getting to the med-bay. He found a total of 7, either picking them up or assisting them in walking depending on their injury. After all seven were in the Med-bay, he applied medigel to the few wounds he could. "We'll need someone to take care of these guys..." he muttered to himself. Returning to the med-bay to see if either Saya, Max, or Elijah needed help, he overheard the eezo leak situation. "I'll volunteer to go down their and fix it, if Max wants to assist in keeping watch over the stuff up here." he offered, looking at Max for his response.
"Well, I've extensively modified my suit, so it should be able to protect me from all to most of it.." Tyler replied. In truth, although he had attempted to upgrade it with all kinds of resistance materials, he had never actually had to stand up to radiation.
Tyler nodded in response to Max, and looked at Elijah. "Let's get this over with, he said. Starting toward the nearest vent entrance, he tapped a few buttons on his Omni-tool, activating suit thermals, just in case things got extremely hot near the engines. Bending over, he pulled the top off of the opening, wincing at the loud creak. Nodding to Elijah, he jumped in first, and began to make his way through the uncomfortable venting system.
Tyler heard the Turian jump in after him. "Yeah, I guess you're tight. Well, I guess if something makes sense it most likely won't happen." he replied through the comms jokingly. As he managed his way through the vents, he spared a glance at the map. "Looks like we're nearing our destination..." he stated.
"Got it." Tyler replied, receiving Max's instructions. "Hey, Elijah. I'll start on this end of the pipe..." he said, motioning to the far right side of the pipe, "...and you can start on the opposite end. We can go down towards the middle checking for holes." He then proceeded to go to the end of the pipe, finding some small holes as he searched it for damage.
Tyler continued to fill up his side of the pipe, even double checking to make sure he didn't miss any. Hopefully this temporary sealant would hold until they got it fixed. Hearing Elijah's joke, he chuckled a bit. Even though it wasn't the most hilarious joke in the world, it was times like these when he was grateful to have some sort of comedic relief around to lighten the mood. "Well, looks like my side is finished..." Tyler said, observing his side again, "yours?" he asked, looking at Elijah.
OOC: Oooooh, my mistake. XD I'll change that ASAP
IC: Tyler followed the Turian bsack through the maze that was the ship ventilation system. As he came out of the vents, he pulled off his helmet, cool air being expelled from the arnor's collar as it was removed. Even though his suit thermals had been on, he still was a bit hot. "Yeah. That heat even got past my thermals." he replied, wiping the few drops of sweat from his head. "You ever thought about Armor modifications? They help very much, especially in situations like that." With a pause, he nodded to Max. "What now?" he questioned.
OOC: My trigger happiness has become saddened. 
Gotcha, Zimri.
Leaning up against a wall, Tyler sighed. "When we make dry dock, I'm going to need a drink." Upon hearing the alliance had already taken care of most of the batarians, Tyler showed obvious signs of some kind of sadness. In truth, he had been excited by the possibility of going into ground combat, but it was too late now. "Scratch that. I'll need two drinks..."
"Nope! Looking like 3 drinks now!" Tyler exclaimed as soon as he heard more ships were coming. Without saying a word, he walked into the armory. Snatching up his M-11 Mattock, a Predator pistol, and Frag Grenades, he returned to the CIC. "I, uh, volunteer." He said, realizing he probably should have added that before going and getting his equipment. He took his helmet off its magnetic lock on his waist, and pulled it over his head. The combat HUD appeared, already giving read outs of his surroundings and himself. "After the ground team launches, I believe it'd be best for the Errant to pull a bit away. After halfway falling apart, we need to reduce our damage taken as much as possible." He offered, his voice sounding almost robotic from his helmets speakers.
