CHARLATAN.

toughchoice:

    “You caught me,” Reyes jokes, all in a good natured tone. He raises his hands before dropping them back to his waist. In truth, he doesn't want Vetra's contacts. He has his own scattered about like stars dotting the sky. No, he wants her as a contact. She already has cultivated friendships on both sides of the line and a place on the Pathfinder's ship.

    “At least let me buy you a drink before I try to poach them, though.”

exiledtodie:

    Both of Reyes' hands rise in a placating gesture. Otherwise, he kept very still, as if he has stumbled across a viper's nest and hopes to escape quickly and quietly. Business with the Outcasts can be messy, but it pays well.

    But he will remember this next time. Sloane doesn't seem to want friends here on Kadara. She just wants to be led to the docks and get her things.

    He releases his breath, drops his hands to his hips and jerks his head towards the door. “This way.”

I mentioned this a few days ago but I tend to put unrealistic pressures on myself and end up burning myself out on writing. So I took a bit of a break.

I’m here, though. I’m gonna work on a few things. Hope you’ve all been well.

galaxiiie:

    Well, at least Ryder is well informed. Reyes can respect someone who goes through that much trouble to know exactly what they are getting into—and he should know, it's something he would do himself. He takes a moment to draw nonsensical patterns with the tip of his index finger into the condensation on his glass.

    The grin he fixes Ryder with, though, is rakish. “You want a favor already, huh? For you, I will.”

    He wipes the tips of his fingers onto his pants and stands, sauntering off with the confident swagger of someone who has the world in his pocket. In some ways, he does. Kadara Port is the only major settlement on the planet, and everything flows and travels under his scrutinizing gaze.

    It's nice to be the ‘king’. For now.

    Reyes returns with small shot glasses. He slides one her way. “It's the expensive salarian shit. It might taste awful, but it's got a kick. And a price tag.”

Emerges from the grave.

I’m so glad that it was confirmed that Reyes is latino.

roadsonward:

    Ryder's cheating. And oh, how Reyes approves of it. If he had biotics, he'd easily be doing the exact same thing.

    It's more difficult than it looks to find a flat, smooth rock. Most of Kadara is pockmarked from corrosion of the water. To think that the angaran once came here before the water filters in the port were in place makes Reyes' stomach churn just a little. The last way he wants to go out is from his insides melting. He bends, picking up a suitable candidate.

    Reyes tests his arm in a dramatic fashion and closes one eye as if it'll improve his aim. When the rock flies from his grip, there's no blue of biotics to help him along. It skips once, twice, a third time before disappearing beneath the deep blue of the water with a disappointed splash.

    “Don't worry, I'll hold you to it for when we can,” he says, turning back to Ryder.

Every time I see that ON HOLD: wait for trouble to come calling picture I just imagine that popping up and five seconds later Reyes calls Ryder asking for a favor (and if I’m not mistaking that’s also the lead up to High Noon so also #accurate).

Nothing could possibly go wrong at all. Ever.

willreignite:

     “They're stronger than they look.”

     The angara in question delivers a haymaker that makes even Reyes wince over the edge of his glass and draws noises of pain from the crowd. There's also that little trick with electricity they can do—a nice counter move to biotics if need be—but this brute doesn't need that, it seems. “Faster too. Wouldn't recommend going one-on-one with them.”

bloodled:

     Oh, that he has. It's all the buzz among the angaran residents of Kadara—their greatest enemy turns out to be themselves. The fear and worry about missing loved ones or what could become of the soldiers in the field is palpable. That, and the return of the Moshae. Vehn Terev is also a popular subject, though one people tend to spit after mentioning.

     “What do you want to know?” Reyes asks in turn. There's a lot to the Andromeda Initiative, more than what can be summed up in a few sentences.

exiledtodie:

    Ah, Sloane Kelly, ever the charmer. He can practically feel the warm and fuzziness rolling off of her—if warm fuzziness had a loaded gun and a room full of armed thugs with loaded guns, of course. Reyes plants his feet firmly, and he puts his hands on his hips. The urge to cross his arms is quashed quickly. He won't show weakness here and now.

    “You think I'd be here otherwise?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. There's doing good business, and then there's being stupid. And Reyes is not stupid. “I'd offer to help move it but... you seem to have plenty of fine men with strong arms here.”

exiledtodie: KING AND QUEEN OF KADARA PORT exiledtodie: SLOANE IS THE BRAWN, REYES CALLS HIMSELF THE ARM CANDY

roadsonward:

    “That's what I like about you, Ryder,” he says, gesturing in her direction.

    The datapad is the remnants of one of his latest jobs. There had been a line of cargo coming from the krogan settlement on Elaaden. There will be a lot of unhappy customers if he doesn't retrieve the cargo. More so if he doesn't retrieve the data he'd been running, as well. People will pay exorbitant prices for information on the colony, it seems.

    Not that he blames them. Without Ryder, it'd been the Milky Way's only success. He laughs. “You take initiative. And have that fancy AI.”