[ Something flickers through Nihlus' eyes, but it's there and gone in a blink. He watches Saren wordlessly for a moment before answering. ]
I don't know. Considering it's you and me now, I think there's something going on. There's also woman who'd just posted to the network who seems to have been woken by something similar.
I took some scans and samples from the banquet but if there was anything in the food, it wasn't anything that my omni-tool could pick up. Not too surprising considering any microbiology would be alien and that'd throw off the baseline reading, but...
[ Running his thumb over the curve of his jaw horn, Nihlus closes his eyes. ]
My 'bad feelings' haven't really been wrong very often, have they?
[ Not even on Eden Prime. He'd just... trusted Saren more than he'd ever trusted himself. ]
[ Saren takes a minute to go through the network post Nihlus brings up, scowling slightly as he did so. ]
The humans symptoms' are similar to what I experienced, and I presume you shared that sensation of illness as well.
[ Surprise surprise, Saren doesn't sound too thrilled about having something in common with a human if the displeased tone is anything to go by. Certainly not when it involved a mysterious illness of sorts. ]
I've never doubted your intuition. It's why I opted to not go through with the genetic modifications.
Nihlus is sidelined enough that he doesn't think to comment on the subject change, a look of pure bafflement on his face. It's followed slowly by the dawning of realization. ]
Did they ask you for help with a biotech project? Because I swear to every spirit in this hellish universe, I didn't realize that was his name.
We've done this scam before, you and I, [ Nihlus puffs with a little Turian wink. ] I direct someone suspicious to you as a resource. Then we yank their little scheme out from under them if it turns out my hunch is right and they're up to something supremely shitty.
[ Stretching his arms up in front of him, the younger Turian grins and takes a moment to properly settle into his seat for the incoming conversation. ]
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Date: 2017-05-05 10:43 pm (UTC)I don't know. Considering it's you and me now, I think there's something going on. There's also woman who'd just posted to the network who seems to have been woken by something similar.
I took some scans and samples from the banquet but if there was anything in the food, it wasn't anything that my omni-tool could pick up. Not too surprising considering any microbiology would be alien and that'd throw off the baseline reading, but...
[ Running his thumb over the curve of his jaw horn, Nihlus closes his eyes. ]
My 'bad feelings' haven't really been wrong very often, have they?
[ Not even on Eden Prime. He'd just... trusted Saren more than he'd ever trusted himself. ]
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Date: 2017-05-07 11:54 pm (UTC)The humans symptoms' are similar to what I experienced, and I presume you shared that sensation of illness as well.
[ Surprise surprise, Saren doesn't sound too thrilled about having something in common with a human if the displeased tone is anything to go by. Certainly not when it involved a mysterious illness of sorts. ]
I've never doubted your intuition. It's why I opted to not go through with the genetic modifications.
[ He's not going to comment on Eden Prime. ]
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Date: 2017-05-10 09:03 am (UTC)[ For trusting him. Or at least believing him.
Exhaling quietly, he turns away from Saren for a moment, staring at the network post he'd left open on another screen and gathering his thoughts up. ]
I'm going to see a physician later today. Get a second opinion on the matter.
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Date: 2017-05-19 02:58 am (UTC)[ Saren falls silent after that, uncomfortable with the sincerity in Nihlus' voice. ]
Did you really think to send a human calling himself Reaper to me? Was that one of your poor ideas of a joke, Nihlus?
[ He sounds a little tired and wary as he asks. But hey, smooth change of topic. ]
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Date: 2017-05-20 10:30 am (UTC)[ Who? What?
Nihlus is sidelined enough that he doesn't think to comment on the subject change, a look of pure bafflement on his face. It's followed slowly by the dawning of realization. ]
Did they ask you for help with a biotech project? Because I swear to every spirit in this hellish universe, I didn't realize that was his name.
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Date: 2017-05-23 02:10 am (UTC)[ On the screen, Saren could be seen rubbing his temples with his claws, letting out a sigh. Sometimes, he wonders about Nihlus' decision making. ]
Code name, I presume. Dare I ask you're reasoning for sending this project along to me?
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Date: 2017-05-23 06:00 am (UTC)[ Lacing his fingers together, Nihlus plants his chin atop his knuckles before adding, ] Aaaand I kind of want you to keep an eye on things, maybe?
[ Turians don't have puppy dogs, but have some puppy dog eyes, Saren. ]
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Date: 2017-05-26 03:27 am (UTC)[ Saren snorts. ]
In what way?
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Date: 2017-05-27 03:39 am (UTC)[ Stretching his arms up in front of him, the younger Turian grins and takes a moment to properly settle into his seat for the incoming conversation. ]
So, share me the deets and lets work it out?