Subject: "Noyance, you're not wearing that."
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Posted on: 2015-07-31 18:46:00 UTC
The Guardsman looked down at his clothing. "What? It's not inappropriate or anything. Shorts, shirt, webbing, equipment-- what's wrong?" He idly twiddled with his laser screwdriver. "I have the right to do this, you know."
"I'll tell you what's wrong," replied Naya, fiddling with the RC's disguise generator. "You're working. On a beach. On your off time. That's what's wrong here."
"But we need to test the solar power umbilical power supply," said Terabyte, raising a finger. "A sunny beach would be the perfect place to fine-tune the system. Furthermore, you do know about my platform's recent battery problems..."
"Yes, fine, I get it," grumbled Naya. "I hope you two nerds have fun with your science experiments. Emiran, don't get sand everywhere or I will personally have you clean TB's micro-servos with a cotton swab."
The Guardsman fake saluted. "Whatever you say, ma'am. Say, what disguise did you pick this time?"
Naya shrugged. "Human. It's a pretty okay body, if a little unnerving. They have five fingers. Five! that's, like, two too many."
"Will you use your real face for this?" asked the Guardsman. "Come on. It's been a while since we're working together. Can I at least know what you look like beneath that visor?"
"Nope!" said Naya cheerfully as she applied the disguise to herself. A moment later, she was transformed into an Indian woman with wavy black hair. She wore a simple black one-piece bathing suit. The disguised quarian grabbed a beach towel from the RC table and said: "So, are we gonna go or what?"
"Let's go," said Terabyte and typed in a command on the console. A portal opened in the middle of the RC, leading to the beach. "Emiranlanoamar, I'll get the equipment ready on this end. Please take the solar panels and the wiring outside."
"Got it," said the Guardsman, grabbing a folded-up array of solar panels and moving through the portal. "I'll give you a shout when I'm ready."
Naya snorted and made a dash for the water. "Later, losers!" she yelled. As she ran across the beach, she looked up at the sun and felt the breeze across her skin. Ah, freedom. Thank goodness for disguise generators: apart from the clean room, they were the only way to escape her environmental suit. Up ahead, there was a blonde woman in a white t-shirt. Naya shifted her course slightly to avoid running into her and barrelled past the Reader. "'Scuse me, coming through!"