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Grace Kennedy

How could she have gotten separated again? She had put her goggles on after they were out of the noisy club, was following Norik and now she was here; alone in a crowd. She swore she just went to go see what a vendor was selling, just turned her back for a minute and then he was gone! Ok, ok you can find your way back, it's absolutely no problem.

It seemed like an eternity later but Grace squeezed her way through the masses until she reached the docking bay. She was ready to get back on board, the looks a lot of these individuals were giving her were making her nervous. As she made her way to the ship, thinking of a good excuse to tell Norik so he wouldn't be angry with her, a shout made her turn. Grace furrowed her brow in confusion as a group of batarians came racing in her direction, the shouted rudely for someone not to move and it was only when she realized she was the only one on this side of the dock that the shout was meant for her. Her muscles tensed and her eyes widened, unsure of what to do until the sound of a loud gunshot broke up the scene. She covered her sensitive ears as her eyes darted around, looking for the source. Grace hadn't seen the krogan from before since her goggles were off in Afterlife but something told her this was the same one from the team.

It was only a few minutes and all the batarians were dead. One had been shot so closely to her that spatters of blood had spread across her suit, arms and face. She'd never seen so much violence before or a dead body. All she could do was stare in horror at the gore on the floor until Chim grabbed her arm and she looked at him. "O-ok" She barely whispered the word out as she was drug along with him toward the ship. She would never let Norik out of her sight again.

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Elizabeth Ackerman

The knife shined brightly as she held it up to the light in her workroom on the Sentinel. She'd attempted to negotiate with that scientist but he had been promptly drug away by a group of rather irate batarians. It was odd, to say the least, and disappointing. Cortex wouldn't have the informer he wanted but hopefully he wouldn't be too displeased. Perhaps that asari whore she'd hired for him as a hopeful distraction from his other more destructive habits would keep him happy. Now she just passed time until he awoke so she could deliver the news and they all could hopefully leave this disgusting pit. She rubbed at an already clean blade one more until the faint sound of the airlock door opening drew her attention. They had company?