Snippet #1900923

Kyril looked up as he saw his two new "owners" walk in. According to the Warden, he'd been "bought" by some corporation. Next thing he knew, he'd been put through a very realistic simulation and then directed into this room. He'd been there the longest, having waited several hours and ordering several glasses of Turian brandy, supposedly on the house. Looking up, he saw krogan, a human, a quarian, and a geth. The last two were a very peculiar combination, and had a high chance of fatality for one of them. The krogan rambled on about some job they had been given, and then the rather sassy human made some remarks and told them to follow her. Maybe it was all the alcohol in his system, or perhaps he just didn't care, Kyril pulled out his M-12 and pointed it at the human.

" That so? And why should I even come along with you? I could kill both of you right here and leave. I don't know much that can survive a couple shots to the face."

The quarian and the geth had started bickering, and surprisingly enough, the quarian was a biotic. " And you two shut up, especially you flashlight head."