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"Yes...Captain." he said as he curled his hand into a fist, trying not to turn on the captain "What can we do to help? I can calibrate weapons, but im not exactly the best aim. I wont be effective to help fend of our intruders. Well, unless its deck guns, or modifications to make them deadlier. Sir." he said after the captain finished his speech and his head followed him as he paced around

Although he silently doubted the captains commands in his head. He lived on a freighter that was on the brink of overload, with a bunch of old salarians that for he knows, could have cabin fever... "Were all dead..." he very silently whispered to himself.