[Repairs were nearly done and despite food supplies running short the quarian still would not allow Javik anywhere near the Commander's quarters to help remedy the diminishing food supply. It was doubtful the Commander would ever realize her fish were missing. After all, it's difficult to miss something when you're dead, but saying that had upset the quarian. Primitives and their attachments...peh. They had even buried the defunct synthetic as though it had been alive. At least the Commander had probably gone out in a blaze of glorious battle. The synthetic simply went silent.
He will always regret not making use of the airlock.
So instead of taking advantage of the ready supply of food swimming around the Commander's unused room, Javik was forced to set out and look for his own meal on this strange tropical planet. By himself, out of preference, as there is no one more skilled at hunting than a Prothean. Anyone else accompanying him would set him back.
A crash had interrupted his hunt, and he followed the source of the smoke, assault rifle in hand and trigger finger at the ready. The creature emerging from the wreckage was human...not threatening in the slightest, though he does halt his step and narrow his four eyes with suspicion.
Perhaps he could kill this human and return with its skinned meat to feed to the crew; he could use the amusement of tricked cannibalism. But instead of unloading a round while the human proves distracted (because the thought that had crossed his mind was simply a joke), he speaks, voice low and weapon held at the ready.]
I do not recall ships crashing this frequently in my cycle. Humans must make for terrible pilots.
[Somewhere a few miles away Joker and Cortez feel a chill of loathing wash over them.]
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He will always regret not making use of the airlock.
So instead of taking advantage of the ready supply of food swimming around the Commander's unused room, Javik was forced to set out and look for his own meal on this strange tropical planet. By himself, out of preference, as there is no one more skilled at hunting than a Prothean. Anyone else accompanying him would set him back.
A crash had interrupted his hunt, and he followed the source of the smoke, assault rifle in hand and trigger finger at the ready. The creature emerging from the wreckage was human...not threatening in the slightest, though he does halt his step and narrow his four eyes with suspicion.
Perhaps he could kill this human and return with its skinned meat to feed to the crew; he could use the amusement of tricked cannibalism. But instead of unloading a round while the human proves distracted (because the thought that had crossed his mind was simply a joke), he speaks, voice low and weapon held at the ready.]
I do not recall ships crashing this frequently in my cycle. Humans must make for terrible pilots.
[Somewhere a few miles away Joker and Cortez feel a chill of loathing wash over them.]