
As you blindy trudge along the narrow corridors of the small ship, you come upon upon a humanoid. From the instinctive grunt it makes when it sees you, you know it's a batarian.
BATARIAN MOOK
Hah! Can't believe my luck! Found the golden goose *and* that S.O.B. Drelep is nowhere to be seen! This wild goose chase was worth it after all! Sorry Drelep, but I'm gonna cook this goose my self. Yes, this will feather that presidium nest nicely.
(it seems he thinks you can't hear him; he then turns towards you, with his assault rifle pointed straight at our head.)
Let's see those claws! You seem to have been basted nicely. Not for long, not for long. Now to only get off this tarnal heap of junk.
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