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“Are we there?” it panted “Is this Andromeda?”

A batarian male stumbled directly into their line of fire He looked around at the weapons trained on hie Sweet, soft, like perfu like that could sood

“Jalosk?” Borbala Ferank whispered, lowering her weapon “Jalosk Dal’Virra?”

His eyes seemed to focus when he heard his name Jalosk rolled his head blearily toward her voice, then took in the whole of Sleepwalker Team Blue-7 The batarian went ashen, turned, and explosively vo bile, blood, and the blackened relass like a river of hell

7 CONTROL

Yorrik watched thelass It was painful For a creature whose language wasa ent vo bo crash of sound The newcoainst the sealed door of the medbay

“I knew it I kneas a batarian!” Irit Non seethed

“Dal’Virra Don’t listen to the her pistol No one, in fact, had lowered their weapon They’d only leapt backward to avoid the splatter of his insides against the glass “Don’t say anything You kno they are” She turned on the rest of the “Can’t you stow your provincial pitchforks for half a second? Can’t you see he’s sick?”

“Increasing concern: Perhaps it is unwise to get too close,” Yorrik said No cryopod hangover was this bad No matter howthat color And so much of it

No one listened to him

The lared malevolently at her out of all four eyes “Stay away from me, mother of worms,” he snarled Saliva pooled on one side of hisquite right

“K, identify the batarian bosh’tet on the med deck!” shouted Senna’Nir

There are no batarian males currently present on the med deck

“God dammit,” the commander said He leveled his weapon at the roaned and stared listlessly out of his four eyes “Sir!” Senna barked

“BT566,” he moaned