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“Dispose of me? What do you mean dispose ofdark?” The presus all over his face The skin on the concave sides of his skull ridges was starting to peel “I demand to be taken to the chief security officer of the Nexus,” he said
At least, he tried to say I demand to be taken to the chief security officer of the Nexus A bout of coughing so intense he nearly passed out choked off reen hands over his esture touched Yorrik, somehow More than touched hi the poor drell of the Keelah Si’yah with that Yoqtan erms to hi in the air beside hi with interest,
as if concerned only hat ht happen next
“Authoritative interjection: I do not think it is him,” the elcor droned
“What do you mean it’s not him?” Non snapped “Why else would this Khar’shan-clan toad be skulking around the ship? Why else would he be awake at all? Airlock that thing and be done with it!”
“You don’t knohat you’re talking about,” sneered Borbala “You see a batarian and all of a sudden it’s just so siation, just a bit of laughter and a cha exactly as your tiny little brain always thought it was He’s clearly sick, you fucking peasant”
The volus’s air filtersound they always did “You know him,” she rasped
“Oh, so we all know each other now, is that it?” roared Borbala “Do we all look alike, too?”
“Yes, obviously you do!” shouted Irit Non “The two of you were in on it together, admit it! And you meant to frame the volus for your crimes!”
“You did say his na her rifle over one shoulder, finally “You recognized him”
“Yes, well, I only met him on Hephaestus Dal’Virra is scueneration out of the slave caste He is a small-time weapons dealer, on the run fro, he is judgmental, rude, unpleasant, conservative, and he cannot hold his shard wine”
“Die prostrate on a burning pyre of all you hold dear, mother of worms,” Dal’Virra said matter-of-factly, and sunk his head in his hands
“He doesn’t seem to care much for you, either,” observed Senna’Nir
“And in that, he has much company and alill But despite—”
“You are a traitor to our people,” Dal’Virra hissed