Sam felt himself lurch slightly as the Serian Delight exited the mass relay. He sighed as he moved to the nearby display and cursed. Viken! What the hell is your problem?
The Batarian engineer looked up from the open floor panel. What are you talking about, human?
The ezo-core is spiking again. You said you were going to fix this, four months ago!
Viken climbed out and onto the deck. Keep talking like that, human and youll find yourself having an accident at the airlock.
I have a name, fucker, Sam said as the two came face to face. Sam never liked facing off with a Batarian; he never knew which set of eyes to meet.
Do we have a problem? said a stern voice from behind them. Sam and Viken turned and saw Kraven, the Turian captain of their cargo ship. He was always stepping in on Sams behalf. The crew was mostly Batarian, with a few Salarians. There was only three Turians, one Asari and Sam, the only human.
The core is still spiking up and down. We keep going between power loss and overload, and this asshole keeps insisting we dont have a problem, Sam said, motioning to Viken. The Batarian looked ready to tear his throat out but the captain stopped him.
Well get it checked when we dropped off our salvage on Omega, get replacement parts while were there. Kraven looked at the two of them and then walked off. Sam sighed and walked off too to avoid another fight. They were still a few relay jumps away and he needed to stand clear of trouble fro Continue reading