I do not own any of the work below, only OC's. Now let's begin our descent into the madness!
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'Sigh'
Explaining to the crew that their Commander had found a Creature easily the size of a Mako, and then that said Leader had decided that releasing said creature in the name of wanting it as a pet, would be a challenge in itself.
Telling them how they recovered the Data Files - What was readable anyway- on the only working console, which happened to be situated suspiciously close to the Container, and that it was apparently a Biologically-Engineered WMD that responded only to a designated handler, who would do so using some kind of genetic leash, but any more useful info was Missing or Corrupted.
Things like that kinda lead to mutinies, but with one district glance at the creature currently acting like a New-Born Varren pup, and the teeth that it was sporting; it would probably be a very short mutiny anyway.
He briefly glanced at Jane, taking note of the Shackle like device currently attached around her wrist. It had clamped itself upon Jane when she had set her had done on the terminal, intent on clearing the dirt and such. When it seemed that it wasn't going to- I don't know, kill her, -and instead opened up the terminal, the decided to go along with it. The fact that it could control the biological monstrosity was just another thing to add to the list of strange confidents so far.
'That at least explains why we aren't dead yet'
He didn't even want to linger on the subject of how the bracer hadn't out right rejected her. She wan't even off the same species! What remained of the crew that had made their home on the still drifting derelict it Ship, didn't look anything similar to humans. The dead crew each would have stood over 7ft, easily dwarfing everyone. Not to mention that the body structure from what they could make out was nothing close to what humans had.
Drawing his attention away from scavenging through any salvable equipment, he turned back to his commander.
Finally done with spoiling the beast, Jane stood up, dusting off her N7 Armor, and turned on her heel, and clasped her hands together.
'Oh no...'
This was a tell that Garrus had recently found, the clasping off the hands meaning that she was about to-
"How are we getting Fluffy over to the Normandy?"
-ask something completely insane.
Looking off into space, he face palmed in such a manner, that despite the vacuum of space, the reverberating 'WHUMP' was still heard.
'What kind of deity did I anger to have to deal with this? Have I disturbed some altar of worship or something? Is this some kind of punishment for using kicking Volus around like balls?'
He wondered why she had decided on the name "Fluffy" for something that looked as if it could devour a krogan 3-times a day. Hell, he would probably be just a light snack. That was not just some warm, fuzzy pet. It was a spirits-damned Weapon created in some lab to basically cause genocide on anything stupid enough to annoy its handlers! Thankfully, he was not foolish enough to stay that aloud.
He then realized that James was saying something.
"-ocide on anything stupid enough to annoy its handlers! "
The sheer amount of power behind the blank stare she received was deflected off of her ever optimistic bubble of Optimism. Yes Optimism.
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Deep within the Bowels of the the ship, Something was waking up. Something Ancient.