A/N: Hey people! Wow you guys are awesome! I got a bunch of favorites and follows in just a couple hours and then it just kept going throughout the past couple days. I also got a handful of reviews (Which I think I will respond to at the end of each chapter) which made my day! I'm pumped you guys are enjoying the story and I threw in a twist into this chapter which you may or may not have seen coming. I also have been doing some long range planning which is already paying off which makes me really excited. And the last thing is if any of you catch the Portal reference in this chapter then you're a swell fella!
Chapter 2
-Oh? How Interesting-
Uhhh. Am I dead?
{Don't say that! You're going to be ok!}
[Unfortunately.]
Great. You two are still here.
[Yeah we're thrilled too.]
{We will always be here for you!}
Shut up. I open my eyes to see some sort of clean room. There is a bunch of machinery posted up against the walls, some of them are making subtle beeps and tones. On my left there is an odd looking IV hooked up to my arm, and a bunch of other little things hooked up to my chest. You know, those little suction cup things? Yeah those. I try to sit up but my head slams against some sort of barrier.
[Ha!]
{Are you ok?}
Yeah whatever. Oh its glass. Apparently there is some sort of tube holding me in this bed, it's a little less cool then magic barrier but it'll have to do. Where are my clothes? Ahh who cares anymore, with all of the stuff I've been through in the last couple… hours? Days? How long have been passed out? At least I'm still wearing underwear. Man did I lose weight? I mean I used to have a bit of a gut, hmm I wonder where it went. I look fuckin' good! I am interrupted mid tangent by a pale raven haired nurse entering the room. And of course she is attractive. Why? Because I'm stuffed in a glass tube in my underwear that's why.
"How are you feeling?" she says as she stares at her datapad. Aww cool a datapad! Oh she is looking at me now. I should probably answer her, play it cool man. Say something funny with a dash of sexy.
[Oh this will be good!]
Leave me alone!
{You are a good person and any girl would be lucky to have you!}
[Yeah good luck being sexy when you're crammed in that tube!]
{He can do anything he sets his mind to!}
[Naa, shit-for-brains here is as useless as tits on a nun.]
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
…
I turn to the nurse. "A little exposed." I chuckle.
[Boooooo.]
GET! OUT!
"I don't think you know the half of it." She says as she places the datapad on one of the machines. "The doctor can tell you more, I'm just here to fill out some basic information. Is that ok?"
Nope, that is not ok! What am I going to tell her? Hey sweetheart you come her often? I don't, this is all a videogame world that I play for fun. I was killed by a psychopath in the woods and was sent here to be tormented by the voices in my head. So you wanna get out of here? I doubt that will work out. Shit she is staring at me! What do I say?
"Yes." Good, stall her. We can cross the whole "identity" bridge when we get to it.
"Ok, let's start with your name."
…
Fuck.
You know what? Screw it. I can bullshit my way through anything. And who knows, maybe everything is already set up like some of the fanfictions I've read? Might as well give her my real name though, I'd hate to be stuck with a fake one.
"Uhh ok. My name is James Matticks, m-a-t-t-i-c-k-s." I spell out.
She picks up her datapad and starts typing down what I assume is my name and then gives me a look. That's not good.
"Mr. Matticks do you have any other know aliases?" she asks skeptically.
"My friends call me Maverick, but other than that no." I reply.
"Maverick?" she asks with a raise brow.
"You know, sounds kinda like Matticks..." I say sheepishly. "Top Gun reference…" God that stare she is giving me makes me feel so stupid.
"Uh huh." She says as she makes another note in her datapad. "Well I don't have you in any known database…" I half expect her to hit a button under a desk and then a N7 team will breach the room to take me away to some gulag to interrogate me.
"Don't worry though, it's very common whenever the people begin to colonize another world. I can actually set up your personal id right now if you would like." She says with a gentle smile.
Ok, no N7 team yet. So far, so good. She is staring again.
"Yeah sure." I nod. "How do I do that?"
"Well I already have your name, do you have an emergency contact?"
"Uhh no."
"What is your profession?"
"Machinist."
"Ok… any allergies or outstanding medical conditions?"
"Nope."
"Perfect. Ok that's it."
"That's it?"
"Yup, we already have your DNA form the tests we have already done. Do you have any other questions?"
Hmm how do I put this in a way that doesn't make me seem crazy? "Uhh yeah. What's the date today? How long have I been out?"
{Good Job!}
[Yeah, real smooth.]
…I swear to god…
"Well today is…" she lifts her wrist and her Omni-tool lights up. Cool. "February 4th, 2183…"
Ok, so the attack on Eden Prime happens sometime in 2183. So I'm assuming I have a few months before the whole "Vanguard of Destruction" thing goes down. I should actually…
"…And you were brought here on September 5th so you've been out for about 151 days now." She says in a nonchalant manor.
…
What. The. Fuck.
"Wh-what?" I stammer. That's like five months! How could they keep me sedated this long? This is ridiculous! I can feel the anger boiling up, my muscles tingling with fury! I shoot a glare over at the nurse but she is already backed away, she looks terrified. Its ok James, just think about it. They wouldn't keep me under for so long if it wasn't needed. I feel my tingling in my muscles fade away and the anger subsides. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you had a reason for it." She doesn't move closer but she nods quickly and almost runs out of the door without saying a word.
That's kind of weird, it's not like I could have hurt her. I am stuck in this tube after all, I probably should have asked about that. I'm just about to think up some sort of plan to get onto the Normandy when an armed soldier walks in and posts himself on the door. He is wearing a standard issue Alliance blue hard suit and is holding the classic Lancer. Why is he here? Then a middle aged blonde woman walks in the room, dressed to the nine in doctor stuff. You know stethoscope, lab coat over scrubs that sorta stuff. And before you ask, yes she is good looking. Why you ask? I think you know why.
"Mr. Matticks, I'm here to tell you about your… condition." She said as she sits down next to me.
"Doesn't sound like good news doc, what going on?" I say, still eyeballing the soldier by the door.
"You received direct exposure to large amounts of element zero." She explained. "Amounts that should have killed you."
"I'm not seeing the problem doc." I shake my head. "I lived when I should have died. Which brings up my next question: how did I survive?"
"It's something that I have never seen before. Your immune system is, well, under developed."
"Thanks?" I ask. Is that a good thing? "What does that mean really?"
"Ok I will try to explain it." She sighs. "Your average immune system, aided with modern vaccinations and medicine would have been able to hold off the advance of element zero poisoning until it hit its limit and collapsed on itself. Somehow you lack the initial resistance of eezo and it was absorbed into your entire system with great ease." She looks up at me to make sure I'm following her.
"Ok." I say, motioning for her to continue.
"Now your immune system let in the eezo and was able to adapt to the large amount it. This could only happen if you have never been exposed to eezo in your entire life. Anybody who travels in a ship is exposed to trace amounts of eezo which their body silently rejects. This first contact to eezo allows the body to verify the threat and chooses to build a tolerance. Your body however realized that with the large amounts of eezo, it could keep you alive longer by adapting instead of rejecting, thus giving us enough time to get you to a hospital to start purging the dangerous toxins from your body."
"Huh." Who would have thought being less prepared would be better. I suppose it's like a car crash, it's better to go limp then to brace for it. "So am I ok now?"
"Yes, we were able to purge the toxins from your body." She says as she stand up to look at some beeping machine.
"I assume if it took 151 days for you to purge it all there must have been a lot huh?"
"Yes." She turns back to me. "The only reason it took that long is we had to pause to clone you new organs when they began shutting down."
"Oh… how many organs did you have to replace?" I ask as I watch her check another machine.
"Well…" she pauses. "It would be easier to say we didn't have to remove your gallbladder, spleen, diaphragm and your brain."
Shit.
"There is one other thing." She starts. "Do to the eezo exposure… you have devolved biotics. The evidence of such became apparent when you were first brought here and have developed fully in your comatose state."
…
No. Fucking. Way.
That's so fucking awesome! Holy shit! Ok, compose yourself.
"Oh? How interesting." I try to say calmly.
"Yes." She says seeing my excitement. "I can see you don't fully understand what this means."
Oh shit this sounds serious. She takes a seat next to me again and gives me a stern look.
"Do to the amount of exposure and your rapid adaptation of the eezo, you have an unprecedented biotic ability."
"What do you mean?"
"You have the natural biotic ability of someone who is running a L3 implant."
"So?"
"You don't have any implants. Your abilities are of the rarest kind, and that only applies to some cases of asari. We have never seen this in humans." She tells me.
"This doesn't sound as bad as your making it out to be."
"People who have biotics have to learn to control them before they are fitted with implants…"
"I see." I cut her off. "It's like to learn to drive for the first time with a car that has too much power. Your just gunna end up hurting yourself."
"Yes… did you say car?" Oh shit. "Nevermind, yes that is right. It's the main reason he is here." She nods to the soldier who straightens up when I look at him. That's probably why the first nurse was scared when I got mad, fuck now I feel like a dick.
I'm about to say thank you when a sudden realization pops into my mind.
"How much will all of this cost?" I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.
"Now that you id has been cleared up, your insurance covers eighty percent of the cost of all of the purging procedures and cloned organs." She says as she grabs a new datapad.
"Awesome!" I exclaim. I'm looking at a small number that I can work off quickly and start making a name for myself and…
"So it just comes to 500,000 credits. Do you have an account?"
…
[Ha!]
I… I can't pay that… what am I going to do? She is staring at me. I guess I just tell her.
"I can't afford that." I admit.
"That's ok." She says with a smile. "What will happen is your account will go in the red, any money you earn is directed to your bill."
"Great." I mutter. "Can I get out of this tube?"
"Yes an orderly will bring you your clothes and help you out. Will there be anything else?" she asks as she makes her way to the door.
"Yeah. Where am I?"
"You're on the SSV Expedition." She announces over her shoulder.
"Where is this boat headed?" I yell after her.
"The Citadel."
Awesome.
In case you're wondering, yes the orderly that helped me out of the tube was a woman. I swear it's like there is a factory pumping them out somewhere and they're sending them to me to be processed. I pull on my burgundy shirt and throw on my jacket, five minutes later I have my hat on just right and I make my way to explore the ship.
I open the door and see that this ship is nothing like the Normandy, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I stand there for about a minute just staring back and forth down the hall. Finally a soldier walks by and stops in front of me, he mimics me as I continue to look around and then he finally speaks up.
"Lost?" he asks as he looks at me.
"Yeah, do you have a map or something?" I ask as I lean back on the wall.
"Yeah here." He says as his Omni-tool lights up. That's so cool! I push myself off of the wall and walk over to him. He cocks his head as I stand next to him and look over his shoulder at the map.
"Uh…" he says as he gives me an uneasy look. "You know I can just put this on your Omni-tool right?"
"Umm. I don't actually have one." I say as I awkwardly rub the back of my neck. "Do you have any extra ones?"
The soldier lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes. "I don't know check with our requisition officer. He is just down this hall, take a left at the end and then the armory is on your right." and then he just huffs off.
"Asshole." I mutter as I begin to follow the directions he gave me. I find the armory within a minute and head on inside.
Sweet mother of god…
I am absolutely stunned as I look at the armories set up. There is literately a wall of guns on my left, and on my right is a bunch of machinery that looks like its fabricating parts. The machines automated arms swirl around with blinding speed, sparks flying out every time an arm stops and switches directions.
"Can I help you?" a voice comes from my left, snapping me out of my trance.
"Yeah." I say as I look at the man. "I was wondering if you have an extra Omni-tool, and then if you could help me set it up."
"I can do that." He says in a cheery voice. "But you have to do me a favor."
"Depends on the favor." I reply. "What d'ya need?"
"You're that guy who was caught in the explosion right?" he asks.
"Yup." I nod.
"And now you have biotics right?" he asks as he leans forward.
"Yeah…" I say uneasily. "I don't know how to control it though, I haven't even tried to us them yet."
"Perfect!" he smiles. "My friend Mack lost a bet and I get to choose the punishment. Mack's a biotic too and hated when it was time to train other biotics. All you have to do is go and get biotic lessons from Mack and I'll set you up."
"Deal!" I exclaim as I step forward. This is perfect! I get an Omni-tool, and biotic lessons! It a win-win.
"Great! The name's Waiter." He says as he extends his hand.
"Maverick." I smile as I take his hand and give it a firm shake.
"Here, this here is standard issue for alliance marines." He says as he holds out some sort of weird gun, it looks kind of like those piercing guns. You know, for earrings and stuff? "Comes fully loaded with the usual Omni-tool applications, communicator, music, video, notepad, and some other junk."
"And here's where you tell me about the cool stuff right?" I say with a smirk.
Waiter just looks at me as a smile creeps on his lips. "Nope."
What?
"What?"
"Haha!" he laughs. "You didn't think I'd give a civilian military hardware did you?"
"I… well I guess not." I say with a bit of a pout. I guess that makes sense though. "Wanna show me the rest of the features."
So Waiter shows me how to work my Omni-tool and in a few minutes I get the hang of it. It's actually really easy to use, the interface is surprisingly smooth. Putting it on is a whole other story. Yeah that gun I mentioned? Turns out it just shoots the implant into your wrist and another a few inches behind your ear. The one on your wrist projects the Omni-tool and the one that's in your head just reads the electrical impulses in your brain that activate when you want to use your Omni-tool.
Yeah it doesn't really make sense to me either so I'm going to chalk this up for space science. Not like I care anyway, as long as it works right?
"Ok so where is Mack?" I ask after the little crash course. I look down as my Omni-tool lights up with a little ping.
I think I just had a nerdgasm. My Omni-tool just pinged! I open the message and see that it's a map of the Expedition with one of the locations marked with an objective from one Warrant Officer Hayden K. Waittens.
"Well thanks Waiter." I say as I stand up. "I'll tell Mack you said hi."
"You do that." He shouts as I leave the armory.
I look at the top of the door that my Omni-tool has lead me to. The big words "Gymnasium" are etched into the metal. I reach over and tap the green panel to reveal a stunning gym, it's got all of the classics like the treadmill and the bench-press and then a couple new ones that I don't recognize. I see an auburn haired woman jumping rope next to some punching bags. Jesus I can't even see the rope she is going so fast, her sneakers a blur as they pound the ground. Her legs wrapped in black spandex pump like pistons. Her chest heaving with exhaustion but she keeps going like a well-oiled machine. Sweat dripping off her brow and down her neck and into her sports bra. Her… toned body glistening in the florescent light…
{You know it's rude to stare.}
Yeah I just… I mean there's nothing wrong with looking right? I'm just looking, and what she doesn't know won't hurt her. I'm only human.
[Yeah fuck off! How can you not stare? Look at that ass! It's like a juicy ripe peach just waiting for me to take a bite!]
Yeah well there's a big difference between admiring a woman's body and sexual harassment you idiot.
{That's right! A woman's body is a temple and should be treated with respect!}
[I would explore every inch of her temple!]
Guys! Shut up! I was just looking, and I'm not biting anything!
[Who said anything about you?]
"Enjoying the show?" I freeze as I notice the woman is staring at me with a condescending look on her face.
"Yeah." I say as try to play it cool by putting my hand in my pocket and shoot her a coy smile. "When's the encore?"
"Sorry." She says as she brushes her bangs out of her blue eyes. "You'll have to get tickets to the next one."
"Who do I have to talk too to upgrade to backstage passes?" I say as I walk forward with a cheeky smile.
"Oooh." She says as she scrunches up her face. "I'm all sold out, I guess you're stuck watching."
Oh well. I tried and was shot down. I better find Mack.
"Trust me I'm fine with that. Anyway I came here looking for someone can you help me out?" I ask.
"Yeah, who is it?" she asks as she squares up to a punching bag.
"Mack, Waiter told me he'd be here." I say as I look. The woman stops moving and I visibly see her deflate as she sighs. She turns around and she has the most unimpressed and angry look on her face.
"Goddamnit Waiter." She mutters under her breath before bringing up her Omni-tool. "Waiter!" she yells into her wrist. "No! Pick something else!"
I can't help but smile as I hear Waiter giggle his response. "-Haha! No way! You lost the bet! Ta-ta Mack!-"
Mack is downright seething now as Waiter hangs up on her. She shoots me an angry glare as she hears me laugh under my breath, I quickly stifle the laughs and avert my eyes from her glare.
She begins to look me up and down gauging my worth and I comply by standing straight and holding out my arms.
"Alright, I'll train you. Just a crash course though." She huffs as she walks towards me, inspecting me the whole time. She begins to circle me in a way that's surprisingly intimidating. "Do you have any martial arts training?"
"Well some of my friends did so naturally I learned to defend against it." I try to chuckle to get her to smile. It didn't work.
"How well?"
"I don't know…" I shrug, I never went to classes or anything but whenever me and the boys would get all beved' up they thought it would be a good idea to fight. So naturally my drunk friends wanted to fight the biggest guy, which at 6'5" was me.
"Let's find out." She said as she stretched her neck and got into a fighting stance.
"Wha-" I can't even finish my sentence before she leans back and launches her shin at my head. Without thinking I bring up my forearm to absorb the blow and when her shin connects with my arm I quickly twist and wrap it around her leg. Yeah! Take that! I know my stuff lady and now you're in deep shit. Suddenly a pain shoots out from my jaw causing me to let go of her leg, I look over to see her fist retracting back to its guard position. Never mind.
"Ok let's try something else." She says as she jogs backwards quickly.
"What'dya got?" I say as I touch my face and look at my hand for blood. Nope, no blood. And then I look up to see something that makes me rethink this whole training thing. I see Mack walk toward a rack of dumbbells and stops about fifteen feet from the rack. Her biotics flare and she whips her hand at the rack, throwing a blue ball of energy. The ball hits a small dumbbell and the weight is yanked out and slaps into Macks hand.
Shit.
Without a moment's hesitation her biotics flare and the weight is flung at me with an absolutely blinding speed. There is nothing I can do, there is no time to move, there is barely enough time to flinch. I feel a dull punch on my stomach. That can't be right. I look down and am baffled when I see the weight on the ground and a huge patch of purplish-blue energy hovering an inch over my body. The patch fades quickly and I look up to Mack looking at me with her arms crossed and a shit eating grin on her face.
"Well your barriers work on an instinctive level. They're pretty good actually."
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I shout as I pick up the weight, I'm half tempted to throw it back.
"Good, get angry!" she shouts as she glows blue and runs towards me. "That's when you figure out what you are truly capable of!"
She suddenly throws another orb at me and it hits be in the side giving me a surprisingly forceful push, enough to make me lose my balance and swing my arms around to correct my stance. Alright, let's go! I take maybe, oh I don't know, half a step before I am blanketed in a tingling feeling and hoisted into the air. I tilt my head to see Mack with that shit eating grin on her face again and her hand raised in the air slightly open, like she is holding an apple. Then she clamps her hand closed into a tight fist and I can feel the energy tighten around me. Not crushing me though, more like, securing me. Then my world rockets to the left as I gracefully soar threw the air.
{Like an eagle!}
[Piloting a blimp.]
Next thing I know I slam into a punching bag and fall to the floor. Jesus I'm getting my ass kicked. I reach up to pull myself up with the punching bag but it suddenly shoots away from me as I slide along the floor. Goddamnit. I twist my body and sit up as I slide and see Mack lining up her knee so I run right into it. My arms fly up just in time and I'm slammed back down to the ground as her knee claps against my forearms.
I suddenly feel a weight on my stomach and I open my eyes to see Mack on top of me, he legs pressed against my sides. If you don't know anything about MMA, this is VERY bad. Almost immediately a salvo of fist pelts down on me like hail on a tin roof. Two or three land and I can taste some blood in my mouth, I tuck my head into my forearms and try to scoop my legs around her chest trying to pull her off of me. She is bloody relentless.
{Are you ok? You're bleeding!}
I'm fine.
[No you're not, you're getting your ass kicked by a girl.]
She is a trained soldier! And biotic! I've been in bar fights and found out I've got biotics less than an hour ago!
[You're a pussy.]
I am not!
{That's right! You're a nice person!}
[You're a fucking bitch, a useless sack of meat with a shitty jacket and shitty hair!]
No I'm not!
[You're a goddamn waste of space.]
Shut up!
[Is this your new hobby? Laying down while you let people kill you?]
Shut the fuck up!
[It's a good thing your mutt isn't here or you would get him killed to.]
"GET OFF!" I scream in pure rage. I tuck my left arm back and swing it as hard as I can, I feel it explode in a tingling sensation as I hear a loud biotic smack. I force my eyes apart and find out that I am standing up already and I see Mack sailing through the air. She bioticly twists her body midair and lands on her feet about twenty meters away, I can see a line of blood trailing down from her nose. I set my feet, arms open at my side and flex my hands, letting out a roar as the biotic energy flows through me. Suddenly my vision is a blur and I hear a loud clap that sounds like the sound barrier being broken, and in a blink my shoulder buries itself into Mack's chest.
I wipe some sweat from my brow as I hear Mack let out a pained grunt as she is forced backwards into the ground. But I don't stop. I feel myself lift off the ground and I twist my body while reigning back my right hand as it crackles with a biotic aura before I bring it slamming to the ground. I shockwave explodes when my hand touches the ground, I look up to see Mack once again sailing back, apparently she managed to get off the floor in time to avoid my attack.
I feel the sweat pouring into my eyes as I advance towards Mack again. She quickly skitters back and up to her feet and her biotics flare. I can't help but smile as I continue to walk towards her, my right hand aglow with wisps of blue energy. She throws out her hand lets loose another ball of energy, I quickly bring my right hand up to meet her attack. The two forces clap together violently and detonate and I feel it lightly push against my body.
Suddenly I hear a sound of glass shattering with a twang of biotics and then a heat wrap around my body and a force that feels like I ran into a wall. I'm flung back and open my eyes to see Mack walking up to me holding her ribs. I reach out to try to smack her away again but I can't even lift my arm to do it. I'm drenched in sweat and my heart is beating out of my chest. I am a huffing mess on the floor as Mack stands over me.
"Tired?" she grunts as she looks down at me. "Looks like you weren't watching your barriers."
I try to say yeah but "Huuuhieuh" comes out instead. Mack smiles as she walks over to a small fridge and grabs several bottles of water. She opens one and begins drinking as she approaches, making me reach for her like a hungry baby does to its mother's teat, my mouth drying up as I grasp for the bottle.
"Here you go." She sighs as she unscrews a fresh bottle and simply pours it over my head, honestly I don't even care, I just roll my head around trying to evenly coat it in the cold liquid. After about the fifth bottle of water I try to stand up. I got as far as sitting up. It'll have to do.
After a shower I washed my clothes I headed to the mess hall to meet up with Waiter and Mack. As I enter I see the two sitting at a table with another guy I've never seen before. As I walk up I raise my hand and opened my mouth to ask a question but Mack sees me and just points to a kitchen area. How'd she know? Oh well. I head over to what can only be described as a space kitchen and find a stack of trays. After grabbing one and stuffing it with as much food as the laws of physics allows and I walk over to the drink dispenser.
Hmm. No liquor, not even a nice lager. Orange juice should do for now.
I head over to Waiters table and have a seat next to him.
"Hey Waiter, hey Mack." I nod. "Guy I don't know." I tilt my glass at him before taking a swig.
"Jason." He says as he shovels some food into his mouth. "Quite the plate you made yourself." He motions to my mound of food.
"Yeah, after my training with Mack I'm kinda hungry." I say between bites. "To bad they don't have any booze to wash this down."
"Heh tell me about it." Jason visibly pouts. "Closest thing they have is rubbing alcohol in the med bay." The table breaks out in a light chuckle before going into an awkward silence. I think over what Jason said and I pick up my orange juice and narrow my eyes at it. I look up to see the table has noticed me staring at the juice.
"Where is the med bay?" I joke. That gets a decent laugh. We then descend into an idle chitchat, talking about the explosion and more about the colony, turns out those were just your run of the mill slavers and I was actually on Freedoms Progress. The Expedition was trying to set up some stuff to increase the Alliances influence over there and just so happened to arrive when they were under attack. Mack also gave me a bunch of extranet links to help me hone my biotics, she said it would take me a few months to perfect controlling my biotics but years to master and make them more powerful.
"So." I say as I scrape my tray. "How long until we reach the Citadel?" Waiter checks his Omni-tool and looks through a couple apps.
"Half an hour." He says as his Omni-tool fades. "Then it's a refuel and we're off again."
Oh man, what am I going to do when I get to the Citadel? I have no money, no job, no home, I'm pretty much fucked. Ok well I want to hang around the Zakera ward so I should get a job around there, then I just have to wait until I get my first paycheck which I can use to pay for an apartment… or my medical bills… I'm so fucked. There might be a shelter or something I can sleep and shower in, and then work until I pay my debt.
Fuck me right?
Oh shit how am I going to afford guns and armor so I can be combat ready for the Normandy? Would they be able to pay me as a mercenary or private contractor? If they don't then I how am I supposed to pay this off, 500,000 credits is a shitload of money. I don't think I ever saved that much up in all three Mass Effects combined! Shit!
"Are you alright?" Mack asks, interrupting my thoughts.
I let out a sigh as I lean back in my chair and grab my orange juice. "No, not really." I admit while looking at my OJ. I turn back to Jason.
"Where did you say the med bay was?"
A/N: Thanks for the reviews people!
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