Dannerum awoke, and immediately wished he hadn't. Everything hurt, even parts of his body Halen had told him didn't have nerves in.

He slowly opened one eye and surveyed his surroundings; he saw a door, a window and a bed under him. Bedroom, he looked around with both eyes now, against one wall was a small bookcase, packed to burst with books, and on the opposite wall, a large poster of a human's digestive system.

Dannerum relaxed slightly Halen's bedroom. The Turian braced himself, then sat up slowly, groaning all the way.

He stumbled blearily out of the bedroom to find the rest of Halen's apartment. It was relatively small, as Halen lived there on his own. It consisted of a bedroom, bathroom and living room with kitchen attached.

Halen was found snoring lightly under the sofa, clutching an empty bottle of human whiskey to his chest, like a teddy bear. He was muttering to himself, almost singing 'I've studied species Turian Asar...du du du du du... *burp*... Scientist Salarian...'

Dannerum decided his condition was the doctor's fault, so instead of the gentle awakening he had planned, he simply kicked the Salarian in the ribs.

Halen screamed, tried to sit up, banged his head on the under-side of the sofa, screamed again, then lay back down with his hand on his forehead, eyes screwed shut.

Dannerum lay down beside him, moving empty bottles and fast food packages out of the way. After a while, he spoke up 'Halen, I love you like a brother, but if you don't have some Turian hangover pills in your apartment, then I will rip out your horns and ram them into your eyes.'

Halen's face didn't even flicker 'Horns part of skull, would need immense strength or more likely industrial power tool to remove from head' Halen always missed out words from his sentences when he was tired, it was a habit he always had.

'Lucky for you, have some left over from the last time we 'relaxed' together, top shelf of medicine cabinet, take two with water, do not eat for twenty minutes afterwards.' With that, he rolled over and started to snore again.

Dannerum grabbed a glass from the kitchen and slunk over to bathroom, and carefully opened the cabinet.

Halen's medicine cabinet fascinated everyone who open it for the first time, although he lives alone, his cabinet is filled to burst with every pill bottle and cream tube that could be imagined, 'just in case' as Halen always said with a smirk.

With the pills safely swallowed, Dannerum returned back to the main room, to find Halen in the kitchen, humming to himself as he cooked bacon and eggs 'sorry bud, but I've got no dextro stuff here, if you're hungry you'll have to grab something on the way to work'. Halen was back to his usual self, Salarians don't have long hangovers, thanks to the increased metabolic system.

'Work?' asked Dannerum dumbly, his brain still trying to catch up. Halen just chuckled, 'Yeah, work? You know work, we do it five days a week, and you are always complaining about it' Dannerum groaned and flopped onto the sofa, he flicked up his Omni-tool to check the time, and noticed a pending message, he flipped it open and skimmed it, he then skimmed again, he then read it in extreme detail, analysing every work like it was a line-up of suspects.

Dear Officer Roarkah

With great regret, we accept the resignation you sent to us at 2:39am on the Wednesday of this week, we hope you find happiness and fulfilment in any career you choose to follow in the future. We expect you to return any withstanding documentation you keep outside your office, and any firearm(s) you keep as a self-defence tool, that was supplied by the Citadel Armoury, by the end of the week.

With regards,

Executor Venari Pallin

Sorry this one is a bit short, but it will get exciting soon, I promise! Thanks very much to all that have read it, and a favourite and a quick review won't be sneezed at! Quick warning, some swearing to be expected, hence the M rating, and a violent and (hopefully) violent fight scene to come, hopefully in chapter 3 or 4, depending where the story goes!

I do own Mass Effect, Bioware just doesn't know it yet...