A Quarian, Vorcha, and Batarian abolitionist enter a ship...
Aug 20, 2014 14:43:00 GMT -8
Post by jenu on Aug 20, 2014 14:43:00 GMT -8
The ship creaked hollowly as Shirga crouched, hidden behind two large piles of crates in the cargo hold, and waited. For now, the ship was empty of crew and passengers, awaiting a fresh stock of slaves from Omega. Still, shore leave for packs of batarian raiders was often short—it shouldn’t be too long now before the walls thrummed to life, and this ship carried her far away from everything and everyone she had ever known.
No great loss, that.
Shirga settled into a more comfortable position, one she could hold for hours without it growing too painful, and focused on breathing deeply, adapting her body and senses to the new atmosphere of the ship. While it was not so much different from the atmosphere of Omega—marginally less toxic, perhaps, subtle differences could sometimes have dire effects, and she needed to be prepared and alert, ready to run or fight at any moment if she were discovered. Now was the perfect, and safest, time to acclimate herself before the ship was on its way, and she was trapped in tight quarters with a hundred batarians who would just as soon kill her as put her in the slave cargo hold, should they ever spot her.
Shirga’s ears twitched, catching the muted sound of footsteps and muffled voices in the level above her. Already she could distinguish two, perhaps three batarians by their footsteps, one of them a ranking officer, judging by his loud voice and demanding tone. There was one other creature, whose footsteps were slightly different, and Shirga couldn’t immediately place it—which was unusual in and of itself—until she heard another voice pipe up with a quiet, almost robotic hum. Shirga’s ears perked up, her attention immediately focused entirely on that voice. Was that…a quarian?
No great loss, that.
Shirga settled into a more comfortable position, one she could hold for hours without it growing too painful, and focused on breathing deeply, adapting her body and senses to the new atmosphere of the ship. While it was not so much different from the atmosphere of Omega—marginally less toxic, perhaps, subtle differences could sometimes have dire effects, and she needed to be prepared and alert, ready to run or fight at any moment if she were discovered. Now was the perfect, and safest, time to acclimate herself before the ship was on its way, and she was trapped in tight quarters with a hundred batarians who would just as soon kill her as put her in the slave cargo hold, should they ever spot her.
Shirga’s ears twitched, catching the muted sound of footsteps and muffled voices in the level above her. Already she could distinguish two, perhaps three batarians by their footsteps, one of them a ranking officer, judging by his loud voice and demanding tone. There was one other creature, whose footsteps were slightly different, and Shirga couldn’t immediately place it—which was unusual in and of itself—until she heard another voice pipe up with a quiet, almost robotic hum. Shirga’s ears perked up, her attention immediately focused entirely on that voice. Was that…a quarian?