“And who the hell are you? You’re not on the roster.”
“Well, obviously, the roster is wrong, or else I wouldn’t be here.”
The turian scowled—or appeared to scowl as well as the usual stoic race could. He stared with his sharp blue eyes, stark in contrast from his dark brown skin and white clan markings. He finally looked down back at his active omni-tool, proceeding to press a few buttons, but did not say anything.
Kirrahe patiently stood, arms crossed, a pose expressing relaxed confidence in the situation, and the subtle hint of military alertness that he was never good at hiding.
This ordeal had ended up much more challenging than the salarian thought possible. Flying to Noveria wasn’t incredibly challenging, especially for any salarian member of the STG. However, he was given strict orders to do this undercover. This mission was also, honestly, more of a personal venture, and given the concerns regarding Cerberus spies and other qualms, the Captain had resorted to creating a fake identity. Things had gone smoothly.
The only problem was this snooping security crewman.
“They usually don’t assign salarians to guard against pirate raids…”
“They did this time.”
The turian was obviously losing his patience. He stopped midway in doing some security checking on the omni-tool, just to glare at the green-skinned salarian. This turian was obviously smarter than the usual crewmen of a supply ship.
Regardless, Kirrahe was a renowned tactician, and had plans within plans when undercover, and this time was no different.
Finally, the turian let a sigh escape him, and finally opted to turn off his device. He pointed a hand to the ship.
Kirrahe briskly nodded his head, and began taking long quick strides toward the ship’s entrance. The turian grudgingly followed behind. Kirrahe easily managed to multi-task, turning on his omni-blade and decided that it was time to stop procrastinating and take on a particular important lead regarding the investigation—Mordin Solus.
As drones began to scan over for decontamination, the turian looked over the lithe salarian, frowning at an obvious lack of outward threat.
“I feel sorry for any pirates wanting to take over this ship…”
Kirahe paused from his rapid typing, and turned to face the turian crewman. It was hard to read the operative’s face, but it was clear he did not appreciate the sarcasm.
“Oh, yes, believe me, they should.”