#xenoscience-studies

xenoscience-studies

Sirrit really would have rather been anywhere but here. He'd never liked clinics or anything like them. Much worse than any club or street or even a dark alley - those he knew how to handle. It was the smell of antiseptic, the sterile brightness of the lights and plastic and metal, scary-looking instruments and needles. Doctors made him nervous too. They always seemed like they knew a secret, and held some kind of power. They looked at you too hard. 

Especially if you were a plump, hot pink salarian with metallic-flecked skin, abnormally curled horns and visible scarring, wearing heels and a tight, ruffled and sequined outfit clearly designed for fast removal. An anomaly in nearly every possible sense. He tended to have to explain himself wherever he went, and it was never one of his favorite things. Of course, sometimes that really was necessary. Like now. He'd have to explain what happened if he wanted to be treated, after all.

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

EDI doesn't get 'flustered'. Frustrated, annoyed, embarrassed... some weird combination of all three, but it's hard to throw her off her game.

After I decided the local military wasn't going to be enough for me I made an effort to get the notice of STG recruitment officers. They saw my potential. I exceeded their expectations and was accepted into their training program soon after.

As for the Modification Project...? No. I don't regret my involvement. In fact, I still have my reservations about a cure. Unless the krogan think of some way to keep their own population in check (after their population is stable again, that is) I don't think it will end well. Now the krogan at least have some semblance of a central government, even if it is unstable at the moment. When I was working on the GMP the krogan were worse than ever, if they were to have overcome the Genophage at that point we would have another rebellion on our hands.