07-25-2012, 08:44 AM
"Woah hold on sec." Zevia stammered as before she realized it the female turian was pulling her into a store decorated heavily with Armour and mods that would amaze most gun enthusiast. "Stop!: The quarian pulled her hand from Gerris finally. "Next time you want to pull me aside for something ask before pulling my arm like rag doll." she said sternly even though the turian female would probably shrug her off anyways.
"Hmmm good morning ladies." A turian clerk said. "How may I help you?"
**Talon**
"Looks like we are on our own." Tritop said as he saw the two girls dash off. "Hmmm did the Quarian tell you this contact of hers or shall we just walk to one of these salvagers and hope we get something worth wild?" The older Krogan motioned to the few kiosk selling and buying ships, but then the krogan noticed the heavy bass sounds of a club. The name. "Hell's Gate" glowing in a red neon. "Hmmm a nice Krogan ale might hit the spot right about now."
"Hmmm good morning ladies." A turian clerk said. "How may I help you?"
**Talon**
"Looks like we are on our own." Tritop said as he saw the two girls dash off. "Hmmm did the Quarian tell you this contact of hers or shall we just walk to one of these salvagers and hope we get something worth wild?" The older Krogan motioned to the few kiosk selling and buying ships, but then the krogan noticed the heavy bass sounds of a club. The name. "Hell's Gate" glowing in a red neon. "Hmmm a nice Krogan ale might hit the spot right about now."
