The young woman chewed on her ration bar idly as she watched the batarian in front of her begin to wake up. It'd taken a long while to track this particular bastard down, far too long if she were being honest. It was just her luck that he thought he'd be safe in Illium...Illum of all places. She gave a soft laugh at the thought, then bit into the ration bar. [color=yellow][i]Mm, peanut butter was always my favorite. Don't know how to feel about the nut blend in it though. Probably would have been better with some sort of berry flavor.[/i][/color] Her face screwed up in thought as the Batarian's eyes began to open...well...one of them anyway. The other two were in no condition to even blink. [color=yellow]"Which do you think goes better with tree nut substitute, Barvarn? Raspberry or blackberry substitute? Personally, I'd go with blackberry. It's a little more tart, you know?"[/color] The batarian's good eye was finally focused on her, and she was sure that the glowing visor was off putting in the near dark. The alien had tried to struggle to his feet, to throw something...to escape. But the human just watched from behind her visor, chewing steadily. [color=yellow]"I suggest that you take this time to pray to your gods, Batarian. You and I have a lot to talk about once I finish this bar."[/color] She took a bite then pointed it at the incapacitated alien as she walked towards him. Idly, she wondered if aliens could sweat. The sheer amount of terror in his eyes certainly suggested that this one would be if he could. [color=yellow]"You could stand, you know. You're not tied down--"[/color] She gave a smirk of amusement from behind her helmet as the batarian's struggles returned. He only slipped from the chair he had been propped up in. [color=yellow] "My, impatient aren't you? "[/color] She walked over to him and gripped him by the collar of his shirt. She forcefully yanked him up and roughly pushed him back into the seat with one hand. [color=yellow]"I said that you could stand. Didn't mean that you would. Your legs are broken after all. You took a nasty tumble."[/color] She swallowed her bite rhen tossed the bar over her shoulder. The Batarian watched the bar as it disappeared into the darkness, then gulped when her felt an armored hand grip his jaw, [color=yellow] "So...where are those humans that you kidnapped? Cooperate, and I will bring you in for the bounty, alive."[/color] She pulled the cloth gag down but didn't relinquish her grip. [color=yellow]"You've got one shot to have some honor, Slaver."[/color] ---- Alex looked down at her omni-tool as she sat on some of the crates near the rust bucket she'd be calling "home" for a while. [I]Package received, full payment has been sent, plus the agreed bonus. Good work. Additional payment will be sent if bonus parameters are met. [/I] Alex snorted at the message but made sure to check her account. When everything was verified and cleared, a turian gave the news that their captain was dead and the rustbucket now belonged to all of them. Alex had forgone her helmet, visor, and armor, and seemed comfy in her pants, boots and hoodie. When they were told they would have to vacate the bay, Alex hurried to follow her new crewmates. When her eyes caught sight of a batarian, she saw little else. She waited, of course, any decent bounty hunter knew that making enemies was just like making friends. She would wait, watch and study. If he was worth the associated risks, then she would go for the end game. Any moves beforehand would render the powder keg inert...or it would explode before she was prepared for it. She turned away for the time being and began to walk around. She had noticed a few humans and turians, a quarter, a vorcha, two asari, and a vorcha while she surveyed the ship and it's defensive capabilities as a battleground. Oh, and the sick looking drell. Her ration bag was slung over her shoulder while her armor and weapon case was clutched in her free hand. After a few minutes, she found the medical bay and began to settle in. She was no doctor, but she was pretty good at patching herself up after a battle--in her humble opinion. She figured it would be best to have someone with some measure of medical experience rather than no one at all. Once she began to familiarize herself with the equipment, she began to move the various crates to proper places. Once everything was relatively clear, sterilized, and put away, she headed towards the kitchen. While she wouldn't be able to practice her biotics on the ship--hah, the hunk of junk looked like it would get torn apart by Baby's First Biotic Charge!--her metabolism kept chugging along. A small snack was in order...even with the sound of an explosion from somewhere on the ship that wasn't near her. She was going to strangle Captain Hills for roping her into this...