Not All Humans 2/?
anonymous
July 9 2012, 17:00:00 UTC
Pilon Versatie was having a bad day. First that damn human customs officer put his ceremonial blade in a locker, free to be picked up once a permit had been purchased. Then he saw that human reporter for Citadel News Net had been hired instead of him. The human store clerk told him they were out of turian cruiser models. The human weapons store clerk said they were out of a turian pistol replacement parts. The human video game clerk had sold the last Galaxy of Fantasy: Turian Edition to the human in line before him, it would be two weeks to restock their supply. Then lastly, that insufferable human 'reporter' with a black eye began questioning him simply because he was turian.
Humans. Humans. Humans. Humans. Humans! He couldn't wait to get back to Palaven.
To top it off, everytime he turned around, that damned armored human female and that turian were there. Stalking him. They were at the restaurant before him, however. But he couldn't shake the feeling that they were staring at him when he wasn't looking. And the way the female moaned when she took a bite of whatever was in her hands seemed somewhat pornographic. If the red color rising up the chef's neck was anything to go by, it was. Is this what humans call 'Food Porn'?
All he had wanted was to get his errands ran, go pick up a delicious viparu-burger, come back to his hotel room and eat in peace.
Once he got back to his room, he did just that. Moaning when the taste of the viparu-burger hit his tongue. Been too long since I had one of these. Perhaps that human had been feeling the same of her meal. Food Porn, indeed. He took a long hot shower, trying to let the hot water ease his tense muscles. He dressed in his casuals before laying on the bed to watch some vid that was on, quickly drifting to sleep.
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He was jerked awake by loud knocking on the door.
"Yeah, I'm comin'!"
He opened the door, confused when his eyes met a polarized turian helmet. Nervous, when his eyes traveled lower noticing a huge black scorch mark on the neck piece. That had to hurt.
"Uh, can I help you?"
"Yeah, I've been sent to bring you in on SPECTRE orders for questioning."
"What? Why?
"As I do not have SPECTRE clearance sir, I cannot tell you the reason. I'm just following orders. I am a confidential informant." The turian said pointing to his helmet. "For your own protection, sir, I will need to cover your face. The SPECTRE wishes to protect your identity."
Pilon doesn't like it, but he's a good turian and good turians followed orders. I hope this isn't about that sex vid of a high-ranking Heirarchy official that got out. Spirits, I don't want to see it again. He gathers a few things before nodding to the turian.
"Who are you, anyway?"
The turian answered as he put the black bag over Polin's head, "Call me Archangel."
Humans. Humans. Humans. Humans. Humans! He couldn't wait to get back to Palaven.
To top it off, everytime he turned around, that damned armored human female and that turian were there. Stalking him. They were at the restaurant before him, however. But he couldn't shake the feeling that they were staring at him when he wasn't looking. And the way the female moaned when she took a bite of whatever was in her hands seemed somewhat pornographic. If the red color rising up the chef's neck was anything to go by, it was. Is this what humans call 'Food Porn'?
All he had wanted was to get his errands ran, go pick up a delicious viparu-burger, come back to his hotel room and eat in peace.
Once he got back to his room, he did just that. Moaning when the taste of the viparu-burger hit his tongue. Been too long since I had one of these. Perhaps that human had been feeling the same of her meal. Food Porn, indeed. He took a long hot shower, trying to let the hot water ease his tense muscles. He dressed in his casuals before laying on the bed to watch some vid that was on, quickly drifting to sleep.
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He was jerked awake by loud knocking on the door.
"Yeah, I'm comin'!"
He opened the door, confused when his eyes met a polarized turian helmet. Nervous, when his eyes traveled lower noticing a huge black scorch mark on the neck piece. That had to hurt.
"Uh, can I help you?"
"Yeah, I've been sent to bring you in on SPECTRE orders for questioning."
"What? Why?
"As I do not have SPECTRE clearance sir, I cannot tell you the reason. I'm just following orders. I am a confidential informant." The turian said pointing to his helmet. "For your own protection, sir, I will need to cover your face. The SPECTRE wishes to protect your identity."
Pilon doesn't like it, but he's a good turian and good turians followed orders. I hope this isn't about that sex vid of a high-ranking Heirarchy official that got out. Spirits, I don't want to see it again. He gathers a few things before nodding to the turian.
"Who are you, anyway?"
The turian answered as he put the black bag over Polin's head, "Call me Archangel."
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The turian answered as he put the black bag over Polin's head, "Call me Archangel."
I think I died and gone to heaven (by the way not OP but loving this fill anyway.)
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I had a hard time with Pilon's name...occasionally typing Polin instead. What a mess editing was! And I still missed some!
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