combat displays from their mother planet. 14/?
anonymous
December 9 2010, 07:24:29 UTC
After Bailey had exited stage left, Sergeant Haron was allowed to take the podium and introduce the first 'elf;' a pretty, dark skinned asari wearing a red and white knit outfit that featured a lot more pompoms than was strictly necessary.
Sitting in the crowd, Oriana was a bit envious of how these aliens seemed to be made up entirely of legs. It would have been a lie to say they didn't look attractive with their makeup done to a sparkling perfect finish and their flirty little smiles, but when the first salarian came out, it was still a bit of a relief.
Actually, it was more than that. It was kind of adorable. Someone had cut enough holes in a box so that all the alien's limbs could stick out and he was forced to waddle a little while he walked. It was a gift that could deliver itself, she thought, and unable to help herself, took a quick snapshot to show her friends later. She was tempted to put in a bid, but knew she couldn't afford to waste her money. She had a plan after all.
A few minutes of awkward silence from the auctioneer and it looked like no one wanted to buy the poor thing. Backstage, Kolyat was having a hard time suppressing his 'I told you so' instinct, and would have said something had he a) not been waiting in line to go next and b) not been so damn nervous all of a sudden.
Meanwhile Oriana was starting to feel badly for the salarian. Admittedly they weren't the sexiest investment, but it didn't seem right to have them stand there and be faced with a price that was quickly dipping into the negatives. She was just starting to key in a pity bid, when the officer waddled up to Haron and borrowed his microphone. To his credit, the salarian didn't seem at all upset.
Flicking off a piece of imaginary dirt from his square shoulder and adjusting his bow, he cough into the mic. When the officer had everyone's attention, he said with absolute confidence, “Buy me.”
He paused, and Oriana could have sworn it was for dramatic effect.
Sitting in the crowd, Oriana was a bit envious of how these aliens seemed to be made up entirely of legs. It would have been a lie to say they didn't look attractive with their makeup done to a sparkling perfect finish and their flirty little smiles, but when the first salarian came out, it was still a bit of a relief.
Actually, it was more than that. It was kind of adorable. Someone had cut enough holes in a box so that all the alien's limbs could stick out and he was forced to waddle a little while he walked. It was a gift that could deliver itself, she thought, and unable to help herself, took a quick snapshot to show her friends later. She was tempted to put in a bid, but knew she couldn't afford to waste her money. She had a plan after all.
A few minutes of awkward silence from the auctioneer and it looked like no one wanted to buy the poor thing. Backstage, Kolyat was having a hard time suppressing his 'I told you so' instinct, and would have said something had he a) not been waiting in line to go next and b) not been so damn nervous all of a sudden.
Meanwhile Oriana was starting to feel badly for the salarian. Admittedly they weren't the sexiest investment, but it didn't seem right to have them stand there and be faced with a price that was quickly dipping into the negatives. She was just starting to key in a pity bid, when the officer waddled up to Haron and borrowed his microphone. To his credit, the salarian didn't seem at all upset.
Flicking off a piece of imaginary dirt from his square shoulder and adjusting his bow, he cough into the mic. When the officer had everyone's attention, he said with absolute confidence, “Buy me.”
He paused, and Oriana could have sworn it was for dramatic effect.
“I'll do your organization's taxes for you.”
After that, the salarians sold like hotcakes.
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