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February 18 2016, 19:13:23 UTC
“He said… some things. About my mom,” she says, not meeting his eyes. “He was from the same colony as me. He moved away when I was little, I think he lives on the Citadel now. He saw me and he said, hey, aren't you Melissa Sweeney’s kid, and I said, yeah, but it's Melissa Hardt now, and then he… called her some names, and said a bunch of gross things.”
The other human puts in, “Fucking bitch whore--”
“Shut up,” says Ictor. He feels a wash of disgust at the man. “You, krogan. How did you get involved?”
“Eh, I was passing by, on my way to meet a friend,” says the krogan. “The male and the girl are talking, and it looks unfriendly and they don't smell like they're related or anything, so I thought I'd stick around and see if I could figure out what was up. Then he grabs her around the shoulders and she just--wham! right in the face. Heh heh. It was impressive, she's got fire for such a tiny thing.”
Chelsea gives the krogan a shy grin at that. Spirits grant me forbearance, thinks Ictor.
“Probably where the head wound came from,” the krogan adds to Gailani, who is carefully applying medi-gel to Chelsea’s scalp, having cleaned the worst of the blood from her hair. “Human faces are full of little crunchy bits.”
“Of course,” says Gailani, drily.
“Anyway, so, that sends the guy staggering, but then he recovers and gets even madder and they shove at each other a bit and he pushes her into me.”
“Didn't you say he had a broken nose?” Ictor asks the medic.
“Yep. Pretty nasty,” she says.
“Was that from after...?”
“Can't think of when else it would have been,” says the krogan. “She got him good with that headbutt. Heh heh heh.”
He looks down at the human male, who is making what is, from context, obviously a rude gesture with his many-fingered hand.
“I suppose I shouldn't bother to ask why you didn't think to alert C-Sec by that point,” Ictor says to the krogan.
“Nah, she was doing pretty well for herself, actually.”
“That’s not what I--” Ictor sighs. “Oh, never mind. So, he pushed her into you.”
“Right. So she starts clawing blindly at me and they're both still yelling at each other and I figure, ok, this is getting kind of stupid, so I put him down gently--”
“This is gently?” snaps the human man.
“If it wasn't, you wouldn't be conscious to know it,” says the krogan. “But instead you get to lie there and whine, because I didn't do any major damage.”
“Astonishingly, you didn't,” says Gailani. “The worst of it was the broken nose, which we’ve just established he most likely already had before you touched him. Other than that, he’ll be sore for weeks, but he’ll be fine.”
Spirits, thinks Ictor, if he were turian he'd probably be down for the count. Apparently humans are squishy because they don't need natural defenses.
“Yeah, see?” says the krogan. “Anyway, that's about when you showed up,” he adds to Ictor.
Ictor sighs.
“Alright, well,” he says, “I'm going to have to take you down to the precinct to get statements, and--”
“What, this didn't count?” says the krogan.
Gailani says, “Hang on. Officer, that's a juvenile.”
The other human puts in, “Fucking bitch whore--”
“Shut up,” says Ictor. He feels a wash of disgust at the man. “You, krogan. How did you get involved?”
“Eh, I was passing by, on my way to meet a friend,” says the krogan. “The male and the girl are talking, and it looks unfriendly and they don't smell like they're related or anything, so I thought I'd stick around and see if I could figure out what was up. Then he grabs her around the shoulders and she just--wham! right in the face. Heh heh. It was impressive, she's got fire for such a tiny thing.”
Chelsea gives the krogan a shy grin at that. Spirits grant me forbearance, thinks Ictor.
“Probably where the head wound came from,” the krogan adds to Gailani, who is carefully applying medi-gel to Chelsea’s scalp, having cleaned the worst of the blood from her hair. “Human faces are full of little crunchy bits.”
“Of course,” says Gailani, drily.
“Anyway, so, that sends the guy staggering, but then he recovers and gets even madder and they shove at each other a bit and he pushes her into me.”
“Didn't you say he had a broken nose?” Ictor asks the medic.
“Yep. Pretty nasty,” she says.
“Was that from after...?”
“Can't think of when else it would have been,” says the krogan. “She got him good with that headbutt. Heh heh heh.”
He looks down at the human male, who is making what is, from context, obviously a rude gesture with his many-fingered hand.
“I suppose I shouldn't bother to ask why you didn't think to alert C-Sec by that point,” Ictor says to the krogan.
“Nah, she was doing pretty well for herself, actually.”
“That’s not what I--” Ictor sighs. “Oh, never mind. So, he pushed her into you.”
“Right. So she starts clawing blindly at me and they're both still yelling at each other and I figure, ok, this is getting kind of stupid, so I put him down gently--”
“This is gently?” snaps the human man.
“If it wasn't, you wouldn't be conscious to know it,” says the krogan. “But instead you get to lie there and whine, because I didn't do any major damage.”
“Astonishingly, you didn't,” says Gailani. “The worst of it was the broken nose, which we’ve just established he most likely already had before you touched him. Other than that, he’ll be sore for weeks, but he’ll be fine.”
Spirits, thinks Ictor, if he were turian he'd probably be down for the count. Apparently humans are squishy because they don't need natural defenses.
“Yeah, see?” says the krogan. “Anyway, that's about when you showed up,” he adds to Ictor.
Ictor sighs.
“Alright, well,” he says, “I'm going to have to take you down to the precinct to get statements, and--”
“What, this didn't count?” says the krogan.
Gailani says, “Hang on. Officer, that's a juvenile.”
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