Popping the First Heatsink

[popaheatsink]

[There is a surprising lack of fumbling of buttons, with this new entry-- the Video turns on cleanly, and a non-human face studies the feed cautiously.]

Riiiiight. [Bare talons rub at the bone on the side of his jaw tiredly; he looks slightly exasperated, no doubt at the lack of armor in unfamiliar surroundings. At least his tattoos had come

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Voice;

[loisfuckinglane]

Military, huh?

[popaheatsink]

Heh. Ex. Don't supposed Turians are familiar to you either?

[loisfuckinglane]

Is that your planet, your squadron, your race, or your weapon name? Because it means a whole lot of nothing to me, no.

[popaheatsink]

Race. [Sad day.] No squadron; I'm part of Shepard's crew. Planet apparently doesn't exist according to your data archives; and I assume my weapon is getting a bit lonely for me back home.

[skullcastle]

[Wily peers at the Turian for a lengthy amount of time, wiggling his eyebrows curiously.]

I've studied the alien life forms in this galaxy, but I've never seen something like you before.

[popaheatsink]

[There's a wry flex of his mandibles, and Garrus shakes his head.] Apparently, I don't exist.

[skullcastle]

Right, and I'm the space king.

[popaheatsink]

That's not the strangest thing I've heard today.