As you blindy trudge along the narrow corridors of the small ship, you come upon upon a humanoid. From the instinctive grunt it makes when it sees you, you know it's a batarian.

 
BATARIAN MOOK

Hah! Can't believe my luck! Found the golden goose *and* that SOB Drelep is nowhere to be seen! This wild goose chase was worth it after all! Sorry Drelep, but I'm gonna cook this goose my self. This'll feather... nah, I got nothing more.

How the tables have turned! To think that cart incident at CSEC was just a year ago!

(it seems he thinks you can't hear him; he turns towards you, with his assault rifle pointed straight at our head.)

Let's see those claws! You seem to have been basted nicely. Not for long, not for long. Now to only get off this tarnal heap of junk.

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