"What sci-fi movie have I walked into?" Natalie muttered as she stepped away from the memorial slab. The "crew quarters" only created more questions than answers. There were more people here, all wearing that same uniform that she had seen most everyone else squeezed into.
Natalie's eyes were first drawn to a man and woman who sat at one of the tables. The two were rather vocal about their dissatisfaction over the food. The name "Mess Sergeant Gardner" came up a couple times.
Sergeant? Was Natalie in some sort of military?
As if to confirm her thoughts, a rather broad looking man carrying a gun (a futuristic rifle? Natalie wasn't very good with firearms), stepped toward the elevator. Natalie got an odd look from him when she quickly scampered out of the way.
"Definitely military." she whispered. Just as she said it, a wave of panic began to set in. Crap, this was bad. In this messed up... whatever reality she woke up in, she just had to be a member of the military? She barely knew anything about normal guns, let alone any of this futuristic crap. What the hell would the captain... commander... whatever the guy in charge was called do to her if she couldn't do her job?
Natalie took in a deep, calming breath. No, no. Panicking would not do her any favors. She needed to figure out what exactly was up and then come up with a plan to fix it.
Alright, judging from everything she had seen, she was probably on some sort of ship. Considering that representation of the galaxy she saw, this was probably one of those "Star Trek" ships. But...
She walked down the crew quarters, heedless of the red lights toward the end and...
What... was that?
Something looked up at her. It was completely clad in metal a blue and black metal suit. Hell, she had seen renditions of knights that wore much less armor. But that... that was not the part that caused her to gasp.
Its head... the closest she could get to describing it was some strange cross between a lizard and a bug.
Natalie ducked out of sight, into one of the open doors of the crew quarters.
Garrus bemusedly glanced at her, before rubbing at the scar on the side of his face.
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