Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20160501002843/@comment-24652012-20160501041350

After his crewshift time is over Swims Like Shark goes into his cabin, which in reality is just a extra gym locker room pimped out with a water cleaning system double air lock doors the drains closed off with concrete and the room flooded with shower water, blow dryers and shower nozzles upgraded into heating and cooling systems to keep it comfy. He will actually be sharing the room with 4 other sirens. He don't know who they are yet, but considering they are the only ones who know the password to get in, he will find out.

He lays on the floor next to a couple benches, a shrimp is a foot and a half in front of him. He opens his jaws wide and rests in this position, allowing the shrimp to crawl into his mouth and begin cleaning his teeth gums and tong.

A lot is on his mind right now, he has seen the way land people can be traumatized by navy seal stile combat. Even a mighty krogan isn't immune. Only reason most of his own people weren't so heavily traumatized is because, weal, they are water life forms who where fighting in something ruminant of their habitat. In reality he tried to insure they didn't do much fighting at all, he simply had the armada build a heavily fortified fox hole to try to keep everyone safe and occasionally send scouts and rangers to scan for ways they can go from defense to offence.

The members of his species who truly where traumatized where the ones who survived near entire squads being picked off. Especially the ones who had to leave some of their brothers in arms behind. Lets be honest, the only thing a siren have to fear on a mission like that for them selves is the threat of radio activity, getting to close to a volcanic vent and boiling, or getting to far from one and freezing to death in Antarctic water temperature.

Deep down however he felt guilty that he had to allow air breathing terrestrial based people built for land be subjected to that, what for them is hell. The horror they felt, the pain they went through, their senses impotent out side their natural habitat, and having to watch as their friends are killed, and their siren companions having to prioritize a struggle to save them, this is all on his hands, and he will have to live with it until his mortality expires. Maby even in the after life.

And at the same time, their is the issue with the krogan. The sirens hadn't known how to handle the complexity of rescuing a krogan, and, had learned the hard way that a krogans way of thanking someone for saving their life, is to threaten theirs. And that it risks getting into a fight with a krogan. Now, a fight with a human or a Kig-yar, a true siren would refuse because it would be so easy, it would be cowardly how unfair it would be. Swims Like Shark had never encountered nor heard of a Spartan, but if a siren where to fight a Spartan, they wouldn't even notice their was anything different about them compared to a regular human. A jiralhanae wouldn't stand a chance, a sangheili with their life span would at least be at the same level of training, but a krogan? No siren until now has even met one, so that would be dealing with a enemy completely beyond their knowing. Deep down, he is afraid of a fight with a krogan, not because he would lose so much, as rather, even if he had won he would be breaking The Glory Alliance's interstellar diplomatic oath, and with no exception, the protocol for the homicide of another representative of the New Galactic Republic is for his own people to line him againce the wall for a firing squad, present his body to the galactic council, and recant his services. One simply has no option to fight something that is a lose lose fight. His reason for fearing it isn't so much their are brutal consequences weather he would survive the fight or not, its his chances of maintaining his own temper and not getting into the fight.

These krogan, their immature, rude, don't take jokes to well, are unforgiving, and as tough as they may be, just aren't tough enough to, to human metaphor, turn the other cheek. His fear, is that he will not be able to get along with these, krogans, as their called. He speaks a thought out loud: "I need to either find a way to get along with these odd new creatures, or just bribe the other officers to put them in their squadrons instead of mine."

Oopse! He had forgotten that the shrimp was in his mouth. Its spooked from him opening and closing his jaws to talk, rushes out of his mouth. He looks it over.... thankfully unharmed. He waits for it to calm down from the fear of his teeth, then, opens his jaws, the shrimp crawls back in and continues to do its job.