Clones and Quarians | Tunri

While Boss had been onboard the Normandy for almost five months now, he still knew little of the species in this galaxy. Sure, he had a few “close” encounters or potentially close encounters, but the people that weren’t humans were… Well, alien to him. It was disturbing to him that he was fighting alongside people yet he didn’t truly know who they were or what their backstory was. Of course, he didn’t blame anybody but himself. How could he do otherwise?

He was clad in his armor for the day—a rarity for him during off days on the Normandy. He had a desire to feel safe and secure and he would truly only feel it if he was in his second skin—iron skin, beskar’gam. While it wasn’t always the most comfortable thing, he had made modifications so that movement was improved and he could sit down without pinching certain areas constantly. And to him, it was almost a second home.

Without a second thought, he walked into the Normandy’s lounge area. He saw a few other humans in there sitting around tables and drinking but to his dismay, no other alien species. With a half-hearted sigh, he walked over to the bar area and grabbed a bottle of water before sitting on the couch and observing those around him and those who were heading in and out.