MassEffectRP

"Hurry up varren bait, " the bos'un said, "We're almost done and you can get back to cleaning the decks."

Joy, Owen thought, but he was smart enough not to say it.  "What's next?" He asked as they walked down a busy street as the sun began to set.

 They'd spent most of the picking up supplies and munitions with the bos'un supplying the credits and the haggling while Owen just stood quietly and then  helped the slaves load things up to be shipped back to their shuttle.  He hadn't guessed why the bos'un had brought him along of all the crew, it certainly wasn't to watch the bos'un's back--they had a damned krogan, and the way the bos'un treated him since he'd been forced onto the crew, Owen would have been happy enough to let anyone put the batarian in the clay.  But for whatever reason, he was there and he had to do his job and he could only imagine how much worse his life could be.

The batarian gave him an evil grin, "Cap'n wants us to throw a little party for the crew tonight; we're getting ready to go back out.  We're picking up some 'entertainment'."