Adder Stryde ( A Mass Effect fic.)
"You're sure you want to go through with this?" the orange Salarian asked, "Absolutely?"
"Yes," the young man said looking around the dingy clinic, a hint of disdain ever-present in his topaz eyes. "If i wasn't do you think I would've paid fifty thousand credits for the best doctor on this god forsaken rock you call "Omega"?"
"I see," the Salarian replied as the young man stretched out on a long, cold, grey operating table. "let us begin then."
the young man looked up at the operating equipment suspended above him on robotic arms, thankful most or it wouldn't be needed.