...one of the pirates,” Sam said reassuringly. “We answered your distress call. Here,” he said, helping her up. “I’m Sam.”
“I’m…I’m Sal. Salicari Na Draken,” she said.
‘She has a nice voice,’ thought Sam. ‘I wonder if she sings.’ He was pulled out of his thoughts by movement behind her. The human pirate he thought was down was getting back up, with a pistol in his hand. Sam didn’t have time, grabbing Sal and spinning her around, putting himself between her and the pirate. He felt the pistol shot hit his unprotected shoulder, the momentum knocking them both to the deck. The few seconds the pirate needed to move and get them in his sights again was all Sam needed. He pulled his tempest back out and burst shot the pirate before he could get another shot. This time the blood showed the pirate would not be getting back up.
Sam sighed as he rubbed his shoulder in the medical bay. Arinel looked over her notes as she moved around the med bay. Sam found himself wondering how some humans could not see the beauty in an Asari like Arinel. If ever there was a race that embodied a human sexual fantasy it was the Asari. Timeless beauty, deeply spiritual and, while not exactly the sexual deviants t...