//------------------------------// // Yes! Wait, No! I Mean Maybe! // Story: Beyond This Galaxy Of Ours // by bronystrongwing //------------------------------// "Wait, you mean I get all this?!" Max shouts, his arms spread to indicate his current living quarters, a large room with a very soft bed in the middle. "Y-yes, i-is something w-w-wrong, sir?" asked the maid, fear shaking every bone in her body. She nervously stepped towards the door, case her guest get 'upset'. "Wrong? No, this is awesome! Hell, the best apartment on the Citadel looks like an Omega motel compared to this! Oh, and don't call me sir, Max is fine." He replied, still eyeing his current housing. The maid visibly calmed as she heard this. "Well then sir-, er, Max, do you need anything else?" she says, a legitimate smile across her face. "Yeah, how 'bout your name? Can't be friends until we're at least on a first-name basis." he says, turning to face the mare. "Err, it's Sharpfeather, but why would you want to be friends with a maid?" she asks, completely baffled by this aliens behavior. "I may be stuck here for a while, so I see myself going two ways. I could become a social outcast, only leaving my quarters when needed, or I can actually have a life, meet people, see new things, and, possibly, nearly get myself killed on a daily basis." Sharpfeather, now thoroughly confused, tried, and failed, to muster a thought. Before she could utter her incomplete thought, Max once again spoke up. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Sharpy. Sadly, it's getting late. Well, good night." He says, heading towards his bed, then promptly falling face first on it and emitting a series of loud snores in mere moments. Sharpfeather exits the room and shuts the door silently before a thought suddenly strikes her. "Sharpy?" ------ Meanwhile, Aldiv's quarters. ------ 'reasons for Geth attack? Entered newly acquired territory? Possible. Passengers had past dealings with Geth? No, checked records before mission. Wait, What if... Yes, of course. Highest possibility for occurrence. New technology being tested, we were test subject. Human phrase, lab rat. Far from any com buoy, little resistance, easy target. Never seen Geth ship use such weapons. Possibly why it affected Mass Relay. Tell others? Later. Not important now. Little hungry. Wonder what foods ponies make. Could go out now or wait until morning. Wait. Don't want to be rude, plus, have no clue where kitchen. How does a pony pick up utensils? Need data. Will figure out later, need rest.' ------ Meanwhile, Samdon's quarters. ------ "Shit, I'm tired." He then lays flat on his bed, then falls asleep.