Dec 4, 2015
@solathebirdy
Crassus had barely taken the time to nurse his own wounds, slathering on some medigel as he went checking on his men. It was... odd, to be in control of a unit again but he took pride in the fact that he’d only lost a few in the battle. The Captain wanted him back aboard the ship. The larger turian promised to think about it. He’d lied. Now, more than ever, Sola and Rivett needed him, but he’d be lying again if he said the offer wasn’t tempting. He made his way to the borrowed captain’s cabin, carrying a plate of food, some water, any medical things they might need. He forced a reassuring smile on his face as the door opened. “I’m sorry that it took so long to get back up here.”