"He's here because we're not allowed to live alone. We have to find someone and he seemed like the best match. For the most part, we keep to ourselves." It was true. The quarian was always so busy working and trying to make money to get out of Omega, or at least up a few rungs higher than he currently was, though Kengo wasn't sure where the other planned to go. Everyone talked about how the system was shut off from the others. Kengo hadn't investigated that very much, mostly because of the fact that he didn't have the time to think about things that he couldn't fix.
Stepping into the kitchen area, Kengo pulled a pair of small, plastic covered boxes down from one of the shelves. He tossed one onto the table in front of Ryusei, bringing the other over and starting to open it. From the looks of it, it seemed to be some sort of pre-packaged ration with a number of components.
"Ash is a Quarian. They look like humans, but they're pretty different. The suit he wears has its own environment. Their immune systems are so fragile that they can't be exposed to anything, or they risk dying at the slightest infection. They also can't eat human food because of the composition of their bodies. They also primarily live on a large numbered set of ships known as the Migrant Fleet, but they send out Quarians once they hit a certain age to perform something called a Pilgrimage. He has to find something valuable for his home and bring it back. That's how he ended up here. Otherwise, they don't leave and don't tend to socialize with other groups, so you won't see too many of them here."
As Kengo spoke, he tore off the wrapper of his ration and had gotten to work at separating everything. There was a process of adding the contents of one pack to another and closing it to, it seemed, heat up the food. It didn't look fancy, but Kengo hadn't been very concerned with eating since arriving. "There's a lot of different races here. Quarian, turian, salarian, krogan, batarian, volus, vorcha... Some others I'm probably forgetting."
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Stepping into the kitchen area, Kengo pulled a pair of small, plastic covered boxes down from one of the shelves. He tossed one onto the table in front of Ryusei, bringing the other over and starting to open it. From the looks of it, it seemed to be some sort of pre-packaged ration with a number of components.
"Ash is a Quarian. They look like humans, but they're pretty different. The suit he wears has its own environment. Their immune systems are so fragile that they can't be exposed to anything, or they risk dying at the slightest infection. They also can't eat human food because of the composition of their bodies. They also primarily live on a large numbered set of ships known as the Migrant Fleet, but they send out Quarians once they hit a certain age to perform something called a Pilgrimage. He has to find something valuable for his home and bring it back. That's how he ended up here. Otherwise, they don't leave and don't tend to socialize with other groups, so you won't see too many of them here."
As Kengo spoke, he tore off the wrapper of his ration and had gotten to work at separating everything. There was a process of adding the contents of one pack to another and closing it to, it seemed, heat up the food. It didn't look fancy, but Kengo hadn't been very concerned with eating since arriving. "There's a lot of different races here. Quarian, turian, salarian, krogan, batarian, volus, vorcha... Some others I'm probably forgetting."