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The first time Kal’Reegar solved a problem for Tali’Zorah, they were strangers, or as close to strangers as quarians could be. There were ten squad leaders lined up and standing at attention before her, and Tali’Zorah had no idea how to pick only one.
She paced before them, trying to find just one that wasn’t perfect, wasn’t standing at attention like someone hit him with a cryo round. There were no imperfections and no reasons to rule any out. They were the best of the best. They would be.
She finally stopped and sighed, shaking her head. She touched the visor of her helmet in exasperation. When asking for an escort for her team, she should have mentioned that she did not need to pick them out.
“I need a squad to escort a team of scientists on a mission deep in geth territory,” she said. “It shouldn’t be too dangerous, but I won’t assign anyone-- I would like a volunteer.”
As one, all ten marines stepped forward. She was so taken aback, she didn’t recover until one, quicker than the rest, solved the problem by taking another step forward.
“Kal’Reegar, ma’am.”