Good thing he was off duty. The methane room was nearby, and he hobbled toward it, drawing a strange look from a Minor Jiralhanae. The next corner split in to two for a second, and he paused. A commotion broke out, and the small Unggoy giggled. Fights between the youthful Jiralhanae were all too common and entertaining. He made it to the corner, ecstatic that he would get to see the light show. He reached the corner and grabbed it to steady himself. Odd, the commotion seemed to have ‘’three’’ sets of lights from plasma rifles. He giggled as the lights set off a pleasurable storm in his mind. “Sir.”