The lights flicker.
"Y'know, the negotiations were going pretty well until about an hour ago, wouldn't you agree?"
The alien beside you does not reply. You don't remember its species.
"I mean, I think there were some good talks, some real good dialogue, up until an hour ago." An hour ago, the Haqhan Queen's eggs had hatched. It was a silly oversight - the diplomatic talks required those who could make binding agreements, and in a Haqhan hive, only a breeding Queen could. Combine that with that for a breeding Haqhan Queen, egg-laying is not optional or voluntary, top it off with the instincts of Haqhan young... well, suffice it to say, security could've been handled better.
Of course, that wasn't really your fault. After all you were just...
<A> A Diplomat. Did you seriously
pay these incompetent security contractors to secure you only for this to happen?
<B> A Security Contractor. This shit totally happened on someone else's shift. Seriously.
<C> An Engineering Staff Member. You kept the ship in working order behind the scenes, and, well... this isn't really your area of expertise.
<D> A Secretary. You know the ship well enough that you've gotten this far, but your lack of clearance is becoming an issue.
<E> A Pilot. You were basically a glorified shuttlecraft chauffeur, and all of your useful skills are irrelevant to your immediate situation.
<F> A Chef. Oh heavens above why is this happening to you!?
<G> A Murderous Cyborg. Frankly, you're not sure how legal it was for you to be brought onto the station, or why you were brought, but now these damn Haqhans are stealing your prey!