I'm changing up some of Kyle's story, or at least editing it! It's 2 AM so forgive me for the wall of text, it's technically just a summary x3 Criticism appreciated c:

As of now, he was a spoiled little thing who grew up to be a chubby cinnamon roll. He was blown out of his mind through basic training and was pretty shell shocked. He and a group of rebellious flower childs ventured out into the galaxy to see a better part of society, during which he met numerous species. Many people joined along the way, especially when they hit the citadel and met a drell named Ker. Ker came from a species who had no home but that of a slavehouse, the Hanar homeworld. Bound by the water, and unable to retake their homeworld, Drell were in an unfortunate situation. After traveling to far out of citadel space, the group was attacked by a group of batarian and human pirates. Most were killed except for a sparse few, and Fer and Kyle ended up in captivity. After months of being deprived of contact, the pirates made the same mistake as the young adults and strayed too close to human alliance (I believe that's the right group??) After a bloody fight, the few remaining were released.

Kyle hadn't seen Ker since the attack, and he wondered if he was alive. He missed him. Not straying far from where he was released, he often ended up in soup kitchens and poor houses, or in a near coma from some suspicious drug. He had few physical scars. Eventually, by chance, Ker and Kyle had met. They hugged and cried tears of joy, they didn't have a single clue who survived. As far as they knew no one else but them did. Ker's luck with drugs... was seemingly better than Kyle's. Ker was not affected by the trauma, he'd always say "I remember every memory" in a quiet tone. Not as if he was bothered, but he didn't seem to care for the conversation.

Time passed slowly, the two mingled and explored the slums of the colony, kept each other company, and looked for new ways to get credits. Yet it became tiring, a chore, and hopeless. On a regular day with few activities in between, Kyle sat himself on the floor while Ker napped beside him. He nearly fell asleep himself before an old lady approached him "'Scuse me, scaly boy, y'wake?" Her words were heavily accented, Kyle jolted awake nudging Ker out of his sleep at the same time, "What's up with ya? Why y'all people so known for getting offended?" She laughed, loudly, what a blunt old hag Kyle thought to himself. Ker looked irritated, and the hag spoke up once again, "What the hell ya look irritated for, the fact you ain't got any drugs or that someone's talkin' to ya?" Laughter filled the room, a vacant room. It was dark out. Kyle thought to himself, "Fuck, I didn't think I fell asleep." Ker perked up, "Do you need something, or are you just here to be an asshole?"

The next paragraph has a lot of profanities and slurs, just thought I'd tell y'all...

The woman calmed down, "Yah... I'm sorry, I just like pullin' y'all legs. Anyway - it's late babes, ain't no one here, ain't safe here. Why don't y'all babes come and stay at my place?" She suddenly became sweeter, more motherly. Ker started to smile, but Kyle answered, "Fuck off you hag." Ker and the woman froze. Ker eyed Kyle with a look of "What the fuck man she's just a grandma." The woman stood firm. Hell broke loose, "Excuse my words boy, but quit ya fuckin' attitude. Ya think I just approached a couple 'fuckin alien lil wayne's? Ya think I don't know what shit eatin' buttfuckers y'all are? Fuck y'all, open ya damn eyes boy everyone knows who you are. Ya lil shit waffle, got dam what's your issue. Bitch ya stole my got damn money just last week. Ya think my bitch ass ain't ever been where you at, little shit I got a hella large number of scars-" The rant continued for 10 minutes with a mix of phobic slurs and profanities, Ker was stunned, Kyle was white as a ghost "-And that's the fuckin' harsh-ass bright reality. Open ya eyes boys."

"I-I-I I ah," Kyle's voice was small and his eyes began to fill with tears, "I..." He was speechless. The tears began to fall down his cheeks, the woman kneeled down. "The name's Samantha. Your's, honey?" "K-Kyle. H-He's Ker." Samantha placed her hands on Kyle's shoulders, he cried harder, she pulled him in, he was distraught. The emotions caught wind and Ker began to cry too, Samantha beckoned him.

~Fast forward a month~

The "babes" had already gotten use to Samantha's house. They had their own bedroom and bath, it was a fairly big house. It was the "pros of being retired," or at least that's how Samantha put it. Ker's rehabilitation went smoothly, Kyle's did not.
Samantha started pushing Kyle heavily on his rehabilitation, he began to lose the feeling of pleasure and normacy, and didn't regain it fully for about a year-and-a-half.

~Fast forward a year-and-a-half~

Ker and Kyle became better friends again, it was strained as Kyle went through rehab. They still lived with Samantha, or "Mom." Kyle and Ker would travel, many times by themselves. Kyle always seemed to be a bit traumatized, he never thought people could be as bad as those asshat pirates. Kyle has had to be saved numerous times. Kyle also picked up the ukulele after rummaging through Samantha's closet for god knows what and found her old one. It was, of course, decorated in sparkles and cat drawings.

~Fast forward a few years~

Kyle goes through a phase of needing validation of being loved due to resurfaced trauma, confesses his infatuation with Samantha to her. She hugs him, tells him she sees him differently, and that the infatuation will surely pass. He learns to hide it,
but it never passes, and thinks about her a lot. He can hold normal relationships and he would be faithful, but given the chance, Kyle would leave anybody for her. (It should be noted that Sam was a very active, healthy nut and probably looked a lot like this (http://stylewu.com/wp-content/uploa.....70x325-jpg.jpg lmao) Kyle also finds his family and starts to visit them (that's a wholllllle nother' story lmao)

It's 2:45 AM now, you literally read 45 minutes of my shitty writing. How's it feel? Shitty? Good, that's what I intended.