“Little angel? Hah, a fitting name for a cowardly human who needs rescue.” The Batarian slid both feet from the table as the initial briefing concluded, whatever measure of respect he maintained for their mysterious leader fading as he relinquished his power over to the captain.
“I would have preferred to help this… Archangel. More fighting, sounds worthy of my time, what else must we know of this man before we leave, captain?” He used the man’s rank in possibly the most sarcastic manner ever perceived. “More importantly, how much am I paid for returning with him alive?”
All of Tornak’s four eyes surveyed the room in an alien seeming pattern, the greatest advantage of having them and the reason for many Batarian’s belief that lesser eyed humanoids were less intelligent. Although this was certainly not true, it did give his people a significant advantage in trading and other perceptive activities. Tornak turned his head rudely to the right; he had not needed to look at the image of the Omega station because he knew it well. Omega was a home away from home for most of the Batarian’s outside their system, and he had done his share of mercenary work there. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to kill too many of his own people to retrieve this human they were rescuing.
Provided there was no other reason to stay, once he had his answers the Batarian warrior would leave the conference room without a word, not particularly interested in making friends. Many of the people around him would probably be dead on Omega within the next 24 hours, they looked just about as green as you could possibly get. He had made a few exceptions though, the massive brute of a Krogan could probably look down on a hail of gunfire and live, although it was not impossible to kill one. A few flashes of blood stained memory reminded him of his own encounters with Krogan, they were easily brought down by the Harpoon, it was immensely satisfying to then finish them with the blade.
Tornak strolled down the corridors and re-acquired his gear, clothing himself in his Skirmish armour and holstering his Judgement pistol. He considered the likely battle field on Omega and decided it might be useful to take a quiet but efficient weapon, and so finally he strapped his Kishock Harpoon gun to his back. Fully equipped, he grabbed a drink and then made his way to the shuttle entering without a word and taking a seat on one side of the craft.