Tornak left the shuttle, pushing his way past any who were stupid enough to block his passage, and listened to the briefing. The information would all be on his omni-tool, but frankly he preferred the old fashioned way when it came to such matters. It was probably a failing of Batarians that they still clung to traditional methods so strongly, but it was not something Tornak was willing to deal with at this exact moment in time. After a few moments his face scrawled into an expression of distaste and he broke away, now knowing where the most important locations were on the level of the ship they found themselves on.
With a powerful flashback running through his mind, he paused for a moment at his door. Similar surroundings, but painted a rust red, narrow, Batarians all around him. They were arrogant, but they were friends. The ship shook and splintered, they died, not a chance to fight, Tornak sprinted to the escape pod, only one who made it. Something new had killed them, something unlike anything else seen in the known universe, when he found them he would make them pay.
The door pinged open as he walked in, surveying his simple, spartan even, surroundings. They were suitable to his tastes; he paused for a moment, half considering meeting the idiot human who had challenged him and teaching him the errors of his actions. He decided against it, already the hostility was mounting against him, as it always did, because Batarians were almost always met with constant racism. He almost grinned at the thought, bastards.
Instead he opted to test out the VR training room, it was probably worth his time to warm up and fire off a few rounds with a pistol. Although his rifle was something he never forgot how to use, the pistol could always be honed, and marksmanship was a skill which needed constant maintenance.
A few minutes later he found himself at a realistic seeming target range, training weapon in hand. The first challenge was simple, moving targets, he fired a near constant barrage faster than most humans could manage, hitting seven out of nine of his targets. The last he took down with a well-placed round to the head.
The next challenge was different, he walked forward and fired at moving targets which ducked in and out of cover, there hits on him were also measured. He walked out with every target downed; fifteen for fifteen, only one non-fatal shot had hit him. He looked at the results with displeasure; he would do better next time.