[b] [u] Gor & Aur [/u] [/b]

Gor smiled once he caught sight of a man heading towards them. Looked nice and tough, seemed friendly, and was well-versed in moustache etiquette. Aur, however, was much more discerning, though when he was about to speak Gor silenced him. [b]"Yes we are, we're in need of Mercs, techies, wizards, appraisers and what-ha-"[/b] Before the dwarf could finish his sentence a plane went screaming overhead, sending Aur into a quasi-panic. He quickly ducked behind the crate he was sitting on and produced a rectangular object from said crate. It quickly unfolded itself into a rifle, which he kept trained on the plane. 

However, it soon became clear that the pilot wasn't a threat, just dumb. with a sigh he stowed the rifle on his belt, though he didn't drop his guard. Aur was even less confident of this new arrival than the last one. A teenage girl (he assumed)? She listed off ways she could be useful, but he still wasn't impressed. [b]"So you're saying your vehicles valuable but you are- Hey!"[/b] As Aur spoke, Gor slapped him in the back of the head. [b]"Don't mind my associate, he's a bit slow to trust. I'm Gor, and you've come to the right place."[/b] The Dwarf said, offering a handshake. [b]"Aur, you go deal with the other arrivals, alright?"[/b] He said to the Siren, who still seemed upset at getting smacked. 

Wordlessly, he went back to the bald man. [b]"Right, so you're looking for work here? Alright you best start with what you have to off..."[/b] Aur trailed off at the sight of the giant singing tree man with a six armed girl on his shoulder. Now, he was weird enough, but this was starting to resemble a group of circus performers more than a group of mercenaries. [b]"Y-yeah. Go see the uh, dwarf over there..."[/b] he said, his stuttering more out of confusion than fear. Not long after, he felt, something smack into his head. He reached for his gun, but it became quickly apparent that this... toy airplane was not going to take his life. He looked around for who could have thrown such a thing when... Oh no. 

There was a Siren here. Really? Why?! It's like it was impossible to escape! at the very least, she certainly didn't look like someone tasked with retrieving him. Though from that mask she was probably from Samsara as well, most Sirens from there had degenerated immune systems from the Sterile environment. Luckily, his family moved several generations ago, so he didn't have to wear the mask outside the city. But if she was from Samsara... he certainly hoped she wouldn't recognize him. then she might tell someone where he was, or maybe his mother had put out a bounty for him... in any event, the best plan was to avoid her for now.

[b]"A-anyway, you and... tree, can go load boxes into that truck there..."[/b] He said as he pointed out a truck that had yet to be loaded up.