The Drell had stayed silent for most of the Kitchens groups talking after his quip regarding fish. Mainly because the krogan had smashed a fish onto the counter as some sort of statement. It had caught him a bit off guard and the discussion had escaped him at that point. He leaned against the wall and decided instead to listen and to observe. As much as he wasn't the average Drell, and lived by the gun and his wits, he was Drell enough to know when it was best to just watch. He read their body language, committed subtle tells to memory and affixed each of them to a part of his mind where he could draw upon it later, should he need to. 

He allowed himself to smile as it was conceded he could skip the fish. [color=#5CB3FF]”Thank you Krogan. I am safe from stuffing my face with a distant relative once more.” [/color]

The news of Omega hadn't surprised him, so while he was sure more then one of them would have a opinon on the matter hee had just shrugged it off. Omega had been a second home for parts of his life. No place offered such a safehaven for smuggler after all. If he closed his eyes, he could see the floating husk of a meteor and its station. He smiled at this. 


[color=007236]“Attention all crew, we’re plotting a course for Omega. We’ll be making a jump within the hour. If you haven’t already started on taking stock of what we need, do that while you have time.” [/color]
He looked to the speakers as the pilot called out they were are about to make their jump. He nodded to himself at this and left the kitchen after stealing something to drink and a piece of bread, stale as it was. He'd eat properly later, if there was a later. Who knew if this rusty bucket of a ship would hold for a single relay jump. 

As it turns out. It did. He was neatly tucked into the gunners quarters at that point, fidgetting with the weapons systems. It was a mess, and he would likely have to rip the entire targetting computer out when he got the chance. The fact that they had decided to graft a gun onto the ships belly still bewildered him. If anything, they had room to fit missile pods onto its dorsal fins or something more clever. This was just a case of having a bit deterrent onto a ship that could maybe take a single hit before it disintegrated. 


[color=007236] "Attention all crew, we have docked successfully at the horrifically dingy Afterlife District. To your left you can see some prostitute giving a batarian a blowjob in the alley, while off to the right you can see some gang members, looks like Bloodpack, shaking down a local for protection money. Please step lightly while exiting, you might just trip over a dead body."[/color] Drono hit the intercom. [color=#5CB3FF]”Thanks alot for that mental image.”[/color] He said as he grabbed his things. [color=#5CB3FF]”I have super sharp memory you know.”[/color] He quipped before heading towards the hangar. Things were moving now and regardless of his personal misgivings, he knew better then to stand ifront of a boulder rolling downhill. 



Drono nodded as he listened to what was being said. Introduction were in order it seemed. His mind was allready commiting everything to memory, every detail.  When he noticed a short lull between people stepping up to let the others know what they could do, Drono spoke. [color=#5CB3FF]”Name's Drono. Former Smuggler. I've run goods for every shady bigshot from here to Citadel and back again. My speciality is skirmish tactics. I suppose you military types would classify me as a infiltrator.”[/color]  He patted his executioner as he spoke. [color=#5CB3FF]”I hit them hard and vanish before they hit back. Like so.”[/color]  He activated his cloak, melting in with the surroundings and seemingly dissapearing. Once he reappeared he nodded to the Krogan.

[color=#5CB3FF]”And Tonka is right. The slavers onboard Twin Star is not used to organized, armed resistence. Even less so a strike team hitting them where they think they are protected. Hit them hard, hit them fast.”[/color]  He said as he fitted the last piece of his suit in place and holstered the heavy pistol at his side. [color=#5CB3FF]”These people rely more on bravado and fear then on tactical advantage. But the Twin Stars crew are not... What do humans say... spring chickens. If we give them enough time to regroup, someone will have the bright idea to fortify their position.”[/color] 


[color=9400D3]”I hope one of you can come up with some way of restraining this man for the delivery, otherwise he’s going to have to die.”[/color]   As he listened to the Quarian, he made a mental note of not asking her to see over his repairs, lest he end up a Drell Kebab. He'd go the human for that, he needed her help with refitting the canon. He noted the Quarians point regarding a brig however and an idea came to his mind. It amused him greatly. 

[color=#5CB3FF]”They are slavers. I am sure you can liberate a shock collar or two. If nothing else, putting a slaver in his own contraption should provide you some sweet irony.”[/color]  He smirked. [color=#5CB3FF]”As for the mission. I'm better at more open spaces and I've climbed walls more then once. The administration building for me.”[/color]  He didn't add the fact that he wanted a look on their terminals himself.Who knew what kind of information they had on smuggling routes and the like. 

[color=#5CB3FF]"These guys are pirate. Not trained military. Their guard shifts and general sense of proper discipline is about as good as mine I'd say. That is, if we are a lucky, we might just catch them dozing off or drinking."[/color]