William looked at Commander Faltus, and laughed. "Commander Faltus, you've got to be joking." When he saw that Faltus was being serious, he stopped laughing. "Commander, there is a few problems with that plan of yours. One, it's pure suicide. Two, our ships are still here, so we can leave at anytime. Three, we are mercenaries, meaning that we have to be paid a ridiculous amount to even be tempted to take on a Reaper. And four, we already have a mission."
He nodded to the mercs around him, and they started moving to the vault door, preparing to enter as soon as they were told to. "Our mission comes from someone better paid, and with more authority than whoever sent you to this place. Aria T'Loak. And nobody, and I mean nobody, is stupid enough to break the one rule of Omega, even though we aren't on it. Don't FUCK with Aria. Now we are going in there, we are grabbing everything that we can, and then we are getting the hell out of here." He turned and looked each man and woman briefly in the eye, "If anyone here has any objections. Well, you either better have a shit tonne of credits or tech. Or, you better be have the skills and numbers, to stop us. So, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
He nodded to the mercs around him, and they started moving to the vault door, preparing to enter as soon as they were told to. "Our mission comes from someone better paid, and with more authority than whoever sent you to this place. Aria T'Loak. And nobody, and I mean nobody, is stupid enough to break the one rule of Omega, even though we aren't on it. Don't FUCK with Aria. Now we are going in there, we are grabbing everything that we can, and then we are getting the hell out of here." He turned and looked each man and woman briefly in the eye, "If anyone here has any objections. Well, you either better have a shit tonne of credits or tech. Or, you better be have the skills and numbers, to stop us. So, speak now, or forever hold your peace."