Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

Jaidev didn't give any indication of taking insult from his new commander for the assumption. Most people would not look at the Indian man and assume vanguard material, which often worked in his favor. I hope I have at least shown that I will work well in the Suns, sir. I believe my abilities will benefit whatever team I eventually get to work on. Looking at the Turian Jaidev gave a bit of a confused glance as they began to walk, Excuse any sounding impertinence or stupidity, but I was under the impression that the Blue Suns was mainly Batarians and Humans in the leadership rank. I am surprised to see a Turian in such a high rank. Was it very tough to get to where you are, sir? His voice sounded old in the way that spoke of seeing too much in too short a time. A kind of voice that usually only Salarians, Humans, and the occasional genius Vorcha ever showed. Asari and Krogan either were sheltered or were used to seeing things that were difficult. Jaidev would listen to whatever his superior deigned to tell him, weathering any insults or questions about his capabilities with a stoicism bordering on a mystic's level. Nothing seemed to phase him, or he had a great stone face. He began to idly replace the painted, marked ammunition that had been packed into clips for the training exercise and replacing them with actual bullets and shells to keep him prepared for any violence that might just break out on Omega. Anything could happen upon the neon-ridden hell-utopia they were all heading back to. Eventually the brown skinned human would thank his superior for whatever knowledge he was given, even if it had been riddled with racism that was very common between the species in space. I think I need to relax after this. Once I get back to Omega I'll head to some bar or another. And let that asshole Volus know I am going to be moving out of her piss poor excuse for a hotel. I swear the rats could kill a Vorcha. With a surprising flourish, Jaidev gave a smile before getting on the ship to take the successful top recruits back to Omega, not relishing the fate of what he knew was the collection of cannon fodder troops that had been left selected. He could smell the fate on them the pungent smell of laser burnt flesh, the dismal ozone of a biotic ravaged scene mixed with fear and shock from those who are ripped asunder by the very forces he wielded, emotions of anger, regret, repentance, hate, and release left after a particularly strong battle, and most of all the way it all blended together in some sort of synaesthetic maelstrom. He was silent on the way back, listening to the praise and rigmarole that was the bread and butter of the recruitment phase. Every mercenary group had one. Sure, it was like food every culture had it's own way of preparing and serving them. But it all boiled down to such similar concepts. Having been a part of-or a thorn in the side of-so many in his short years gave him a good view on this. He even checked everything off as it went on You are good, but this is just the beginning? Check. You will be pushed harder than you ever have before. Check. We are not like insert our biggest competitors in this. Check. It was reassuring. After they got to Omega he got off the ship only to be followed by the Krogan. He got close to an exit before being turned around by the big man. Taking in the scene he looked around and saw what was going on. Machismo. There was that Turian superior and a few of the Batarian higher ups. No human higher ups, which meant he was the best looking target to get revenge on. Of course. I don't know how you cheated, human, but I know you did. I'm nearly two hundred years old. I have forgotten more battles than you'll ever see. You should not have gotten that shot in on me. The Krogan reassured himself in front of everyone, just loud enough to draw attention. I did not cheat, krogan. I utilized my battling skills. The fact you were sloppy enough to not notice me standing in front of you before I charged you is not my fault. Perhaps you need more training in calculating risks? Jaidev gave a little smirk at this. The Krogan gave a roar and swung a fist at Jaidev, connecting with a crunch against his jaw. Or, at least, there was a crunch. Jaidev stood with a glowing blue field about him with the Krogan's fist at his chin. There was a small field about the fist that started closing, crushing the bones in the hand. See? I told you. Jaidev then reeled his head back to get momentum, his head rushing forward to smash into the Krogan's. Letting the biotic field dissipate allowed the larger man to fall to the ground.