Varok simply scratched his snout - once somebody in a suit had offered him this job. It was the same old, same old issue - some terrorists attack the Citadel; and the first person to get arrested is the Krogan.

He wasn't much in the mood of getting taken in, nor was he however eager to fifty rifles either. Surprisingly, they hadn't been as hostile as Varok expected. Compared to the other trips he had been forced to take to here. None of the terrorists, looked krogan - and bringing him in was simply 'standard procedure'.

Varok merely rolled his eyes at that excuse, it was one he had heard several dozen times already. The surprise came, when somebody fancy looking - he wasn't sure, who exactly, albeit he had left enough details. Get hired, go after these terrorists and get paid.

It looked the same-old job as before, although with the smell of politics behind it. Their targets were in the Terminus System, so his help would be greatly rewarded. He didn't care much for that, the Terminus System was as danger as any backalley on the Citadel - if you were dead-stupid. The Terminus had a certain feel to it, that if you understood it - then it was an okay place to live in.

As such, Thax Varok got his things handed back in a bag - and was given the directions for a ship, that would be his next living quarters for this mission.