"I should have known the Specters were the source of this," he mumbled to himself, lowering his M15 Vindicator and shaking his head. He'd only run into a few before, and most were happenstance encounters on the Citadel, but he could usually smell them when they showed up. How convenient it was for such an elite group of Galactic peace keepers, that somehow continued to overlook the Genophage and the problems of the Krogan just until they were needed in the most recent Galactic conflict, yet again. 

Still, he listened to what they had to say. His eyes turned to regard the members of the group, taking note now about who the Spectres seemed particularly worried about. So, there were a few trigger happy members of the group? And the Asari had shot at the Geth, with the younger Krogan and a Batarian of all people keeping the peace? He honestly had to hold in rumbling laughter at the audacity of the claim, but he wasn't about to argue. Spectres might be puppets of the council, but they were as no nonsense as the Turians. He guessed that's why a lot of Turians saw fit to join their ranks. 
 
"Redemption?" Skarr repeated aloud, his booming vocals echoing across the chamber. "I am beyond redemption." He stepped forward a few paces, sizing up the two Spectres and gauging their reactions at his short advance. "But that will not keep me from a fight. If there's a war to be fought, or a rebellion to be quelled, we Krogan are here to save the day." He let the words sink in, before continuing. 

"That being said, I believe my kinsman has the right idea. Funny, with such influence you Spectres throw around, you'd think you would have more funds to give your recruits. But as long as we get loot, with no questions asked? I'm your Krogan." Skarr announced, giving a gruff nod and stepping back into the surrounding line. "Now, what are we facing? I've grown tired of squashing Vorcha the past few centuries. I won't deny the reapers brought good sport."