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The Geth's explanation made Ja'Far smile slightly, tilting his head. Unknowingly, the Batarian had now formed a little bond between him and this AI platform, a sense of companionship and leadership boiling forth into the surface of his mind. He had been used by his superiors to train new Penal Legionnaires back in Khar'Shan, to give support when needed. The mentally broken 1[sup]st[/sup] Legion were effective for the cloak and dagger but the Hegemony needed a larger, more conventional fighting force to combat the ever present threat of revolution. He used to lead these recruits and support them during his own downtime when he still had it, making sure that they survived the hardships of basic training. Many of them were young, curious and much more innocent than he was. The 2[sup]nd[/sup] Legion were made up of juveniles, young offenders who committed very petty and minor crimes like protesting and outspoken criticism.

Phalanx reminded him of one of these recruits, innocent in it's ways, curious about the world beyond their own little bubble and a warming sight for tired eyes. Ja'Far patted the platform on the back, calloused hands making a small thump sound as he smacked the metal. [color=olive][b]"Emotions shan't be studied through others alone, Phalanx. One must find thine own journey, own path, own self. Thou will learn miń ways in due time, why we act, why we breathe and why we feel. Remember this while on this journey; companionship is what separates feeling and unfeeling."[/b][/color] Using a modified version of his own speech to his own recruits, it brought feelings of nostalgia. Back to a time where his blade wasn't so bloodied as it was now, not as far back as when his pulping rage clouded his vision of course but to a time where he still felt something when he snapped someone's neck.

Turning his attention to a commenting Vella, obviously uncomfortable with his close proximity. He deadpanned at her before scratching his fringe. This Asari was going to be a source of many headaches to come, he decided as he put his three cigars back into his awaiting mouth. He found a distraction from the Asari in the form of one of the Spectres giving them their first mission, grouped in with the Human spectre and the lighter armoured people of the assembled.

He immediately started assessing those he had missed out previously, analytical eyes peering at the people he would be working with. Rol'Naaris seemed like any other Quarian, a possible tech specialist however that sniper rifle and shotgun combo on his back may state otherwise. Sicaria was another soldier, through and through and once noticing the dual-Omni Blade mods on her arms, he labelled her as a particularly vicious one. A team with not as much armour or firepower as the other one, but able to sneak in and sneak out at a moment's notice. It was better to be unseen and hidden from your enemies before you kill them after all.

Ja'Far slapped his right fist against his chest once more, nodding respectfully towards his mission leader (the human Spectre) and his fellow squad mates. He unfurled his Incisor, ready to test its shiny new black coating on enemies if need be. He also brought his interrogation dagger out, curled spikes adorning the blade, used to great effect when you needed to get information from a hostile. He checked it's razor sharp edges before placing it back in it's sheath. He looked up to level his eyes with that of his superior, the cold visage of an experienced soldier steeling his gaze [color=olive][b]"Shalt any field interrogations be needed sir? And art thou capturing people of interest? I expect that thou has read miń profile and certain specialisations, all such specialisations I canst bring to the table. Nevertheless, I accept the mission sir."[/b][/color]