[center] [h1][color=9e0b0f]Rukt[/color][/h1] [/center]
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[h2]2100 hours[/h2]
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With a satisfied grunt, Rukt looked over the cargo bay. It was cramped, but metal crates and complete lack of other furnishings would be perfect. It was good that he claimed the space when he did, it seemed that the team was going to be larger than he thought. For a ship this size, any place that one could set up would probably be a luxury before long. Without much use for his other weapons on the ship, Rukt simply placed his hammer on the magnetic holster on his back. If nothing else, it would be something to deter the more annoying "allies" from pestering him. Even so, it would probably be a good idea to know who he was working with. This wasn't going to be the type of mission he was used to. Normally, his clients would have already tracked down the target and would simply set him upon them. Part of this mission was going to be hunting this "Saren" down...and because their target was a spectre, that would require quite a bit of investigative work.

Maybe the Asari? He did have a half-sister of their race. In fact, the Asari that had sired her was the entire reason his father had requested the rite of parentage in the first place. Normally, Krogan children were raised within the females' camps. Under some circumstances however, males have raised their offspring. That being said, Rukt firmly believed his name was the result of one of his father's belching contests. The name just sounded like the result of a sovak juice burp. 

His half-sister though was probably one of the toughest people he had ever fought when he was younger. Perhaps it was because they were both essentially children, but it was easily one of the most difficult fights he could remember. At that age his fighting was just charging in and swinging violently, which wasn't of much use against a biotic like her. It had been at least two hundred years since he had even seen her, so maybe now it'd be different. Probably for the best though, he wouldn't be able to hold back if it came down to a fight...one of them would almost definitely not be getting back up.

That slight bit of nostalgia convinced him, the Asari would probably be the most tolerable. Especially if she was out of her Maiden stage. Maybe she'd even have a good story or two to tell. With that thought in mind, he left the cargo hold and with the intention of seeking the Asari out.

Unfortunately, as he was walking out he noticed the human that was supposed to be in charge walking towards him with clear intentions. Rukt wouldn't be able to simply walk past him like he did before. With an annoyed sigh, he looked down at the human.

[color=9e0b0f]"What?"[/color] He asked bluntly, he knew he'd have to talk to the 'captain' eventually.