[center][h2][color=f26522]Drachia Dron'celok[/color][/h2][/center]

To say that Drachia had been surprised when he had gazed at his Ommi-tool at the job that was being offered would have been an major understatement. The message had been rather light on the exact details (which was fair enough; Standard procedure in the underworld was to keep it vague until the team was committed in order to prevent leaks) but even so it was hard not to immediately answer 'No' when the target was a rogue Specter. As far as methods of suicide went, sticking his shotgun in his mouth would likely be far quicker and less painful a death then whatever might have been waiting for him if he failed to kill the target outright...

However, his current situation was difficult to say the least and the bounty was large enough that it would give him a lot of breathing room to reorganize his life... 

With nothing to really lose, he accepted the job and received directions towards where he was going to be meeting the rest of the team for the suicidal mission before them. It was on the other side of the citadel from where he was currently staying and factoring in travel time it was going to take a little while to get there but hopefully his team weren't stupid enough to leave without him...

Taking a few minutes to finish off his dinner of a meat pie with a side of cut and fried potatoes (a human food joint it might have been, but say what you will they knew how to prepare wonderful tasting food), Drachia calmly made his way back to where he was currently staying to pick up his equipment and current belongings, paying his bill to the manager of the crappy motel and making his why their a series of painfully slow moving elevators and public transit to finally reach the hanger that he needed to be at. 

Stepping about the ship that was likely to be his home for some amount of time, he sighed a little to himself as he decided to have a look around to find a room to claim for his own.