People say that instead of being on time or early, you should be fashionably late. Omar was on the fine line of fashionably late, and about to miss the whole damned mission when he arrived. As his transport began to touch down it was clear there was minutes left until they were departing. He donned his helmet, thanked the pilot dropping him off, and hopped out, approaching his vehicle with all the equipment and supplies he’d need on the journey. 

[b]”Commander Cross! [i]Ahlan wa sahlan![/i] Hello! Apologies for my latenes- Ah, where are my manners. I’m Omar El-Shabazz, the Guard assigned to this mission,”[/b] he greeted after approaching the vehicle. Without asking if the open seat was to be occupied by another or not (though he usually would, but he was short on time) Omar secured all his supplies and equipment then jumped in. 

[b]”Good to meet you all, [i]alhamdulilah.[/i]”[/b] He greeted all the other individuals riding with him. He clearly was a gentle giant, preferring to make friends on this journey than just acquaintances.