[h3]Jackal "Ventmaw" Westari[/h3]

[color=00aeef]"You are fantastic."[/color]

[color=004b80]"You are BIG."[/color]

	Jackal's first interaction with his coworkers was of the two girls who complimented his form. One was a human, that much he could tell, humans were the easiest to remember and identify. The Gorgas universally respect their diplomacy from the federation. The other girl, he wasn't sure what sort of alien she was, but he at least knew he may have saw at least one of her kind before either in public or from his former work. Being complimented so was a first to him. Aside from the horrid treatment that Jackal tolerated from the prison guards, his clan from long ago rarely complimented one another aside from a simple "Good Job" or "Honor be with you.", if a reptile could blush Jackal would certainly be as red as an apple. Not knowing how to accept or deal with such compliment, he merely flicked his tail and nodded, looking down and exchanging a short stare between the two and spoke "Thank you." His voice matched his appearance well, monstrous and brutish, with a deep tone of voice. Surprisingly he spoke English rather well and clearly aside from his deep and orc-like voice. 

He noticed some other stranger who had exchanged a rather confusing look upon him after she shouted something about a dragon. He wasn't sure if she was fearful or amazed by his presence, perhaps both. But seeing as she had nothing further to say to him he didn't spend too much focus upon her. It was rather embarrassing in the back of his mind that so many people looked upon him, as if humilating his lateness. However he avoided the thought and listened further to what was being said. He had gathered of their mission to work with a federation, which caused his eyes go wide. Most of the criminals here were reluctant to join, but Jackal was instantly on board. Not only was this escape from his imprisonement and execution, but he was going to work with the same federation that showed his people diplomacy and the stars. Sure rarely did Gorgas take that opportunity, but respect was shared to them all the same. For a moment, Jackal thought that he didn't deserve this opportunity, and rather deserved to die in such a dishonorable way for his criminal acts and unworthy past. Though his attention was brought when someone brought up the 'micro-chips' in their skulls. Jackal wasn't tech-savvy. For all he knew, technology and spacecraft is the same as magic and witchcraft, he didn't reason with how they were able to do that and accepted it as a supernatural, not questioning type of mentality, as if whatever sort of machinery or tech is claimed to do whatever, he will believe it and head the warning.

His thoughts were broken at the rise of a prison riot. Chaos ensuing in the back round as they were prepared to embark on the designated ship. Jackal followed without hesitation, however he realized the danger of the situation and took position somewhere in the middle of the evacuation line, mostly leaning towards the two girls that complimented him earlier. He had new allies now, whether they were friends or not, it is an unspoken agreement that allies should protect and assist each other in this cause. He watched another human flip a rather strange looking race of a prisoner to the floor with success, before seeing some other prisoner, a tall and muscle bound human charge to the group as well. Jackal was still cuffed, so instead of using his hands or legs, his neck lunged down and his jaws quickly clamped down on the prisoner before he could even see it coming. Blood would dart from his neck as the Gorgas lifted the prisoner who weighed at least 260 lbs of pure muscle off of the ground, mangling and crushing the neck with nothing but teeth and jaw-power of him in a rather sickening 'snap'. The prisoner stopped his struggle and screaming rather quickly as the Hellkite dropped the corpse, who's head was barely hanging on by threads of meat and bone at this point. Jackal's mouth was now very well stained with dripping blood from his saurian lips and lower jaws to his sharp jagged rows of large teeth and canines. The beast kept walking as if it nothing happened, and in an attempt of secrecy he had swallowed a bit of the human's flesh that he had obtained under his forked tongue during the biting.