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	The sidewalks of Baker Street in London were full of people of all races and species, getting to their destination. A lone quarian turned the corner of Baker and Marylebone and kept on walking passing several homeless people. Baker Street was full of people that wanted to check out the Sherlock Holmes Museum. Rol'Naaris went to the grand re-opening of the museum a couple of days ago and loved it. The tan-colored armor made him stood out of place, not to mention the right shoulder pad being taller than the left one. Strangers took a quick glance at Rol'Naaris during his time at the museum. Normally, people would question why a quarian is outside of their fleet; since the Battle of Earth, however, people just smiled or mind their own business. It felt good to not get looks of confused and disgusted for once. 

Instead of going to the museum (again), Rol'Naaris was looking for some shuttle port station. He walked forward and used his omni-tool for directions towards the place. London was a new place that Rol'Naaris visited during his time at Earth since the battle. He was too busy rebuilding at Alexandria and traveling all over to go to London. In fact, he had no plans on stopping there at the moment until the Spectre agents decided to set the meeting location there. The city was still healing for the Reapers and several skyscrapers were still under construction. He had dreamed of going to Earth during his youth. He just wished that they were under different circumstances.

The shuttle port was still under construction as tools and hard hats were on a table near the stairs to the old underground station. Rol'Naaris looked at the darkness and heard some noises. He decided to stay above ground and looked for anyone else that were a part of the meeting. Plus, he knew that there might be a shit ton of rodents. And he despised them since they were carrying diseases that could easily kill someone in the matter of days. It only lasted a few minutes until he heard more noises. He got off of the table and walked towards the stairs. While going downstairs, he pulled out his shotgun and carefully carried it. He wanted extra protection if things went south or it turned out to be a trap. Of course, it was not a trap, but he wanted to plan ahead. 

Just in case... 

It was until Rol'Naaris got half way down before he heard shouting that sounded like a man's voice. It loud enough that it could draw attention from remaining husk. He continued down the stairs and stopped as soon as he saw the tunnel and the 'elite group.' Rol'Naaris listened to the batarian trying to reason with the crazed human. It was odd to see a batarian since most of their people were killed before Earth was invaded, but Rol'Naaris was thankful that someone was calming the human down. With his shotgun, he slowly walked towards the ground and said something before someone else could speak.

[color=olive]"I agree with the batarian, you should calm down before you get us all killed. We are all here to make the galaxy more safe; but in order to achieve that, we need to work together and [b]have[/b] a clear mindset."[/color] Rol'Naaris spoke up towards the hostile human with his roboticized voice as he lifted up his shotgun and held it near him. Then, he walked towards one of the old seats and sat on it as he was still holding on to his weapon if the human were to do something stupid. Plus, he wanted to use it to scare off any rodents that dare come near Rol'Naaris vas Vaepal. He looked at the group and saw another quarian. It has been months since he last talked to his crew mates aboard the Vaepal and his family as well. Both are still being repaired and modified due to the damage for the Reapers.

After a few seconds, he placed the shotgun nearby him and started to use his omni-tool.