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[i][b]The Following Day...[/b][/i]

A vigorous buzzing shook Rykarn's wrist as he woke from a dreamless slumber, his omni-tool's alarm function synchronized with the [I]Kharon's[/I] on-board systems, rousing him along with the rest of the crew scheduled for that shift. His makeshift sleeping accommodations were adequate, although it took him five minutes of sitting at the edge of his bed in a closed-eyed meditation to calm his restlessness and aggressive anxiety of being stuck in the confines of a ship's hull. He was never one to care for space travel, and while he wasn't a wreck while stationed aboard one, there was always a part of him that yearned for solid ground and fresh air. He'd learned to control his state of mind over decades of practice. It wasn't just him; most krogan didn't take to confined ship spaces well, and many had to be sedated while on voyage. Whoever decided that the krogan needed his own space was obviously one who was knowledgeable enough about the species to know how to mitigate the risks. 

After this meditation routine was through, Rykarn methodically went through the motions of armouring up and fifteen minutes after his alarm went off made his way to the mess hall where Kalozi, the Elcor cook was hard at work preparing the crew's compliment of breakfast. Ending up with a generous heap of eggs and some kind of sausage he couldn't place, Rykarn sat down at the end of one of the benches and mindlessly scrolled through news headlines as he ate, stopping to skim an article of a dog and varren race that took place over the previous night in Leeds. As it turned out, Earth-born greyhounds were substantially faster than the stocky, brutish varren, which seemed to have a hard time finding homes with humans who treated the dog and fish like creatures like a dog, forgetting most of them were barely tame predators with substantial violent pedigree under their beady fish eyes. A lot of stupid kids got bit, and the varren were put down like [I]they[/I] were the problem. For a species that fast tracked their way onto a Council seat, humanity was sure full of idiots. Other headlines included things like a 230-year old brewery catching fire, a billionaire trying to start up a Reaper-centric museum with real Reaper parts that were proving impossible to get thanks to government intervention, and a few other things that weren't worth a note. Surprisingly, the gunfight against the Husks didn't really make the news; there was barely any word about the apartment complex collapsing. It was as if the media had a gag order to prevent a widespread panic.

Finishing his meal and placing his tray on a conveyor belt that went back to the dish washing area, Rykarn had twenty minutes until the meeting and so made his way to Relli, the off-brand salarian subspecies that was still taking some getting used to, appearance-wise. [color=gray]"I understand you're the one we talk to if we want to get something."[/color]

The Lysenthi looked up from his terminal. "Something like that. So long as it isn't blatantly outside of reason."

[color=gray]"Good. I need a few things for my quarters."[/color] Rykarn said, handing over a list to Yonn via datapad. [color=gray]"Some flowering plants, a few carnivorous ones I can feed dead rodents. One of those bonsai trees humans tell me are relaxing. One of those vid-frames that looks like you're looking out the window somewhere nice, for starters. Equipment-wise, three crates of Hanhe-Kadar grenades, a couple of universal vintage heat-sinks, and a smart choke for a 5th gen Tornado line of shotgun. Can you make this happen?"[/color]

Relli looked it over without much in the way of consideration. [color=gray]"Simple enough. I'll price that out and get you the estimate by the time you're back from the mission today."[/color] The Lysenthi said, handing the datapad. With a quick exchange of pleasantries, Rykarn made his way to the training area and joined in with the morning physical training that was scheduled for the crew.

Sometime after lunch, a briefing was called and Katabasis was assembled in the hanger. Standing off to the side, arms crossed, Rykarn listened politely as the team was briefed on the situation. It surprised the krogan he was assigned to the hostage-rescue team. After the others asked their questions, he spoke up. [color=gray]"All do respect to your leadership choices, but wouldn't it make more sense for me to be on riot duty? A krogan is imposing and can physically subdue just about anything short of a Yahg, and throwing me at a delicate situation like rescuing hostages without risking their lives is kind of like bringing a sledgehammer to build a birdhouse. Not to say I'd have a problem following orders, but I'm not exactly a precision instrument. I'm concerned about hitting a hostage with weapon spread or being a bit too conspicuous for a quiet insertion."[/color]