[b][u][center][H3][color=ed1c24]'Arex'[/color][/h3][/center][/u][/b]

Arex didn't obey the no gun rule, he even added under-barrel grenade launchers to each of his tech auto pistols loaded with 'safe cracker' grenades. But he did Leave his battle armour behind and instead opted for a heavy hooded leather coat that just, if somewhat poorly, concealed the guns strapped to his back. 

[i][b][color=gray]"Oh great, now a fucking Nekros too. Something new for you to play with."[/color][/b][/i] Arex said to no one in particular as he patted [sub][@Tickout][/sub] Maxi on the shoulder in passing. He casually strode off away from the team and the docks going deeper into the town without further word or reason. 

He hadn't met a Nekros before so he wasn't sure what part of his subconscious psyche or programming told him to dislike them. It could the company that implanted him with that bias or a genetic disposition from his deltanian DNA. Either way he decided not to fight it. Arex was still young in memory and learning a lot about himself. Today he learnt he was a speciest.

Best mission so far, drink and blend in. He didn't let this distract him from the fact he was still a prisoner till death. The bodies in the med bay were a testament reminder to that fact. So since they were light on communications and tracking devices as to not raise suspicion, Arex took this opportunity for some quick 'personal time' before rendezvousing at the designated bar. He walked the streets with a feigned familiarity, seeking narrow alleys to check if he was being followed.