[quote=@Sofaking Fancy]
Clyff, to be entirely honest, wasn’t used to drills. Not to say he’d never participated in them, but they never were like this. It was awkward, slapdash, and he believed that was the point. More so, he’d never worked with such a diverse group before. They all had skills that he didn’t even come close to possessing. That, along with being a mixture of aliens that he never worked with—well, he was a bit off his game.

The entire exercise ended abruptly before he actually got to shoot anyone. He’d laid down suppression fire, but what fun was that? But apparently, the Kit-Kat… Kett-Kats(?) had decided to raid defenseless scientists. Real classy, aliens. They were told to switch out their equipment, and Clyff may have let out a whistle of relief. These fake guns were way too light and he felt like he was one broad gesture away from throwing them halfway across the room. If he was lucky, it would have been at an opponent’s face. If he was unlucky, it would have been into an opponent’s open arms where they could have had the honor of shooting him with his own gun. Not a lot in war was truly disgraceful, but that one definitely would have taken the crown, cake, and the whole shebang. 

On the ride over, the little salarian, [i]Something Something[/i]—he really needed to learn names—stated their mission objectives and divided the teams accordingly based on function. Clyff was not surprised he was lumped into the “go shoot things dead” group. It would be strange if he wasn’t. Yet, as [i]Sabrinaus[/i] spoke, he wondered if the Kett-Kats (he was aware they were just the Kett, but the name made him chuckle) always brought this sort of force with them. This seemed like a basic mission, for the enemy anyway, and that seemed little a lot of firepower. Maybe they just had that much at their disposal. He made a note to ask Anjor about that later. If this was their normal gaggle of minions, he’d hate to see their elite teams. No. Scratch that, he’d love to see their elite teams and feed them a lot of hot, burning bullets.

Touching down, Clyff pulled out his shotgun and used their moment of silence to activate his incendiary rounds. If they were going after the big ones first, he really needed all the firepower he could get. He then queued up his abilities that would be best for this fight.

One of his previous teammates spoke. He gave her a cursory glance. [color=#B77600]”Great pep talk. A plus. I feel so ready to take on anything now.”[/color] His voice was flat. [color=#B77600]”Though,”[/color] he looked over at  the Krogan, [i]Krogangrad[/i]. That was it, he was going to spend this evening writing their names down five times each. [color=#B77600]"A fiend, huh?”[/color] he asked, very rhetorically. [color=#B77600]“Didn’t realize your mom was here.”[/color]

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(I just wanted to like this again.)