[color=00a651][center][h3]Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker [/h3][/center]
[center]// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // [/center][/color]

Grik continued to watch his new commander and his mannerisms for any sign of disdain. After not picking up on anything from his speech patterns, the Unggoy straightened his posture continuing to look up at the Sangheili in front of him. Continuing to answer him in Sangheili despite the marine next to them, [color=00a651][i]“Grikgar Seeker, Demolition’s and Artillery specialist, fluent in all former covenant languages including Huragok sign language and three human languages. Served on the Capitol ship seeker of truth in the fleet of particular justice until the destruction of the holy ring then tasked to other covert operations.”[/i][/color] Grik really doesn’t care if any of the others over heard him, he was well aware that their alliance was shaky at best.

A slight repeating tremor through the floor drew his attention towards a group of more human soldiers surrounding a Lekgolo in an odd armor configuration and a rather bright attachment he could only assume was ceremonial. Grik smiled under his helmet, he was rather fond of the Lekgolo and often enjoyed their company. The same marine from earlier spoke up again, this time referring to the hulking alien as a ‘thing’. This upset the grunt slightly, Grikgar was normally level headed but he had been subjected to enough mistreatment in his life that it sometimes got under his skin.

Stepping in front of the marine and scowled at him through his helmet. [color=00a651]“That is a Lekgolo, it is not a thing.”[/color] Switching from Sangheili to English was almost flawless for him. Grik was doing something that he knew most would not expect out of an Unggoy, being confrontational. He was well aware of his surroundings and knew he could not just touch the marine and would have to keep his temper for the most part. [color=00a651]“Lekgolo have saved Grik more times than Grik cares to remember.”[/color] His helmet shifted between the marine and the other soldiers then over to a taller figure walking their way.

The Spartan was rather tall compared to some of the others and wore a crimson red armor set combined with gold. A flashy color scheme that he wondered how it helped him in combat, [i]“perhaps a physiological effect?”[/i] he thought before returning to the marine. [color=00a651]“Grikgar is not afraid of any of you, not even that one.”[/color] Motioning towards the Spartan. 

Feeling that he made his point the Unggoy returned to his position in front of Vael. Only to look up to meet the gaze of another elite, a major Yalu 'Suumko. His name did not sound familiar, but an ally all the same. Grik also did not recognize the armor pattern the Sangheili used, it seemed old and outdated compared to the more modern harnesses. At the very least, Grik could gleam from the likely family heirloom that this one did honor the old ways at least and he likely could be trusted to keep his word.

Another Spartan joined them from outside, this one had bright markings that distinguished it from the other. What those markings meant Grik did not know, at the very least these demons didn’t look too intimidating just yet. This one seemed to be better suited for recon. Then the third Spartan approached the rest of them and actually spoke, introducing himself as [b]“Spartan Lucas Ryker, pleasure.”[/b] Grik was unsure what the pleasure was for, some human expressions still escaped him.


[@Skyrte]