[b][indent][color=#800000][h3]Shipmaster Chur'R-Jev,[/h3]Tec, & Nol
Anvil Station, Commissary[/color][/indent][/b][hr]
[quote]"Will the following please report to Conference Room Seven. Cassandra Reed, Tapo'Hatam, Chur'R-Jev, Lucy Holden, Kajina Yates, Solares Morgenstern and Edward Lance as soon as possible."[/quote]
A clack of the beak in annoyance. [i]Conference Room Seven[/i] - normally when those occurred, especially with such a variety of names, it was some sort of hunt or another. The Kig-Yar angled his head ever so slightly to the speaker, listening to each of the names. The SPARTAN-failures, the Sangheili, numerous humans, him…it was some sort of zoo, really, as the humans would call it. Something more interesting than usual. Maybe something profitable. Likely something dangerous.

If it was dangerous, Chur’R-Jev was sure that the SPARTAN could go first. They always did like to do so. Having so many humans…and a Sangheili…would be possibly an issue. Both weren’t ones willing to adjust a hunt like that towards the prospects of securing profit, pausing in that main thing for it. They just had the main issue in mind, with high-minded ideas of ‘professionalism’ and other nonsense. In a way, the Kig-Yar missed the War of Annihilation. Things were so much easier then.

[quote][color=gold]“Not the weirdest thing. I know some people huff paint for the fumes. Disgusting, weird stuff. Oh, and, no thanks. Smoking isn’t for me. Same as her, it’s rotten for the lungs.”

”Want to come along?"[/color][/quote]
[color=#800000]”I will have more. Should you change your mind.”[/color]

Chur’R-Jev looked up at the human before back down at the rest of his steak. It would be a shame to waste it. Taking the remaining piece in his claws, juice running between them, with a few choice snaps of the beak the tender meal had disappeared. Running the thin napkin - for some reason, humans still insisted on using such things - between the claws to clean, he looked back up. [color=#800000]”Not much of a choice, I think. Let’s go.”[/color]

Getting up, followed by the other two who had finished their meals far quicker, he made his way to the lift. It wasn’t all that slow a time, the lift moving quickly compared to most Chur’R-Jev knew in the Covenant - they kept enough time for a psalm or something of another to the Great Journey. At least, that’s at the Kig-Yar saw it. Perhaps he had just been in very slow lifts before. Perhaps. On coming to the door, though, the Shipmaster produced a security card from his pouch - it had been annoying that he had yet to acquire more, but such was how it was.

[color=#800000]”Wait here,[/color] he told Tec and Nol, the pair leaning against a wall to immediately discuss exactly [i]what[/i] sort of food was best in Kig-Yar clacks.

On entering the room, and looking around to find most others there, the Shipmaster’s feathers ruffled. He wasn’t the last one there. Very annoying. The Kig-Yar took a seat though, looking up to the Sangheili who had decided to stand in the corner. His beak opened, though he considered again before closing it. There wasn’t much more to be said to such.