It wasn't horribly long after the arrival of Hagana that another member of the team made his entrance- In a rather loud, obnoxious, and completely unintentional manner. Their first warning would be a loud curse in the language of the Kig-yar. The next was a flash of plasma energy from above, promptly followed by the falling body of Rak. He'd been sitting in the catwalks high above the hanger, apparently trying to get his energy garrote to work. It had started working, certainly- That much was clear by its active state as it hit the ground a bit before him- but the blast it had made in the process had thrown the poor Jackal clear from his perch.
He hit the ground with a crash not three feet behind the arbiter, groaning and simply laying there a few moments before forcing himself to his feet, rubbing at his shoulder.
"Of all the broken, faulty, reactive pieces of sh-"
He cut off, catching sight of who he was near and immediately scooping the garrote off, shutting it off, and clipping it to his belt, standing at sharp attention. Falling Jackal with an assassin's weapons nearby the arbiter, a spec-ops officer, a pair of Mgalekgolo, and of all things, a high councilor? Noooooot a good image. The only thing likely to save him was the distinctive orange of his armor, head-set, and weapons- Rak was well known for being... well, Rak. Everyone knew he wouldn't dare -try- to assault a councilor. Right?
"Greetings, High Counciler, Arbiter."
He nodded to the both of them, hoping his reputation for -not- putting his skills to use against people he worked with would keep him from getting... Well, obliterated by everyone there.