The increasing desire to scratch his fringe again made his fingers twitch against his pistol. The human was irritating to say the least but Ja'Far had dealt with far worse. He was a Legionnaire who has dealt frequently with politicians, Batarian ones at that, so another mentally unstable soldier like himself would usually easier to deal with. Unfortunately, he had woken up with the worst of migraines and already felt exhaustion seeping into him from this troublesome encounter. He was in no position to be the voice of reason to this imbecile, a being who reminded him of himself during his younger days. Pulsing with rage and suspicion against everyone around him
Ja'Far then realised with an uncomfortable realisation that he was one of the more lightly armoured people in the room. The tension in the room thickened as the Quarian talked back to the troublesome Human. If a fight between the two broke out, he wasn't sure if he could walk out of here unscathed. Scanning the room, it was most likely that the Human would win a confrontation between the pair and would then zone on to him. The Turian could be convinced to help him take down the Human while the other Quarian would most likely run. He made a grunting equivalent of a sigh and glared slightly at the xenophobic soldier as the man kept pointing a weapon at a current non-hostile, taking out a cigarette in the meantime.
This was becoming far too troublesome for his liking and without interference, things could explode into a nasty brawl. Thankfully, something did explode and not a fight. A few seconds later, Ja'Far scanned the room for suspects although none seemed to be any less surprised as he was. The human seemed to be babbling further and further as he looked mournfully at the ruined cigar. It was an expensive pack made on Earth, traded with a merchant collecting scriptures from so called "near-extinct races". He almost shot the man right then if it wasn't for the delicious looking pack he now had in his packets. He brought another one out and lit it, the sweet smell of tobacco filling his superior nostrils.
Tobacco was potentially poisonous to Batarians due to some of chemicals contained within. Nicotine could also cause heavy migraines and sickness and it was commonly found in original Human cigars. However, it does give an almost fantastic smell in his nostrils and the former Legionnaire had specified to the merchant that he would like to live through smoking the pack. If he got sick, he threatened bodily harm. Might be one of the reasons that he wasn't charged an extra thousand credits on top of the scriptures. He only hoped that this small luxury wouldn't mean eternal damnation to the darkness. He much preferred wandering aimlessly in limbo with the countless other souls rather than be essentially blind for eternity.
"Or does anyone know our mission objective?" Ja'Far peaked up at that and looked around. It seemed as though that no one had any idea what was going on. He wasn't sure whether he knew what was going on either. Two others entered the room a few moments after that, a Geth and a Krogan. He resisted the urge to scratch his fringe again. The presence of these two made him doubt the mental capacity of those who called him. They were oddities as the Human had said but these two made this group stand out even more in the crowd. For someone who dealt with the shadows, this was getting ridiculous. Was this an elite taskforce or a collared varren sent to feast on enemies?
Watching another situation form itself in front of his eyes, Ja'Far decided not to sit idle, fumes calming his already growing headache. He rumbled, standing proud as a soldier as he stepped forward.
"I also inquire the structural integrity of these premises but the benefactors who had requested our appearance besought that we shalt meet here. I beseech thee and all present to have patience for now, if others are cometh then we must wait. I also request that thou and all present give thine name so that we shalt not tarry without purpose."The gruff Batarian paused before placing a hand on his chest.
"I am Ja'Far Balak, follower of the Holy Divine Pillars and Athame. Former Hegemony soldier, now seeking other employ to alleviate boredom." He hoped that this would break some of the tension in the room and prayed to Athame that his actions won't bring up more troublesome situations.
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