There was little else that bothered Firas as they followed up behind the reception that met them. Little browsing caught the eye of the weapons that were soon on display, and the answer to the noise they had been hearing earlier. It certainly put his mind at ease in now knowing where all that firepower was coming from, although he didn't fancy his chances if he had to fight his way back out of this place if things got too hot inside. This man was truely a galactic weapons dealer, one with such an operation of such a large scale that Firas would probably never comprehend its size.<br/><br/>Firas showed no hestitation in entering the facility, the mass amounts of equipment that was being tested within this colossal building was extrodinary, and it even gave pause to Firas as he found himself admiring the features of the building. For one, the size of such a building, he expected that the Citadel would soon call and demand to have one of its wards back. Without thought, he slowly placed his hand on his ceremonial blade as a reassurance tool than a need to unsheath it, it had been too long since the sound of weapons firing had not be directly solely on him or Ashana, and an unsheathed blade is better than unravelling his gun in front of so many people.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">Now this is a place where I could augment my new limb</span>" Firas muttered quietly to himself, his attention falling back onto his Revenent for that brief moment, a weapon he had found himself placing more pride upon each day. He still found himself thanking the Red Turian he had killed at the Omega Warehouse for having it, perfect timing for such an predicament that Firas now found himself in. Would he be able to replace it now? A moment of doubt lingered, but the admirable weapons that were being tested here? Never say Never, they say.<br/><br/>As they found themselves coming to a halt, Firas' stood stiffly before the man who had turned to face them. His mandibles twitched as he introduced himself, although his attention was half placed on the weapon he had tested before him<i><span style="color: blue">-Turian Weaponary... this man truely is important.. it just had to be human..-. </span></i><br/><br/>With the man introductions, the Turian tilted his head to Ashana's and Darions introductions before giving his own name. "<span style="color: blue">Firas</span>". A man with as much resources as him, was there really much point hiding his name? Either way, the man found himself more curious to his own presence here than anything.<i><span style="color: blue">-What does Vega want with us...-</span></i><br/><br/>Firas showed little surprise as the man so casually invited them to his office, sharing a level of confusion with Ashana. It wasn't only her that felt a little surprised to the attitude of this man, but to earn so much influence and power, one must be used to so easily wearing a mask over their true being. That sort of thinking however could become a tangent and a half, uncertainty and the vast amount of unanswered questions happily being the fuel to that fire.<br/><br/>Without question, Firas followed behind Ashana as they began to move again. He had a heavy desire to ask his questions, he had to constantly remind himself that he'd let Ashan do all the talking on his behalf. A slight grumble escaped him, but he carried on regardless.<br/><br/>With Vega explaining the building, Firas was glad to finally find one answer to one of the many questions  he had floating in his head. He had to admit that it was a minority to the major questions, one being why they were here, the same question that had looped in his mind ever since they arrived. It was a thought however that was displaced as he saw more researchers testing weapons on kinetic barriers from certain pieces of armour.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: blue"> -I know a certain Volus that would make a great test subject for those people...- </span></i>He mused himself with the thought, but when he came to realise the armour they were testing on, his mandibles flexed unhelpingly at the sight to show his interest. What he wouldn't give to get out of this shoddy piece of kit for such a fine set as that. Even if it was a prototype, anything was better than his piece now. He hoped that if Vega was to provide anything for them then Firas would certainly think on that exact piece of gear, but the price? Firas figured he'd have to do this job tenfold to afford it, if he was even going to get paid.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>