Civilization. The key to any sentient race in becoming<i>more</i>. Allowing themselves to reach out and spread across the stars. All races gain by becoming civilized but what do they leave behind? Something that let their savage ancestors succeed where other species on the planet failed. Something feral that most races would best prefer to forget. A side were instincts factored heavily into the choices a being would make daily. The puff of a chest, the snarl of two alphas circling for dominance of a pack. That ballet was long gone. It was traded in the place of words and delicate speech. Maybe that is what was so refreshing about mercenaries. Blood and death were so primal that civilization had no place in the life of a mercenary, a soldier, an assassin, a weapon. These people needed their instincts, needed that gut check, needed to know what decision was right and what<i>felt </i>wrong.<br/><br/>it was instinct Noxx felt as he weighed on a decision to choose a pack leader. He had watched as they traded words, and snarls, puffing their chests in a dance most races had long forgotten.<br/><br/>The female was walking away now. Was that a retreat? Or merely a urgency pressed upon her by current task.<br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">“Unless your little barechested buddy there wants you know..to save his asshole’s sanctity and win some credits and team up with us..” </span>The<span style="color: DarkOrchid">female Krogan</span>tossed back, making sure to keep an eye on Akoraan as she retreated toward the warehouse entrance.<br/><br/>Noxx canted his head to the side like a terran dog trying to understand it's masters command. The female makes an offer but it's done while withering away from the competition. The massive Krogan gave his teeth a lick.<i>Interesting</i>.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
“You're with me, “brother”. A lot is at stake here and though I'd smack you for not wearing any kind of armor it will have to do for now.”<br/>
“Suppose dem gauntlets can block a shot or two..</span>”<span style="color: Red">Akoraan </span>muttered amused right after.<span style="color: SandyBrown">“As for quadnuts, thats a reason to kill the person for. Its Akoraan, now lets go!”</span><br/><br/>The loud Krogan was direct. Dominant. Aggressive. Good Alpha. Noxx said nothing in reply to either of them. Instead his eyes lingered on the Krogan as Akoraan started into a jog after the large human female. The gladiator reached to his wrist and an omni-tool brightened to life. Several finger taps later it dissipated. Noxx gave the female Krogan a wink just as the room shook with a enveloping cloud of smoke covering the warehouse floor. A towering shadow suddenly burst from the warehouse's entrance fingers of smoke clinging to the large Krogan as he watched the rest of the mercenaries stream in all directions. It was easy to make out Akoraan in the swarm, even for a short Krogan he was still a massive creature. The rattling of gunfire in the distance made Noxx's blood boil with excitement. It had begun already?<br/><br/>The human female was gone from sight but the pitched sound of her voice could be heard barking orders at Akoraan. He wouldn't be liking that, Noxx thought to himself as he glanced about the cloud of mercenaries. A particular feisty looking human mercenary was toting a large smile in proportion to the weapon he had hefted across his shoulders. "This is great isn't it?" The human commented mildly as he strode past Noxx.<br/><br/>The removal of the blade was silent. As was the insertion of it between the armor plating that protected the human merc's spine. It was a swift death and next to painless. The human likely would have felt a small pinch at the base of his neck then the world would had faded before his eyes along with his life. Noxx even caught his collapsing body, taking the ML-77 Missile Launcher from his shoulders before setting the corpse to rest on the side of the warehouse. Noxx had seen this weapon before in the arena's. He had never fired one himself but how hard could it be?<br/><br/>Hefting the weapon over one shoulder Noxx gave pause to observe his surroundings. Every merc, or assassin was on foot. Sprinting, walking, or jogging this way or that. Akoraan was doing the same and was nearly out of sight now as well. Noxx turned and looked about the warehouse. He remembered the production machinery within it's walls. If it was producing materials they would need to be moved and if they were heavy they would need transports.<br/><br/>"Ah. There." Rounding the far corner of the warehouse were several low altitude shipping shuttles. They were much like sky-taxi's but industrial in size. Utilized for shipping material back and forth from the docks and warehouses of Omega. The nearest had it's driver sitting slack jawed at the mayhem that was being produced from the warehouse. So much so that he was nearly oblivious to the lumbering shadow that had approached him.<br/><br/>Glancing down from the drivers side window he tipped up the front of his hat, "Sheee-yit. You believe this? Where you in the warehouse when this started?"<br/><br/>Noxx remained silent.<br/><br/>"No? Any idea what this is ab- Hrruugh!" The drivers question was halted as Noxx's large mechanical hand reached through his open window and pulled him through it. Flinging the human man aside, Noxx opened the Industrial transports door and climbed in, his massive weight causing the cab to list to the side as he stepped in.<br/><br/>The vehicle was around thirty feet long and from the dashboard display was one hundred and forty thousand pounds unloaded. This transport, in particular, was in process of being loaded. Not that this was a concern to Noxx as he fiddled with the controls. Accidentally sending the vehicle backwards and crushing the loading dock. The Krogans large head poked out the driver side window and glanced back, "Apologies." his voice boomed before the 'truck'  shifted gears and bolted forward. His first few moments driving were spent zig-zagging from one building to the next side swiping each as he continued forward to Akoraans last location. The cloud of mercs traveling the same street had two choices: move or be run down. It wasn't for lack of trying to go in a straight line, the gladiator had simply never driven before, but the toothy grin that spread across his lips was evident. This was fun.<br/><br/>Cleaving a wedge from the side of a building in a puff of debris, Noxx had found Akoraan just crossing the street toward the market and managed to make a controlled stop next to the Krogan. Making sure to blast the air horn twice with enthusiasm before leaning out the driver side window, Noxx peered down at his 'brother', "I have acquired transport."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>