Kyll had worked the market as a guard for some time now, giving him a few friends among traders. But guard duty was boring and not really paying that well, so when the news came out that there was a big profit job on Omega... Well, it seemed like the best way to finally move up a few steps. He'd never been to Omega, but as most people, had heard about its infamous status. He kinda looked forward to it, he was confident enough in his own skills to believe riches were waiting for him there. Of course, so did the majority of the mercs on Omega. Weaving through the crowd luckily wasn't that hard, his strength and athletic body easily allowing him to wade through the masses. That and most who saw him coming already stepped out of his way, as most people tended to stay away from Drell.<br/><br/>The guard at the door looked him over, seemingly pleased with the idea of a Drell bolstering their forces, as he let him in. Kyll looked around, trying to get a bearing of the people he might have to work with. Kyll had  a good eye for people, if he learned anything in his two years of guard duty, it was that appearances could be very deceiving. Take the Asari he spotted in front of him. No armor, just a pistol, curves in the right spots and wearing something that made the back of his mind tingle pleasantly. To most that would probably look like an easy target, but Kyll noticed her sway of superiority, a steadfast determination. She knew what she was doing. She was dangerous. But then again, that was to be expected, why else would she be here, in the warehouse among the other "chosen"?<br/><br/>He moved to one of the crates nearby, some of the mercs already there giving him a few odd looks, before turning back to their conversation. He began tapping his leg with his index finger, precisely once every second. A little trick he picked up to keep his mind focused during times where he'd might have to wait for a long period of time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>