Now a lot of things could have happened here. Yet the things that were happening was not something he had expected. First of, who in their right minds would team up with a female of his kind? He had seen them on Tuchanka and he always thought of them inferior to his own gender. Let them be the shamans of old and let then wallow and self pity in failure at every stillborn brought.<br/>But never let them pick up a gun and get them to think they could fight.<br/>Yet here he stood, watching her with discontent and annoyance as like a flock of stupid Vorcha multitude of people started talking and discussing with the pitiful excuse of a krogan.<br/><br/>Yet he did not mind, though inferior she was still krogan and could have become a hassle. But now having the weaker races trying to join up with her, she would only be dragged down. This made Akoraan chuckle softly, just shaking his head at the failure that was bound to happen. Yet as he noticed a large silhouette approaching him he cut his soft laughter short, his face snapping back into a snarl.<br/><br/>Of all the.. why him?<br/><br/>With each step forward his snarl seemed to increase in size until the weird Krogan was standing before him.<br/>"Come brother. Let's not show our hand to soon."<br/><br/>What? He thought cause he was bigger that he could come of like some boss? For quads sake look at him! Big, broad and muscled but zero plating or any other type of protection. Akor's hand was already fumbling with his claymore, about to show how much this krogan was going to regret he wasn't wearing any type of armor.<br/><br/>"Son of a bitch, that thing broke my arm."<br/><br/>His attention, together with his entire frame snapped around to look at Kaya. For a moment it almost looked like he would smash her on the spot, his chest slightly raised and arms hold backwards, fists clenched.<br/>Yet her appearance made him blink in surprise and slight confusion. What the hell was he looking at?<br/><br/>A human, yes. A female, aye. But.. So different. Having been used to mostly asari sluts and their human counterparts his definition for a human female more often then not was that they were weak and pitiful. That only the ones with biotics had a chance on survival, and all others that had not would not last a second on Tuchanka.<br/>But this one was so... bulky. You could almost say she looked like a human krogan offspring, the thought making him shudder in disgust. Yet at the same time a hint of admiration washed over his mind and his snarl turned into a broad grin.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Dont play with toys meant for others..” </span>he replied in kind.<br/><br/>Akoraan then copied her as he thrust his arm forward, taking a firm grip of her hand and granting it one shake.<br/><span style="color: SeaGreen"><br/>
“Akoraan. What you make of this one?”</span>nodding his head to the bare chested krogan with a grin.<br/>Ideas were trickling in, humans die quick, that krogan wouldn't last one gunshot to the chest. If he would play it carefully he could take the full amount of credits.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Think we can teach him that going in bare chest makes you end up dead?”</span>a amused chuckle rumbling out his throat as tension laxed for a moment, but just a moment.<br/><br/>“Little boys shouldn’t leave Tuchanka until their quad drops….and they certainly shouldn’t play with guns.”<br/><br/>Again Akor spun his frame about, his shoulder brushing harshly against the human woman till eyes met eyes of the female failure.<br/>He merely grunted having endured far worser taunts and mocking during his time with the blood pack yet could not help but to have the itchy urge of smashing his full weight into her and proof why females should stick with popping out dead young ones.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Funny one, aint ya?”</span>he rebuked with a wise as smirk.<br/><br/>Then the suggestion came and for a moment he narrowed his eyes lightly in a frown.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“You'd think I'd be interested in extra creds? Let alone a challenge from.. You?”</span>a subtle hint of disgust rolling along the final word.<br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“I'd almost say 20k credits on you losing all your “Partners” and weeping like during you're first stillborn.” </span>slightly straining his neck to raise his head eying her with a amused look. Clearly he thought it as a funny mention.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“No, fuck your credits woman and get the fuck out of my face before I lose patience.. Unless.”</span><br/>A second of silence as the thought pierced his mind yet the mere idea of it made him shake his head. You can only go so far before just turning into a Vorcha, that and it was not worth the risk.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Fuck it, not worth my time.”</span>Akoraan said before turning his back to the woman, facing his “brother” and the human woman again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>