There were three guards to the warhouses entrance. A human seemed to be in charge flanked by a turian and a batarian. With an impatient pen tap to his tablet the human shouted. "Next!"<br/><br/>A Krogan towering several feet above most of the other applicants lumbered forward. The human craned his neck up and was promptly met with a flyer being thrust into his face. He took it with a quick swat dropping his pen in the process. "Yeah, this is ours. You're at the right spot. Name?"<br/><br/>"Codename Noxx." The Krogan's voice was deep and growling like rocks sliding over glass.<br/><br/>"Noxx. Right." The guard gave his tablet a noting poke.<br/><br/>"Codename." The Krogan reiterated quickly.<br/><br/>"Listen," The human guard gave the bridge of his nose an irritated pinch. "I just need your name none of your special titles. If I wrote down everything these people told me there would be two princes of power and one Mog, 'blight of the living', in that warehouse already."<br/><br/>The Krogan gave a suspicious blink and focused a stare on the human.<br/><br/>The nearby turian leaned in, "Just write it down. That things a mountain with legs lets not see you thrown into a nearby star, yes?"<br/><br/>"Fine." He gave the tablet another poke. "You are armed. I see." Motioning to the assortment of blades sat on Noxx's hips along with an aged shot gun crudely strung on a leather strap around his shoulders. "You've got no armor though."<br/><br/>Noxx's head canted to the side in curious fashion not fully understanding the statement. "I am armor."<br/><br/>The human gave a look to the turian guard, who gave a simple shrug in response. "Sure. Go on in Codename."<br/><br/>Noxx gave something only a shark would liken to a toothy smile and turned away. Walking into the warehouse he was met with a wall noise. Conversations, laughter, names being called across the floor to others. All strangers. Some had gathered into tiny groups while others had secluded themselves into darker corners away from the hustle. It made the Krogan nervous. The only time he had seen so many bodies together at one time was upon the sands of the arena and the conversation there were broached with blades and blaster fire. Noxx mouth was dry but he swallowed anyway while doing his best to hide his nervous eyes from glancing at every movement, every burst of laughter. He chose a good spot in the middle of the floor and stood silently. A crude statue against a moving tide of bodies and chatter.<br/><br/>The fight would come. An alpha would provide the fight. That is what he was here for. Patience.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>