Firas inclined his head towards Cantenelli as soon as he heard his conviction, yet the brief scorning he recieved did little in harming his pride, afterall, he was only human. In turn, Firas spoke back but it was nothing to match the harsh seriousness of Cantenellis, instead being a little more casual "<span style="color: Blue">We are a band of mercenaries, Cantenelli, bonded by a common goal and nothing more. You can't expect us all to get along straight off the boat, and unless you assign yourself an alpha male--</span>" he paused to look at Ashana, speaking more grimly as he said it "<span style="color: Blue">or female---</span>" with a slight grunt, he lazily looked back to Cantenelli to continue "<span style="color: Blue">---this cocerion you seek will remain non-existant. The only real time we work as a team is when our lives are on the line in combat. So if you want this team to function as you want it, you are going to need to assign a leader yourself.</span>" Firas was unsure if he had told a lie or not, wondering if they ever did work together as one unit or that their roles were so diverse that when combined, portrayed an untempered team that could be considered great? There was so much doubt...<br/><br/>His brief train of thought halted as he realised the stone gaze of Ashana staring off into the distance, curiousity demanded he'd look and as soon as he did, he wish he didn't. Instinct took over. The man ran, running as fast as his legs could carry him and leaped behind a nearby parked skycar in the attempt to find what cover he could put between him and the rapidly descending vehicle. As he squatted behind it, Firas instinctively found himself wielding his Revenent rifle. The weapon had unfolded happily once again into the Turians claws and hummed eagerly as the mass drives fired up to once again to provide the hail of death it once did back on the Bekket. He couldn't help but feel eager himself to use the Revenent at that point, hoping for someone to walk out of the soon-to-be wreckage and start shooting people.<br/><br/>The sound of metal tearing at metal and the violent booming and shaking of the platform they had found themselves confirmed the impact of wreckage, and it wouldn't be until Firas revealed himself until the grinding soon came to a halt. Revealing himself with the Revenent already poised correctly against his shoulder, moving towards the car along with Cantenelli with each step planned and solid. Firas continued to approach until he found himself a small distance back from the human commander, afterall, he knew the spread on this gun could sometimes be quite immense.<br/><br/>With a silent hiss, the door opened and Firas was quick to notice Cantenelli's reaction to what he saw within the burning vehicile. He was hestitant at first but he too soon lowered his weapon. Before his weapon had made it into the mag-lock, Cantenelli had roared towards him with surprised urgency as he pulled a body from the wreckage "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Firas! Your mans been hit!</span>"<br/><br/>A few paces had put Firas next to the man, almost as if summoned by the call to look over the Quarian he had pulled to safety. All the Quarians looked the same to Firas, but this one in particular looked too familiar than most. Sorv? The Turian fell to one knee besides the man, resting an arm as he looked over Sorv with for the first time a concerned and worried look, growling in frustration "Goddamn you, Sorv! Can you survive a few hours without me?!" Firas hissed, although it had come out as anger, Firas for the first time felt worried for the Quarian.<i><span style="color: Blue">I have to do something...</span></i><br/><br/>Firas looked towards the Illium security as soon as they arrived, it just became instinct to look for trouble and they certainly looked like trouble to him. He knew well enough that they had come to help, but the longer that they remained here, the sooner someone would pick up on their location and kill them, and it was known that the Ecilpse also had a hold on the security here. The last thing they wanted was for them to court Sorv to the hospital to act as an anchor to keep them there, or worse..to force them to abandon him to save themselves. They were causing a big enough scene as it was.<br/><br/>Firas gave Cantenelli an affirmed look, murmuring quietly "<span style="color: Blue">I'll handle the guards.. Get the crew onto the Acheron as soon as you can. Its about time we left Illium</span>." With that, the Turian straightened up and locked his gaze upon the one whom spoke into their Omni-tool. He marched as fast as he could towards the guard, attempting to silence the guard as soon as he could. The guard soon met him with a firm and professional approach, but he or she was certainly not ready for the claims the Turian was about to make, speaking calmly but with a hardened backbone to each word. "<span style="color: Blue">Go make your report elsewhere, guard. Don't even call for help. We have this under control.</span>" Firas' eyes seem to narrow in the attempt to make his point clear. For all he knew though, this guard could have been one tainted by the corruption of the Eclipse.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>