<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ghrreigh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br/><strong>Station Time:15:40</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Max<br/><hr/><br/>With a final clang and ping, the cargo pod's retaining bar spins sideways and the doors gape wide, revealing...<br/><br/>Oh, that's a lot of guns. And heavily armored Vargr. And for a few frozen heartbeats, all of them are pointed straight at Max. Certainly the noise level of the loading dock hasn't changed, but in the moment, things feel strangely silent until one of the shorter canid forms near the front reaches over and slowly but firmly pushes down the barrel of the rifle her companion has trained on you.<br/><br/>It's a pretty obvious signal, and the others take it as such. Almost immediately, the aimpoints of all those weapons shift. Past you, in some cases. Others shift to cover other approaches as the wolf-creatures flow with predatory grace out of the container.<br/><br/>That leaves the short one looking straight at you, but at least the bullpup grenade launcher she's carrying is aimed at the deck. The white-furred Vargr isn't wearing a helmet (most of them aren't, despite their otherwise heavily-armored appearance). There are a couple of quiet, articulate growling comments from the group spreading out, and the short one's ears twitch.<br/><br/>"Kenzy bragged Port Authority to being bribed off him. Lied again, ay?" The alien's tone is<em>almost</em>pleasant, but it's showing a<em>lot</em>of teeth.