"Well, if you want to call more than a dozen members of the current council my master then yes, you have it right.  You speak as if you're from a medieval like world, and given your appearance you look like you walked straight out of a fantasy novel, if you'll pardon my expression.  I'd like to know more about you if I may.  Part of the reason why you were told to come here was so we could better understand who we were bringing in first and judge whether or not they were hostile before showing them too far into our part of the galaxy.  If you'll pardon my questions, I would share some of my own knowledge with you as well in fair exchange."  The guy had a very strong grip, that much was certain, but given his own enhancements in both biotics and cybernetics, John matched the strength without too much trouble.  His N7 combat chasis would hopefully protect him enough to get a few shots off if things turned ugly.  Speaking of which, Vorcha scavengers were on the move right towards their position from the look of things, and the usual guards seemed to have disappeared as a dozen of the buggers lined up shots with outdated but still powerful assault rifles.  "Get DOWN!"  He shouted, getting between the centuar looking guy and the Vorcha rogues, taking several hits to his chest and shields as he got in the way just in time.  The armor and the shielding around it didn't allow any of the blue bolts in thankfully, but the shots still would leave bruises behind later most likely as he raised his hand and a ball of blue and black energy shot out of it, hitting the closest of the scavengers square in the chest.  The effect of a Warp field of dark energy generated by a biotic was enough to rend flesh from bone and degrade armor in a matter of seconds, and the effects were gruesome to behold as the Vorcha was turned into a pile of smoking flesh.  The Marines took flanking position and mowed down three more before having to take cover themselves.  The few that were wounded quickly regenerated as they dived behind containers and walls, their bodies becoming stronger at the same time as they adapted to the situation, but concentrated fire still took the bastards down all the same.<br/><br/>http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/7031/Vorcha.png (http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/7031/Vorcha.png)