Shakar was happy to finally hear that they would move on, hopefully to a more interesting area. She liked rough, hard environments as much as the next Rak'Cajear, but there was plenty of that back home. After talking about the Citadel and the Council so much, Shakar wanted to see what John had described so highly. She also wouldn't miss the chance to see this ship of his, and perhaps find a way to those restricted areas. She stepped up to John's side, and gave him a strong slap on the shoulder. "Good! I don't need anything but the blade on my back! Let's go!"<br/><br/>Clearly in her usual impatient mood, she took a few steps forward, then turned around, putting her hands on her hips, smiling at the people at the table deviously, and waiting for the others to move. While she waited, she pushed a small button on one of the metal apparatus on her helm, and opened a communication channel to her ship. "Garlok! This is Shakar, you will receive coordinates soon. You will pilot the ship there. And don't mess up this time, incompetent saru!"<br/><br/>Noticing that some people were looking at her with disapproving eyes, she completely missed the reason they were staring, and instead commented "Oh, a saru is a small animal with a tail that goes up in trees back on my home world."<br/>