Noticing that he'd been noticed, he raised one hand in a 'peace' gesture, using the other to re-attach his fire-arms. "And hello to you too!," he said with enthusiasm.
"Pardon the gun display, I was actually doing it for your sake.," he said as he was finishing up. "Though enough about that. I'd simply noticed that you guys were a tad heavily armed for a visit here, and was just wondering....how am I to put this....if you could use a had?" He gestured towards the rocket launcher on his back.
"Maybe a rocket or two? To help, I mean, not kill you!" he said with a deep chuckle.
edited 3rd Apr '12 8:17:37 AM by goodisgood
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.Isea- Huh, a nervous Krogan, I have seen everything.
-Isea folds his arms-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXkI1sTDoEg
Wimpy Mc Squishy
The salarian had that one right. "Um..." Dru stammered, "We're here on business. Not much in the need for rocket launchers. If you want to talk to our hiring department, though, I think he's in there." He pointed at the Ozymandias.
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'-Isea smiles-
Isea- Try not to let the rocket misfire in that ship, please.
-Isea looks on, and looks at Dru-
Isea- So, Captain, where you headed?
edited 3rd Apr '12 9:08:33 AM by GearLeader
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXkI1sTDoEgJordan eventually emerged outside - not before placing his armor's breather helmet on and ensuring climate control worked properly. Even then the cold still hit him like a blast to the everything.
He let out a small grunt - he didn't like the squish skin and the cold wasn't helping. He'd manage, though - as he always did.
He made sure to at least grab his Mattock and store it on his back - didn't want to be completely defenseless, now, did he?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Wimpy Mc Squishy
The woman led the small crowd inside, where a warm blast of air mercifully washed over them. The foyer was enormous, and obviously very expensive. Polished white walls, potted trees, fancy carpets; yeah, these people were definitely trying to impress somebody. A small army of receptionists were posted against the nearest wall, and the opposite wall was nothing but glass. Weapon detectors and security guards lined every door.
Wow, Dad, this is quite a crowd you've gotten in with, Dru thought.
"We have to ask you to relinquish any weapons as long as you're here," the greeting woman said to the group.
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'"Alrighty then, a little more firepower than I expected, but the more, the merrier!", the krogan said to the passing mercenaries. "It'll be a peach doing business with you, gentlemen! He extended a thick, leathery arm towards them.
"The name's Thresh. Formerly Urdnot Thresh."
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by."Only because you asked nicely," Carn remarked, his neutral tone making it somewhat unclear whether he was joking or not. Nonetheless, he relinquished his guns.
"Not a scratch," he told the guard, maintaining a neutral, non-confrontational tone.
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.-Isea snorts-
Isea- That gun is wroth more then your Job.
-Isea follows the group in-
Isea- Hum... More suits, hire pepole like us. Don't see why we don't go here more.
edited 3rd Apr '12 3:59:00 PM by GearLeader
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXkI1sTDoEg"Ah, the futility of a passive approach." Thresh said in a sing-song voice. "I'll get to know them later, perhaps with a little more of that classic krogan brusqueness. Perhaps someone inside will be a tad more responsive."
With that, he walked further into the office, raising his voice to a half roar, only for the sake of knowing where and how he'd sign up. "Hope I don't get shot.", Thresh muttered to himself in-between the 'Hello?'s and 'Is there anyone here?'s.
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.
Wimpy Mc Squishy
A woman approached the group. This woman was very tall, with pitch black hair that reached down to her waist. She wore a dress, one of those that mimics the asari style of business dress clearly meant to distinguish her as the most important person in the room. Her pace was slow and deliberate, and as she walked her eyes seemed to wander between her new guests. She took a short second to scrutinize each of them before she was approached by the receptionist. The two exchanged a brief, quiet conversation, then the receptionist scurried back to Dru.
"Your father is currently in the lab, this way. Come with me." She hurriedly led Dru away from the group, through a door and into a hallway.
Meanwhile, the important-looking woman addressed the newcomers with a wide smile. "Welcome," she said. "I'm Maria Carver, manager of research and development for this little branch of Binary Helix. It's an honor to meet all of you."
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'
Wimpy Mc Squishy
Dru was led down hallway after hallway, deeper and deeper into the facility. It was a lot bigger than it had looked from the front. As he progressed he came to notice that whoever built this place apparently had been very fond of glass—many stretches of wall were nothing but window. Looking out to his left he could see more buildings that were probably part of this same facility, all built into steep rock faces. In the foreground there stood a tower that looked like it had an excellent view of all the other buildings.
The receptionist spoke up. "This facility was modeled after the Panopticon," she explained. "We handle a lot of valuable research for Binary Helix, so security has to be very tight. That tower over there houses both the security center and the executive offices. They like to remind everyone that they're watching."
"That's... a little creepy," Dru said, suddenly very conscious of the security cameras lining the hallway.
"I wish I could say we were expecting you," Maria said shaking the man's hand, "But truth be told we were under the impression that Mr. Peroh would be landing alone. You understand, then, if we seem a bit under-prepared. Perhaps I can lead you to the lounge? Or perhaps you'd like a tour of our facility? Not many people get the chance to see our latest projects before they hit the shelves."
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'Somewhere off to the side, Amy stepped out in sight of the Krogan.
He seemed pretty happy; that wasn't bad in and of itself, but the scarring spoke that he probably shouldn't be that happy. Maybe she was paranoid.
"Looking for work? It seems perfectly rational; Noveria's a pretty white collar place for a Krogan to find work. You're carrying a hell of a lot of weaponry, too."
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill"I know, right?" the krogan responded with an upward inflection. "I heard a little drama with binary helix made this place a little dirtier, so I'd figured I'd find some work here. Still enough people here who'd pay generously for a hand, I though. Turns out I was too late for any of that." He was lost in his thoughts for a moment, but quickly came to.
"Oh right!" he snapped. "The weapons. I worked under a pretty influential krogan for a while. I resolved conflicts within the clan while he was busy. Krogan being krogan, though, you look smart enough to know how these things turn out."
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.

-Isea steps out to the dock, and goes down to we're the Quarian is at, he has his tempest sub machine on his side, and he also looks at the Krogan-
Isea- Hum...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXkI1sTDoEg