Lux:
"You're calling ME a lightweight? This coming from a Human half my size who doesn't even drink," he said before turning to Meer. "Besides, that thing's a freak. I've seen a whole clan drink less then him."
Verahl:
"That's enough, let's at least get moving if we're going to keep argueing," Verahl said as he stepped back out onto the ramp of the Gauntlet. The engines were now fired up and waiting for them to get in. "Oh, and I don't want you all drunk. After all, I need some of you to be sober enough to still be able to shoot. Even though half of you, the difference is hardly noticiable."
With that, the company boarded the Gaunlet as it took off back to their base. The flight was short, and filled with arguements over who could drink more, and challenges to see who could back their word.
Before long, the Gauntlet was landing in the lot behind their base, but before the ramp could even fully lower, Keith had made it outside and was running towards them. His eyes were a bit wide and jaw clenched, regretting being the one forced to tell Verahl of the problem that had now cropped up.
"Uh, Ver," he said nervously. "We got some, er, refugees I guess inside."
Verahl just stood still for a moment, the look of puzzlement blatantly held on his face.
?What do you mean ?refugees??? he asked slowly and uncertain.
?Well, maybe it?s best you see for yourself,? he said as he headed back towards the base.
Verahl followed Keith, confused as to what he was trying to get at.
Refugees on Omega? What the hell does that mean?
As Keith opened the doors to the base?s entrance, and stood to the side as Verahl made his way through. Sitting in the waiting room were a small band of aliens. Threee Batarians, a Salarian, and a Turian greeted him, each bruised and battered, with their faces displaying the hopeless they had recently acquired.
Verahl turned to Liz, who was sitting in the middle of refugees, trying to comfort one of the Batarians with little success, and asked her one simple question.
?Who are they??
?Refugees Ver.?
Verahl sighed, that didn?t help him at all, he turned back to Keith.
?Same question.?
?They?re from the district over; they said they were run out, wound up here.?
Verahl turned back to the refugees, still baffled by this mess that had come through their doors. Karnak, and Lux shared his confusion, while Esten displayed curiosity towards this turn of events. Verahl stood silently in front of them, examining each of them while quickly tried to analyze the situation.
