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Hatjan fiddled with his cap, listening to the Human CO rumble on with gusto about everything this assignment will entail, a faint stir of echoes at the back Hatjans' consciousness said "Stupid monkey talk.", usually followed by the usual remark of "When do we get to kill more bluehided whores?". He quickly muttered "shutup, shutup, shutup." as one of members of this motley crew glared at the muttering Quarian. Finally, O'Tarin finished talking as Commander Marshall got up to the podium and said his spiel, Hatjan grumbled quietly to himself about a lack of "Choppable Blue-Hided Whores" as he marched off to his bunk as he nearly tripped into a Krogan and had to fight down every urge in his body to slowly disembowel the two Asari present whilst hauling his pack of equipment, and what was, due to the rather blatantly hollow clunking noises, a sack full of trophies from past battles. Looking at the officers herding everyone off to get their "shit stowed" as Tarchus bellowed so-well and appropriately just a few minutes prior, a slow feeling of joy at what lies ahead was brewing in his consciousness, slowly getting replaced by a building sense of anticipation and bloodlust in regard to potential fighting that he DEARLY hoped was right around the proverbial corner.

After chucking his kit and the rather blatant sack of trophies and nearly-tribal fetishes into his bunk he sprinted to the briefing room, muttering "yes, the killing time is nigh, good, good..................yes.........." getting odd stares from crewmen and squadmates alike due to what could only be perceived as enthusiasm. Hatjan took a spot near the door and waited patiently for the rest of the unit to haul ass and arrive in the briefing room.