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located in Freedom's Blade Conference Room, a part of Mass Effect: Independence, one of the many universes on RPG.

Freedom's Blade Conference Room

Briefing room and Quantum Entanglement Communicator suite

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Hatjan'Reegar vas Gerrel
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Hatjan glanced around the room, slowly scanning each and every man, woman and that sole, singular and extremely poppable balloon of a volus that came strolling into the room for weakness, Hatjan uttered some unintelligible curse should they prove fallow or frail, that all-too familiar stir of echoes at the back of his consciousness almost screaming COME NOW HATJAN, IF THEY FALL PREY TO WEAKNESS, YOU CAN JUST SWALLOW THEIR HEARTS AND CARVE THEIR SKULLS, DO IT M'BOY, OFFER THEIR BROKEN & BLEEDING CORPSES UNTO THE SOULS OF CLAN REEGAR'S VALIANT DEAD...................you know you want to.......... He immediately began to lightly tap the the upper portion of the rather intimidating axe hooked through a semi-magnetic belt-frog located on his left upper-hip; security had tried to remove it from him, following the initial boarding of the station, that, unfortunately, cost one man an eye, another a nose and three people several random fingers for the attempt. Hatjan chuckled at the memory and continued to rhythmically tap the tungsten wedge that the omni-emitters of the boarding-axe were lodged into, very barely humming an old (quiet enough to only really be audible should a person slightly "zone out"), tribal Rannoch warriors hymn for patience.

Finally, the rest of this ragged band of bastards, malcontents and civilized scoundrels/black-guards began to pour into the briefing room, some with an almost zealous mindset guiding each and every step, others seemed to be carried to where they were by the bountiful prospects of greed; in either case, Hatjans' patience proved worthwhile as some of the stragglers began to file in whilst others were taking their seats. Hatjan removed his cap, hap-hazardly smoothed back his slightly unkempt and shaggy mane and then deflty plucked off the pair of goggles an NCO had demanded he wear, cracking them tween' his hands. Besides, if this band of bastards, brigands and scoundrels are to be the group with whom he would fight, shed bone & blood and potentially die alongside; they might as well see him for what he truly is. Naught but a moment after the crunching of those goggles, the pleasantly homicidal and all-too familiar stir of echoes at the back of his consciousness damn near roared with glee at the prospect, Hatjan cracked a predatory grin, rejoicing at the prospect of great battles being so delightfully near; if only that Kal' cursed primate would begin the briefing already.