ORIN

There were a few things in life that the blonde male liked and disliked at the same time, and authority was one of such things. Though he often tried to convince the common bystander and the fascinated contact that The Ruffians had no leader at all, he secretly cherished his unofficial rank and the respect he thought he deserved and most certainly got - whilst on the other hand, it could just be that he mistook amiable appreciation for getting praise.. -; yet despite all this, it felt tremendously good to have a bigger fish swimming around the pond. The terrain the Empire wandered was practically foreign to Kiandros mercenary, and frankly, he was proud to admit that he liked having a Commander around to show him and his brother - even though Zaide would refuse to take advise from anyone other than himself - the ropes, to teach them stuff about how the Darkwolves rolled and all. That was why he concluded their short briefing with a dapper, dignified Fhusian salute, and only relaxed when the menacing dark figure walked off into the glare of the bright, white halls.

"Pffh, I'm tellin' ya, Prince, just on'a those 'Perial showboats," his dark half-brother suddenly chuckled when they turned around to grab their gear. "Ju's look'ah 'em, 'n ya'll see wha'dai mean. All flexin' 'n smalltalk, he ain't a real kill'ah if'a ask me. Grunt, yeah, but no pred'tor." Orin was well aware that his sibling had his.. ways, and that comprehensively thrashing every potential employer, boss or ally was one of them, yet he didn't seem to get himself to abide to the guy's crooked view. Yes, he knew Darkwolves were different, but that didn't necessarily mean that they were bad. "Give him some time, Zaide, I don't think he's as half as bad as you think he is. He's just doing his job, you know, for all we know he's not even that glad with his power-hungry Emperor either."The Imperial figurehead's name wasn't exactly held in high regard back on Fhusiar, for a good reason. No one liked having their strong and independent planet conquered by a prideful imperator who only saw them as an addition to his ever-growing collection of galactic rocks and critters. "And even so.. he's still our CO for the time being. So could you at least relax for a bit?" The Vkerrion siblings both got hold of their weapons: an electropulse LMG-3A submachine gun appeared to be Zaide's first choice, whether Orin proudly attached his humble plasma assault rifle to his back, giving his brother a pat on the back as he proceeded to the Darkwolf mothership's hangar. "We'll be fine, brother." He chuckled hoarsely."Whatever, Prince.."