524 Not Sure They Believe

"Please follow us to the pavilion. Do you have any weapons on your person?" A member of the Special Forces team asked.

"Of course I do. It's built into my armor. I recommend that your negotiator keeps a pistol on themselves as well. It is considered common courtesy among the Reavers to not leave yourself defenseless in case the negotiations are interrupted." Nico explained.

"What a strange tradition. We will inform the negotiator." The mechanical voice responded.

Inside the cloth-covered building, the team took up places behind the negotiator, who had his rifle slung over the back of his chair, and Nico could see he still had a combat knife holstered in the chest carrier on his armor.

She took a comfortable seat across from him and placed a data tablet on the table between them.

"I will assume that since your dialect is still quite close to Human Standard that you can read the language? If not, I can work on a translation for you." Nico greeted him.