The bright jewel of civilization, that's what he had been told of the place that loomed like a gargantuan glimmering ship agaisnt a backlit of black cloth with holes punched in it. The Citadel, a melting pot of cultures and ideas all working together to create a culture its own.
His body pulsed with bioluminescent flashes as he gave instructions to his Drell companion. Her dark eyes like the void itself watched and nodded as the small shuttle docked and extended its boarding ramp.
"You will remain out of trouble this time will not you?" She said her accent making her words as much purr as speech.
"This one always remains out of trouble, Vhella." he replied via the translation device he kept with him as he left the ship for the market district. "This one is told there may be room for a market here and many to teach of the Enkindlers."
"As you say," Vhella replied a small smile on her face, "try not to insult anyone's intelligence this time Ordukai."
"It is not for this one to determine how one takes this ones statements. Let's leave that in the terminus system and move on, please."
They walked to the lift and boarded then pressed the button for the business district, with luck they would find a way to make a good name here.
Sitting on a bench near the business district elevator was Gregor. He was doing what he normally did - sitting down and contemplating the meaning of his existence now that he was free of the influence of the Reapers. He noticed the Hanar and the Drell accompanying him. Hanar worshipped the entities they called the Enkindlers, intriguing seeing as what was left of the race still remained, though in an altered state.
With that said and done, though, he quickly returned to thinking about things, worried that another fight, shooting, brawl, etcetera, would go down.
He really didn't want to be in a fight for his life again.
@fusion Ordukai stopped as the doors opened lights like stars flashing along his oblong body while his tentacles hung taught beneath him. Vhella stopped and watched the lights before turning to the being.
"Who or what are you?" She asked approaching the being. "My companion finds you familiar somehow."
Ordukai moved forward to wait beside the Drell soldier as her three weapons remained untouched but openly displayed outside her medium skirmish armor. It was odd to see such a creature as this that he nothong of. Very odd indeed.
The approach of the Drell intrigued the bug, who looked up at the servant of the Hanar and typed a message into his omnitool. "I am of the species known to your kind as the Collectors. We are the the development of your Protheans, your Enkindlers. Your deities." that sort of made Gregor a demigod, in a way. Sort of.
He continued to look at the Drell, being unarmed(his weapons still on board Triala's shuttle). He sighed, pausing as he did his best to make sure that he did not offend the Hanar in any way, shape or form.
Maybe he could get over the whole 'inability to speak' thing.
"This one is intrigued." Ordukai responded for himself via his translator, "This one is very intrigued. This one would like to go to the business district but would you tell this one more of your kind and your claim to be the coming of the Enkindlers?"
Ordukai laid a tenticle on Vhella's left shoulder to ease her tension likely only noticed by him as he waited for a response from the creature.
Gregor paused, looking the floating Hanar over. "It would be most pleasing to accompany you to the business district, all things considered." That being done, he stepped in line with the group, following the two by standing on the other side of the Hanar opposite the Drell - though if she chose to intersperse herself between them, he had no issues with such at all.
"The Enkindlers fell to the Reapers tens of thousands of years ago. While they fell, they were not made extinct as believed. They were adapted and made into what your kind know as the Collectors. We were all that was left, puppets in a grand game of galactic proportions before we were freed."
He moved along slowly as he listened to the creature. It was difficult to comprehend his words. The being was proclaiming that Ordukai's gods were both defeated and subjected to another race. It was difficult to accept. Vhella watched like a waiting predatory mother guarding her ypung as she scanned the path to the business district.
"This one must meditate on this information." he said after a moment of silence. They approached the buisness registry office and he stopped. "Do you claim that this one's Gods were made subject to these...'reapers'?"
"Such would seem to be the case, yes." He continued to eye the Hanar, pausing patiently in order to behave as best respectfully as he could. Of course, he did need to further elaborate that many of the Collectors had been taken away from the Reapers' control. "Many of us were freed from their control by the Creators, those who forged them in their image. Many of us our free, though some remained trapped by their repugnant control."
He paused, silent but pondering. He wondered whether he, as a Collector, descendent of Prothean genetic stock, would have any sort of weight as one of the Enkindlers of Hanar mythos.