Kal’Reegar had heard that an outsider was to come to the Migrant Fleet today. It was quite the rare occurrence, and one he wouldn’t care much about if this individual wasn’t coming to the ship he just so happened to be working on today. He stood in the hangar with other marines in heavy armor, his red one standing out. He watched as the shuttle landed, and saw the outsider—a human. “We don’t get many outsiders on our ships.” His deep voice echoed within his helmet as he approached, maintaining a respectful distance. “We were told of your arrival, but I gotta admit, I don’t remember what those bosh’tet higher-uppers told me. What brings you here, stranger?”