Omeaga, Wrong cave?

you are Omeaga shales, ant your already sick of walking, it was several days after your flashy exit from the military service and a short shuttle ride to the planet of your birth. ~~~o dam that dead ssseer o~~~ you mutter under your breath as you climb the foot hills of a mountain, seeking a cave you believe should be here from 200 sweeps ago, which you should of taken in to account just how violent trolls are to the landscape, honestly, you recognize none of this area, this place, at one point was the location of a small town that you enjoyed visiting, that was until your favorite cook disappeared and no one would tell you where he went. pity for them, a hour later they were all dead. but enough about memory lane, you have to get this stupid book, to the stupid cave so stuff can happen and you get the reward the seer promised you, at least that's how you remember it.

you keep walking for about an hour or so, trudging up a steep slope when you see it, something that nearly made you jump for joy, if you could be fucked with jumping at that point. the cave, the one you were searching for. you're sure it is anyway, a bit worse for ware, but it's the only cave around here.

~~~o about fucking time o~~~ you growl, marching in to the cave, using your psionics to ignite your hand and light your way. only to find a steel door further in. ~~~o the fuck isss thisss? o~~~  you mutter, looking at the door quizzically, this defiantly wasn't here last time, well it has been a long time, some poor sod must of move in. whelp, someones hive or not, your going in. you open the door and barge in to the strange hive

Your name is Aarush Dasura, and you were attempting to cook. Like actually cook with flour and meat and spices. You are defiantly not the best at cooking, most things end up a bit burnt, but you are hungrier then a ravenous claw-beast. This recipe seemed easy enough, mix up some flour and spices into a bowl and coat the thin pounded meat in egg and rub it around in the flour and spices and fry it. You can do that. Possibly. If not you guess you might have to go to your morail's hive and beg her to cook for you.

You are in the process of mixing up the flour and spices when the silent alarm would go off. Someone had stepped inside your cave. You look up at the flashing lights and place the food you were cooking inside the refrigerator. Did you remember to lock the door? You need to keep better track of these things. You were not expecting anyone. Ducita was over a few days ago along with a bunch of other trolls but now you were alone. You should probably install some cameras that way you know who is at... wait who the fuck is this guy? He just barged right into your hive. A snarl comes from your throat at the rude enterence.

Who the fuck are you then?

Your tattoos light up along your arms, glowing green as spectral claws cover your hands and creates a sort of armor up along your arms. Normally you wouldn't be arced to do this, but it frightened off most trolls, especially with your eyes glowing with your voodoos. Wait, was that a fleet uniform? Still he could have shown some manners. He's about to lose his soul at this point.