Located beside Suni's precious chair was a metallic three-dimensional hovering object, oval in shape. Constructed by a team of salarians back on Sur'Kesh, the object had been built to serve as a focal point for anyone wishing to assign an origin to the AI's disembodied voice. Psychological rather than functional. Though AIDEN possessed the capability to form a holographic interface similar to that of a virtual intelligence, he more often than not refused this option for undisclosed reasons. Instead, he humored anyone wishing to look at<i>something</i>when he spoke, and an intricate geometric pattern of emerald lights began to flicker as AIDEN's distinctive artificial lilt filled the cockpit.<br/><br/><i>Certainly, Suni'Tallah vas Anzio. There is an outstanding piece composed in the year 2091 of the Galactic Standard calendar by the turian prodigy Kostas Telemacchus. It tells the story of a young officer in the turian military who defects in order to chase his quarian love across the stars. Exceptionally controversial upon its release, it is now considered a masterpiece among present-day critics and scholars. <br/>
</i><br/>Music began to swell inside of the cockpit. Quietly, at first. Subtle and haunting. Instruments humans would have mistaken as violins began to relay a tale of indescribable yearning, a craving for an unobtainable entity. AIDEN's hovering orb was glowing faintly.<br/><i><br/>
I have plotted a course to the Narcissus Relay, Suni'Tallah. Latest information on the Migrant Fleet suggests it is currently located in the Tasale System, close to Illium. Chances are exceptionally low the Anzio and the Fleet will cross paths. Please do not worry, Suni'Tallah. <br/>
</i><br/>The music grew louder now and a female turian began to sing. The light from AIDEN's orb began to pulse.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>The Commander chuckled softly as Cole leaned toward her, her gaze directed toward the turian. Her smile was soft, affectionate, though she reached out to place a hand on Cole's shoulder in solidarity.<br/><br/>"I know how he can be," she began, giving the cap of the lieutenant's shoulder three firm pats before pulling away. "He's a good turian. The best. If spending hours organizing medi-gel canisters and taking inventory of each individual bandage we have about the place keeps him happy, I'm more than willing to help him do that. Once of these days, Faustus's fastidiousness may just save your life, LT." He gave the new recruit a playful smirk, brushing a loose strand of black, silken hair from her eyes. "Admittedly, I perhaps am torturing you just a little bit more than I normally would. Have to see if you can handle the pressure, Vanes."<br/><br/>Her eyes looked to Faustus, still huddled over his canisters. "Faustus, did you know that Cole is incredibly fascinated by the turian hierarchy? He would absolutely love to learn about the role of the Primarch and the path of turian succession while we get your supplies ready. Wouldn't you, Cole?" Though her smile was soft and inviting, a mischievous glint shone at the center of her deep black pupils. "Unless, of course, you'd rather finish up yourself. I'm sure I can find laborious chores for the new guy to complete."