Tahlia looked over the three people gathered around her pod, eyes welling on each of them for a moment as they were introduced. She’d always been good at pegging the linguistic differences between the different systems, however when military training was involved, a lot of those differences fell by the wayside. All three were definitely ex military in some fashion, but their uniforms lacked most of the markings that would peg them as a specific one. That being said, she had a pretty good indication from their ship’s name and the bits of Naval indicators that survived. They were part of the Merchant fleet, the Gemini’s answer to having been told a decade or two back to disarm their navy. She’d always thought exploiting that loophole was a brilliant move.<br/><br/>She nodded gracefully to the sturdily built captain, with a slight bow. “I am Tahlia Faye, vice president of crisis management for ITC.” between her clothing, her accent, and her mannerisms, she knew there was no trying to pretend to be a low level employee. And no reason to lie to them, either. She wasn’t the sort of woman to flaunt her station, and often chose to simply identify herself as part of ITC’s crisis management team, but in this case her mind was too far scattered to give vague answers. “We… I should have….” she shook her head. There was no way to end that sentence. Nothing she could have done. “They passed right over the relay. Any closer and the gravity well around their ship would have torn it to shreds and sent the pod flying off into deep space…” her eyes once again drifted to the door. “I could have warned them they were powering their weapons, but there wasn’t anything they’d have been able to do in such short notice…” she almost looked guilty at her admission. “And they would have known there was a witness…” she’d made the decision to keep herself and her data alive, not that any other choice would have spared her crew.<br/><br/>With a steadying breath, she looked back at the captain. “I got a good look at the ship that murdered my men. I couldn't see all of it, but it was definitely larger than a courier class vessel… the name was faded and scratched out, the numbers completely gone, but it was something that started with an S and ended with Hawk. five or six letters in between unless it was a bunch of Is and Ls…” she pressed her lips together. “That's all i was able to get....”<br/><br/>When he mentioned seeing this sort of tactic before, a confused, if not angry look crossed her face. “But why? We weren’t a military vessel, there was nothing valuable on board, with only the most basic of weapons. They refused to communicate with our captain, just flew up and blasted them out of existence before leaving. For no reason… they killed them for no reason…” she sank back against the side of the pod, her slender frame shaking with barely controlled fury.