Vega stood up and adjusted his clothing, trying to regain his composure.<span style="color: Blue">And what would you know about it? Hm?</span>He scowled at them, giving himself an air of superiority.<span style="color: Blue">You're a mercenary. A failed soldier begging for the scraps from the tables of people who have actually managed to achieve something. And frankly, not even a good one at that. You had one job. Just one. Apprehend a single man. Not an army, not a group...</span>He walked toward them gesturing as if to accentuate the severity of their perceived failure.<span style="color: Blue">Just one man. Most of the rest of the security team is dead, too. Which makes me wonder what you gun toting morons were doing the whole time.</span><br/><br/>Firas took a step toward Vega, keeping his eyes on the ground.<span style="color: Blue">Vega...</span>Vega looked at him derisively. Firas looked up at the human, and punched him squarely in his face. Vega recoiled and fell again, dazed. Ashana remained quiet as she watched.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Acheron, we could use a ride.</span>Firas said into his comms. There was a long silence followed by Cantenelli replying.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Affirmative ground crew. Shuttle in-bound.</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Ashana stood off to the side in the CIC in her normal clothing, the team having gathered their things from Vega's tower before being ferried back to the ship. She could still feel the tightness of the wrap around her ribs. The assassin's kick had broken one of them, and fractured two more. The bruised skin on her face glistened with the salve the doctor had applied to reduce the swelling.<br/><br/>They had all been gathered around the central display which remained off so that the group could see one another. Everyone on board the ship was there. From the look of the device on Kala's arm, Ashana wasn't the only one who had  suffered an injury.<br/><br/>Cantenelli ran his hands over the railing, considering how to start.<span style="color: Blue">Well. We could only see so much from here, so... Firas, Darion, Ashana... would you mind filling us in on what happened down there?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">We were outmatched. I had a good look at him, and he was geared in things I've never seen before. His armor looked a generation ahead of what I've seen. That gun he had was some kind of modified carnifex firing high effect phasic rounds. Darion... </span>he glanced at the human.<span style="color: Blue">and I caught in the open and we put enough rounds at him to kill just about anyone I've dealt with before. I don't know how many rounds got through, but it wasn't many.</span><br/><br/>Ashana shook her head slightly.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">I've been in a lot of fights, and done my fair share of hitting and getting hit. But he...</span>she took a deep breath. She didn't like to even think about it.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">He completely beat me. He was faster... stronger.</span><br/><br/>Cantenelli looked at Darion for his side of the story. Nodding as he said his piece.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">You can thank Kala,</span>Cantenelli started, nodding at her,<span style="color: Blue">For what advantages you did have down there. Kala, do you have anything to add?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">How did he get past you?</span>Firas asked, staring at Cantenelli seriously. Falkris, not liking judgement in Firas' eyes took a step forward to correct it, but Cantenlli pacified him with a raised hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">For whatever information he had, we needed him alive. He forced a confrontation where our only options were to let him go or kill him.</span>The human responded.<span style="color: Blue">But, what we do have... is some very unusual things from the camera feeds from Vega's tower...</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">The Turian on the pad?</span>Ashana asked, suddenly interested.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">You noticed?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Of course I did.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Taseer, roll the feed of what happened.</span>Cantenelli said. The asari nodded and pushed a few keys on a nearby console. The central display showed the event, the target exiting the tower, the Turian pulling the blade, then stepping aside.<br/><br/>Ashana shook her head as she watched the two's faces.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">They knew each other. The two from Cerberus knew him too. By the look of it, no one was expecting him.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Well its a little more complicated than that... Taseer.</span>He nodded at her to bring up the next piece of information. The display changed to the Turian's guest list information.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Council?</span>Firas read, baffled.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>