Whatever darion was thinking at the time when their meeting was starting, or watching the Goz hybrid across the table, it was halted when the Grey hybrid walked into the room.  Even his little game of strip poker in his head stopped at her appearance, and her outfit.  His eyes ran over her form, running along her curves, and that barely contained chest.   Her outfit left very little for the imagination, and he was enjoying it.<span style="color: seagreen"><i>'Yum'</i></span>was his only thought at that moment, and picturing her naked in his bed.<br/><br/>It took him a moment to recover and continue his poker game, though those he stripped with each hand were focused on Trixie, Neymi, and the Grey Hybrid, with the others thrown in randomly.  The meeting continued, though he didn’t jump like some of them when their employer nearly dented the table, he did focus his full attention on the commander.  He fell silent and didn't comment again.  In the end glad that the commander had calmed them down a bit, it made it easier to focus on being a professional.<br/><br/>Darion didn't even need to ask any questions himself, as listening to the ones that all the others were asking it sounded like they were covering most all the points.   At the explanation as to why it was freelancers like himself instead of active military strike to save this queen, all he could think was<span style="color: seagreen"><i>‘Damn Politicians.  Any military man would see the benefit of keeping the queen away from those tentacle beasts.’</i></span>Though now that he thought about it, the way Trixi acted, he wandered if she wouldn't throw her self at the Kryslin.  The one thing he was lucky with was that they would just kill him instead of anything else.<br/><br/>The ship that was explained to them that they would get for arriving at this mission actually made him whistle a bit, and the blank expression on his face changed to one of surprise.<span style="color: seagreen">“Those things are pretty valuable, and your just letting freelancers use one?”</span>he asked before he could stop himself, why would they trust freelancers not to make away with that ship at first chance?   Though he did glance back at the women in the room, and made a mental note to lock his quarters when he went to sleep.<br/><br/>After their employer’s little speech, Darion thought about it for a moment, then tallied up his ammo that he carried against the expected humbers of enemies.  20 Zax crew would have likely been able to reduce those invader numbers by… at least equal numbers, if not by at least half.<span style="color: seagreen">“I accept the mission.  Always enjoy killing some Kryslin bastards.”</span>Darion stated, though he paused before asking a question.<span style="color: seagreen">“Will the Excharch have any stock of ammo for us?  I am pretty sure you don’t want any of the Kryslin alive so my non-lethal arms will be useless.   I don’t have the money to buy much more.  I would love to have some dragonfire rounds for use in this mission.  Also, can I get a download of those schematics for display on my HUD?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>