Name: Stephen Grayson<br/>Location: Shuttle bay, Vigilant<br/>Tags: Everyone,  Fera Lacres<br/><hr/><br/>The opportunistic, charming smile of a practiced business man soon faded to the stone set face of a man who was being ignored when it seemed that the only figures that were grabbing attention either stood in a group of 3 relics or happened to be an outraged Turian. Even upon learned that the old man who had incited the rage within the Turian soldier went by the name Gregory Foresythe, Stephen felt nothing but disinterest. It was clear that the man was, or had been a big shot in the Alliance, and that he'd been heavily involved in the Turian wars: yet Stephen was not, nor had he ever been, an Alliance man.<br/><br/>He'd been called a lot of things in his life in fact; Opportunistic, Ruthless, profiteering and selfish and cold. In that regard, he shouldn't have been even slightly interested in a mission that was all about risking his life 'for the security of Citadel Space and the safety of people.' You could lob a rock inside an Alliance barracks and be able to hit half a dozen hero types: The playboy Marines who dream of combat and fantasize about killing, without the balls to get involved in it. Stephen was far more realistic than that. He sought few things in life; contentment, profit and just a few secrets that needed solving.<br/><br/>And yet why did his heart race at the prospect before him? Why did the prospect of risking himself for what seemed like charity and without being properly informed entice him? What inspired his desire for inclusion; perhaps it was seeing one of the few people in his life who he'd not have trouble calling friend preparing to enter the same adventure, perhaps it was the metallic clang of the woman who's fingers danced and created a metallic tune that was unmistakably made by a prosthetic, perhaps it was simply the fact that he was surrounded by a group of individuals who were potentially as talented and skilled as himself. Either way, Stephen felt an excitement in his heart that shocked him.<br/><br/>“I’m going to need to make a couple calls, if I’m expected to leave for such a long stint: As well as getting my gear delivered. Can we belay the shuttle leaving by two minutes?” He directed his questions at the Turian woman, already having forgotten the names and the apparent importance of the other two who formed the trio.<br/><br/>Looking around at the group, once again locking eyes with the Asari Iliarya Maveptis, Stephen let out a little smirk. Not the normal, faked smile that he wore like a common mask, to hide the core of his character, but a genuine smile: One that shared just a hint of his excitement.<br/><br/>“I look forward to working with you all.”<br/><br/>With that, the man seemed to turn away, speaking words to no one in particular: with the only words that could fully be heard being ‘Wayland’ and ‘Alice’ then, as if of its own accord, an Omnitool seemed to envelop his left hand, dialling the number for whichever man Stephen believed was supposed to be able to deliver all of the mercenary’s required gear in two minutes.<br/>