Name: Callius Thyron<br/>Location: Briefing room<br/>Tags: Open<br/><hr/>When Fera mentioned her brother, Callius chuckled a bit. He could imagine what that person would see as disciplinarian action and it was not pretty, what disturbed Callius about those thoughts was less of the gore, but that he didn't imagine himself to be the first to get to know it. Actually he kinda felt bad for the two humans. Hopefully Cato had experience with humans...they are squishy and can't take as much abuse as a turian and still walk, then again...so did salarians and it was likely he fought with them now and then.<br/><br/>That aside he didn't gain all too much inside from what he heard. Other than that the Quarian was a spoilsport and he seemed to be crowded by people that can crush things with their mind. Both seemed like a good thing though, if someone didn't threaten Callius constantly, he most likely would not even remember the rules and biotics where always helpful.<br/><br/>Callius slowly got up. Not quite sure if that was really all, usually people around him ended their speeches with "and don't blow anything up", then again...Fera allready threatened everyone with the airlock, so he could label it a different leadership style and accept it. However the Mission was still a bit of a mystery to him. He didn't even think that much of enhancing was possible. Now he had to fight something that was a half turian robot abomination...a dead half turian robot abomination. He looked around the room and addressed the world in general.<br/><br/>"I don't know about you, but the whole story about organics enhancing themselves until they're basicly synthetics and dead warlords returning seems kind of disturbing to me... So i think i'll get drunk enough that i won't feel whatever punishment they'll deal for drinking on duty." Callius made a pause in which he realized that he basicly invited Fera and Cato to stop him from it. "If anyone has questions to me he should do so quickly, else you're wellcome to join me...I always have some none dextro based alcohol on me for interogations."<br/><br/>With that Callius left the room and headed for the shuttle bay.<br/><br/><br/>Location: Shuttle bay<br/><hr/>To his surprise Callius discovered all of the stuff he requested to be transfered already delivered into the shuttle bay, which in turn would make settling in a piece of cake, seeing how much time he'll most likely have before starting clearance. However Callius didn't have to much to begin with. Some equipment and two pieces of luggage.<br/><br/>Callius quickly sorted things, by putting a camp bed in th dark corner he picked a while ago and put the luggage below. As such he could invest the rest of the time sensibly, however he didn't. Not too long until he sat down with a bottle of booze in his hand and some unopened bottles across from him. However he seemed to wait on something before taking the first sip, his mind still raced. Just what in the world was he doing here? He used to work alone, were his skills even of use in a group? On top of that most of the additional crew was bound to hate him for his tantrum at Grayson, so he could neither rule out someone ruining his stealth, nor getting shot in the back...<em>All the while fighting someone who can't but may possibly exist...great.</em>