<strong>---Admiral Raglan Lordson---</strong><br/><br/>Raglan sauntered back into the room, looking over some files he had printed off, he was making sure he knew who was who and what was what. Raglan was also interested to see how the Captain handled the debriefing.<br/><br/>His gaze wandered around the room, perhaps lingering a little longer on the woman he now knew as Lena Marani, than on anyone else, but little could be read from this momentary pause and he soon continued his glance around the room, checking and noting those who had made it through. Less than one percent of the pods had malfunctioned this trip. Acceptable losses... as long as you weren't in the one percent of course.<br/><br/>He overheard Ms Marani talking about a knowledge of plants and Languages... most interesting. As a new colony it was important to take control of the vital black market income sources as soon as possible. Brothels, gambling and drugs. He would make sure to be getting his cut from them all. A skilled herbalist and botanist however would make a fine asset, perhaps even be capable of finding some new drug on 'New Venturi' that could be 'sold' to the manual labourers who would be shouldering the weight of constructing most of the homes and buildings.<br/><br/>Equally important was her knowledge of languages. It always helped to have a translator around, it was good for business being able to sell to and deal with anyone, regardless of their planet of origin.<br/><br/>The Captain seemed to have an excellent grasp of the situation, already calling back some foolish woman who was already looking to be a rule breaker. Insolence and anything he deemed to be 'behaviour counter productive to the well being of the colony' would of course be dealt with quite harshly, especially for anyone that 'took his fancy'.<br/><br/>Raglan expected he would be interrogating someone within the week for some infraction or another. Imagined, real or invented.<br/><br/>"That's good progress so far Captain." he said, addressing the man. "When the briefing is completed please come to my office, say 0900 hours." he said the words flatly and matter of factly.<br/><br/>He then walked over to where Ms Marani was located, talking to some short but cute civilian. "Sorry to interrupt,"  said Raglan, in a tone that suggested he really wasn't apologetic about it at all. "Ms Marani isn't it? When the Captain has finished with the debriefing I'd like to see you in my office." he said with a flat and emotionless delivery, double checking the files he carried as he did so, his gaze flitting across her face and her perfect lips, his eyes hidden behind his dark shades. He didn't wait for a response before sauntering off again, checking between his files and the faces around the room, he wasn't used to having to repeat his orders. Raglan had been in too many battles and too many wars to even consider that someone would ignore or refuse a request, in the Navy requests were actually orders and refusing an order meant death.<br/><br/>Of course he would tolerate the odd misunderstanding from civilians.<br/><br/>For now.