<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nel’Taan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fera’s Office<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Fera<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As he heard himself be referred to as “Captain,” Nel relaxed his posture. It was a relief to have a captain now that at least understood some form of honor and respect, especially for someone of a race that was taboo and unwelcome to most of the rest of the galaxy. He stepped in easily and took a seat, the middle one. In all his time among naval military personnel he knew never to turn down an opportunity to show his superior officer his worth, either by his actions or plain boldness and confidence in his abilities.<br/><br/>“I do, I’ll try not to take up too  much of your time,” he started saying as he kept his back straight and posture formal while seated, the lights of his eyes meeting intently with her own. “I’m requesting permission to take a position aboard the ship. Preferably in the armory. Firearms and explosives are my craft.”<br/><br/>“As you probably know, I spent several years of my life as a mercenary. I’ve seen everything there is to see… well maybe except that giant hammer on your wall there,” he continued and chuckled slightly as he gazed at it. His fingers interloped each other as his hands formed a ball and he leaned his forearms on the edge of her desk, leaning forward slightly and waiting for a reply. Regardless of whether it was a yes or no, Nel would accept it without question and leave the office to wait for the other two to arrive, and the meeting to begin.<br/>