<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 and Iliarya<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The solemn Quarian watched as the Asari entered the room. They were an intriguing race for a great number of reasons to Nel, but he didn’t make a habit of conversing with the other races during his time on the Citadel unless it was a strict necessity. He had been accosted by more than one Asari at security checkpoints and behind secretary desks during his stay there, so his opinion of the ones he had met wasn’t high. Yet it was still higher than that of the Turians and Salarians, both races that seemed to love holding a grudge against him for what he was. Humans were the wild card in it all, Nel had never been around that many of them, but they seemed to be a race that diverged wildly between the extremist xenophobes, and the more accepting types.<br/><br/>Nel eyed Iliarya for a short moment as she sat next to him, then focused his attention forward towards Fera. He found himself a little surprised by what she was proposing, and relieved. This would almost immediately give Nel a position of influence aboard the ship, keep him occupied, and take Fera’s hotheaded brother out of the position, a situation he could already see may end violently.<br/><br/>“I’m honored and accept the responsibility, captain,”  Nel responded to Fera after a few fleeting moments of silence. Head of a security team, there were much worse places to be assigned aboard the ship. And it would certainly be better than sitting all day, with nothing to do but think upon the past and his mistakes. All of the sudden, he felt eager to go to his post and familiarize himself with his men, but he was also weary of how Cato may react to finding out about being replaced, if he didn’t know already that is. “If it needs to be done, I would like to personally inform Cato of the change in position Captain Fera, with your permission. That is the way of my people.”<br/><br/>“And congratulations Iliarya,”  the Quarian turned his head to the right and said to his squad mate sitting next to him who had just been dubbed as the unofficial doctor aboard the ship, at least it seemed so to the Quarian. Nel didn’t yet know the names of the entire crew, because he hadn’t been socializing with them for the most part. But he did read the names Ledra and Iliarya in the message that Fera had sent out to him, and knew Ledra was the Salarian, which meant Iliarya was the Asari. Strange names, but never the less.<br/><br/>His mind was also beginning to wonder at what Nel could use this “favor” that Fera was offering them. She was a Spectre, there was no doubt she could indeed pull strings. Since being banished from the Flotilla, Nel’s transmission back to it had been completely blocked. He was unable to send messages of any kind back without hitting a wall, even after trying out a few different cracks to get through. Sadly though, that was not Nel’s field of expertise and he failed in his attempts. Maybe Fera could help him find a way to send messages back to his home.