<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V7Vo3Hr.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Nianna T'Rini (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15969518#msg15969518)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Yeoman / Infiltrator-assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Yeoman’s uniform (https://i.imgur.com/pYGQrPu.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><em>Corvidae </em>hangar<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Pick-me-up<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Galeaus + Crew<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Nianna's face was in a mock-pout. “Suit yourselves”, she said to the crew members who (quite expectedly) turned down her offer of a drink right before landing. Nianna hadn't been expecting most of them to accept the offer, of course. Her real intention - apart from maybe getting the crew to relax a bit - had been just to see the reactions. In Nianna’s experience, most people can’t help but reveal their true character in the face of liquor.<br/><br/>Which is why Mischa simply turning away from her in grumpy silence made Nianna raise an eyebrow. Not the reaction she had been expecting. And yet, definitely quite informative of Mischa’s character nonetheless. She would need a different approach to get to know the aloof human, it seemed.<br/><br/>Nianna did her rounds around the ship, checking in with various crewmates and serving drinks to who few would accept them now. Finally, she found herself looking out the window. The star-filled, boundless sky of outer space – a sight she could never get tired of.<br/><br/>Nianna thought of Galeaus’ final words.<em>”No-one will remember our names in a week, and we won't get paid enough, but the galaxy will get to sleep sound at night.”</em>Brutally honest, as the captain often could be! But for Nianna, those words had made her think about the mission for the first time... as in, properly think about the mission, and what they were about to embark on. Unknown virus? Mutations?<em>Zombies?</em>Was there actually a chance Nianna herself might not return? How did she feel about that?<br/><br/>Nianna stared into the void of space in thought. Then, a smile appeared on her face. How did she feel? She wouldn’t miss it for the world!<br/><br/>With that thought, Nianna headed back to the hangar to suit up. She found her locker, checked all her gear –<em>I probably ought to take the shotgun, just in case</em>– and carefully folded her uniform, before starting to put on her light Assassin armor.<br/><br/>Nianna was halfway suited up when she noticed Galeaus over on his own weapons locker. A quick decision, and she walked up to him with a smile.<br/><br/>“Zip me up, Captain?”<br/><br/>Before Galeaus could respond, Nianna had already lifted her arms up in the air and turned her back to him, to allow him to tighten up the straps of her armor harness. She could do that herself, of course; but it was a little bit annoying... and, obviously, the whole thing had really just been Nianna’s way to approach Galeaus.<br/><br/>“Quite the speech you gave, Captain”, Nianna said softly, more quietly. “Don’t worry about the crew. They’re all right, they’ll follow you anywhere. And whatever I can do to help down there… or anywhere… do let me know, okay?”<br/><br/>“More importantly…” There was now what seemed like genuine concern in Nianna's voice and her eyes as she turned to look at Galeaus.  “How are<em>you</em>feeling? You know, about the mission, and what we're going to do down there. You tell the crew they have a choice to stay out if they want to, but do<em>you</em>have a choice?”<br/><br/>Then, back to her smiling self again. “After all, my job here is the crew’s well-being – and<em>your</em>well-being even more so!”