<hr/><strong>NPCs:</strong>Fera Lacres<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilant Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Leaving<br/><hr/>Fera looked back at Alice and Raven with the patient face of a mother surrounded by inquiring children. It was a bit amusing how humans tended to complicate things for themselves when given direct and clear instructions or information.<br/><br/>"The Fascista is a rather unique human colony in that its constitutions embrace and race and gives all equal rights and duties. In this case both humans and<em>aliens</em>are subject to the same scrutiny and discrimination as some would say. As for your concerns, Lieutenant, are you willing to try their boundries?"<br/><br/>She gave the duo an amused smile and turned, making her way towards the bridge before anyone else could ask her a question. If they were curious about anything, they could turn to her office after take-off.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>NPCs:</strong>Cato Lacres<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilant Corridors<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Stephen and Veyle<br/><hr/>Cato wasn't a racist. He didn't discriminate. He despised everyone, no matter what race they belonged to, until they had proved themselves to him. There were only a few he trusted, even fewer he could<em>really</em>trust. Given any circumstance, he was more likely to be passively hostile than pleasant. If anyone was stupid enough to come with snippy remarks or, gods help them, trying to stick it to him, the reaction was far more likely violent than anything else. Fera and Gregory knew he had a soft side, they knew that something was eating at him from the inside. But he never let anyone in. It was far easier to take a stimulant pack and forget about the problems for an afternoon down at the firing range with his companions in the strike force.<br/><br/>"<em>We are in vicinity, sir. Want us to take them in.</em>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Just a moment, I'm almost there.</strong>"<br/><br/>Biotics. Why Fera had insisted on hiring on so many of them, he didn't know. As far as he knew, they were trouble even if they could handle themselves. He had pointed out the inherent problem of bringing Veyle Holden on the mission. She was compromised to Casca, even if the Council assured she had been reschooled. Didn't help that the one responsible for that same reschooling was J'alara, once-lover of the same. It was a joke, had to be. She was barely out of the nest and Fera wanted to put her on the line of a Spectre-mission? As he rounded the last corner and joined up with the security forces, mostly turians and a human and salarian, he ordered for them to follow his lead as he stepped around the corner. The devastation was lackluster at best, the equipment were mostly undamaged, save for some monitors and readers. But as the sec-team had noted, the security cameras were broken. Stephen and Veyle sat next to each other on the ground as he approached, another security team approaching from the other side of the corridor, weapons ready but not raised.<br/><br/>"<strong>Mr Grayson, Ms Veyle. I would appreciate if you don't go around vandalizing my sister's ship while you are a guest on board. Furthermore I will have to restrict your use of biotics for the remainder of the trip and have you contained at your quarters until Fera has gotten a word with each of you regarding this incident.</strong>" Cato was uncharacteristically cool about it, even keeping his tone level. "<strong>If you disapprove of any of this or resist, I will be happy to beat the living snot out of the both of you with a shock gauntlet and bunt you into the brig.</strong>" His eyes hardened and he gave both a look that dared them to try his patience. Truth was that what he said was probably milder than what he would actually do. Insubordination and lack of discipline was punished severely if Cato Lacres caught you in the act.<br/><br/>"<strong>So, will you please stand up and allow me to escort you to the shuttle bay. You can continue your little chat there.</strong>"