<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/2a/7b/062a7b89e65aade4f736c10f2702987c.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Galeaus Centuri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962427#msg15962427)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Council Spectre<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>Heavy Turian Armour, Orange-and-Black, without Helmet.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>The Corvidae; Long-Range Comms --> Hanger<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Intro-post<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>The Citadel Councillors --><em>The Crew</em><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"<strong>Yes, I understand Councillor Tevos but-</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>No time for butts, Galeaus.</strong>" A masculine voice breaks through, deep and forceful without ever raising above a casual conversation's timbre. "<strong>You accepted this task, now see it through.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>As my colleague says, Spectre. You must understand the necessity for a quick conclusion. This contact...</strong>" A Female voice spoke, softly as if trying to maintain the peace.<br/><br/>"<strong>...Doctor Samantha Adams.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>...Doctor Adams may have done well to contain what she can, but we cannot risk infection spreading.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>And there won't be.</strong>" The first voice intoned. Similar to the interrupting male voice, but with a tone growing sharper by the second. He was getting agitated, and annoyed. "<strong>I've contacted the Patriarch of Pheobus. We're of one mind on how to proceed.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>You can't mean-</strong>" The female voice began.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yes, I can. I'm briefing the crew in ten minutes. Anyone who doesn't consent will be put on a shuttle to the Armada blockading the moon.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>This is risky, Spectre. Are you sure it's the right path?</strong>" A third voice joins the conversation, contrarian and soft.<br/><br/>"<strong>I am, Councillor Valern. This is the best chance we have to discover what's happened. Eradication might be the quickest path, but it risks removing evidence of what has happened here. You're the one who highlighted that there was no record of a pathogen that could have this effect at Pandora's Hope. The Non-Zero percent chance of this being part of the attack simply <em>must</em> be investigated.</strong>"<br/><br/>A pregnant pause, followed by a grumble from the first masculine voice. "<strong>You're a bleeding hearted fool. Rationalise it all you want, we both know that's the truth.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>At least one Turian here has to have a heart, Sparatus.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>How dare y-</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>We're done here; signing off. You know how to reach me.</strong>" And with that, the brief sound of static broke as the Extranet connection was severed. The Corvidae's long distance communication's room was rendered silent, except for a slow, deliberate clicking. The talon of the Turian tapped against the console, frustration mixed with a cocktail of a dozen other emotions. This was a deep risk, but he thought it was the right thing to do. Now he just needed to confirm that he was correct. Luckily, his crew was made up of people as foolhardy, righteous, or suicidal as he was, so he doubted he'd lose many when he made the announcement to come.<br/><br/>...Spirits, he still had to make this announcement.<br/><br/>With a swift stroke, the tapping talon moved up to an Omnitool. With a few strokes, he'd put the message out to every personnel who worked on the Corvidae.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Meet in the Hanger in five minutes. Final Briefing to be given on our next assignment.</span></span></em></div><br/><br/><br/>The Hanger in question was an open and vacuous space, easily able to hold the few dozen people who kept<em>The Corvidae</em>operational. Everything from Pilots, to medics, to the various combat assets were able to comfortably fit within the Turian frigate's cavernous centre. The older hands might note that several of the sub-vessels that normally sat inside this cavern were cleared out. It wasn't unusual for the Spectre to store them aboard the Citadel when they weren't needed, and there was little use for a giant All-Terrain Vehicle in the middle of a multi-story super-city. A few vehicles remained, but not many. They had been sacrificed for raw space.<br/><br/>The Turian himself stood at one end of the ship, obviously anxious in the way he stood. Galeaus was a tall creature, standing at around 6'6 when he was straight and at attention. The sharp, angular features of his face were almost highlighted by the lack of facial markings, and there was a certain tightness in the way his arms crossed behind his back. A tension in his shoulders that made it clear he was not at ease anymore. This version of the Corvidae's captain was fully on the clock, and fully focused on what was to come. He waited an extra minute, and to make sure all of his regular crew members were present. This was a message not to be missed.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat, the flaring of blue mandibles showed glints of sharp teeth underneath, and a sort of uncomfortable grimace. It was like the words in his mouth were bitter, and unpleasant, even as he conjured them forth. "<strong>I'm not here to lie to you all; This mission will be difficult.</strong>" He paused, making sure any chatter died down as he started speaking in full. "<strong>To give you the full picture, I'll go over everything old and new. There is an infection of some sorts on the surface. Frankly, we know very little about it. It is virulent, it is dangerous, and it is potentially lethal. Additionally, we know that it started to spread immediately after a terrorist attack - Several, technically speaking-  but specifically after an attack on the Alliance-Citadel facility of Pandora's Hope. This leaves...a lot of possibilities.</strong>" He trusted his crew to be smart enough to pick up on the complexity of the situation. Perhaps it was his own ego, but he didn't hire stupid people.  "<strong>The Council was keen to use us as a simple kill-team. Wipe and eradicate as many of the infected as possible, burn down as much of Pandora's Hope as needed, and get things running again ASAP. I think that's a stupid idea, and told them as much. Instead, we'll be rendezvousing with an asset on the surface.</strong>" With that, he paused and brought up an image on his Omnitool. Within a moment, everyone was shown a picture of the 'asset. (https://i.imgur.com/9yzewHb.jpg)'<br/><br/>"<strong>This is Doctor Samantha Adams. She has been able to bring together a group of mercenaries on the ground and secure a hanger. We'll be using it as an LZ and beginning our operations there. The Patriarch of Phoebus has set up a blockade around the planet to keep the infection trapped on Daphne IV and on Enlil. I agree with the decision, which means that we'll be willingly grounding ourselves once we land. Absolutely Zero Evac until the mission is done, and if we haven't found a cure, we'll be in isolation for as long as it takes to ensure the disease hasn't taken hold. Anyone who objects to landing planetside to assist with this mission will be given the chance to board a shuttle onto the Patriarch's Flagship, and evacuated back to the Citadel at the Patriarch's earliest convenience.</strong>" He let his words settle over the group for a solid dozen breaths. Just as the murmurs began, he continued. "<strong>Our mission is going to be complicated. We're walking in as close to blind as I'd ever accept, but the gist of it is this. We are to land on Enlil, secure the LZ established by Doctor Adams and her mercenaries, and begin operations to discover what happened. We need to discover three facts: Who was behind the attacks, how did this virus spread so rapidly, and can it be cured. Worst comes to worst, we'll have to evacuate any VIPs from Enlil and scorch it. Hopefully, it won't come to that.</strong>"<br/><br/>With a sigh, the tension eased slightly out of the Turian's features. He looked around the room, glad to see there hadn't been a mass exodus...yet. Sometimes all it took for the dam to burst was a single crack.<br/><br/>"<strong>Does anyone have any questions?</strong>"