<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>Mischa, Viella, Nianna,<em>The Crew</em><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The brief hubbub was not unexpected. Galeaus did not cultivate a yes-sir mentality on his ship, because he knew the toxicity that came with a yes-sir mentality from his own people's society. People were expected to do their duty, sure; but he was born smart enough and humble enough to know that he wasn't smart enough to know everything. If people offered genuine criticism to a plan, he would adjust. If he was convinced of someone's alternative solution, it was to be considered. Adaptability was a part of what made the Spectres so powerful a force in the Council's galaxy. Being able to shift and flex and bend to suit the situation was as refreshing as it got. It was like taking off a tight belt, or a pair of stiff boots. Knowing that he had that power was a treat...<br/><br/>...But knowing when not to abuse that power was equally important.<br/><br/>Mischa was the first of his major assets to speak up. Sure, every member of the crew was vital or useful, but Mischa was one of his linebackers. The big guy could make things happen, and that was useful. That didn't mean Mischa lacked...baggage, but still. Work around that, and he was useful, if nothing else. His question was about what the Turian had expected, and drew a shrug from the shorter Spectre. “<strong>As always; I get the final say. The Patriarch has allowed this mess to happen on his watch, so he's just hoping we fix it quietly enough so that he keeps his job. If he wants to complain about the ethics, I'll remind him who fucked the cat the first time.</strong>”<br/><br/>Viella spoke next, the Ex-Justicar proving an interesting addition to the crew in the last few months. To say that he had expected to clash with the Asari more was an understatement. He didn't think himself a villain, but he had been forced to be less than heroic in her presence. Never a pleasure, but sometimes a necessity. “<strong>I'm looking for zero casualties from the Corvidae. Anyone who goes past the airlock of this frigate will be expected to wear a filtration helmet. Anyone coming back to the ship will be expected to be scrubbed before they set boots on this vessel. Anyone who attacks you, or risks your lives is to be put down without hesitation. The Asset is considered part of the crew effective immediately once we land. Any of her useful mercs will be assimilated quickly enough, if they are useful.</strong>” He frowned a little, not pleased by the thought but knowing his mind was set. He didn't like trusting mercs, and he wasn't a fan of kill-orders on what was effectively Enlil's civilian population, but that was the cards he'd been dealt. “<strong>This order is liable to change once we know more about the virus, but for now it goes like this. Eliminate any risks, quarantine any potential infections.</strong>” He kept things vague since his brief liaisons with the Asset had been all too uninformative. Mostly it was situation reports, but he had the impression that Samantha might know more about the virus once they were planetside. She'd been at Ground Zero, and had been in Enlil for some two weeks now. If anyone had figured something out by now...<br/><br/>The final voice to add itself to the mix was Nianna's. A few grumbles and looks of concern echoed through the hall as Galeaus took to speaking seriously, but the Asari's naturally bubbly nature made itself useful and calmed people down. She offered drinks, and the Turian had to purse his lips a little to stop himself smirking at the absurdity of it all. “<strong>Thankfully, you'll have access to liquor on the planet. The Corvidae, once we've landed, will act as our home base. Its resources and facilities will be accessible between missions; including whatever mini bar you've stashed away. I'll drink something Dextro-based when we land, and the LZ is secured.</strong>” As charming as Nianna was, she was still his Yeoman hoisted onto him by the Asari councillor. No doubt, it was this young lady's job to be the council's eyes and ears.<br/><br/>“<strong>Shuttles for the Patriarch's vessels will leave in thirty minutes. We land on Enlil in an hour. If you have any personal questions for me, I'll be here.</strong>” Inhaling sharply, the Bird-like Turian seemed to expand and straighten up as he prepared for his last word on the subject. “<strong>Those of you who choose to leave, it has been a pleasure to serve with you. Those who choose to stay; 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 knowing we're stopping whatever Virus, Bio-weapon, or Mutation is ravaging Enlil right now. That's worth something to me, I hope it is to you all as well.</strong>” He smirked a little, before waving a hand at the crew; a  brief 'dismissed' gesture that every person - No matter their race, experience, or background - would understand. For his part, Galeaus walked over to a weapon's locker in the hanger, starting to gather his equipment ready for the mission.