<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nel’Taan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Briefing Room --> The Shuttle Bay --> Fera’s Office<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Fera, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Understood ma’am,” the Quarian simply responded to Fera as she went about her short speech and walked out of the room promptly. She seemed intelligent and capable, even if a bit light handed herself. And seemingly was perfectly fine with laying all disciplinary action on the shoulders of her brother, clearly a hot head and unfit for the responsibility. Maybe it was the family connection, but that concept was foreign to Nel. Among his own people, you got what you earned regardless of where you came from or your bloodline.<br/><br/>Nel broke himself of the distraction however and turned about face at the end of the briefing, exiting the room after nearly everyone else had walked out. His boots clicked along the flooring with a rapid purpose towards the shuttle bay he had been in earlier. Already he had a tiny space picked out for himself, somewhat secluded from where the rest of the crew looked like they would congregate. Once there he kneeled down and began to rummage through his small bag that mostly contained personal effects and some assorted grenades he would keep to himself. They were of a sort that wasn’t technically legal inside Council space, but no one needed to know that until a time came when they would be useful.<br/><br/><em>Incoming Message</em>popped up on his Omni-tool and it came to life. He opened it, and read the transmission sent from his new captain Fera, a meeting in a hour. After making a mental note of the current time, he immediately deleted the message and went back to unpacking his things. Nel had taken the liberty to procure a small metallic end table looking object that sat in a dark corner of the room. Though he wasn’t sure whose it was, but then again didn’t really care. The mission came upon them all so suddenly that he felt he earned a little leeway with such things.<br/><br/>On the table he set down a single digital picture frame. His gloved finger pressed a button on the bottom of it, and it came to life. First, a picture of a young Quarian girl, no older than ten popped up, with her standing at a vast window and countless stars at her back. Her posture seemed to suggest  that she was playfully posing for the photo. A few seconds passed as the picture changed to another shot of the young girl with a different backdrop. This continued several more times before finally a picture of  a planet popped up, blue with brown landmasses not dissimilar to that of Earth but clearly different. It was Rannoch.<br/><br/>After resting for a long while, only sitting back in his place and watching his crewmates drink and converse, something he found ridiculous to allow them to do on the very first day of the mission. What were they even drinking and seemingly celebrating for? But then Nel reminded himself that he was not the captain of this ship, and would have to remember to keep his mouth shut on matters that were not his business. He felt so bored already, he could tell laying around in the Shuttle Bay would eventually drive him mad. A few minutes later, he was on his feet and pacing out of the bay.<br/><br/>“Nel’Taan reporting, requesting an audience prior to our assigned meeting time Captain Lacres,” the Quarian said, buzzing the intercom outside of Fera’s office. Despite being nearly half an hour early, he felt it was better to get this business settled beforehand. He had formulated an idea that could hopefully keep himself busy during the long hours of travel time that could come between missions on this voyage.