<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/2a/7b/062a7b89e65aade4f736c10f2702987c.jpg)</div><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,<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Docking Bay Victor 12 Entrance<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Finishing off the Asari.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Samantha Adams, Drax, Corvidae Crew,<em><strong>Everyone</strong></em>.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Galeaus was, for the most part, content with how things went down. Upon the landing of the Corvidae, most people ceased their fighting. The majority of the potential threats seemed to shrink, and shirk from the idea of facing down a Spectre and his fully armed ship and crew. Most probably saw the flight-worthy ship as their first chance of escape in a very long week.<br/><br/>Most, but not all.<br/><br/>Iraya made attempts to throw her greatest biotic blast at the Spectre and his flock, and it caused Galeaus to enter a hunter's stance. He was springing towards the nearest wall and already sprinting forward before Viella even attempted her biotic defence, as well as a plea for the foolish young Asari's life. The Turian moved quickly, lithe muscles and expert training giving him a sprinter's pace. A ricochet of shots from the right had the predatory tilt of his birdlike neck fix on a Batarian for a second; one who'd fired on the Asari and then promptly dropped his gun. He made a mental note of the man's face, but returned his focus on the Asari, who'd been shot. Most of the small burst was absorbed by the biotic prowess of Iraya, who had shielded all but two of the bullets, which ripped holes through her shoulder and between a pair of ribs.<br/><br/>A gasp of pain from the Asari caused any chance of her matching biotic powers with Viella to stop, and within a handful of seconds the downed Merc would look up to see a barrel of an Assault Rifle pressed against her forehead. She'd tumbled to the ground as a result Jarv's burst, which the Turian pounced on. With a glance, the man had identified Iraya as what she was; a firebrand who had united dissident forces against the Prime Asset. She was a threat. More importantly, she was an example.<br/><br/>“Fu-” The Asari began to speak, before a single shot rang through the courtyard. It was a clean end to the already downed Merc, who had no Shields or Biotics to protect her from the slug.<br/><br/>“Fuck me, yeah. Sure.”  Rolling his eyes, Galeaus then pulled his Omnitool up to his mouth, syncing the microphone within his suit's helmet with the systems of the Corvidae. Every Omnitool would be broadcast his message, loud enough to hear but not so blatant as to attract every single Diseased Unfortunate outside of the camp.<br/><br/>“<strong>Captain Galeaus speaking. Everyone except Samantha and the loud Krogan is to report in a line in front of the ship. You'll be divided into three groups by the Good Doctor based on your actions earlier, and either offered a job and a shower, a room to quarantine in aboard my ship, or a spot in the brig. Failure to comply will lead to...well...</strong>” He gestured towards the corpse of Iraya – The first and last example he hoped he would have to make. “<strong>Once we've dealt with you all, we will be setting up a base camp here. Please answer the questions of my crew if they ask them.</strong>”<br/><br/>He switched the frequency of his Omnitool to only broadcast to Viella and Mischa next, relaying a simple message to them. “Try to mingle and calm some people's nerves while I have a chat with the Primary Asset. Mischa, don't punch the Batarian yet; That's an order.”<br/><br/>With that done, Gale made a beeline towards Samantha and Drack. While passing Jarv, there was an uncomfortable second where the Turian passed the Batarian, staring at the man who had walked along a razor's edge with his stunt, before he shook his head trying to decide whether to scowl or smirk at him. He stood in front of the Krogan and the Doctor with very little pomp, only holstering his assault rifle once he'd gotten a chance to stare at the woman's face and confirm she matched her file's picture. Sure, a bit dirtier and more haggard, but still the same woman.<br/><br/>“Doctor Samantha Adams, I assume? And your Krogan protector.” He briefly looked at Drack, before nodding his head. “You did good work. This mission wouldn't likely be possible without this woman.” It was a matter of fact sort of thanks, but at least to Galeaus, there was no bad blood felt towards Krogans. Once-conquered enemies of his father's fathers; nothing more. His attention flicked back down to the shorter woman. One moment, he'd been forced to crane his neck up, and the next, craning it low. “It's good to meet you properly. We have a lot to discuss.” And then...<br/><br/>and then he turned and walked towards the ship's open doorway, wordlessly beckoning for the pair to follow. It was a slightly raised platform now, with the ship fully landed. More importantly, it was where the various mercs, civilians, scientists, and gathered abandoned would be sorting themselves into a huddle, ready to be sorted. “You can leave and speak with your 'Sister' if you like, mercenary. I already have you pegged as part of group A.” He spoke over his shoulder, not slowing down as he spoke. “Or don't. I'm not your boss yet.”