<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>Enlil Hanger<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Walk with me, Doc.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sam, Drack.<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Thoughts moved through Galeaus' head as he tried to start piecing together the base and what could be done with it. Perhaps a triage centre in the left corner? An emergency armoury in the back right? They'd need to strengthen the walls, and maybe set up a more rigorous patrol? It would be good if they could start making an actual bastion out of this location. Somewhere survivors would be able to flock to, and a place to repel attacks from whatever creatures were spawned by this virus. Was it fair to call it a virus? He would need to a-<br/><br/>“What?” He said, recoiling partially in surprise as he turned to see Samantha grasping at his arm. He let himself settle as she started to talk, shrugging his arm in an attempt to free himself from her grasp. He had no doubt he could brute force himself free, but it would be a poor show if he assaulted a doctor he'd supposedly came to rescue within the first five minutes of meeting her.<br/><br/>She questioned his silence, and he paused for a second. Drack spoke too, trying to vouch for others in the crowd. At least the Krogan was a sensible enough sort. Perhaps a touch on the impertinent side, but most Krogans were. “I've spent the last seven hours gathering an emergency crew. Before that, about twenty earning the right to try and save Enlil, as opposed to glassing it from Orbit, as the Council both wanted, and insisted upon for nearly two-goddamn-days.” His voice was quiet enough that only Samantha and Drack would be able to hear him. “Would knowing that the person gently prickling you for information was a Spectre have helped you? Or would it have made you panic? Maybe it would have made you exaggerate, or bluster. Sadly,<em>Miss Adams</em>...” The woman's name was spoken through gritted teeth, to emphasise the frustration and, truthfully, exhaustion in the Spectre's voice. “...I don't know you. I can't even fully trust you yet. The Council hasn't even fully brought out of the idea that you were the one who spread this Virus. Took me four hours talking in circles with that ass Valern before h-”<br/><br/>He inhaled, then exhaled; censoring himself with his own lung's motions. The slow, singular breath was cleansing. It helped him centre himself and return to the professional that he was meant to be. “As for you, Drack. I appreciate your vouches, and your loyalty, but as I understand it your kid here is broke.” He glanced down at Samantha, somehow looking smug despite a face obscured by a mask. “Thankfully, as a Spectre that is something I can help with. Once Miss Adams has picked out her trusted team, I can wire her enough funds to pay you off, and potentially extend your contract for two weeks.” He knew the Krogan was going to be a minor problem, but most things in the mercenary world could be solved with money and influence. Spectres got both of those for free. "If she is willing to work with me, I'm sure she can keep a team of morally dubious guns-for-hire near my ship. Even the ones who ignore a direct order from the people with superior firepower to not do anything rash, like shoot a live weapon in the middle of a tense landing." No points for guessing which four-eyed man Galeaus was talking about there.<br/><br/>It was about that point that the Krogan offered up his supposed 'Kid' so he could go and play catch-up.<br/><br/>Typical.<br/><br/>With Drack going off to find Viella, Galeaus nodded towards an upturned crate out of the way for Samantha to potentially follow him. Whether she was immediately willing or not, he eventually sat himself on the box and stared at the woman; likely close to as tall sitting down as she was standing. “Let's start with the Virus. How is it spread? I assume it isn't airborne, or passed on by saliva. Do you have much that's concrete yet, or are you planning to be grumpy at me some more?”