<hr/><strong>NPCs:</strong>Cato Lacres<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilant Shuttle Bay<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Stephen and Veyle<br/><hr/>"<strong>Don't test my patience, Mr Grayson. There is precious little of it. Just keep to common sense and courtesy and I'll never even touch you.</strong>"<br/><br/>He knew that tone. It was one too many humans shared. At least the girl knew well to not say anything unless there was something important. He could see it in her eyes though. She had precious little of that patience as well. With mandibles flared Cato turned around and left the two in the shuttle bay. He wanted nothing more than a moment of sleep and a day without inter-species trouble. Fera enjoyed the diversity, but Cato was the one picking up the shit after it all. Cramming all these different races into the same ship was a nightmare of petty conflicts and brawls.<br/><br/>"You want us to keep them under watch, Sir?"<br/><br/>"<strong>No reason to provoke them further. Just report it to me if you see them outside that bay before they have met with Fera. I suspect she wants a talk with all the biotics...</strong>"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>NPCs:</strong>Fera Lacres<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilant Bridge<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Fera was yawning viciously as she sat on the commander's seat of the Vigilant, rambling through the take off procedures with a dull tone of someone protesting the boredom of existence. She would have pushed it onto Foresythe as usual if he hadn't been absent since they welcomed the new additions to the Spectre's extensive crew. As such she was now forced to handle it herself. She knew it by default, but that didn't make it anymore exciting. Once the last of it was done and the Vigilant was beginning its departure she reached over to the comm-system to give her usual rousing speech over the ship.<br/><br/>"Departing for Fulci Phi. Over and out."<br/><br/>Silently congratulating herself for another pathos-filled delivery she next turned to her console and began drafting a private message to some of her new arrivals.<br/><br/>"<em>Need to discuss a private matter. Meeting in an hour at my office. -Fera</em>"<br/><br/>Nodding again in satisfaction she sent it off to the omni-tools of Iliarya, Nel'Taan and Ledra. Standing up she left command to the navigator and strode back to her office to prepare some paper work for today's meetings.