<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ZRoDUdc.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong> Asari Councilor, Tevos Araeus<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob Sinclair<br/></div></td><td>     </td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/2ldSuQB.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong> Salarian Councilor, Tus Penin<br/><br/></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><br/>The councilor Tus Penin had both hands neatly folded behind him, keeping him balanced as he rocked back and forth on his feet, humming a catchy tune that wouldn’t leave his head. It wasn’t from any specific source; not an Asari poem, a turian ballad, or even the fresh soundwave that the human race had so recently introduced. It came from his heart, it pulled his mouth upward into a smile, and while the music was a joy for the old Salarian, what brought him true<em>delight</em>was the uneasy glances and nervous attention cast his way.<br/><br/>Authority had that effect on people, creating a guilty cloud that fuzzed their minds and made them think ridiculous questions. ‘Is he here for me?’ ‘Did I do something wrong?’ No doubt these civilians were playing in their minds every small discrepancies and misdemeanor that filled them with guilt. It amused him. Penin was getting old. He was 37 in fact, and even though the frantic buzz of activity and his music left him smiling, his mind wandered to the days of his youth, and the adventures he lived through which ultimately brought him here as their councilor.<br/><br/>“You’re a sentimentalist,” Tevos spoke, chiming in with her own thoughts from behind him. The Asari joined the Salarian, and for a time they both stood by watching the crew shuffle around with last-minute adjustments. “Thinking back on the ‘good ol’ days?”<br/><br/>“Delighting in the added productivity with our presence. That Asari over there tripped over her feet when she saw me watching. Blushed the loveliest shade of red as I winked at her.”<br/><br/>“And causing her to trip and stumble leads to added productivity, how?”<br/><br/>“Determination and pride. She was embarrassed. Doubled her load next time. Was more careful where she was stepping. See? Since we were notices, it has shaved off six percent of expected time to load the spacecraft.”<br/><br/>The corner of Tevos’ lips tugged upward, but she didn’t give in to the smile that sat so freely on the Salarian’s face. Instead, she left his side to approach the loading bay, eyes scanning until they landed on the human she was looking for. She spoke to Sinclair directly.<br/><br/>“You'll be away from friendly docks for some time; do you have everything you need? Is everything in order?"<br/>