<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>Talk to me, Doc.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sam.<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>He had expected the coldness, but he was surprised by the brief look of...recognition that came with his unveiling? He wasn't expecting a human to understand the significance of his lack of markings, but then she was a Xeno-biologist. Perhaps her understanding of the mechanisms behind the other races in the Universe came with an attached desire to know more about the inner mechanisms too. It was pleasant that she didn't ask too many questions about it, at least. He wasn't sure he'd be professional enough to not be cranky when talking about the shitshow that came with that story.<br/><br/>"How much did you offer to pay each of your mercs? I'll wire the credits so you can settle your debts, and then we can start working out a rota for patrols. Mischa and Viella are fresh enough to man a watch immediately, and I have a couple of security officers aboard my ship who can patrol and play tourguide to your people...Get them starting to recuperate. Does the Krogan speak for you? Are you vouching for the trigger happy Batarian, and this 'Luus'?" He glanced behind her to look at the gathering mess of people at the ship's entrance, unaware who or even what Luus was. Already there was the start of some groups forming; a few of the more cowardly dissidents having realised their time was up when the Krogan had called out that he knew their faces. Some would push it, but the big scary Cyborg and the Asari who had effortlessly blocked the Big-Hitter's biotic attack would probably do enough to dissuade them from doing anything too stupid. He caught sight of the woman giving Mischa shit, and frowned. "What about the lippy human? The one shouting something about a sex-bot? She has dumb Merc energy."<br/><br/>He took a moment to stretch his arm above his shoulder, loosening up for what he hoped would be the last push before he got some shut-eye himself. He could do with being rested himself for when shit hit the fan in, what seemed like, a day or two. "Pick out your squad, then I'll go tell people where they can sleep, and<em>then</em>I can get the rest of my crew on board the Corvidae to start setting up some provisional work areas. A light field-lap, some cots, maybe a communal eating area. We've got enough supplies to get people a night's rest and a full stomach...and showers. I meant it when I said you all need showers."