<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pAyKbNr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Callius Thyron<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shuttlebay<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Turian Vessels were nothing special for Callius, aside of the fact that it has been some while since the last time he had been on one, still this one was special there was no doubt about it. There was crazy tech here, mostly it was stuff that seemed ineffecient for a war ship though, which explained why Callius had never seen anything like it. This ship must have costed a hell lot of credits, which impressed the turian. He was rarely impressed these days...not since...Callius couldn't remember, maybe he should start a diary?<br/><em>'Dear Diary they are shooting at me AGAIN.' Kinda sounds dumb.</em><br/><br/>Maybe he should have stayed with C-Sec instead of coming here? Interogation's have been rather fun, compared to getting rather wordlessly lead in front of yet another military bigshot. Then again seeing a SpecTRe seemed like a unique chance, if what he heared was true  those were really inspiring and additionally after getting assigned to come here by both Turian military AND C-Sec, he figured he didn't really had a Chance. Also it was nice to wear his light black armor instead of the terrible blue they made him wear at C-Sec.<br/>Staring at the back of their leader Callius wondered how much longer the way would be. Why didn't he at least tell them a little? Maybe a little tour, show them the med bay and the gun battery.<em>...at least that way noone jokes about gun calibrations. Oldest Joke in the whole Hierarchy.</em><br/><br/>Finally they reached...the shuttle bay? At this point the C-Sec Officer officially suspected a practical joke. A shuttle bay really didn't seemed like the place someone would ever get briefed. Just not stopping like he was obviously supposed to Callius walked past the rest of the crew searching a shadowy corner to sit down. His dark armor blended perfectly in the shadows, either that or he was actually using a partial cloak to get out of the center of attention, which however seemed rather pointless as clicking sounds echoed right after he set down. Obviously the Turian used the time to inspect his weapons rather then wait.<br/><br/>There were a lot of humans...that was rather unexpected seeing that the Vessel was Turian and thus the Spectre was presumably one as well. His people didn't particularly like them and it would seem likely that  one would try to evade hiring so many. As for Callius himself, he had no particular dislike against humanity as such, he even sided with humans one and then, worst thing he could say about them was that they were kinda squishy. However the other races still had a better footing in his book, it was just to hard to forget the stories his parents had told him. The person he'd trust most would most likely be the Quarian, since they at least share the  same kind of food. Such things make undetected food poisoning harder.<br/><br/>"So..." Callius tried breaching the awkward silence. "Why would one need so many specialists? Does any off have an idea?"<br/>While he didn't really expect an answer, it allways was a good idea to ask the obvious questions. Either those lead to a banter and by that some kind of closer bonding or people start suspecting one is an idiot and not worth taking the shot to kill him. Also...everything was better then silence. He had enough silence for three lifes.<br/>"I think i have some snacks somewhere if anyone wants...oh yeah...the only one that could eat it is the Quarian, right? Still...want something?"<br/><br/>The sounds only stopped when three people entered. Not because Callius had become attentive and neither before they awakened the spark of authority though. He was rather surprise.<br/>Callius' Scorpion pistol fell to the ground and he jumped to his feet, the claw pointing at the human, Gregory Foresythe. His voice was loud and just as angry as shocked.<br/><br/>"What is this man doing here? This man...it's Gregory Foresythe isn't he? He is responsible for more death Turians than some epidemics. Having him on a Turian vessel is like spitting in the face of those who died during the First Contact War!" For a second Callius looked as if considering if a public murder was socially acceptable, then his hand sunk down.<br/>Taking a deep breath, he walked back to his weapons in order to holster them and turn around with a cold stare. "So why are we here? Make it quick, feeling..." His gaze turned to Foresythe. "...sick."