<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iliarya Maveptis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shuttle Bay<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone and No one<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As she stood there amongst them, it was still unclear as to what had motivated her to join in this expedition. In truth, Iliarya was still rather shocked at the events that had lead up to this very one. Upon entering the ship, the Asari had followed in last. She was dressed in something that she'd kept tucked away for decades. Her normal attire had been replaced by her full body armor of a faded back with dark blue highlights. Her weapons were tucked carefully in their respective places on her armor and were in clear view, should anyone be suspicious of her otherwise. Despite her armor, she moved with a grace and no expressions could be discerned from her countenance, hiding any and all thoughts that ran through her mind.<br/><br/>While being led through, she did not, like the others, take in her surroundings and notice anything out of place. If anything, she felt as though<em>she</em>was out of place. Iliarya's mind was racing a million light years a second as her thoughts traced back to the events leading up to her situation....<br/><br/><hr/><em>Flashback....</em><br/><br/><strong>"Dr. Maveptis, there is a call for you in the conference room."</strong>The Asari confirmed the receipt of the message with a nod and the man who had delivered the message left the room. At the time, she had suspected nothing out of the ordinary; she got calls regularly for many different reasons. But upon leaving her patient, Iliarya felt apprehension as she approached the door to the conference room. Without another moment, she stepped forward and the door opened to reveal the hologram of the one she had not seen in two decades.<br/><br/>A breath of relief escaped the virtual image of the Matriarch upon the sight of Iliarya. The person in question stood rather frozen in shock. Before she could run or say anything, the Matriarch spoke first.<strong>"How long I have searched for you... My dear Iliarya... And to think you would find yourself here. Of course... I should have known..."</strong>Her voice trailed off as she observed the Maiden's expression, perhaps trying to find something there.<strong>"I know you must still be grieving for your sisters... "</strong>she began slowly, and here, she could see Iliarya flinch.<strong>"But that was not your fault... and you must stop blaming yourself. I know what you are like, and I knew how it must have affected you."</strong>Though Iliarya did not leave, she said nothing.<br/><br/>With a sigh, the Matriarch continued,<strong>"I have found out much of your activities these past few decades, and you have not disappointed me with what you have accomplished. Would I could, I would want you back at my side, but I know that is not possible. However,"</strong>Here, the Matriarch paused to gauge Iliarya's reaction on what she was about to say next,<strong>"I have a small request of you. From what I know about you, I most likely am right about why I think you have done these deeds. Knowing your guilt is not easily permissed by your conscience, I have sent your dossier to the Council representative of our people. I have great confidence that they shall contact you with a chance to help all races. Perhaps... you shall rid yourself of your feeling of guilt that is truly, not deserved."</strong>After a moment of silence, the hologram disappeared.<br/><br/>Undoubtedly, they did contact her. And the information she was given was quite vague. Little else was said save for that it was an extremely important mission with only a time and place to gather. The Matriarch's words echoed through her mind for days and in the end... here she was.<br/><br/><em>End Flashback</em><br/><hr/><br/>And standing before them were two Turians and an old human. It wasn't until that moment that she'd noticed the diversity of their group, she not being the only representative of her race. Amongst the humans she did, however, find a familiar face. A look of surprise flashed through her face for a split moment before it went back to being expressionless. Though, she wasn't as surprised as she could have been, for he seemed the type. Perhaps. They only locked eye contact for a moment; no other form of acknowledge was plausible at the moment.<br/><br/>Iliarya listened rather semidetached to the words being spoken by the others gathered, though she was rather interested as to the reason that they were gathered. Like the others, she confirmed her presence by stating her name,<strong>"Iliarya Maveptis, in attendance."</strong>She, unlike some of the others, was not a soldier and refused to use such a mundane phrase as to say she was at their command. The Asari supposed, at best, that the Turian deserved his title as a Spectre, but she knew little else beyond the title and what the man had actually done. Respect was to be deserved, not expected because of a mere title. Though she was young amongst her race, she had still seen far more than any of those in attendance combined.