<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V7Vo3Hr.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Nianna T'Rini (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15969518#msg15969518)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Yeoman / Infiltrator-assassin<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>Yeoman’s uniform (https://i.imgur.com/pYGQrPu.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><em>Corvidae </em>hangar<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Pick-me-up<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Galeaus + Crew<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It all seemed so very<em>hilarious</em>to Nianna.<br/><br/>When she had been first explained that she was to get on the<em>Corvidae</em>, with the assignment of a Yeoman, her first reaction had been to burst out laughing. After all, Nianna had never been in the military, she had absolutely no idea what a “Yeoman” even meant, and she was no doubt utterly underqualified for the role!<br/><br/>But Nianna had never been one to turn down a new challenge and a new experience. And working under a Spectre was definitely an experience she just couldn’t turn down!<br/><br/>Life on the Corvidae actually wasn’t bad. Nianna giggled to herself every time she put on the uniform (https://i.imgur.com/pYGQrPu.png) –<em>look at you, Nianna, a proper military sailor!</em>– but the job itself she didn't find difficult at all. In fact, Nianna quickly realized that she was allowed a lot of freedom to define her job herself, and make it whatever she herself felt suited best.<br/><br/>So, Nianna went with what she knew best. If anyone would ask her what it was exactly that she did, Nianna would cheerfully tell them that she was in charge of<em>crew resource management.</em>In other words – keeping the crew happy and in peak condition. She’d periodically check in on her crewmates, ask if they needed anything, and help them get it if she could. Really, she was almost like a stewardess on the ship; one of the many jobs she<em>had</em>done in the past, and something she was, in fact, quite good at.<br/><br/>Of course, being friendly with the crew and getting to know them the best she could – especially the Spectre himself – was also very beneficial for Nianna’s<em>actual</em>assignment; one she didn’t mention to anyone. Which was to write her own, candid reports on the Spectre and the crew, and send them directly to the Council. A secret role which only made the whole thing more interesting, and more fun for Nianna.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>But when Galeaus explained the mission to the grim-faced crew, there seemed to be very little  “fun” and “hilarious” left in the room.<br/><br/>Nianna listened to the briefing from the back of the hangar, sitting legs crossed on top of a storage crate. She looked as calm and chipper as ever, her lips curved in the familiar small smile she always seemed to wear. But meanwhile her eyes were darting from person to person, and she was listening intently, taking in every word, but also registering everyone's reactions. After all, all this would need to be in her report later!<br/><br/>Nianna wasn’t worried for herself. Sure, the mission sounded dangerous and intense; but it wouldn't be the first time Nianna faced a dangerous situation, and she still had the foolhardy optimism of a young Asari in her early Maiden stage: even if people would be dying around her, the thought that something bad could happen to<em>her</em>never really crossed Nianna’s mind.<br/><br/>What<em>did</em>concern her, however, was the way the crew looked upon hearing this news. Everyone looked so grim, even Galeaus sounded almost morbid and apologetic. Nianna didn’t like it. This wasn’t the kind of attitude she thought people should have right before a highly dangerous mission.<br/><br/>Nianna waited until all the professional questions were asked and answered, and only once she felt the discussion had died down and the briefing was about to be over, she jumped up from her seat and spoke up, looking and sounding as cheerful as ever.<br/><br/>“I have a question too! What would you all like to have for drink before we leave?”<br/><br/>She met the Spectre’s eyes and gave him a smile, as charming as she could muster. “Surely we need to have a toast before the mission, Captain? From the sound of it, it’s not going to be a a lot of fun down there, so I’d think we need to go in good spirits. And in my professional opinion, nothing lifts your spirits better than a good hard drink – or a delicious cocktail!”