<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<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>The Big Bad Spectre<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Council chambers<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Briefing<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Everyone<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Arcus was silent as he processed the information, letting the other, admittedly more technologically and medically savvy people in the room do the questioning. He did however latch onto the fact that they were being sent out on a repurposed cargo freighter— a good move, if any. With all the secrecy surrounding the whole thing, the Spectre had long suspected this would be a black operation. Better to go in meekly, rather than brandishing massive cannons starboard and portside.<br/><br/>His attention shifted to the glumly human as Sparatus invited her to explain the nature of the Malady, which really could've been just condensed to a fungal virus that<em>might've</em>been a targeted attack. Arcus wasn't a fan of pointing fingers, even more so of needlessly provoking the increasingly hostile Batarian race. The sloppy tampering pointed to the Batarians, sure, but it could easily have been the Krogan, who knew firsthand how devastating bio-weapons can be, or any other race, really. Although, he had to concede that only the Batarian had any significant animosity with the humans.<br/><br/>After she was done, the springly Asari brought up a query that strongly resonated with his own thoughts. Valid ones. "I agree," he piped up after the Asari, mandibles clicking as a tick. "Even if the disease can't be transmitted interspecies, having humans on the crew could became a liability and slow us down immensely if they were to get infected. We<em>are</em>collecting samples of the fungus."<br/><br/>To that, the human countered with a good explanation, saying that it only got this bad if they ate this shit. Not quite comforting, seeing as these fleshy people are quite a lot of strange things, but he kept quiet, for now.<br/><br/>"It's not really even a cover story, is it?" he responded casually to the other Turian. "We're just a couple of scientists wandering into Shrike Abyssal, unsupported by the Council, with only a Spectre and some hired muscle to babysit them."