<strong>Name:</strong>Callius Thyron<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shuttle bay<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Stephan, Veyle and Raven<br/><hr/>Of coure Stephan had a valid point there. It was most likely that Callius was the crew member with the smallest paycheck and given that very unlikely that the people he had encountered so far where much less experienced. Stephan had to be worth those ten soldiers in a combat and to prove that he needed certain reputation, one that is not build with normal work. Callius leaned forwards Stephan and his voice dropped to a whisper. He took the bait.<br/><br/>"Dead Soldiers are bad press and big groups are useless for infiltration. We are here because we are absurdly hard to kill." A sigh and another sip of the bottler." I don't know you, but i know bullshit when I hear it. They wouldn't have hired you if you weren't special, you are no ordinary close protection officer...as you said we wouldn't really need one. However as long as you aren't asking about my past i won't ask about yours."<br/><br/>There was no point in doing that other than make Stephan improve the act. The personalities themselves held only secondary value to Callius, while entertaining they were not important to his survival as long as there was no extreme. However the relationship between them was important. Stephan hid something and hidden things tend to enrage, people that hate each other are less effective as a group, inefficient groups were dangerous to fight in.<br/><br/>As such Raven was a point of concern right now. In the best case she would not work well with the symbiotic members. In the worst case she'd polarize the group and Callius most likely end up between fronts.<br/><br/>Callius laid back and regained his cheerful mood in the second he assumed his old sitting position. He had alcohol and guns, so he sure as hell wouldn't let a misterious past or two kill his good mood. He even laughed at Stephans metaphor. It was quite close to what he assumed his job to be: gathering the honey. Then again it was not like his skill set was a secret or that he didn't hint at it. Hell his sleeping position practicly screams: "I'll sneak up on any possible intruder."<br/><br/>"I like that plan, i prefer 'Go in, take the honey and blow up the hive before the bee's know that it's gone', though."<br/><br/>The turians eyes darted from Raven to Stephan an back. While his reaction was rather well to defuse the situation a little he was sure it would not be enough. As for the last member of their round, she was so quite that there was surely some conflict hidden as well. He sat on a blackpowder barrel and drank alcohol.<br/><br/>"To overcoming our enemies and gathering their honey then?" Trying to formulate an acceptable toast and the Turian raised his bottle in hopes of easing the tension a bit more.