<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>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>Medical Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Sightseeing<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Everything had been far more rushed and much less thought out than Arcus would've liked, but he only assumed that it attested to the severity of the situation. Most of the briefing and relaying of information to the crew had been done by others. There was no shame in knowing one's limits, and Arcus was no scientist or medical expert. The Turian Spectre regarded himself as nothing more than a guard to ensure the crew's safety. If everything went as planned, they would slip in and out with enough samples of the viral fungi without having to raise a gun.<br/><br/>But he would have to give the council credit where it was due, because the Kalanhai was no regular scouting ship, just like Sparatus had said. The colossal Thanix cannons on the hull were evidence enough. He had been exploring the whole ship, checking every nook and cranny, and the extensive Stealth system in the cockpit and the state of the art facilities in the Medical Bay, where he was at currently, only made him more confident about the vessel's capabilities. Having flown only old, rusty cargo freighters in the Turian army and smaller, less fancy ships as a Spectre, Arcus took the time to appreciate the Kalanhai and in all it's beauty.<br/><br/>There were only a few people as he entered, senses adjusting quite painfully to the stark white walls and the intense smell of anti-septic compounds. He nodded to one of them, a fellow Turian (https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/eafca54a-43b0-49f7-a60c-7e8c4189c02c/db5dsyn-b9a2643f-d48d-4d6f-ac23-2915b2f75d8a.png/v1/fill/w_900,h_1012,q_80,strp/eliana_corvalis_by_crazysuperior_db5dsyn-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xMDEyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvZWFmY2E1NGEtNDNiMC00OWY3LWE2MGMtN2U4YzQxODljMDJjXC9kYjVkc3luLWI5YTI2NDNmLWQ0OGQtNGQ2Zi1hYzIzLTI5MTViMmY3NWQ4YS5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9OTAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.J_91zYx-asXjJWDCXSDbMu1cv5_WVQDYvWNaD7di3Hs). Medical personnel, judging from her garb. Seeing him enter, she made a squeak and quickly dropped what she was doing, shuffling to exit the room as fast as possible. Bemused, Arcus tapped his mandibles with his claws. He could understand other species being intimidated by him or not liking him altogether, but he'd hoped he wouldn't receive the same treatment from women of his own kin. He looked... adequate, did he not? Was it the large fringes?<br/><br/>Sighing, he continued on his inspection, circling the room and taking in every detail, from the clear monitors to the clean beds, to the wide array of equipment dumped in every corner. "Do you think we'll be making use of the facilities often?" he asked no-one in particular, crossing his arms and staring at the stacks of medi-gel containers.