<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Ares_Walker.png) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Ares Walker (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Ares_Walker)<strong><br/>Location: </strong>Arriving by Turbolift<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Captain Lyra Core, Open<br/><br/>Two months. In the two months since their deployment Ares had been a virtual ghost. Anyone familiar with his record, or who had taken the time to dig deeper still into his past, would know that he was used to more solitary work and that a large amount of his Dominion War service had been redacted. What would be apparent only from these past two months of transit, however, is that he had a preternatural ability not to be found if he was otherwise focused. There were only so many places someone could be on a starship, and yet whenever he was not needed in some official and pressing capacity he was always elsewhere when people came looking. He was always on duty in some capacity, and never failed to file requisite reports, he simply conducted his duties on a schedule that was at best described as eccentric. His staff - hand picked and carefully vetted despite having never met him prior to the deployment - were becoming adept at filling in for his presence when it was required, as even staff meetings were often attended to by a proxy.<br/><br/>And on the bridge? Well this was the first time he had set foot on the bridge in two months, and it was out of uniform. He was officially off duty, though he had a look of some manner of contemplation on his face.<br/><br/>When the turbolift stops, and he steps from it, he pauses as if confused by his location. His mind had obviously been elsewhere.<br/><br/>`I must had been thinking bridge, or Captain.` He says it softly, to himself, and he considers those personnel present. He must have been thinking Captain when he had requested his destination, because as luck would have it the Captain was there.<br/><br/>Ares crosses the bridge, and where most would wait to catch the Captain's attention, or for a pause, he simply speaks. `I need authorization for use of a cargo bay, and some modifications to the structure.`<br/><br/>This was a rarity for him; not the manner of addressing the Captain - he had spent the vast majority of his life a civillian, and had never attended formal Starfleet training, so his protocol was lax - but rather the asking permission for something. What he had in mind had to be fairly substantial.