Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn leant against a bulkhead outside the mission planning room, waiting for the Alliance officers to finish their debriefing. He played back some of the video he had recorded earlier in the day, reviewing the most critical events and trying to figure out the most important things to tell the Captain. He had managed to grab a catnap in the shuttle up to the Normandy, but he was going to need a good night's sleep to recover from the day's exertion and the after-effects of the stimulants he'd taken.<br/><br/>He straightened up as the door to the mission room opened and Lieutenant Black strode out. He gave her a polite bow as she passed, and the hand gesture that he used to signal a smile. He would definitely have to catch up with her later, when they weren't fighting for their lives, as well as the Xeia lady. For the gregarious quarian, to have fought alongside someone and not really know them well was unusual, and a situation he hoped to remedy quickly.<br/><br/>Once the lieutenant was away, Captain Anderson called him into the mission room. He bowed to the captain and to Navigator Pressly, addressing the captain formally. "Keelah se'lai, Captain Anderson vas Normandy. My humble thanks for bringing me within the doors of your ship." He spoke the formal greeting in carefully practised English, with only a mild quarian accent that a human might identify as Arabic. He expected the rest of the conversation to go beyond the reach of his limited English, though, and so had his translation software ready.<br/><br/>"Be at ease, Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn," Captain Anderson greeted him in return. "Lieutenant Black tells me that you were very useful in the fight against the geth on Eden Prime, particularly in identifying and disarming the bombs in the spaceport."<br/><br/>Jemarr was not a marine, but there was a strong enough military presence in quarian life that he knew how to handle a debriefing. "Thank you, sir. I doubt I have very much in the way of eyewitness accounts that could supplement Lieutenant Black's report, as I was accompying her for most of the incident. I was at Delta Farmstead when the attack began, and I moved from there out into the open once the farmsteaders were safe. Miss Xeia is on board as well - I fought alongside her for a short time, while disarming one of the bombs. I recorded all of my sensory input for the day - I'll upload a copy to the ship's database once I'm dismissed."<br/><br/>The quarian looked at the hologram projector on one wall, then pointed his omni-tool at it and summoned a display of the giant ship that everyone had seen fleeing the planet. "In my opinion, sir, this ship is the most unusual aspect of the geth assault. Its design is completely dissimilar to any known geth design, nor does it have anything in common with any other race's designs, to my knowledge. It is unusual for the geth to steal the ships of other races, rather than build their own. And, of course, the technology in that ship must be centuries in advance of even the salarians or the asari for it to survive a planetary gravity well at that size, let alone maneuver the way it did. The sound it emitted was also highly unusual - I was unable to block it out through my suit's usual filters. A recording of the sound will be in the files I upload."<br/><br/>Jemarr shifted his weight to make sure he was standing comfortably, then continued. "There is something I believe is relevant, though, sir. I was on Eden Prime at this time because I was tracking some unusual geth transmissions from the Perseus Veil. I have deciphered some messages that indicate that the geth are following some kind of great leader or religious figure. This is highly unusual for the geth, who lack individual identities, of course. If such a figure actually exists, I would expect that it would be on that ship. In a related matter, I have some core dumps from the geth I destroyed. Most of the data will be blank or corrupt, but if I manage to sift anything useful out of it, I will let the Alliance know."<br/><br/>The captain and the navigator conferred briefly, and asked Jemarr a few more questions before dismissing him, suggesting that he find a crew member who was willing to split bunk time with him. Jemarr bowed and took his leave, thinking that he'd be more likely to curl up in a storage locker or find an occupied corner of the engine room.<br/><br/>Jemarr prodded a console after leaving the mission room, checking on Doctor Chakwas's availability. Sadly, she was still occupied with monitoring Commander Shepard's condition. Jemarr resolved that he would stay awake long enough to get Doctor Chakwas to look at his ankle. His suit was starting to register an infection building, and though it was minor, he didn't want to leave it for any longer than he had to. Thus, rather than find somewhere to kip for a few hours, he went looking for the friends he had made on Eden Prime.<br/><br/>Lieutenant Black's transponder signal showed her to be in the ECM/ECCM area of the CIC, so Jemarr wandered in that direction. "Lieutenant Black!" he greeted her as he walked up behind her chair. "It's good to... see you..." he trailed off as his eyes roamed over the skin-suited curves of her lithe body. Like most young adults, he had quite a fascination with the asari form, and Anastasia's body showed many of the same delightful features.<br/><br/>"Um," he said wittily, his eyes coming to rest on her bosom. Fortunately, neither his expression nor the direction of his gaze were discernable through his thick purple visor. "I was just..." He blinked and took a deep breath, letting his storyteller training take over and calm his speech. "I just finished my debriefing with Captain Anderson and Navigator Pressly. He said I should find somewhere to sleep, and the ancestors know I need to, but I should really see Doctor Chakwas before I do. She's still busy with Commander Shepard, though, so I thought I should find some company or make myself useful until she's free. Are you on duty? Am I interrupting anything?"