Seeing Avelo alive and well was a welcome surprise, and John couldn't hide his smile even if he had put the effort into the thing.  "Avelo, it's good to see you are still around.  As I was saying, the Council used to be just four people, an Asari, a Turian, a Salarian, and then a human was added after the first Reaper was destroyed at the Citadel Capital.  Now there's over a dozen species in the same, each having contributed something to better the lives of everyone and proving they were worthy of membership.  It's a relatively easy system to follow, since even if you don't have membership into the direct Council, you can still be heard and representatives are still allowed within Council chambers, just the actual decision making power is reserved to the members themselves.  Each control a different aspect of our government, but Omega is beyond Council Space.  It was the only Neutral Zone that was perfectly aligned with all of your entry paths, and so Aria was contacted, deals were made so a war wouldn't break out when an Alliance war ship came to dock, even if it was a transport ship, and here you all are."  Turning to Avelo again, John nodded to his question about the profiles.  "I can send you the data and whatever else you might require, so long as it doesn't directly or indirectly involve technological secrets and such information you might use against us later.  It's not my order, but you understand why it's there I'm sure.  Michelle, Shakar, Avelo, and anyone else that's here and traveling with us, tell your crews to follow the Dauntless to the Citadel once we're aboard.  If you're riding with me, head to Dock 315 and we'll get moving from here as soon as possible after we finish our meals."