Fresh from the sparring session with the Templar sergent, Avelo entered a bit late he'd broken her arm in three places and shattered his collarbone. The healers were seeing to her, she'd be up, around, and back to work preforming her duties again in no time. He had the urge to check in on her later, that was somthing new.<br/>He had been killed on Omega once, and he would not put his consort in such danger again. Because if the people here could kill him... they could do worse to her.<br/>For the first time he'd been seen since his arrival, he did not carry his full retinue or dress armor.<br/>Naught but white sparring garb, white vest, pants, black undergarb, and boots. only accompanied by a scribe, and a few missionaries who would disperse among the population of omega when the ship left.<br/>He entered with less of the flair, he'd save the flashy displays for the actual diplomatic event. He'd given up on trying to win over the people of Omega with showmanship.<br/>Avelo spotted the other diplomats, he'd read the rough dossias created by his Confessor, he sat down and ordered a drink with the rest of them, maybe he'd sample the charms of one of the dancers later. But busness was now, pleasure was later.<br/>"John... so nice to see you after my incident." her looked around the table "you have a strange culture, to let a station like this exist." he took a drink and downed it. "Oh none of you have to worry about those bloodpack bandits for a while." he said almost as an afterthought "a few of my crew made it their busness to teach them the error of their ways."<br/>He had a pleasent smile on his face, to Avelo they were nothing more than professional bandits, and to him removing such people was like sweeping the floor.<br/>In fact, though the deaths of a back of failed mercenries had not caught the attention of Omega proper. The image of a horribly burned Krogran commander beaten to death and pinned to a steel beam with and a pile of bruning Vorcha at his feet and the word "Heritic" carved in his armor, was one the Bloodpack would not forget. nor would any of the other mercenary groups.<br/>Avelo had not ordered the the actions, a group of missionaries and templars had done this of their own accord, he simply did not punish them. As he saw it, they had cleaned up a small part of the Galaxy and securied the safty of his fellow deligates.<br/>They'd struck out of rage, in an attempt to redeem their honor for failing their master. They'd done the deed, confessed, taken the three lashes for punishment proudly, and the whole thing was over as far as he was concerned. in fact, he was thinking of promoting one of the templars someday.<br/><br/>"So I keep hearing about this council... four members, one of them human. I have two questions. do you have files on their races and when do we depart I'd like to be gone as soon as possible"