There was some kind of secret joy in the ability to summon people to you like moths to a flame. Or sailors drawn to the syrens call. Though he was hardly thinking of seducing any of the crew, or burning them. Maybe he should leave the analogies to someone in the psychological department. They could analyze it and debate it and decide the proper term. Or someone from the linguistics department. They always had ideas about languages.  He could decide who came up with the wittiest puns later, for now he had a meeting with all his summoned<del>minions</del>... away team members.<br/><br/>"It's great to have you both on my team, I look forward to working with you and seeing just what skills you bring to the table," Makari started and then paused as he looked at the door in expectation of one more person to arrive. He paused only briefly though before looking at the two crew members who had shown up. "We will fill them in later, no need to sit here and stare at my walls while we wait, so any thoughts on the mission? And which... skills... do you both bring along that will help us in a prison?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair and indicated for the pair of them to take seats as well. Informal meeting. Sit, drink, be merry. There were no drinks though. And merry might be the wrong way to start a mission. So sit...