<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Catalyst</span></span><br/><em>Power amplification, Premonitions</em><br/><strong>STR: 0</strong><strong>SPE: 2</strong><strong>INT: 5</strong><br/><strong>DUR: 0</strong><strong>AGL: 2</strong><strong>PER: 7</strong><br/><strong>Crew Quarters, Hall of Order</strong><br/><br/>Darius rolled over and peeked blearily at the blaring clock as the alarm he'd set finally managed to penetrate the veil of sleep he'd drawn over himself. Rubbing his eyes, he took note of the time and then sat bolt upright. "Shit. Shit. Shit." he cursed under his breath as he swept the blankets from his body and grabbed for his clothes.<br/><br/>It was an astronomer's peculiar burden to find being awake for a 7 pm meeting challenging, but Darius had been up late into the morning, cataloging astronomical phenomena from the Hall's Observatory, and then processing the data.<br/><br/>Mostly dressed, Darius swept a hand through his still-disheveled brown hair, and began to make his way to the Situation Room.<br/>