Snippet #2178092

The human frigate, SSV Leningrad, hit the Mass Relay and came into the Euler system where the planet Benning was located. Until now, the frigate and the Spectre who commandeered her had operated in utter secrecy, telling little more than they were on a retrieval mission and nothing more. Said Spectre, Seyusa Avera stood on the bridge, overlooking the various readouts and information sources being rerouted to her use. One perk of being a Spectre was simply that, having access to vast amounts of potential resources, if needed, and could simply get what was necessary done, in a short amount of time depending on the mission. It was time for the team that was assembled thus far to be briefed in greater detail, and turned to the XO of the ship and spoke softly, but carrying absolute command. "Please inform the special team to meet in the CIC and prepare for final approach and deployment." With that, she turned and strode the somewhat short distance to the CIC itself, overlooking a map and general readout of the ship's current status. Everything optimum and ready for the operation. She collected a series of data pads that had necessary information, and entered the briefing room behind the CIC, as the general call for the team came over the PA system. "All N7 Special Operatives, report to the briefing room on the CIC level. All hands, report to your general alert."

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Raen'Rilas was down on the engineering level when the general alert came over the PA, and he looked up and shrugged. It looked like it was time to move out, and he was glad to see it done. Transit was also very slow and he had nothing to do but help keep things running on the engineering deck, which meant no real work. But he did what he had to and got the job done and, when in transit, passed time. He hadn't given the rest of the team much thought, it was just a matter of support how he saw it. So it was just a matter of grabbing his kit, which was nearby at all times, and after wrapping up the most recent tweak, nodded to the others on the deck and caught an elevator heading upwards. He holstered the shotgun, pistol always on his hip, and once the elevator reached the CIC, stepped off and, rather than head in right away, did some checking with the crew on that level to get some information before the briefing itself, see if they knew anything newer than what they knew thus far. General consensus, nothing new. But he did pause for a few minutes looking over the readouts on the ship, listening for others to arrive.