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Darius gave a toothy smile as his bindings were released, even with a hint of mild surprise at those words that came next. "I expect your past vendetta will not get in the way of the tasks I will present to you." "Oh, so you believe my little tale? That is surprising, and I shall do my best...... but no promises. Ah ah ah!" he uttered at the guard to his left. "I believe your forgetting something?" The Asari sneered as she unlatched the restrictor collar around his scaly neck. His omni tools flashed to life for a second, as if to take in a long overdue breath of air, before fading away once again. "Ah.... much better."

The apparent joker of the group shot a poorly thought out insult in his direction. It sounded like a badly written one-liner from Krodd the Battlemaster II: Re-armed. “Yeah you’re the crazy Turian cross-dressing murderer aren’t you?!” "Heh, no. Though I was in the cell across from him. Weird guy, though fun at parties from what I hear..." Then it hit him, a cold stare from the other side of the room. A stare he was use to. Vorcha. Oh. I didn't realize Spectres were accustomed to taking in pets. How..... quaint. Every ounce of his C-sec instincts screamed at him to watch this little pest. He knew Vorcha were not to be trusted. Finally came the mission details.

After skimming through the file and hearing Ms. Seyusa Avera's version, it apparently became question time. The other Turian on the team took first shot, and nailed every important query. Naturally, for a Turian. And of course, the intrepid human had to question sound logic. "Why three? Because basic counter spec-ops, which from what I understand this Cerberus is a master of, dictates that any infiltration team will always have two points of extraction. If our main evac is compromised, they'll track our movements and tactically estimate where our secondary evac is, cutting us off. Or they could just track our comms chatter. Having three gives us the option to use one as a decoy, and drop off their radar mid-route, promptly mad-dashing our asses to the third. We can be out and off the rock before they have time to re-mobilize. And really, can you ever have too many extraction points?"

He showed some teeth at being called "The Prisoner", and hoped the name didn't stick. "Where were I to go if I did run? I'd rather possibly die in combat like a true Turian than be hunted all my life. And the only reason I'd assassinate any of you is if you compromised the mission and I got the go-ahead from our CO, which would be Ms. Avera here. So don't piss her off, don't piss me off, and don't get shot or blown up, and you should be fine." Once the bit of irritation of being accused of possible treachery passed, he noticed something about the Lieutenant. Their was a tinge, a hint, a timy glimmer of hatred in his mannerism when he spoke of Cerberus. It wasn't something any normal mind could hear, in fact only a man who's had that word haunting him for half a decade would ever be able to pick up on it, but it was there. Naxyn grinned at this....

Darius leaned back in his seat, taking a moment to exert his level of apathy. "And as far as these 'Ghost Stations' are concerned, I could monitor our comms channels and track any hack attempts. If they try, I'll ping their location and make these ghosts a little more visible. I could try to back hack them, but doing that through comms frequency alone is damn near impossible. Even for me, your looking at nearly a half-an-hour job. Double if you want me to be subtle about it.... Not what I'd consider if we're in the field. And these 'Atlas', they're mechs, correct? Any semblance to those used by Eclipse? If so, then I can mess with their targeting, bypass safety protocols, and maybe even hack the controls. Then we can have some fun...."