**Thought for the day: "An idle mind will wander into dark recesses"**

**Taoshe**

Major Voroei's head recoiled slightly as he heard Commander Vellais giggle, then he quickly attempted to correct the motion in order to hide any offence, raising his head slightly as if to right his posture. He proceeded to examined her, intrigued by the following actions, despite them lasting only a mere few seconds before disappearing into the minds of those present. What was her response there. Shame? Why the change in attitude? That laugh? He shifted somewhat awkwardly in place as the officers chuckled, his stance changing to one of alertness and his mandibles opened slightly. He remained like this while the crew of the Syren moved, then finally dropped his alert stance and returned to a similar stance to his previous one. 

He and his two Minors turned, following after the chuckling officers. The Lorca somewhat loosened their atmosphere of respect and formality as a result of the shift away and into a more standard tone.

The tone shifted rapidly again the moment they laid eyes upon the delegatio,... Causing another disconcerting blow for the Lorca, who had barely recognised the previous behavoir, they had no idea how exactly they were supposed to be acting. The newcomer appeared the commanders superior, so Voroei decided to play by ear from Commander Vellais and revert to their quiet and stone faced behavoir and in turn the minors decided to copy him in their stance and attitude. This being was obviously someone of some note, a superior to the Commander at the least. He listened intently as the superior of note spoke. The Lorca boarded the elevator in near silence, though the voice of a minor shattered their mutism as the elevator began its descent "May the communications not bear false witness"

As the elevator descended down into the planet and the light of the sunrise began to filter in through the windies, the Major peered out across the sky and to the sun on the horizon as it illuminated the landscape before him, scanning his eyes over the shapes of the mountains. In the moments he allowed his thoughts to stray from the task, he whispered under his breath "A vinda ni tamrielle, sunnabe weltam." He was pulled back into reality by the words reaching his ears. The minor spoke first as Voroei slowly turned himself on the spot, the stun rising behind him and catching his black armour, causing the faint outline of his shielding to become visible and his armour to shine.
"Forgive us our ignorance, who is this superior we are speaking with?." The Minor inquired, his bottom left mandible clearly clicking out of its joint when he spoke
"Specialised training?" Hr questioned with a tilt of his head