Donny looked everywhere, even asked lost-and-found, but could not find his blanket. Or doubt anyone would bother keeping it, but the fact that he hasn't shown up yet since he started looking worried him. Normally he would just let it go, but aside from his knife that blanket was the only thing left he had of home. The thing was about as old as he was. He couldn't imagine losing it here of all places. But soon there was a message over the intercoms about the meeting. It was happening way sooner than Donny was told, which irked him. He was hoping that he'd have more time to search for his blanket but that was going to have to be put on hold. As sentimental as it was his job came first. Letting out a disappointing sigh Donny jogged towards the place where he was suppose to meet up with his group.

Fortunately Donny wasn't the last one up for role call however he was close. His group didn't meet in the main area immediately, rather they got together at their temporary arrangements. Eleanore looked fancier than usual, like a decorated military officer. Seraph was in charge of head counts and by the time she finished there was two people missing. Curios as to why they're waiting, Donny turned to the closets soldier and asked. 

[b]"Hey, why the head count? I doubt that all of us are actually going to be present at the meeting, right?"[/b]

The soldier he asked, a dark-skinned guy by the name of Aman, whispered back. "Professionalism. It wouldn't look good on our part if we don't come in with our full force, you know? Otherwise the other diplomats might think we can't even take taps after our own. Don't worry though, I know the two guys missing, they're probably just lost looking for the john."

Sure enough three minutes later two more soldiers arrived smelling of scented soap. With everyone accounted for the humans moved towards the main hall in formation. The Vanguards, true to their name, took point. Donny himself felt like he was on the spot despite not being in the lead: A much more formidable fellow took care of that. Donny recognized the guy; he had perfect marks all around during training. A classic "Super Soldier" they say, even has cybernetics attached to him. Alexander "Steak" King; probably the closest guy to being Shepard in the group. He even applied for N7 and succeeded. Though no one knows why he was on the ship if that was the case, or why he was here. Perhaps it was because of his success. Donny felt the sudden urge to shrink. Now that he thought about it, he remembered a lot of these faces. People who's at least had their names marked up for high performances during training, or at least had a colorful past. Donny did his best to keep his chest held high, but he couldn't help but to think that everyone was looking down at him.

Eventually the group arrived to the main area. They were one of the first, as well as the largest. Excluding the ambassador, there were ten of them acting as her personal bodyguard. Two Vanguards, Two Adepts, four Soldiers, one Infiltrator, and an Engineers. Overkill? Likely the intention. Donny himself stood with the other Vanguard and did his best to look proud and imposing. He wasn't sure if he was the only one trying to maintain the act, though at least if he felt like his resolve was wavering he only needed to grip his Grandpa's Knife. Even through his armored glove he could feel the grooves of the handle, the weight of the weapon in his hand. [b]"My grandpa faced off against Reapers. I could handle politicians..."[/b] Or so he told himself.

[b][i]"Also note to self: find my blankie. I'd rather not have it fall into the wrong hands. Oh hey, a geth!"[/i][/b]