[h3][center]Loyalty Mission: [color=39b54a]Clinical Precision and Messy Memories[/color]
[sub]Vellios, Bridge[/sub][/center][/h3]
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[i][color=palegreen] “Everyone. Get your asses to the Bridge..”[/color][/i] 

Vellios had just made it to the kitchen. He was about to say hi and investigate their newest recruit when Drono’s voice came on. He gradually rose from his seat at the table, noting the tone in the Drell’s statement, and ignored the wafting aromas drifting from the kitchen on his way toward the bridge. He had likely high hopes that dinner would’ve been uneventful evening but that was now dashed.  Quietly grumbling a bit, he shifted through the doorway into the main room and toward the far wall. 

There he leaned against the cold metal with his shoulder then watched the others file in. It wasn’t much of a surprise he was among the first there, besides Drono, waiting silently in the background. Listening quietly to the whole briefing going from good to shit in a few moments. His eyes casually swept over the detonator pieces over the console as he tried to ignore the alarm bells ringing in the back of his skull, the sensation strengthened when his mind wandered to the explosives they likely would be linked to and where they were located. Instinctively he shifted in place to shove the notion aside for the time being. 

When Drono spasmed and the trigger dropped nearly from grasp, their favorite psychopath had moved. His figure pushed from the wall and walked to the bridge’s center, his arm reached out to catch it. Realizing the Drell had managed to regain his grip, Vellios retracted his hand and then leaned against the table’s edge on his side. His arms crossed over his chest while he continued to listen to the rest.  

When Yestin’s name was mentioned, Vellios easily could see the tension and pain brought by it. Through it wasn’t through Drono’s deadpan expression or behavior that tipped the turian off. It was because of the word choice and the knowledge Drono shared with them. The Drell wanted pure, simple revenge for what happened. Something that Vellios knew all too well about and found himself. His eyes tightened when it seemed Drono would continue to ramble, looking for something that felt was being held back and not shared. However, it wasn’t his place to demand it. 

Vellios began to speak,[color=rosybrown] “No one wants to die, Drono. I know that well and seen my fair share of it, but it doesn’t mean I’ll stand around on my lazy ass and not help. I do have a few questions.”[/color] 

He inhaled then held up a digit for each thing he listed,[color=rosybrown] “One: how much do you know about the situation? Two: How well do you know the place? Three: anything from maps, memories, hidden areas or vents are not worthless in giving us an edge. So do you know any? Four: What approach do [i]you[/i] feel is best for this mission and what do you need those volunteering to do?”[/color] 

 Vellios’ tone was held in a delicate place between calm and casual. Serena knew he was trying not to take it serious, but also trying to be sincere over his offered help. It wasn’t because he didn’t start to care or wanted Drono to live. It was because he didn’t want his teammates to see the worst part of him at work. His earlier take down of Drono, primary face planting, was only skimming the surface. In the end, the more serious he got… the more tunnel vision he got until only the mission mattered. That was dangerous for Serena or anyone that worked with him.

 He only hoped his teammates didn’t think he was alright with getting his carapace blown to pieces more than helping Drono. Then again, it likely didn’t surprise them in the least.