[center][b][u]At an undisclosed location[/center][/b][/u]
Stravon Dridis had been waiting for this day for the past 2 weeks, he knew that the Illusive man had finally made his decision on the next mission Stravon was to take.
The walk through the tunnels towards the Illusive mans office always had his heart racing, adrenalin pumping and above all always brought a big grin to his face. Thankfully his mask covered it and prevented him looking like an idiot in front of the other operatives.

Strictly speaking Stravon wasn't an actual member of Cerberus, and had no wish to be, but that didn't stop him in thinking that the Illusive man was the only way humanity would ever become the race that he wished them to be.
Spectres of himself.
Stravon walked into a very spacious room that almost perfectly mirrored the old entrance to the office back in the old days.
The room was essentially a reception before meeting the Illusive man, it only contained 4 sets of doors : The exit, The doors to the Illusive mans office and 2 doors parallel to each other on the left and right hand side of the room, one would think them as doors to other areas but Stravon knew fine well that they contained Modified Atlases that would easily annihilate anything that posed a threat or a mere intrusion to this area.
There was a soft beep that signalled the door in front Stavon to unlock and then open. 
At once the smell of cigarette smoke and Mahogany wood hit Stravons nostrils. The room contained pieces of Mahogany wood furniture; The Illusive mans desk and a cabinet on the left hand side of the room which contained numerous brands of old Spirits, doubled with a personalised suit of armour and a hand cannon.
And it also contained 2 chairs, and a window that was behind him which displayed an image of a dying star, it empowered the Illusive man and almost shaded him out, which is exactly the effect he aims for.
"Please take a seat, we have much to discuss" the tone of his voice suggested that it was a request but in reality it was a command, no matter how strong or powerful the other person is opposite the Illusive man, they are always subordinates; people below him.
This never bothered Stravon though, based on the Illusive mans past he had every right to act the way he does.

Stravon sat down and rested his hands on the arms of the chair, he began to wait for the Illusive man to speak as a sign of respect.
"It's time Cerberus acted on this war between the Jedi and the Sith, we've got to pick a side otherwise Cerberus will once again become nothing more than a shade fading into nothingness."
The Illusive man pauses momentarily whilst he lights another cigarette and takes a drag from it.
"I want you to travel to Ilum and Rakata Prime, talk with the Jedi and Sith and see what they can offer us if we join our strength to theirs, naturally we don't have much in terms of military strength but we have much to offer in terms of credits and scientific advancements. Once you have their responses, I want you to decide which one holds the most promise, contact me over a secure channel and then offer your services to that side for a while until I deem it necessary to have you back here."
The Illusive man leans forward slightly and rests his elbows on his desk. Up close you can see all of the scarring from the reaper technology that was in his body, half of his face has been reconstructed and had the metals removed but the other half is yet to be operated on and looks like something out of the deepest darkest nightmare.
"Is that understood Stravon?"
Stravon stands up from his chair and says the only thing the Illusive man truly cares about.
Obedience.
"Of course sir. I'll head to Rakata Prime first, I'll find a ship there as soon as possible."
With that Stravon turns and leaves the Illusive mans office to deal with his mission.