Silvia smiled towards Srath and returned the slight nod of head. “Srath, safe journey,” she said before following Ailen to the elevator and waiting for Gaia to join them. Once Gaia did Silvia stepped into the elevator and waited for Ailen to lead the way to Tristans quarters. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself. Keeping quiet for now and stepping quickly off the lift as they reached Tristans floor. Each T-1 was assigned their own floor and it was all theirs. T-1 were far too valuable to the GTC to not give them as many perks as possible. This was one of them. As they came up to the door to his quarters Silvia held up at hand for them to stop as she stepped closer to the door and listened, placing a finger to her lips as she looked over towards the two in a gesture for them to be quiet. 

	She listened at the door and was surprised she could hear his voice. The walls were thick, to give such a rank privacy and yet the sounds of his grating voice came through. “Well, this will be interesting. Stay behind me,” she said as she pressed the access button and the doors slid open. As she stepped inside a mug of some hot beverage came flying towards her head. It stopped right before it reached her, changed course and went flying straight back towards Tristan. It whizzed by his head and crashed into the wall behind him. Silvia had not missed her mark, she had got his attention. Tristan spun around and glared at her.

	“Who the hell!” he snapped before freezing in his place and crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, you,” he growled. “You ever do that again and I will have you tossed off world!”

	“Throw another latte at my head and next time I won’t miss,” she spat as she stepped closer.

	“You little wench! How dare you talk to me in such in a manner! This is my tower!” he yelled at her.

	“Me?!? How dare you act like this when you run a fucking tower! A Tower Lead should have better fucking manners Tristan!”

	“You’re one to talk, I’ve heard of your outbursts Silvia! What’s your excuse to go off on people!?! Tell me that you pathetic excuse for a Talent.”

	“I’m still in training. What’s your excuse you warthog faced buffoon!” she hissed as her eyes narrowed.

	“You little…That’s it, get out of my tower and off my planet right now! Ailen, remove her from my sight!” Tristan commanded. Even though his skin was blue in hue, the red of anger was showing and he was looking to turn purple as his fists clenched. Silvia just smirked as she waved a finger in the air towards him.

	“You can’t remove me you dolt. I have yet to break any GTC regulations. You’re stuck with me,” she said as she laughed slightly. This only angered Tristan even more. “And actually, until Ailen hands over my papers I have not been transferred. It means I am in limbo and am under no Tower Lead. As a T-1 that puts us on even grounds in the eyes of the GTC,” she laughed before walking over to Ailen and taking back her transfer papers; sticking into her pocket.

	“Give me those!” Tristan demanded as he stepped closer to her. Silvia smirked and took a step towards him and he stopped. “Now!”

	“I don’t think so. You see my transfer clearly states that I was to be transferred off Earth at a certain time and to arrive here at a certain time. But it does not state when I am supposed to start training and I have some vacation time built up,” she snarled and watched the anger grow in Tristans eyes to near lunatic proportions. “Yes, that’s it. I need a vacation. Ailen, please see that my things are taken to my room. I think it would be good for me to vacation here a while before I start. That’s a direct order. You know, meet the people, learn the lay of the tower, get out and meet the locals. Yes, that seems like a fine idea,” she said in a jovial voice she knew would just send the man into a rage and she was right. He began screaming in multiple languages, cussing her out in each of them as he stormed around the room like a spoiled brat turning over furniture. 

	“And as you know, when any T-1 of Tower Lead Position gives security an order on a planet they are assigned to, you must follow it before following any other order from another T-1. So, for now Ailen, you report to me, not Tristan. Understood?” she said as she turned and winked at Ailen and Gaia. “That goes for Gaia as well. She is to be transferred to be my personal Empath. To help me relax during my extended vacation,” Silvia followed up with.

	“How dare you! You can’t!” Tristan spat as he threw a vase at the wall, shattering it.

	“Oh yes I can, it is clearly stated in the GTC regulations. And as you know, that is all they care about,” she said as she looked at him and spun around on her heals to make her way out. “Good day,” she chuckled.

	Tristan had had it and his eyes glazed over as he attempted to attack Silvias mind with a barrage of telepathic attacks meant to bring her to her knees. Silvia stopped in her place but she did not falter. Instead she stood there as her facial expression went blank, tilting her head to one side and then the other; the sound of her neck popping echoing through the now silent room. Turning slowly she looked at him and suddenly he flew back against the wall and landed in a crumpled heap on the ground.

	“Regulation A-39867, A T-1 is never to use their abilities to attack another T-1. Abilities are only to be used in defense,” she said as she walked over to him and leaned down to look him in the face before she spat on him. “Ailen, write him up and bring me the paper work,” she said as she left the room. Waiting for Ailen and Gaia to join her and the doors to close before she said anything else. “That was step one.”