[b][u][h3]Vellios, Elysium Shipyard[/h3][/u][/b]

Captain Chad Donnelly, a man in his late 50s with short slicked back grey hair, a full but trimmed beard, and piercing blue eyes and a pale complexion that made the man look like a ghost. Wearing a full set of private security contractor fatigues  with a circular badge on his arm with a mailed fist with an eye superimposed on it with the initials EIST across the bottom, the man certainly had the bearing of an experienced veteran. Greeting each of the Riggers in turn with a firm handshake, he lead them to a spacious ground transport with surprisingly luxurious interiors. Donnelly explained that the vehicles typically were used to carry around VIPs and dignitaries, so the usual spartan military accommodations simply did not suffice. 

When Donnelly extended his hand, Vellios let a light smile cross his mandible then shook it. His eyes met the veteran’s eyes without wavering and briefly wondered, for a second, if this man had served in the Relay 314 Incident. It was possible. The turian didn’t dwell on it for very long and brushed it away, retracting his hand back to his side before finally following the man’s lead. Naturally he sat between Dex and Serena, settling into the cushioned transport.  

His blue eyes darted around the spacious interior with interest. Vellios’ head perked up at Donnelly’s mention of it being used for VIPs and dignitaries making his eyes scrunch in question, unsure why they would’ve wasted the time and effort on a bunch of mercs. There wasn’t any gain, save cooperation, for such an effort. In most of Vellios’ experience, instances like this never ended well and part of him was expecting there to be strings attached to this little display.   
 
Secretly, he hoped he was wrong. 

When noting the touch screen, he immediately started to absorb the information. He wouldn’t likely retain it all but likely Serena would help in that situation and was likely jotting down her own notes. When they arrived, Vellios followed the group into the para-military compound. There they were checked thoroughly and what felt like every few feet by some check point the deeper they went, arriving at what seemed to be a prison yard from some old human movies. The only difference was it was filled with various equipment rather than bulky, over ripened thugs in orange jumpsuits.    

“Welcome to Hacate Base, ladies and gentlemen. As you’ve noticed, this yard is filled with just about any hardware short of starships, terrestrial naval vessels, heavy armour and NCB weaponry you could possibly hope to get your hands on, it’s basically a raider’s toolbox for how to be the pain the ass. Your operation is small, so I can’t imagine you’ll have much use for a full-sized gunship, but there’s some small drop ships and shuttles of mainly turian and batarian make, we have crates of munitions and weapons stored in that warehouse off to the Southwest, a few armoured personnel carriers, a few utility vehicles, some logistics transports, entrenchment and field gear, a few towed cannons, some anti-air missile batteries, and so on so forth. I’ll be able to authorize the release of enough gear to outfit a platoon, and even that was pulling legs considering a lot of my superiors consider people in your profession to be pretty much the same as the bastards who attacked Elysium. Obviously I don’t share the sentiment or we wouldn’t be here having this conversation.” Donnelly stated, explaining the whole earlier display. His foot turned and lead him down rows of various vehicles, from a few Tomkah, krogan made infantry fighting vehicles, to the more common turian and batarian makes. 

They all were violent appealing through Vellios wasn’t a vehicle type of alien. He merely continued to quietly listen to the man, biting back his tongue itching to reply.   

“Other than the few recon images we’ve managed to obtain, I’m afraid I don’t have much intel to offer you guys. One thing I’m going to request from you is some of you go undercover into the encampment to act like smugglers and arms dealers. We have crates of inexpensive Elkoss Combine and Haliat Armoury weaponry and armour that have been embedded with tracking technology that updates locations over the extranet whenever they pass into a wireless hotspot. We want to know where these weapons are heading, who’s buying them, and then plot the best course to taking the bastards down with teams like your own when the time comes.” Donnelly seemed smug when he shared this fact and grinned, his thumb gesturing immediately West. “There’s a canteen over immediately that way past the gate you came in, just make sure you enter and leave as a group and don’t wander the base. I received word that some of your outfit are injured and could use some medical attention, just let us know and we’ll have the staff at base look you over if you require. If it’s something more serious than a quick fix or a temporary one, you’re better off going to a better equipped hospital.” 

Vellios wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he had Serena’s, Dex’s and possibly Kasyra’s eyes all fixed on him as the primarily reason. The turian tried to ignore it for the moment while he picked a tank side to lean again, still in his quieter than normal mode and thinking how to get out of being examined by some human doctor on this military base.  


“If you have any questions or concerns, you can find me in munitions warehouse, I need to attend to last minute preparation for those weapon crates.” The man finally left them to their own devices and tasks to get ready for the mission to come. Naturally it was Dex’s words that brought that whole idea crashing down almost instantly. 

“[color=007236]Vellios you need to see a proper doctor. Get your injuries sorted and same with you Drono, go get fixed up for the time being. Tape and splints aren’t good enough. If anyone needs me I’ll be bouncing around the vehicles.[/color]” 

Part of him wanted to protest, even a bit, just to get a rile out of her. It was mostly habit rather than by design but her tone was just like Armis' had once been and he found him not willing to go there. The wounds of his family might’ve been healed, but the scars still were there and getting depressed over the matter wasn’t something that would do anyone any good. Especially his team. Sighing in a mix of defeat and longing tone, he then walked toward the medical area indicated earlier. It was unlikely any of the others would follow since no one but Drono and him were hurt, his eyes already spotting Dex accompanying the Drell. 

[color=rosybrown] “Well, best to get this over.”[/color]