[center][h1][color=gold]Kajina Yates[/color][/h1]
[I]Location: Anvil Station, Commissary. 
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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Outside the commissary, Chur’R-Jev didn’t appear as talkative to Yates. Walking alongside the jackal unnerved the marine. In both the battlefield and in the training simulations they often fought against one another. To walk side by side with a jackal for something so banal as a conference meeting didn’t ease her worry. Additionally, why was her name called along with so many high ranking officers? What did they need her for?

Inside the conference room, a stranger introduced himself as General Sullivan from ONI then gestured to a gold plated elite general representing the Swords of Sangelios. Yates straightened her back before saluting to the officers. Glancing between the available seats, she questioned where the appropriate place was to sit. Would it be seen as presumptuous or overeager to sit to close near the front near her superiors? Though sitting too far may mark her as disinterested or anxious around others. With a quiet breath, Yates seated herself near the middle of the room yet closer to the front. Yates kept her eyes focused on the tablet in front of her picturing a Marathon Class Cruiser. She reached forward towards the tablet ready to sift through the documents, yet stayed her hand at the last minute. With a general from the Swords of Sanghelios, Tapo'Hatam, and worst of all, now an ONI agent attending and leading the meeting, sweat dripped from the back of her neck. Why did they request her?