[b][indent][color=#800000][h3]Shipmaster Chur'R-Jev,[/h3]Tec, & Nol
Anvil Station, Conference Room Seven[/color][/indent][/b][hr]
A human commander, Sullivan, and a Sangheili General, Chuka'Mdaham. Chur’R-Jev stared, head cocking for just a moment at the illuminated section providing a human cruiser for observation. The target, likely. What was there to be had from a human cruiser? No details had yet shown, and wistfully the Kig-Yar thought through how many such cruisers had been boarded and taken throughout that War of Annihilation. Not many, not many at all. 

Of course, that the ship was the target suggested something had gone wrong by the humans themselves. Perhaps the ship had failed to report, suffering a malfunction. Perhaps the ship had been boarded by those fanatics who yet felt that the War of Annihilation had not yet concluded to their satisfaction. A glance followed at Tapo'hatam and Chuka'Mdaham with that thought. The Swords had proven their interests to some degree, but there were always fanatics among the Sangheili.

They were waiting for another, though, who soon arrived along with an escort of humans - police, as Chur’R-Jev understood it. The other, a Lucy Holden, seemed to have annoyed them. Interesting. Of course the Sangheili offered to take custody. A fool. He had no role in the whole of the issue, especially when so many others were here and did have a role there. Honor and pride, thee Kig-Yar thought derisively. Then another entered, one of the false Demons. The Shipmaster merely watched, pushing off the wall he was leaning against to grab one of the devices from the table before leaning against the wall again. 

A glance at the device confirmed that it was not yet displaying, and he looked up at Sullivan and Chuka'Mdaham expectedly, head cocking for another moment. They had a briefing to start, and there was no reason to delay.