As Talus stood stone still, he gazed at the reporters and politicians that were in attendance. [i] I wonder how many of these people actually care about the reapers over their next campaign. [/i] He thought, as he reminded himself of how much he hated politics. Talus also wondered what it would be like working with a mix of different races. He wasn't give much time at all to meet anyone before they were ordered to stand at attention behind the podium. [i] Humans, Volus, Asari, hmph, it seems we're one big melting pot. This is gonna be a helluva ride. [/i] Once their commander finished his speech, the crew was ordered aboard the ship to begin their journey. 

A feeling of excitement washed over Talus as he crossed the threshold of the airlock. He was given a layout of the ship, but it would still take time to learn his way around the place. Talus didn't really know where to start. He was a combat specialist, and didn't really have any knowledge on how to operate a ship. He wasn't sure if he should start mingling with the crew or check on his equipment. [i] Well, I guess my stuff isn't gonna be movin any time soon. [/i] He thought to himself. Talus then turned around to see the rest of the crew and spoke up; "Well, I guess someone needs to start introductions. The name's Talus Oravian. I'll be apart of the ground crew fighting those ugly bastards face-to-face."