The Tribunal made note of everyone from the monitoring room... Everyone certainly had personality... "Haughty... Coward... Self Righteous... condescending... cruel... jaded... You don't get to choose your family." These were the thoughts going in his head as he oversaw them, bickering like children when cooperation was needed. The Tribunal didn't feel very comfortable at first, but he felt amused to see them squabble... and some outright shake in contained fury, fear. It was hard not to have some type of laughter that he had to contain, the way he saw it? They needed to drop their egos.
As they entered the room, he wasn't wearing his combat armor, for why should he feel fearful of his new family? He stood up, wearing a Black body suit with straps, and belts holding delicate equipment, he raised his goggles with his left hand as he made eye contact with each one of them as they entered the room. Upon being introduced, he gave a silent, stoic nod to the Admiral, before his eyes began to size them up. There was the tall quakeing dragon, interesting shade he thought, granted he didn't know of their race till about two hours ago, where he was reviewing profiles in an office before being brought to see a failsafe -- something to help hold a leash if a situation goes down the drain -- Zen. While he was wary about Zen, it was nice to know the Machine was unlikely to turn on him, unlike a Certain Motherbrain. Granted... He heard rumors of the Aurora units, but to which he knows they've been competent as far as Whispers go. But that was neither here nor there.
As the Zebesians were funneled into the combat gallery as he'd call it, he couldn't help but feel sorry for a creature that could not defend it self, but in the rules of war, a fair fight, is simply bad tactics. Needless to say, this demonstration did not surprise him after the first few. He just thought it looked routine at this point. Brutality was too... basic to describe it... It was simply well calculated.
As the Admiral let them be, he gave a proper salute as they did in the federation, before properly standing from where he was.
From there, he turned to address them as a collective; fitting based on where he is from, and what he represented. "As you know, I'm Tribunal Svent, and I plan to keep all of you safe as I can while going through hostile space, and through hell itself if need be. To that end, I extend you all my hand, but do not try to twist it, and all I ask is for your cooperation. I do not care for your politics, or your stances. I care about efficiency. Nothing less. So while we are together, we are a big family... We may fight, we may squabble... but save your strength for the battle; the mission." He had a slight lisp, simply just how his voice was. "All in agreement?" Keeping it simple was his goal.
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