A large armored form moved through the halls, boots padding quietly on the ground, mandibles pressed taught against his face as Sirun Tevict made his way to the designated meeting area. It had been a little over a week since Sirun had returned to Noveria, usually acting as a sleeper agent for Aurora, he rarely had the pleasure of being on Noveria for any extended period of time, and the fact that he was on this frigid rock had put him in a slightly foul mood. Afterall, it was no secret that Turian's did not enjoy cold weather.
The ex-Spectre had been contacted for Aurora after being relieved of his Spectre duties almost 3 years back. The Council deemed his methods too "harsh" for them to stand behind him for much longer, a shocking claim when they had backed Saren until he was practically at their front door with his Geth army and they still managed to stand behind him. He had figured he had exposed a weak point in their fine armor, started poking a tender spot that they wanted left alone but that small piece of his past now. Now he was with Aurora, where he could utilize all his abilities to their full extent, where they read his dossier and paired him with fitting tasks for his skills and weaknesses. All that mattered was getting the job done, and doing it right. That was how he operated.
The tall, pale-faced Turian's golden hawk-like eyes did not rest on anyone for too long, almost everyone in the building kept to themselves, even in such trying times. Sirun could only imagine that not many people stayed in such a building for too long, only passing through to exchange intel, dossiers, or pick up new objectives. That was the way Sirun liked it, straight to the point, without the flourish of unnecessary words or formalities, Aurora was cut and dry.
The sterile fluorescent lights illuminated the sandy bone coloration of his plates, tinged with grey and marked with distinct regional tattoos in an inky black hue. The black ran down the lengths of each bony protrusion of his head, a single pinstripe traveled the great distance of his lengthy fringe, mandibles were completely stained with black, and a single line ran vertically down the center of his lower lip. As a talon clad finger pressed the button for the elevator to the main level of the building he couldn't help but listen to the muddled murmurs of far off voices, muffled by walls and muted by the sounds of movement from the few figures that walked briskly down the halls, rushing off to their next destination. The elevator door whizzed open easily and in a few seconds he was at his floor. Another cluster of minutes passed by as he made his way down the lengthy halls and he was finally slipping into the debriefing room. He positioned himself in a seat nearest to the back wall, and the exit, where he awaited the commander in an alert but at ease position and waited for the meeting to begin.
It was not long before every one had settled into their seats and an aged human entered the room, as the Armstrong awaited any stragglers Sirun couldn't help but notice Armstrong's single eye single out a member of the room, calculating and recalling information perhaps? Humans were fairly easy to read, very expressive with their faces and eyes, but he could never be too sure. The contemplative look disappeared as he broke his gaze and began to inform the room of their current objective, using his omnitool to portion out information to everyone as he pulled up a hologram of a station that Sirun was all too familiar with. The hazy rock, a bandit's haven ruled by the dreaded pirate queen Aria T'loak. He was still held contacts in all major gangs and a few smaller ones as well, although he hadn't shown his face on Omega in over 2 years. Luckily for him, with all his years of working on that piss hole of a station he had managed to create a good amount of ties, whose sticky tendrils even reached as far as Aria herself. But it was only natural that Aria would hold an idle curiosity in an ex-Spectre that shows up on her front door but it was not long before he fell off of her radar.
Sirun was not very surprised he had been chosen for this mission, and for this team, he previous dealings on Omega, with the Council, and the vast array of missions he had completed for Aurora all over the galaxy had earned him this spot. His extensive Turian Military training made him a top class combatant in both standard weapons, sharp shooting, as well as hand to hand combat.
The mission sounded easy enough, it was not his first time dealing with the goons from Blue Suns and Blood Pack but staying off Aria's radar was easier said than done, she would most likely have the ship tagged right when it enters through the relay, but they would have to deal with one thing at a time.
Sirun slowly raised from his seat and made made his way out of the door. Luckily for him an hour would be more than enough time to collect his belongings from his room. Being in the military for the majority of his life, he had learned to live out of a standard issued military bag. Such a Spartan way of living was comforting to him, reminding him of life back on Palaven when things were simple and the ignorance of youth still upheld his goals. It had been 6 years since he had last visited Palaven and he honestly wasn't sure he would want to, at least not after he had been dropped from the Spectres and virtually disappeared a few months after. A sigh passed through his slightly parted lips as he leaned on the wall as he waited for the elevator to arrive, mandibles idly twitching as he snapped out of his train of thought and let his predatory golden eyes watch dully as the light indicated the elevator plummeting back down to the main level.