"I-- we-- are confident that you will do great things for this operation, Admiral. But we want to remind you again that at the end of the day, the Unity answers to us. We provide the many resources she needs to operate: the money, the publicity, the information, among others; we are her lifeblood. I doubt you have any love for politics, Admiral, and that's one of the reasons we chose you to lead this vessel, but I'm sure you also know that these are necessary evils." Angorles paused, searching for any sign of how Rantellik was reacting to this reminder. "That being said, we will give you plenty of space to operate the ship as you see fit. You'll only hear from us every now and then, but please remember to send weekly reports our way."
Angorles was the always the assertive one, sometimes uneloquently so. Fortunately, Laisia R'Lan offered a more diplomatic approach to their endeavors. In an attempt to smooth any wrinkles in the admiral's trust, she said, "But this is a symbiotic relationship; if you find yourself in need of anything-- supplies, specialists, information, ship upgrades, perhaps some leeway of the law-- we will not hesitate to give it to you." She smiled; it wasn't meant to be warm or comforting, only to convey professional courtesy to the admiral. "Now we have to be going. We have a meeting with the press in a few minutes. Admiral Rantellik, it has been an honor." Laisia bowed her head respectfully and moved past the turian on her way to the door. Angorles gave Rantellik a nod and followed the matriarch. The human offered him an anxious smile before rushing off.