Three Humans shuffled their way around the operations center of their frigate. Moving from terminal to terminal, checking all possible systems that the ship's AI did not have time to check. It was an incredibly menial task, for two war heroes and a young woman to carry out, scanning the entirety of the Terminus systems for all signs of unlawful activity. For the past ten years, these three humans had become vigilantes. Hunting down and eliminating the few pirates and mercenaries that still roamed the Terminus systems. Though they were few, the vigilantes were even fewer.
The room was dark, with naught but the bright blue galaxy map in the center of the room to illuminate it. But this a cold feeling of serenity to the ship's crew as they made small talk, all the while strenuously working away to rid the galaxy of the only threat that remained to peace. The ship's captain stood at approximately six feet tall, making him quite the towering figure to the young Italian woman who was crouched beside him fiddling with all manners of wires and plugs within the terminals of the operations room. His skin was a half-cast brown, due to his mother's Jamaican heritage and his father's British origins. He was strong and well built for a man who had been through so much, especially considering the fact his hair now started to grey.
"Attention crew. This vessel is being hailed for communications by an unknown source aboard the citadel. Would you like me to dismiss the call?" Came forth a voice from the ship's PA system, it's voice was a blend of both sine and square sound-waves, with it closely resembling a woman of Australian origin. The captain then looked over to the middle-aged woman at his right, whose hair was a dark brunette shade, with eyes of identical pigment. Her skin was fairly pale, due to extended periods of time operating in space.
"Charlotte, you're up." He said with a light laugh in his voice, smiling all the while.
"When are you going to start playing the politician Clarkey?" Charlotte responded to her long time friend, standing to her feet and pulling her hair behind her head. Her voice was more akin to that of an Asari than a Human. Wrapping it up with a small black hairband, tying it into a ponytail as she walked out of the room. She left through the door on the right side of the operations center, which allowed her to instantly enter the communications room. Which was fairly sized room, containing naught but a table and three leather lounge chairs. As well as an ashtray and of course the holographic image projector and speakers.
In a few moments a flicker of light filled the room, turning on then back off and repeating this action. This was due to a mass power fluctuation caused by damage sustained in a recent engagement with a Blood Pack cruiser. The woman reached into her right pocket and pulled out a packet of twenty sovereign branded cigarettes, wasting no time in removing the cellophane wrapper around the box. Quickly pulling a single cigarette from the packet and placing it between her lips, just as a life-sized projection of Councilor Hackett appeared in the room.
"Charlotte. Good to see you're still alive and kicking."