"I would appreciate it if you don't talk to me in such a demeaning, and to be frank, disgusting tone again. You are not my father, you are my commanding officer. My father is in a hospital somewhere, recovering from an attack on my home planet by the Cruxi. And as for the research opportunity, that's a damn shame." Drake went back to his place in the group, giving a yawn, as he looked much more relaxed and low energy. He slowly formed a holo-computer, then a scanner with his nanos, then proceeded to fiddle with them, seemingly going over designs for his next type of nanobot type.

"I hope that whoever's supposed to get here, does it soon. This wait is going to kill me if we don't get to see those frameworks soon."