[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b]Tristan's Quarters[/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr]

	Tristan looked up from his couch as Fisher entered his chambers. The man was sitting there with his data pad, flicking through files. It seemed he was up to nothing? "The investigation over with that quickly?" he asked in a snarky voice with a smirk playing on his oversized lips before he looked back down at the data pad and kept flipping through the files he had pulled up. Most were personnel files, Silvia's being one of them. 

	Over Fishers com Craig pipped in to Fisher. "Tom, dude, we have a bit of an issue down at the main entrance to the Tower. Seems the Brax'Na are back and they ain't happy. Silvia went down but I am getting a bad feeling in the bottom of my gut. Think you could head down there and make sure they haven't done anything? The camera's for that area are down currently because of the damages from the mistossed ship earlier."

	Things were indeed heated down at the entrance. A rather large and rotund Brax'Na was standing there barking and yelling about supplies not having gotten to the village. Silvia was standing on a set of crates to be eye to eye with the man yelling right back at him. Things were definitely getting heated. The Brax'a hated talents, they hated women for other than breeding purposes. And right then there was a high ranking female talent standing toe to tow with a man that was nearly twice her height and triple her weight. She wasn't even flinching though as he kept getting closer to her and threatening to put her in her place. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b]The Commissary[/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr]

	Marx Snorted a bit as he heard Tryke's assement of Tristan, taking a moment before he went back to taking a drink of his water. Setting the glass down he chuckled. "Oh he sounds like an absolute dream to work for. Sorry, just a bit odd to me to have a crew despise their T1 so much. They are a trying bunch to say the least, I know ours is but she is damn good and gets the job done. Now, Silvia on the other hand, that is a woman in a league of her own. Would think she a Miner the way she acts, not T1," he said as he went back to eating. 

	Glancing over at Tryke as she mentioned his arm he beamed brightly and put his fork down. Holding it out a bit he moved it and grinned from ear to ear. "You like that? You have good taste and a good eye. Indeed it is a custom job. It's a prototype we are testing back on Earth. GTC doesn't keep us as updated out there as they do towers like yours so we have to make due. This usually pushes us to come up with shall I say, unique inventions. This little baby is actually a mini version of a crystal generator like the ones T1's use to power Black Crystals but it powers a shard. Orange in this case," he explained as he turned in his seat so that his arm was away from the table. 

	"Go ahead, you can have a closer to look. Touch it is you want. I don't mind" he said offering out his arm as he held it up for her. "Sorry, rather proud of this little baby." He chuckled a bit as he went back to eating as he held his arm there for Tryke to do as she wished.