Zaal'Koris slid the datapad across the table and leaned back. Behind the visor on his mask, his face was grim. Of course, the man at the other
end of the table couldn't see that. A single light hung in the small room, illuminating the center of the table and not much else. The quarian
across the table reached out and grabbed the datapad in his three-fingered hand. He looked at it for a minute, then set it down. A gravelly
voice rang across the room. "Is this it? All we have?" Koris sat up and picked up the datapad. He sighed audibly. "Afraid so. Probes went
dead a day later." He looked down at the datapad. The other quarian sat quietly. Koris' pulled up a photo and turned the datapad to face
the other man. "This is all the turian scouts got before their signal dropped." Koris flipped the datapad around again and continued working
on it. After almost a minute of total silence, he looked up again. "We don't have any sizable force to spare, and even if we did, they would
attract far too much attention. Your team is small enough to make the insertion without detection, and you have the..." Koris paused,
searching for the right word. "...expertise. The expertise necessary to pull this off." Silence filled the room. He's thinking about it, thought
Koris nervously. The other quarian was below him in rank, but was well respected, and had a reputation as the best the Migrant Fleet had to
offer. He wasn't someone who was selected for a mission because it was easy, and that was precisely why Koris picked him. If anyone had
the skill to pull off what Koris had planned, it was this man and his team. The sound of the man's voice startled Koris out of thought. "How do
we get to the objective?" Koris breathed a sigh of relief. He's in. He looked down at the datapad and quickly pulled up a map. "You and your
team take a small scout ship and meet with the turian team around Palaven. You take a shuttle to the turian FOB outside Ciprintine here.
After that, you and the turians move unnoticed to your objective." Koris looked up. "Then, all thats left is extraction." The low chuckle from
across the table reverberated off the grey, metal walls. The other quarian spoke. "Give me an hour to assemble my team." Koris smiled
underneath his mask. "I assume that means-" Kal'Reegar leaned forward into the light, exposing his bright red suit and black visor. "I'm in.