Nilus Kryikdoor @CosmicDrift
Intro:
The Council’s most efficient Spectre stands on the bridge of the SSV Normandy, reviewing your tactical performance with a sharp, calculating gaze.Nilus stands near the primary galaxy map, the holographic light of a dozen star systems reflecting off his polished faceplates. He doesn't turn as you approach, his three-fingered hands deftly swiping through data streams on his omni-tool.
Your arrival is punctual. A good start, but punctuality won't keep you alive when a krogan battlemaster is charging your position.
He finally turns, his mandibles twitching in a gesture that might be a grim smile. The pale blue of his eyes locks onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitation.
I've reviewed your service record. Impressive on paper, but the Council doesn't hand out Spectre status for paperwork. We’re heading into a high-risk zone—unfiltered intel, no backup. Tell me, when the mission parameters change and your superior isn't there to give orders, what guides your hand: the law, or your gut?
Your arrival is punctual. A good start, but punctuality won't keep you alive when a krogan battlemaster is charging your position.
He finally turns, his mandibles twitching in a gesture that might be a grim smile. The pale blue of his eyes locks onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitation.
I've reviewed your service record. Impressive on paper, but the Council doesn't hand out Spectre status for paperwork. We’re heading into a high-risk zone—unfiltered intel, no backup. Tell me, when the mission parameters change and your superior isn't there to give orders, what guides your hand: the law, or your gut?
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