Jaova collects herself, then steps towards the door in question. "Perhaps we should go and meet with your father, Nixidonia. And we can figure everything out?"
The turian runs a hand along her forehead, following the alabaster browplate until it terminates at the peak of her head. "Let's do that," she finally agrees, shaking off the shock. Much and more needed to still be explained, and her people were never prone to acts of extreme hesitation. Jaova smiles in response, and proves to be the second one through the utility door as Nixidonia leads the group into the hanger proper.
A lengthy hall greets them, all gracefully designed steel and glass, the walls to each side terminating in the communal round all the other bays eventually led to. The design provides a modicum of privacy, while allowing unfettered access for the various services the port offered. Between the blast door and the center, meanwhile, sits a low slung craft of vaguely military design.
Ordo Invicta II is painted in dark grey on the otherwise silver spacecraft, just below the deeply tinted windows of the cockpit up front. Turian-built, the
Ordo is of a generally teardrop shape, with a bulbous front that terminates in a tapered tale, beneath which the barest outline of a cargo door can be seen. A short stubby wing extends off each side, but they are far too short to provide any means of lift, instead acting as housings for the engine located in each, both currently swiveled downward, presumably a requirement to land. A second set of engine cowlings emerge near the vehicle's tail, but its the nearest wing that draws the most attention, as a turian moves slowly down the ladder hanging from it.
His movements are slow, shambling even. Its almost painful to watch him descend, the ailment explained when his armored feet finally find the ground and he turns, revealing both a heavy brace set around his right leg and a cane clenched between his jaws. Removing the carbon fiber latter, he approaches, a strained expression on his worn and pitted facial plates.
"Julius, you could have dropped the cargo door, there is no need to use the ladd--" Jaova may have meant well, but the turian male's mandibles only flare as he cuts her off.
"Nonsense," he grumbles, drawing to a halt before the assembled group. Once stationary, his crippled leg is mostly hidden by the half-cape that drapes over his shoulder. The only other pierce of ornamentation is a small lapel pin attached to his armor's collar, which is otherwise plain and utilitarian. "Your
appointment," he seems to disapprove of the word, "went well Jaova?"
The asari smiles, revealing the white of her teeth. "Of course."
The alert softly beeps, indicating impending arrival to the Dock, and the hatches start depressurizing in anticipation.
Anything further on the subject is sidelined by the arrival of Seluj, Yan, and Tala, the full body suit, robotic arm, and holographic nature all earning a variety of stares, respectively.
"Perhaps we should try this again," Adilet speaks up, gesturing for the new arrivals to approach. Only Tala remains someway off, her arms collected behind her back, staring up at the
Ordo."Name, occupation, reason to be here?" The human suggests, then offers himself up as an example. "I am Adilet Merida-Vickers, presumably the intended doctor for the expedition."
The aged turian male is next, his cane snapping against the floor as he stands as straight as he can. "Colonel Julius Natalus, retired." A gesture over his shoulder follows. "And this is my ship," and then to the woman next to him. "And this is my daughter."
"Nixidonia," she repeats for the newcomers, as she offers arm to her father. The male abandons his parade posture, leaning on her heavily. "The others just call me Nix, though. I'm first mate."
Following the circle they had formed lands on the jacketed asari next. "And my name is Jaova Avetis." When Adilet suggests she explain her role on the ship, she only smiles, looking towards the newly arrived quarian to go next.