[Darlene Delk]

Head Scribe Hadron

Hadron lazily got out of his cot and slipped his robes on. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and put on his glasses, then walked out into the white hallway.

"Oh, this is not a good day for me... finally got all the custom ANGELs in one place now I have to send them all hurtling down toward Earth in a tin can.... Sometimes I wonder about the mental capacities of our dear leaders. Oh well! I'm not exactly "sensible" most of the time anyway!" Hadron said aloud, making some of the other scribes/engineers turn and look at him oddly. He gave them a slight shrug and continued walking, not caring about what they thought.

He was the one who made the ANGELs after all. They couldn't compare to his mental capabilities, he was far too ahead of them for that. At least he thought so. Even if his methods were not exactly... "ethical" or "morally obscene". He smiled to himself and kept on walking. Eventually, he slowly but surely made his way to the elevator to the main command center.

Already inside the elevator was a man in his mid-twenties waiting for him. The man was Hadron's assistant, Damon. Damon had been a huge help to Hadron in the creation of the ANGELs, even if Hadron himself would never admit it. He did appreciate all the hard work the young man put in.

"Head Scribe sir! The pilots are here and the Patriarch himself is waiting for you! Please sir, you must make haste!" Damon said, looking a bit out of breath.

"Calm down boy. They all can wait. After all, we are in the middle of space. Where else can they go?" Hadron said with a smirk.

The ride up the elevator was a long one. Hadron's ears' hurt from the scolding Damon had given him about not making the leaders wait. When they finally arrived, Hadron stepped out quickly, giving an exasperated sigh.

"Damon, make yourself useful and go make sure everything is in order for our guests. Make sure the suits are there and the nano-bots are successfully equipped on the ANGELs. If they are not, then fix it. So help me, if they aren't ready, I'm shoving you out the airlock." Hadron ordered.

Damon, red in the face from anger, reluctantly acknowledged and stormed off toward the hanger. Hadron grinned.

Like I haven't heard it all from Lord Alan already. "Hadron, people are not test subjects. Hadron, you can't rip off their limbs just because they didn't meet your standards." Honestly, how do they expect me to make an omelet without smashing a few eggs? So what if a few hundred tribals die in the the process? Science waits for no one!

Hadron came out of his thoughts with a smile and walked up the ramp to where the Patriarch was waiting. He bowed to the man and spoke.

"Hello Patriarch Traven. I do hope everything with the war is going ok. I am ready to recieve our guests." he said with a smile, then paused for a moment, remembering something Alan had messaged him not long ago.

"Oh yes, before I forget, the Arch-Lord wants something done with that Tucker person. I'm sure you were messaged about this already, but just thought I'd make sure. If you aren't sure what to do with him, might I suggest leaving him with me? I'm sure he could be a great "help" with my experiments. I've always wanted to see what happens when you shove a man through an airlock. I heard their heads explode."

[lauren cleaves]

Patriarch William Traven

Traven turned when he heard the hiss of the slide doors as they opened for Hadron, the head scientist of the ANGELS project. Hadron was a quirky individual, and it had taken Traven time to become accustomed to Hardon's rather unusual lack of decorum when it came to matters of rank and military prodecure. This was notwithstanding the fact that the Patriarch has suspicions that the man was a sociopath, albeit a sociopath with a brilliant mind and an odd sense of humor,

"Hello Patriarch Traven. I do hope everything with the war is going ok. I am ready to recieve our guests." he said with a smile.

Traven smiled slightly and responded, "Ah, Hardon, I had been expecting you. I have just been informed of the arrival of our Special Operations Pilots. They should be at the bridge shortly."

Hardon then continued speaking as he had apparently just remember something,

"Oh yes, before I forget, the Arch-Lord wants something done with that Tucker person. I'm sure you were messaged about this already, but just thought I'd make sure. If you aren't sure what to do with him, might I suggest leaving him with me? I'm sure he could be a great "help" with my experiments. I've always wanted to see what happens when you shove a man through an airlock. I heard their heads explode."

Nodding grimly, Traven replied with a smirk, "Indeed, I was informed of this matter not too long ago. The ArchLord contacted one of my trusted Inquisitorial aids to file an arrest order. Once we meet the group he'll be apprehended. As for the matter of his fate, he will need to go through the proper judicial channels first. After that, considering the sorts of reports I've been hearing about this man, I may be able to 'arrange' his reassignment to the ANGEL scientific division. After that he's your charge. "

[Vincent Joe]

Alistair Wright - Volgin - Athos Space Station Perimeter

Sailing serenely through space, the Volgin passed along onto its detination. Alistair had tuned out of the conversation once Tara butted in and stole Xane attention away. For that, the pilot was actually rather grateful. The chatting had been enough for his taste, it would last him at least a little while. His mind was pressed on other matters. Previous military campaigns ran through his head, bodies strewn about, twisted machinery lay upon the bloodied ground. It was the Khan Empire all over again. What a gruesome ordeal it had been, so much death, so much destruction. But the ace had served honorably, courageously, valiantly. Singlehandedly eviscerating opposition that had pinned down a friendly squad and saving his besieged comrades. Truly, it was something to remember.

Now was a different time, he wasn't allowed the privilege of being a lone wolf on the battlefield, stalking his prey. Keeping some blundering buffoons alive was on his list now as well, they'd only weigh him down. He also had to worry about his wife back home, even more than usual. Confidence however, was not lacking either times, it was only amplified now if anything. Alistair had been chosen by the Arch-Lord personally to carry out this mission, it was the highest of honors. Plus, he had someone who was at least remotely like him in his presence this go as well. There was no such thing as failure, only victory. That had always been the case, no matter what, there was no changing it.

Snapping back to the present in a flash, the ace peered put the window to behold the mind-boggling enormity of Athos outside, every time he saw it, he reveled in it's magnificence. Volgin was docking in but a moment. The pilot stood once the craft stabilized and rose from his seat, taking no time in following the others outside a little bit. Alistair noted the excitement Tara exhibited and could not suppress the smile that formed on his lips. Her exuberance reminded him of a child, almost, he almost even found it cute. If he had privacy, he would have openly laughed at himself, cute, how absurd.

Tailing behind the group for a moment, Alistair took point a moment later, searching for the first entrance to the marvelous feat of technology.

[jeremey wisor]

Xane Straza

Everyone stood up, and Xane knew they were all ready to role, so he and the group stepped out of the plane. Outside, a contingent of Midwesten Honor Guard members met them, armor ever shining in the white light. Truly dazzling. They gave a small nod to the group and formed up around them, ushering on.

The group complied, and began their walk through the corridors of the space station. Xane's eyes stung a bit from the light, as he still hadn't adjusted from the quiet darkness of the craft yet. Around him, he could see the vast expanse of space from behind the windows of the hall. The hall itself looked completely spotless, sterile like a hospital, maybe even cleaner. Xane could see his reflection in the polished floor even. It was truly a wondrous place, reminded Xane of...

The lab.

Xane shook the thoughts from his head and continued walking. Eventually, the group was led to a large elevator, one Xane knew would lead up to the main control bridge. The group entered and one of the Guard pressed a few buttons. The doors of the elevator glided shut, and the elevator itself gracefully and effortlessly went up. Finally, they arrived. Xane stepped out into the bridge and walked up with the rest of the group toward Traven and Hadron.

And there they were. There HE was. Xane's blood felt like it turned to ice. He didn't show it on the outside, but inside he could feel it. Hadron stared at him mercilessly. The man's eyes felt like they were staring right into the young man's soul. Xane felt cold. Hadron however, simply smiled at the boy and looked away, nodding at the rest of the group. Xane relaxed a bit.

Keep it together. Got to keep it together.

Xane shifted his gaze onto Traven and the man's bright white robes and dropped to one knee, bowing. He lowered his head.

"My lord Patriarch. Xane Straza, commander of this group. Awaiting your orders milord."

[Madison Poo]

Patriarch William Traven

Traven stood silently waiting on the bridge next to the scientist Hadron, surrounded by his Honor Guard. After the passing of a few minutes, he and his awaiting group heard the sound of the elevator stop on the bridge floor. The doors opened with a slight hiss and before them stood the expectant ANGEL pilots, who appeared to be quite wide-eyed at the spectacle that was the Athos.

Immediately the lead individual who the Patriarch recognized to be Xane knelt down before Traven,

"My lord Patriarch. Xane Straza, commander of this group. Awaiting your orders milord."

"Rise Xane, " Traven replied with a motion of his hand, "It is good to see you again. Your reputation as a fine pilot and loyal soldier of the Brotherhood is known and recognized by myself. ArchLord Burns speaks quite highly of you as always. I am proud to have you aboard the Athos today."

Lifting his head slightly to look at the rest of the group, Traven opened his robed arms in a welcoming gesture and addressed the pilots in a lofty and warming tone,

"Welcome all of you to the Athos Space Station. Quite a splendid sight if I do say so myself. I am sure that you know who I am, and if you did not then Commander Xane has just provided that answer. None the less, I feel it proper to give a formal introduction," Traven paused for a moment for emphasis before continuing.

"I am Patriarch William Traven, second to his majesty Emperor Simon Barnaky and first among equals on the Synod Council, " he said with an emphatic flair.

[Joe Bonney]

Xane Straza

"Rise Xane, " Traven replied with a motion of his hand, "It is good to see you again. Your reputation as a fine pilot and loyal soldier of the Brotherhood is known and recognized by myself. ArchLord Burns speaks quite highly of you as always. I am proud to have you aboard the Athos today."

At Traven's words, Xane rose up.

"Thank you Milord. I appreciate the praise and swear to you I shall not let it be in vain. I'm proud to serve as always." Xane said, a warm smile gracing the young man's face. Somehow, Traven being here set him at ease. Hadron's occasional stare was piercing, but Xane did his best to ignore it. He thought he did a good job.

Traven welcomed them all to Athos and Xane nodded happily. He was glad to be aboard the grand station that he had already spent a considerable amount of time on, and no one could deny the absolutely stunning view of the Earth from up here. It really put things into perspective for the young man.

His blood chilled again when Hadron spoke. Up here in space, it felt like he couldn't run anywhere. Like there was only so far he go before the scientist would catch him. The very thought made him shiver. He scolded himself in his mind. Here he was, a super soldier by very definition, afraid of a scientist.

Doesn't help that scientist is a psychopath. He created the ANGELs, who knows what else he's capable of doing.

Hadron's words echoed through the bridge. Xane wanted to cringe, but resisted the urge.

"And a welcome from myself as well! We have been expecting you all. I do hope your ready for your mission. Should be... interesting to say the least." Hadron said with a smile.

[Steven Nicholson]

Alistair Wright - Space Station Athos Interior

A moment passed before the group of elite ANGEL pilots were met by Midwestern guards, garbed in impressive shining power armor. Alistair had always liked the armor that the betters of the soldier ranks in the Midwestern Brotherhood, it had a sinister quality to it, yet it was commanding, fierce. All in all, he preferred the look of the Knight, since it was modeled after the power armor he'd worn in his days of battling as a Paladin. Now he had the Knight, no longer was he common foot-soldier rabble. The Honor Guards nodded curtly to them and began to lead them down the corridors to their destination.

Athos was truly a sight, even on the inside. White floors, white walls, white everything, almost blinding. The ace studied the surroundings and admired them, gazing out the window into the dark void of space occasionally. He'd visited the station many times but it was something one couldn't flush from the mind, it was a new experience every time. Soon, the team found themselves in an elevator, they'd all filed in and waited as one of the guards pressed the buttons that sent them flying up. Literally seconds later, they were inside the chambers of Patriarch Traven.

The group stepped outside, right into the cold stares of Hadron and Traven. Traven not as ominous as Hadron, which one would suspect to be a fool's notion. Alistair had met both of them before, on occasions when his mission required it. Which, after becoming a pilot and serving in the Michigan Federation and Khan Empire campaigns, was somewhat often. Hadron was someone he'd never quite gotten a feel for, yet he sensed they were oddly similar. They'd talked before, discussing matters of the Knight and such things, even weapon designs once or twice. The two shared a fascination with the ANGELs and the mech concept itself, nothing could compare to them.

As to Traven, the pilot had never had extended contact with him, only brief introductions and the like. Rarely was it they met to discuss a mission, since even being in the highest echelon of military service, Alistair was greatly below Traven. There was a air of respect between the two though.

Xane approached them first and exchanged words with the both of them. Alistair noticed something ever so slightly... off with Xane, as if something had changed him. The Master Pilot was next, he walked and took a knee beside his like-minded compatriot. He bowed his head and spoke in a loud voice, clear as day.

He bowed his head and spoke in a loud voice, clear as day. " Lord Patriarch, 'tis a pleasure that our paths meet once more. As you know; I am Alistair Wright, some call me the Red Swordsman, announce my person anyway you desire, milord. I have come along with this group, lead by the capable and decorated Xane Straza, to battle whatever this new presence is. It shall not defy our wishes, encroach upon our territory, or steal our valuable knowledge. Whatever you wish of me, however I may aid in combating this threat, I am ready. My blade, the Knight's, is your's. "

[LuCY sCoTT]

Patriarch William Traven

Wright bowed his head and spoke in a loud voice, clear as day. " Lord Patriarch, 'tis a pleasure that our paths meet once more. As you know; I am Alistair Wright, some call me the Red Swordsman, announce my person anyway you desire, milord. I have come along with this group, lead by the capable and decorated Xane Straza, to battle whatever this new presence is. It shall not defy our wishes, encroach upon our territory, or steal our valuable knowledge. Whatever you wish of me, however I may aid in combating this threat, I am ready. My blade, the Knight's, is your's. "

Traven smiled and gave a slow nod of his head after Alistair had finished speaking. He enjoyed the pilot's sense of honor and civility and appreciated the strong sense of loyalty the Wright had. He was truly an honorable soldier of the Brotherhood and the Patriarch could respect that,

"I thank you for your pledge of fealty 'Red Swordsmen'. You can be assured that your talents will not go wasted, nor will they go unrewarded. Fealty will be met with always be met with respect.."

Turning his gaze upward, Traven's eyes fell upon Tucker, who was timidly standing to the rear of the group. The Patriarch's eyes narrowed with anger underneath his white hood,

".....just as disloyalty will be met with punishment."

The Patriarch then lifted his hand and began speaking to the group as a whole in a loud voice which rang with authority,

"If you will all pardon the interruption in the introductions for the moment. There is something which needs to be attended to before we continue."

With a solemn face, Traven snapped his finger on his raised hand and immediately four of his Honor Guard rushed the group with their halberds pointed downward. Quickly, they came down upon Tucker as the group cleared away to make room. The guardsmen, with weapons directed at the pilot in a menacing fashion, awaited orders,

After a second of stunned silence, the sliding doors to the right of the group opened with a hiss to reveal a hooded man in black robes. Behind him stood two Paladins with laser weaponry.

"Inquisitor Praxx," Traven said as he turned to the hooded man, "If you would be so kind as to remove this man from my presence."

"Yes. Your holiness," Came the swift reply from Praxx. Praxx then turned to Tucker with a menacing glare and began speaking. His words hung in the air with dramatic emphasis,

"Lavernius Tucker, ANGEL Pilot, I arrest you in the name of his holiness Patriarch William Traven and his Lordship Alan Burns for the crimes of insubordination and sedition. You are to be placed into the custody of the Midwestern Inquisition and tried forthwith. If you are innocent of the charges laid before you then this shall be discovered through proper judicial examination. If you are guilty, then your punishment will be dealt out accordingly. In the Emperor's name, you are hearby stripped of your title and rank until such time as they are deemed fit to be reinstated."

Praxx then nodded to the gaurdsmen and one of the men hit Tucker hard with the blunt end of his halberd, sending the man reeling to the ground. Gruffly, the two Paladins behind Praxx then picked Tucker by his arms and began dragging him away back through the door with the Inquisitor following in their wake.

After the arrest, the Honor Guards returned to their place by Traven and seemed to act as if nothing had just occured. Their continued silence throughout the entirety of the proceedings creating an eerie impression. They followed orders without hesitation and without second thought,

"Now then," Traven finally continued with a warm smile, "Where were we...."

[Vera Maslar]

Astara Benson - Athos Bridge

The moment Tara stepped out of the elevator and onto the bridge, she knew that this one single step would change her life forever. Here she was, one of the elite and in the presence of none other than Patriarch William Traven. Until now, she had only heard whispered rumors about the man. Never once had she met anyone who had personally met the Patriarch. It was always "I know someone, who knows someone, who has heard from someone else about a person who has actually met the man".

Suddenly, she felt rather self-conscious and very under-dressed for the occasions. She fidgeted with her red leather jacket and tried to hang back. However, since they were just a small group, she couldn't keep that up for long. Her gaze wandered over to the creator of the ANGELs, Head Scribe Hadron and for unknown reasons, a shiver ran down her spine. She should feel honored to meet such a brilliant man, and yet, there was something about this man, the unholy light that shone within his eyes, his strange remark... it almost felt as if they were test subjects to him. And then she remembered Xane's words... "an experiment myself" and she wondered what exactly did he mean?

Tara was about to follow the example of Wright and Straza, when Patriarch Traven halted the introduction. The blood drained from her face, when she realized that he was going to apprehend Tucker and put him on trial for his uncouth behavior in front of the Arch-Lord. She always knew that the Mid-Western Brotherhood had no sense of humor, yet she had never thought that Tucker's behavior would bring such drastic results upon the man. When one of the guards hit Tucker with the blunt end of his halberd, Tara clapped her hands over her mouth, to stifle any sound of protest.

Once the guard had dragged Tucker out of the room, Tara focused back on the Patriarch and their mission.

She stepped forward and took a knee in front of Traven.

"Astara Benson, at your service, your eminence," she said with bowed head. "It is a great honor to meet you, your holiness. My life is yours to command," she stated with a sincerity and reverence she had only felt a few times in her life.

[Stephani Silva]

Xane Straza

Xane watched with a smirk as Praxx entered the scene. He knew what was coming. Tucker had the audacity to act like a child in front of his lordship and now he would pay the price. Vengeance would be swift, and it would be brutal. Of that Xane had no doubt.

Praxx ordered the Guards, and they fell upon Tucker, halberds down in attack position. Xane calmly stepped out of the way, smiling at every moment. The Guards hit Tucker in the head with the blunt end of the weapon, and the man was knocked to the floor, obviously in pain. Xane couldn't help but want to cheer them on. Maybe even get a few hits in himself. He restrained the urge however.

This is what you get worm...

The men hauled Tucker away silently to who knows where. Xane knew Tucker's fate was bleak. The Inquisition was never one for humor, and they never messed around. They were brutally efficient. It was in that moment Xane stole a glance at Hadron. What he saw sent chills up his spine.

The man was smiling, a cruel, dreadful smile. One of pure malice. Xane knew what the man was planning. Tucker was in for more pain than he bargained for. If he survived the Inquisition, he certainly wouldn't survive Hadron. Xane was sure a million thoughts of how to "experiment" with Tucker were going through the psychotic scientist's head, and it certainly did not bode well. Xane almost felt sorry for Tucker. Almost.

Once the Guards silently returned and retook their places by the Patriarch's side, Hadron spoke in a low, chilling tone.

"Well now. That was quite entertaining to say the least. Now then dear Patriarch, I would say it's time to begin the briefing wouldn't you? The suspense is absolutely killing me."

[Sophie Morrell]

Patriarch William Traven

Following the arrest, Traven continued speaking to the group in a clear voice, his hands raised slightly in front of him,

"Now, on to more important matters. As you all know, the mission of your special operation group is to infiltrate through Ronto territory and to the far North in order to uncover whatever artifact was discovered and presumably lost by the rouge Maxson group. Anything I can say about the specifics of that mission has no doubt already been said by Lord Burns. However, I myself will make something clear: you are to avoid being seen or detected in Ronto at any costs. If you must destroy an entire village of witnesses then so be it. For those of you who do not already know, the Brotherhood is in the final stages of preparation for what is to be a surprise full scale invasion of the state of Ronto. Thus, I don't believe I need to emphasize the fact that should you be caught in the course of this mission, you could very well jeopardize the success our operation and risk the lives of many of your Brothers and Sisters. Keep that in mind."

Smiling, Traven lifted up his hands and extended them over the group,

"But regardless, know this Brothers and Sisters, you go with the blessing of the Brotherhood. Your mission is an important one and sanctioned by the highest orders of the Brotherhood's leadership. Myself and ArchLord Burns wish you well on your way and you go with the personal blessing of his majesty Emperor Barnaky himself. Steel be with you brothers and sisters. Always and forever. "

Lowering his hands, Traven paused for a moment and then continued,

"Now, I believe it will be time to show you to your quarters for the night, and of course you are all invited to join me for a stately dinner this evening, as a final celebration before your drop into Ronto."

OOC: A bit sloppy but I wanted to post something to keep it moving. I'm a bit busy at the moment so my time to make a good post is limited.

[!beef]

Astara Benson - Athos

Tara's cheeks were burning, as Traven simply ignored her oath of fealty. She hastily got up and re-joined the group, feeling utterly foolish and embarrassed. Why would a man like Traven pay any attention to her anyway? She didn't come from a "noble" family. However, she believed she had proven herself in various campaigns and therefore was part of the top elite team. Why DID they chose her? Maybe it had something to do with her being a female pilot. She vowed to work even harder now to prove herself, to prove to everyone that she belongs here, that she IS part of the Elite!

Taven's words brought her back into the here and now. It was a covert ops and they had to stay hidden at all times, he stressed. Tara groaned inwardly because she liked the missions where she could rush in, guns blazing. That's what she was good at, but it is what it is.

As they waited for a guard to show them to their quarters, Tara stole glances at her fellow ANGEL pilots. Did Xane or Alistair feel apprehensive about this mission as well? Tara had hoped to dine with just the pilots, but now it seemed that dinner will be a "stately" affair, as Traven put it.

Now I wish I had packed my stately gown, Tara thought with a hint of sarcasm.

[Charlie Sarson]

Patriarch William Traven/ Paladin-Commander Redfield

When the group began to talk amongst themselves and disperse following Traven's invitation to dinner and his request that they find their quarters, the Patriarch clasped his hands together and began walking towards Tara. His white robes flowing behind him. One of his guards began to move as if to follow the Patriarch, however without turning, Traven raised his hand to indicate that the guard should stay where he was,

As he approached Tara, he folded his hands in front of him and looked her in the eyes, with a warmer gaze than he gave many,

"I must apologize my dear, I did not mean to insult you by not fully addressing your oath of loyalty. However I find such matters of fealty swearing to wear thin on my patience after some time. My philosophy has always been that I have faith in my Brothers and Sisters in the same way that they have faith in me, and I will not doubt their commitment unless given due cause. "

A slight smile grew across his face as he continued and clasped her hand to his,

"Besides, my wife would berate me if she saw me allowing an honorable woman to humble herself unnecessarily. Perhaps we are both old fashioned in that regard. For what it is worth however, I accept you oath of loyalty."

After a short pause the Patriarch released her hand and then continued,

"Now if you don't mind me saying my dear, it looks as if you could use a more stately outfit for dinner. It would exemplify class after all. I'm sure my daughter has a few of her lovely ones stored away somewhere on the ATHOS. I will have one brought to you as a personal gift. I insist upon it."

Traven chuckled slightly,

"You'll have to excuse me, I have matters which need to be attended to. Farewell Knight Benson."

As he began to turn away, his face became quite stern as he gave a look to Paladin-Commander Redfield, who nodded back and began to follow the Patriarch. Both men then exited through the sliding doors at the top of the command dais with Traven's bodyguard following. His hands folded in front of him, Traven walked side by side with Redfield,

"Who is that woman Paladin-Commander?"

Redfield looked confused for a moment, but then replied,

"Tara Benson your holiness?"

"No. Not her. The other female pilot. What is her name?"

"Ah...," Redfield said with emphasis, "That would be Viola Maxson."

Sharply the Patriarch turned his head to Redfield with an angry glare,

"A Maxson? Onboard the Athos? Highly irregular and quite insulting. Her family has renounced the Brotherhood and turned traitorous. Heretics all of them. An broken family long bereft of lordship, and certainly no longer deserving of it."

"Yes, in fact she did mention sympathy for Outer Heaven in the City of Steel," Redfield said with a concerned expression.

"I would expect nothing less. The rotten apple does not fall far from the tree. I'm sure my denouncement of Outer Heaven has given her reason to be spiteful,"

Traven turned his face to Redfield, "Commander.....I want you to keep and eye on her. Should she prove...uncooperative...."

"I will dispense justice your holiness," Redfield affirmed as he raised his hand to his chest in a salute.

"See that you do. Paladin-Commander."

With their conversation finished, the two men continued on walking down the hallway, and to the primary living quarters.

[Amber Ably]

Alistair Wright - Athos

With a wicked grin, the pilot observed the apprehension of Tucker. The pleasure he derived from seeing that pathetic peasant battered and dragged off was almost unmatched. Alistair enjoyed the way Traven solved problems, especially one as absolutely infuriating as the one he'd just dealt with. Some of the others watched on, slightly unnerved by the calmn swiftness of the arrest, not the ace. No, it was too happy of an occasion.

Another silence settled back over the room as the team waited for their briefing. It soon came. Traven gave them a run-down on everything to do with their mission. Greatly advocating, more ordering rather, stealth and discretion while in Ronto territory. It was imperative to conceal themselves, for their was an imminent attack looming. Alistair listened with his acute hearing, absorbing all the Patriarch had to say. As Traven concluded his speech, the pilot looked over to Xane and noted he seemed calm, approval followed. Leaders or comrades showing uncertainty would never have the respect of anyone in the Wright family, especially the one on this particular mission. The pilot then shifted his gaze to Tara, trying to decipher if she was up to par for this task, he couldn't much tell, aside from her seemingly slight unease.

Traven dismissed them, Alistair adjusted his stark white overcoat, situated over his equally striking white outfit. He set off, trudging down the hall to the living quarters. Moments later, he was inside them, searching for a suitable place for himself. Accommodations were adequate surely, nothing was enough to offend him or some such, the men of the Athos knew how to furnish their betters. Finding a spot, the ace set his bags down then searched them thoroughly for a suit to wear to dinner. His current attire was almost elegant enough to wear itself, but no Wright would settle for it. They would dress in their best, flash their wealth, which is exactly what the ace planned to do. Tonight, he would show he wasn't only proficient in battle.

Alistair set himself up in his quarters, then changed into some more casual clothes. Planning to relax before touching glasses with one of the most important men in the Brotherhood.

[April]

Xane Straza

Xane calmly listened with intent to Traven's words. The man certainly had a way of speaking. Alan had one said Traven had taught him much of what he knew of politics, especially the speech aspect of it. Xane realized he probably wasn't joking. Traven invited the group to dinner with him, and that certainly wasn't something he expected. While it was common for Alan to invite the young ANGEL pilot to dine with his family, it was more of an informal affair, just an average night. Xane being close to Alan anyway, it certainly was not unexpected. Stately dinners however, were a thing he rarely was invited to, even when he was with the ArchLord.

Xane bowed his head to Traven. "Thank you Lord Patriarch. It's an honor Milord." he said. With that, he walked off to his room to prepare.

As he walked down the long hallways of Athos, his mind racked itself thinking of tomorrow's fate. He was not nervous or apprehensive, but he was a bit concerned for the others. As the leader of the little band of elite soldiers, he supposed that was normal. He had to make sure they were all safe, no matter what. Once they hit the ground, things would work themselves out. He would handle it from from there, leading the soldiers through the ignorant and spiteful nation that was the Ronto and on to the objective in the far North, whatever that may be.

Suddenly, Xane stopped dead in his tracks. Someone was following him. Someone he knew all to well. Chills went up his spine, worse this time.

Hadron.

Last time, he had the Patriarch and his teammates with him. Hadron wouldn't dare try anything with all of them there. Well, he might. But he didn't. But now, now Xane had no one. Here, in the vast reaches of space on board a space station, Xane was alone.

"Well well! It's good to see you "Sword of the ArchLord". It's been a while hasn't it?" Hadron said. Xane couldn't detect any malice in the man's voice, but he knew in his heart it was there. He could see it in the psychopath's eyes. Xane could feel the anger inside rising like a tide. The rage was building.

"Hadron. Not long enough I'm afraid. Listen to me. I'm not your little "experiment" anymore. I am the sworn protector of his Lordship, and you will..."

"Oh, come off it will you? You know I care not for such titles. All you are is an experiment. You here me? E-X-P-E-R-I-M-E-N-T. So Lord Alan has taken a liking to you. You know as well as I do that doesn't matter" Hadron interrupted, malice now all to clear in his voice. Xane could feel his anger peak. He slammed his fist against the wall. If there was anytime Xane wanted to just slice the man's throat, it was now.

"I. Am. Not. Your. Experiment! I am a soldier of the Brotherhood, thee greatest ANGEL pilot there is. You do not control me anymore! I will not be subject to your little experiments any longer! You hear me?! I am free of you!" Xane said, breathing quite heavily now.

And Hadron just laughed.

"And who made you the greatest? You think your normal? Oh no, you only got to where you are because of me. You are always going to be an experiment. There is no escaping your fate. But I don't want to fluster you right before your big dinner with the Patriarch now. So I'll leave you be. It was nice having this little chat with you!" Hadron said mocking Xane's anger. The man moved to the elevator, but before he went up, he turned back to Xane.

"Remember this boy. You can never escape me." Hadron said, voice cold, full of malice. The elevator quickly and silently ascended, as if on Que. Finally, Hadron was gone. Xane was finally alone once again. The sooner he got back to Earth, the better.

And yet, even though Hadron was gone, his words haunted Xane.

You can never escape me...

Xane rubbed his temples out of anxiety and quietly entered his quarters. They were modest, but that was how Xane liked it. No need for any frivolities. Xane sat his duffel bag on his bed and withdrew a spotless, pressed, Brotherhood military uniform. The formal wear as some called it. Xane recalled he once saw a picture of some U.S Marines in similar attire. The picture had stated they were in "Dress Blues". Xane thought the blue military uniform looked very similar. He like it. He laid the uniform out on the bed and reached into the duffel bag yet again.

This time however, he pulled out a blue beret with the Brotherhood symbol prominently emblazoned on the front. The other part to his "formal wear". He sat the beret gently down on the bed and walked over to the sink, trying to wash away the past few minutes events.

As the cold water washed over the young pilot's face, there was only on thing he could think of.

You can never escape me.

[GRAEME]

Bailey Howard

Bailey thought about dinner as he typed in his report on the functionality of the ANGELs on his terminal. His hands moved so quickly that it was near impossible to see each key he pressed. He daydreamed about what he was going to eat once he'd finished his work here. The dinner was formal attire so the apparel he was wearing (a black jumpsuit), probably wouldn't go so well with the other ANGEL pilots he still had not met. Luckily for him though, there was a suit laid out in his bed that was probably brought in while he was running tests on the ANGELs. Finally, Bailey finished his report and hit the "SEND" button on the monitor. The screen froze for a moment but then a "Message Sent" icon flashed on and he smiled, knowing he wouldn't have to work for the rest of today. Bailey leant back in his chair and looked at the items next to his suit. A laser pistol and his father’s combat knife. He leaned over and took hold of them both. Bailey twirled the knife around several times then put it back and moved onto his pistol. He flipped out the energy cell, checked if it was full and put it back in before placing that back also, putting his feet up and checked his watch. Still another hour and a half to go until dinner. Bailey closed his eyes and almost instantly fell asleep.

BEEP! BEEP! Bailey jumped awake, still very tired. He checked his watch, only half an hour until dinner. BEEP! BEEP! The alarm yelled again. Bailey moved over and switched it off. He swiftly went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He then proceeded to get changed into the suit on his bed and stepped out into the corridor. It was full of people going to and from places in a hurry. Bailey hit the button next to his door, making it shut and lock. He then headed down to the canteen, thinking about the other ANGEL pilots he'd been waiting to meet once they'd arrived on the ATHOS.

[marie breen]

ATHOS Space Station: Officers' dining quarters

Xane Straza

Xane continued to wash his face, finally giving up the thought of drowning out Hadron's voice with water. Instead, he decided to get ready for big dinner with the esteemed Patriarch. Xane walked over to the small shower and turned it on as hot as it could go. Soon, steam filled the small dormitory. Xane stepped in, letting the almost-scalding water rush over him.

After a short 15 minutes in the shower, Xane stepped out, feeling much more refreshed. The hot water seemed to relieve him of the mad man's voice droning on through his head. Xane smiled and walked over to the bed.

Not long now! Soon, I'll be off this Station and back to Earth, far, far away from Hadron.

Xane slipped on the uniform and the beret, and looked at the mirror. Even he had to admit, he looked rather dashing in the dark blue military uniform. His silver hair fell gently around his ears, most of it being covered by the beret. Xane adjusted the beret slightly, and once he got a tighter fit, grabbed the small chest rig he normally carried with him. The rig was a small, lightweight apparatus with a small holster for Xane's pistol and a sort of scabbard for the combat knife he always carried.

One can never be too careful.

Finished dressing up, Xane exited the domicile and walked to the dining area.

After a short walk and a ride in a elevator, Xane had arrived. The place looked marvelous. Cushioned seating, extravagant decor, and a feast fit for, well, an ArchLord or Patriarch. Xane looked around the beautifully decorated room, starstruck. The place was marvelous. It rivaled Lord Alan's own dining hall. Truly the best of the best. Xane shook himself out of his stupor and walked over to the brilliantly arranged table. He took a seat.

A servant walked up to him.

"Ah, Sir Xane I presume? You are the first to arrive sir. Lord Patriarch Traven will be along shortly, as will the rest of your compatriots. Can I get Sir anything to satiate him for the time being?" The servant asked with a small bow, clearly well practiced.

Nothing but the best. That's how the Brotherhood does it.

"Uhm... yes, just water please. Thank you kindly." Xane said with a sheepish smile. He never did know how to react in these situations.

The servant nodded emphatically and rushed off. Within moments, the man had returned with a elegant glass of sparkling water. He placed it in front of Xane and went about his business. Xane gratefully took a sip, thankful for the refreshing liquid.

He sat the glass down and waited for the rest of the group to arrive.

[e.Double]

Astara Benson - Athos

Tara was about to leave the chamber and head to her private quarters, when Patriarch Traven walked up to her. He apologized to her... to her, for not acknowledging her greeting or oath of fealty. And when he explained to her, why he found it rather unnecessary, it actually made sense to her and she noted it for future references. It wasn't often that someone caught Tara off guard. However, she held Traven is such high regards, when he pulled her aside and talked to her in his warm, kind way, she could only nod to his words and smile, for she was struck speechless. When he offered to sent a dress to her quarters, she beamed at him and was able to get out a "Thank you, your Holiness."

If she wasn't already in space, she would feel like she was floating high above the clouds. The Patriarch had spoken to her. With a new swing in her steps, Tara walked down the corridor and entered her quarters. It was still time before the dinner, so she headed for the shower. Just as she finished, there was a knock at her door. She answered it with a towel wrapped around her body. Thank goodness it was a female member of the Brotherhood, who delivered a splendid dress. Tara thanked the woman and after the doors closed again with a soft swoosh, she regarded the garment.

Never in her life had she worn anything quite so fancy. The full-length, salmon-colored gown was made from the most exquisite satin, topped with layers of lace. It was form-fitting on top and then billowed out at the bottom. Tara couldn't wait to slip into the http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=95009. Thankfully, she did pack some formal shoes, which actually matched the gown perfectly. Well, they would be hidden below the dress for the most part.

Once she was dressed, she felt like a princess, as she walked, nay glided, towards the officer's dining room. She turned quite a few heads, on her way there and she grinned secretly at the commotion she caused.

When she reached the dining room, two guards eagerly opened the doors for her. She graciously inclined her head in thanks and swept into the room. The dress boosted her confidence tremendously and she walked up to Xane, her commanding officer.

"Xane, I mean Commander, I see we are the first ones here," she said with a smile and boldly took a seat next to him.

[Chris Ellis]

OOC: I have Bosmight's permission to have Viola enter the room, just letting everyone know lol. Bosmight is controlling all of her dialogue however.

Xane Straza

Xane was busy sipping his water when the door swished open. He heard the guards acknowledge someone's presence and knew it must be one of the others.

Not the only one here anymore. Finally.

Xane looked up with a bright smile as a woman in a stunning dress entered the room. At first, Xane did not recognize her. After closer scrutiny however, he realized that the lovely woman was in fact Tara Benson. Xane had never imagined she could look like that. He continued smiling at her as she sat down next to him and spoke.

"Xane, I mean Commander, I see we are the first ones here," Tara spoke confidently.

Xane nodded his agreement and spoke to the woman in a soft, calm tone.

"Hello Tara. If I may say so, you look quite beautiful in that dress. Very becoming I must say. It appears we are the first, of that there is no doubt. Tell me, who are you liking Athos so far? Meet all your expectations I hope?" Xane said with an inquisitive look, though still smiling.

Just then, the door opened again, this time revealing the other woman of the group, Viola Maxson. Xane smiled at her and she calmly sat down across from himself and Tara. Xane spoke first so as to welcome her.

"Hello Viola. Glad to see you made it here ok, Are you enjoying outer space? Quite the place isn't it?" Xane said with another bright smile.

[Steven Hardman]

Astara Benson - Athos - Officer's Mess Hall

Tara smiled at Xane and felt some color rush into her cheeks. Sure, she had received compliments before, but it usually concerned her fighting prowess, not her looks. All of a sudden she felt vulnerable, exposed. Her earlier confidence was still there, but over-shadowed by these new feelings. Her face softened and made her look even more charming. Tonight, she was all woman. There was no tough ANGEL suit to hide behind.

"Thank you Xane," she replied softly. Then her eyes lit up, when he mentioned Athos. "Meet my expectations? Oh, it certainly exceeds them, I say," she replied enthusiastically. "It is magnificent and ..." she was interrupted by Viola's entrance.

"Good evening Viola," she greeted the other woman coolly. Maxson - a name that once held power, the first family of the Brotherhood, founders and leaders and what has become of it now? Tara almost felt sorry for Viola, to carry this name meant to carry a burden, to be aware of how far her people have fallen. How could they let this happen? Why was Outer Haven so important that they risk so much, risk disfavor and worse? The less she associated with that pilot the better. Tara certainly didn't want to loose any favor with the Arch Lord or the Patriarch.

[jessica breen]

Alistair Wright - Living Quarters - Athos

A nice calm quiet hung over the room as the pilot relaxed. Many things ran through his mind, but he only paid half-attention to them. The evening was going to go smoothly, no doubt. After all, he was Alistair Wright, he never cracked under pressure. Why did the others fret so much? It puzzled him. Traven inviting them to dinner, why that was an honor, not a trial. The others didn't seem to understand this. Nonetheless, the ace was preparing himself to assume his prideful mantle once more, soon it would be time to eat. Something did trouble him though, Hadron. That man, he was... peculiar. Extremely peculiar. There was a quality to him that made the pilot uneasy, Xane wasn't the only one. Another thing was just how Xane had appeared to have been affected. The ace knew the leader of his group possessed an indomitable will, it was written all over him, like people sense these things in each other. Hadron though, he changed that for the both of them, Xane in the scientist's presence, Alistair in memory.

He glanced at the clock, the hour was nigh. In a moment, the pilot was on his feet with his dinner dress in-arm. It took a while, but he adorned himself in the exquisite suit and all it's accompanying trinkets such as his gold watch. Alistair strolled out of the room, finding the main hallway. Along the way he wore a snide grin. Minutes later, he entered the gran dinner hall. It was simply amazing. Some of the others were already seated and speaking, it seemed as though he would be forced to speak with them. At least Xane was present. The ace shifted his gaze over to Tara, to gauge how she was handling her nerves and his draw almost dropped. She'd transformed. From rather tomboyish soldier, to elegant lady. Alistair jerked his eyes away and coughed slightly. She looked so much like Clara. It was then he realized, he yearned for his wife's company. Something had changed him. It was the first time he'd actually really missed his wife. An ominous air showed something about this mission didn't bode well.

The pilot walked over by Tara and bowed. " Milady, may I say you look divine this evening? Forgive my abruptness, but a gentleman never goes without telling a lady how lovely she appears. " Hopefully she knew he held no attraction towards her, just paying a compliment to try to build a trust or some such. Alistair drew a seat beside Xane and nodded to him. " Greetings Xane, seems as though his eminence plans to show us an enthralling time, wouldn't you say? "

[Milagros Osorio]

Patriarch William Traven/Paladin Commander Redfield

"I see, Paladin-Commander tell me, you father was one of the commanding officers to lead the push into the abominations home territory was he not?" The voice of the Patriarch seemed light and airy as the two men sat across a small table in the Patriarch's personal quarters. A cup of hot tea sat before each one as they exchanged pleasantries. They had been sitting and talking for much of the evening and the Patriarch had grown to rather like the Commander who sat before him.

"Indeed he was your holiness," Redfield replied after taking a sip of his drink, "Under Lord Godfrey in fact."

"Ah yes, I remember now. Quite the loyal soldier he was. I believe I met him once at a troop review in Chicago."

"Very possible eminence, he was stationed there quite frequently."

With that Traven nodded his head and took a sip of his own tea and savored the sweet taste. He then sat the cup back down and folded his hands in front of him on the table, while looking straight at Redfield,

"Tell me, what do you think of this mission? Are you apprehensive?" Traven asked plainly.

"I believe that would be an understatement, If I may be so frank holiness."

"You may. And why is that Commander?"

"It is a dangerous objective we have set before us, and I fear the repercussions should we fail to remain hidden within Ronto. I'm not terribly sure, in other words, that the risk is worth the reward."

"You doubt Lord Burn's judgement?" Traven raised an eyebrow as he sat back in his chair slightly.

"No holy one. Only I wish to express my concern that the cohesiveness of the group is in question. The arrest of Tucker today only increased my thoughts of doubt."

"Lord Burn's request to send the ANGEL team was sanctioned by the Emperor himself, Paladin-Commander, while I cannot speak for the ability of your team I can assure you that whatever Burns wants retrieved from that mission the Brotherhood deems it of the utmost priority that it is done."

"Then I will do my up most to ensure the end result is the same," Redfield replied with a voice of conviction.

"Of that I have no doubt, Paladin Commander," Traven replied with a slight smile. His eyes then wandered to a nearby clock and his face lit up with realization.

"Ah, it appears that its time to join the rest of our Brothers and Sisters for dinner," Traven said as he stood and raised his white hood over his head, "If you would be so kind as to accompany me Paladin-Redfield."

"By your leave Patriarch."

With that, Traven and Redfield began walking down the Hallway towards the dinner room. Traven's white and gold robes whisked behind him as he walked and made the Patriarch appear dignified and elegant, expected characteristics of anyone who retained a position in the very highest echelons of the Brotherhood's government structure. Redfield's blue robes seemed almost inadequate in comparison, even if they were the signifier of his status as a Paladin-Commander.

As the two came to the closed doors, Traven stood before them and folded his hands, he then nodded to one of his guards who entered the room and hit the end of his halberd against the floor a few times to get the dinner guests' attention. After the room descended into hushed silenced the guard rang out an announcement,

"Presenting his holiness Patriarch William Traven, Lord of the Brotherhood of Steel and second his his majesty Emperor Simon Barnaky!"

Quickly, two of Traven's other guards opened the doors wide and allowed for the Patriarch to enter the room with Paladin-Commander Redfield following in his wake. After a few moments of silence, Traven extended his hands in a formal welcome as he stood before the table,

"Greetings to you all and welcome to the state dinning room onboard the Athos Space Station. It probably cannot compare with the great halls at the City of Steel or the Holy City, but I would say the view makes up for that", Traven said as he pointed to a window through which an orbital view of the earth could be seen.

After taking his seat at the head of the table, Traven folded his hands on his lap and turned to the group, "Carry on your conversations if you would. No need to sit in silence."

[Marcia Renton]

Astara Benson - State Dining Room - Athos

Tara flashed Alistair a smile. Haughty, arrogant Alistair had just paid her a compliment. Well, well, well, this evening promised to be an interesting one. Of course she knew that Alistair was married and even if he was single, she didn't feel the slightest attraction to this man. She only suffered his presence because they were a team. And suddenly she realized that she wasn't any better and her thoughts seemed rather arrogant as well. Maybe they got off to a wrong start and as a team should learn to get along. After all they had to rely on each other and that came with trust.

"Thank you Alistair," she simply replied with an honest smile. "It must be hard on you," she continued, "being so far away from your wife," she added, her voice full of compassion. "I guess that's why I prefer the single life. it..." Tara was interrupted by the grand entrance of the Patriarch Traven and Paladin Commander Redfield.

Once they both took their seat, Tara inclined her head in greeting first to the Paladin Commander and then to the Patriarch. "I would like to express my thanks, Patriarch Traven, for this wonderful dress. Your daughter certainly has impeccable taste," Tara said with a shy smile. She was still trying to get used to be in such exquisite company. It's not often that one dines with the Patriarch and the Paladin Commander.

Then she turned back to Alistair, "What I meant was, it makes things easier. My head is on the mission, since there's nobody to miss or to worry about. I'm sorry, that didn't sound right, I didn't mean to imply your head isn't on the mission," Tara tried to back track, stumbling over her words. "I guess, being alone so much isn't helping my social skills," she admitted with a sheepish grin.

[Lynette Wilson]

Bailey Howard - Officer's Dining Quarters

Bailey slowly traversed the corridors of ATHOS, not really knowing where he was since he spent most of his time in with the ANGELs. He wondered if he was ever going to find the dining room since Bailey was shockingly bad with directions.

Dammit, he thought. I'm gonna miss dinner... and I'm starving!

Bailey brushed down his suit as he made his way round another corner, his heart rate climbing as he got more worried he wasn't going to arrive in time. He'd not met any of the other ANGEL pilots before so he didn't know how they'd react to his possible lateness. Finally, he spotted the guarded doors of the officer's dining quarters.

Before going inside, he dodged inside the male lavatory, feeling the need to wash his face as he'd started sweating for reasons he didn't even know. He ran the tap and cupped his hands below the running water. Bailey then proceeded to literally throw the liquid onto his head, splashing a large amount of the area behind him. The cold water felt good as his face cooled down a lot. Some of the aqua hit his suit, so Bailey picked up the nearby hand towel and proceeded to wipe himself down, whilst listening to the hum of the ship's multiple engines. He thought he could feel the floor vibrate since he just stood there for a while, staring into the mirror.

He stepped outside into the corridor once again and proceeded to the officer's dining quarters. The two guards opened the door for him as they all nodded to each other before Bailey went inside and looked around. He spotted Astara Benson, William Traven, Redfield, Alistair Wright and Xane Straza. He instantly recognized Xane from Lost Hills and, being the only person Bailey knew, he sat down next to him.

"I'm not late, am I?" said Bailey. "I kinda' got lost."

[Rachyroo]

Xane Straza

Xane looked up and instantly smiled as Alistair entered the room. The warrior looked over at Xane and walked over, taking a seat by him and Tara. After he gave Tara a compliment, he addressed Xane.

" Greetings Xane, seems as though his eminence plans to show us an enthralling time, wouldn't you say? " Alistair asked.

Xane smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Greetings to yourself as well! Oh yes Alistair, the Lord Patriarch never fails to impress, of that I am certain. He's like the Arch-Lord in that. He won't disappoint certainly." Xane replied happily. He was finally starting to relax a little, which was a good thing. Hadron was not here, and that meant there was nothing to make Xane on edge. He took a deep breath and sat back.

Suddenly, the guards banged their halberds on the floor. Xane knew exactly what that meant. Patriarch Traven finally arrived.

"Presenting his holiness Patriarch William Traven, Lord of the Brotherhood of Steel and second his his majesty Emperor Simon Barnaky!" The guards boomed. The room grew silent.

As if on que, the doors slid open, revealing the Patriarch in his grand robes, and Paladin Commander Redfield as well. The two walked in and took their places with little fanfare.

Xane felt what had been drilled into him from day one. The young pilot suddenly shot up from his chair and bowed.

"Greetings your Lordship. It is truly an honor to dine with one such as yourself your holiness." Xane said as he rose. He quietly took his seat again.

Traven had told them to continue their various conversations, and so they did. Tara and Alistair's conversation is the one that garnered the young pilot's attention however. The two went back and forth about Alistair having a wife, and how Tara thought she better off single. Xane silently listened, then gave his opinion on the subject.

"Hmm... I don't know about that Tara. Having someone to go home to is important I think. Gives a soldier purpose, a reason to fight harder and live on. Personally I'd like to get married someday. I've always watch Lord Alan and Lady Illyana in awe... They seem so happy together all the time. I wish I could be that way." Xane said with smile, though softly and solemnly as he contemplated his current relationship status, which was absolutely nonexistent. He frowned at the thought.

He quickly realized he didn't know how to love anyone. All his life he was bred for war, training day in and day out. The closest thing he even had to a family was the Lord Alan's family, and even then he was only their protector. No matter how much Alan treated him like his own child, everyday Hadron's voice drilled through his head, reminding him exactly who he was.

An experiment.

Xane was shook from his thoughts by the entrance of yet another pilot, though this one he didn't know. He did seem vaguely familiar though. The pilot walked over to Xane, and took a seat near him.

"I'm not late, am I?" said Bailey. "I kinda' got lost." The pilot asked.

Xane smiled sheepishly at him and spoke.

"No I don't believe you are. You must be Tucker's replacement yes? If you don't mind me saying so, you seem oddly familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? Anyway, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Xane Straza, commanding officer of this group. It's nice to meet you."