In truth, Elenviel would have been happy to uptake a duty given to her. A malfunction; perhaps even an attack that would require her skills as tech, specifically an Infiltrator, to be swiftly needed. She would have been content in even tending to the most revolting wound any eyes would ever lay eyes on. Anything but being relieved from her work for the day. Anything but that. Some would call her a workaholic; perhaps she was, but she much preferred keeping her mind busy and focused on tasks bestowed upon her, rather than take the day and...relax. It certainly was not a common thing Elenviel did, and she took less joy in doing it. But there was nothing to be done. Everything was in check and clear, and no concern of any kind circulated the Citadel. She almost wished a system would go down, or the engines in a ship had stopped working; an attack would be thrilling though lacked any news that was good. But so was also a malfunction in technology and machinery. But it was how Elenviel spent her day, doing what she loved and what she had long been trained to do. It was how the hours passed. What on the galaxy could she do now that little was needed of her today? Other than lose her mind, that is.
Elenviel shook her head and laughed quietly. How silly she must sound! She should be grateful for respite. How often would it be given to her? Most likely not too often. Yet, she still much preferred to be at work rather than play. Surely she could find something to do.
Post by Ayden Cater on Feb 11, 2015 14:51:43 GMT -7
Presidium Commons 2186.5.19 (First Month of the Second Epoch) Citadel, Serpent Nebulae, Inner Council Space
Ayden leaned against the guardrail overlooking one of the massive freshwater lakes. The soft buzz of skycars zipping past and the quiet roar of hundreds of individuals all speaking at once only served to highlight the serenity of the Presidium. It was hard to imagine a time when humanity had truly believed itself alone. He was born after the start of the First Contact War with the Turians. For him, there had never been a life without aliens in it. To think that in forty years humans had gone from limping around their own solar system to an expansive military force to rival the turians and had become indispensable to the rest of the Council.
With the SSV Dunkirk official declared lost, Ayden was left without a post. There were still reviews and inquiries. The Alliance did love its bureaucratic two-step... While they were left figuring out what they wanted to do with him, Ayden was left free to wander the Citadel to his heart's content, and boy was it content. This was the first time he had really been able to step on the Citadel and marvel at it. The first time he had seen the Citadel properly it had been on fire and a giant Reaper was trying to wipe out the galaxy.
That thought led to him frowning. There was still buzz, even on the Citadel, about the Alpha Relay incident. People were wondering what was going to happen to humanity's first Spectre. The batarians of course were out for blood, but most folks didn't see it that way. After humanity fought to save the Council aboard the Destiny Ascension, the general view on humanity had been positive. Even with the Alpha Relay being destroyed, many continued to look favorably on humanity.
Deciding to head over to some of the more popular shopping centers within the Presidium, Ayden walked about in casual military dress identifying him as part of the Systems Alliance and on active duty, but lacking most of the armor and weapons. As a courtesy, he was left with his Locust but would still have to hand it over if he wanted to enter certain places. Oh well. Despite not having an affinity for it, Ayden decided to slide into a tech-y shop and look at the various omni-tools. He had heard that hard light weapons were coming into style. Maybe he'd get a omni-blade. Or maybe a whip! The possibilities...