Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17481441-20161210221654/@comment-25316824-20161213133709

(I told you guys.  I had finals.  You shouldn't have waited on me.  Whatever, they are over now.)

Nikolai takes in his surroundings. The five figures were situated in a room the size of a large office, colored deep purple, the signature color of Covenant ships. The ship didn't smell as bad as most formerly Kig-yar ships because of the deoderant from the Guardian Powered Assault Armor but a foul odor still hung in the air. There was a round table in the middle that had 10 seats. Nikolai set down his black briefcase and took a seat with Baron on his left,  Netkak on his right, and Calimitan and the translator across from him.

Nikolai "Lets get down to brass tax.  How many soldiers will you supply to the Resistance?"