Absolution

[Promotheus]

The sound of the airlock opening filled the room, guards keeping their weapons trained on the group.
Solandros could practically taste the tension, but the risk of Nomad infection was not something to be taken lightly.
The sight of the crew was somewhat surprising, there were what, 25? 30? Surely not enough to properly pilot a battleship like the Apahanta?

One of the crew stepped forwards, captain Ezrael by the looks of it.
Solandros raised an eyebrow as Ezrael raised his hand for a handshake,
two guards putting themselves between the colonel and the captain.
"Stand down, it's alright." Solandros stated, beckoning the two guards to move aside.
"Captain Ezrael, we meet at last." the Order colonel stared into Ezraels eyes for what would likely feel like an uncomfortable period,
almost as if he somehow expected to be able to see Nomads dancing around in the captains pupils if he was indeed infected.

Seemingly satisfied for now Solandros beckoned to one of the guards who stepped into position behind Ezrael.
"Captain, please follow me, the other agents will inspect your crew."
With a somewhat amused smirk he looked down at Ezraels outstretched hand and added;
"If you come out of the scans clean, I'll even give you that handshake."