As Steven Shepard Steele flew his ship towards Tavros Station, his thoughts were not filled with advanced technologies or beautiful alien girls, as they usually were. No, the only thing on his mind was the message he'd gotten the day before, from his father's lawyer. That his old man, Victor Steele himself, hadn't contacted him directly had set off warning klaxons in his head. His worst fears were confirmed when the message had contained not only the news of his passing, but also the funeral arrangements. He'd immediately arranged for a leave of absence from the Alliance Navy so he could attend the funeral on Tavros Station. Snapping out of his funk, the captain noticed that he was beginning to approach the station's docks and began preparing for his arrival.
After landing his ship in a private dock, Steven started walking towards the residential area, where he knew his siblings had a home. Along the way he passed by a number of different races, even seeing a krogan who appeared to have taken quite a few fertility treatments if the size of his quad was any judge. Eventually he arrived at their door and knocked, waiting to be let in by one of them.
After landing his ship in a private dock, Steven started walking towards the residential area, where he knew his siblings had a home. Along the way he passed by a number of different races, even seeing a krogan who appeared to have taken quite a few fertility treatments if the size of his quad was any judge. Eventually he arrived at their door and knocked, waiting to be let in by one of them.