Shark walks into the war room, knowing something is up as the last time he got summoned up to the command level he was in a bit of trouble. He expects more of the same, about what though he has no clue. Xaaron is standing in the war room, facing the map up on the wall, hands clasped at the small of his back as he faces directly away from the entrance. Shark stops and salutes, "Shark reporting, sir." as shark enters, Xaaron smiles, "Good. it has been a while Shark, since I last saw you." he turns around to look at the young triple changer with his golden optics. Xaaron chuckles.. "Ah. That..."