[color=e25822]Wonderful. Just wonderful.[/color] That was what was going through Tia’s mind as she examined the ship sitting before her. [color=e25822]Not only is my employer dead, but I am now part owner of a ship that is probably worth more in its weight in scrap than anything else I could use it for. Really, why is this thing even still in service?[/color] 

She was half-tempted to just walk away. Since Luzami was dead, and she hadn’t actually done anything yet, the contract was essentially void. There was virtually nothing keeping her here, and no reason to set foot aboard a ship whose flight-worthiness was in serious question. 

And yet, she picked up her bag, slung it into one of the cabins, made sure to lock it behind her, and made her way to the bridge. When she had last actually spoken to Luzami, he had mentioned that he already had some jobs lined up for them. Since she was already here, she might as well at least see what kind of worked they needed. Furthermore, since they apparently needed to vacate their docking pad, it would be a good idea to stay on-board until the issue of ownership could be resolved. 

The booming music coming from the hanger, loud enough to set the corridor walls rattling, made her wince. [color=e25822]Great, one of those engineers.[/color] She was thankful that her visor unit included earpieces. It also turned her thoughts to the rest of her possible crewmates. Five Humans of what were likely various backgrounds, four Turians with what were likely at least military grade training, a Drell, another Asari, a Quarian, a Vorcha, a Krogan, and a Batarian. Certainly one of the more eclectic crews that she had been a part of. The one blaring the music was probably one of the human females, she had seen one of them stay in the hanger. The Krogan was likely another hired gun; whether or not he’d be an asset or a liability would depend on his temperament. The Vorcha was equally uncertain; if he was trained, then he’d be worth his weight in credits, otherwise he would most likely end up being a nuisance. 

She paused when she spied him examining the corridors. Definitely trained, his movements were too purposeful just to be wandering around. Tia had made similar walkthroughs herself. [color=e25822]Good to know.[/color]

By far the most interesting member of the crew, to her at least, was the Batarian. If she had to guess from the way they carried themselves, at least half of the humans were probably former military, and after Mindoir neither race was able to get along in any meaningful way. Even among the gangs of Omega, it was rare to find Humans and Batarians working together in significant numbers. While it was doubtful that he had been involved in the attack, he didn’t carry himself like a pirate, it was still a grenade just waiting to go off. His neck tattoo was also interesting. It had taken her a few minutes to place it from a distance, but she was fairly certain that it was the Blue Suns emblem. It also looked like he had tried to get it removed and did a rather poor job of it. Likely a former member then. It didn’t matter much to her, in fact she had a certain amount of respect for her former gang rivals. Of course, most of her interactions with them had involved gunfire, but that was beside the point. If the Eclipse could be considered professional, then the Blue Suns were rigid to the point of unyielding. She had also worked a couple of jobs for them, and they could at least be mostly relied upon to make payment. 

Yes, it would definitely be worth keeping an eye on him, if only to make sure he didn’t get anyone, or himself, killed. As for the rest, there was nothing noteworthy. The Drell and the Turians she’d have to figure out individually, and while it wasn’t often one saw a Quarian, she was also an unknown. The Asari looked young enough to still be in her maiden stage like herself, but she also seemed like she had military experience. First, however, Tia had to decide whether or not any of this was going to be her problem.

Two of the Turians were already in the bridge when finally found her way there, a male lounging in the navigator’s seat, and a female taking the ship up into low orbit. A pity that they had to vacate the docking pad so quickly, but if the condition of his ship was any indication, then Tia really wasn’t surprised. It was looking doubtful that, even had Luzami still been alive he wouldn’t have had the money to keep them paid. 

Not acknowledging either of her companions on the bridge, Tia settled into the captain’s chair. It did not particularly concern her what they thought of it. She was in the middle of trying to access Luzami’s files when an explosion rattled the consoles. For a few seconds, Tia was silent, waiting. [color=e25822]No alarms, which means no damage to the ship. Yet.[/color] She activated her omni-tool, calling up a simple clock function. [color=e25822]Huh. Took almost half an hour. Already exceeding my expectations.[/color] 

Arriving in the hanger, passing by the Quarian without a word, Tia surveyed the carnage. Two Human women and one Turian male. She ignored the Drell’s announcement about the weapons system, that was his problem, and she wasn’t expecting them to be in combat with anyone in the near future. 

The shattered remains of a drone lay scattered across the floor, and the Turian and one of the Humans were conversing about something. Taking slow, measured steps into the hanger, Tia spoke. “[color=e25822]So, who’s drone exploded, and who do I need to talk to to make sure it doesn’t happen again?[/color]”