Aboard the beautifully named [i]Borealis[/i] Dexureta Noratus could hardly see past the years of grime built up over the portholes. The ship itself creaked and moaned in the way an old house would settle for the evening. The ventilation was in full force pumping air laced with dust. Dex, it’s newly appointed pilot ducked multiple times through archways finally remembering this was an old Volus vessel. Shaking her head dismissively she rushed up to the bridge. Before sitting down she reached over the seat booting up the dashboard controls. 

Before she boarded the news of the Captain Luzami being dead shocked her to some degree but with her recent string of luck it was par for the course.

Dex plopped unceremoniously into the springy pilot’s seat, a rush exit was in order it seemed. She primed the engine hoping it would do it good for a smooth departure. The orange glow of the dashboard flickered to life under the layers of dust. She coughed into her mechanical fist swiping at the air to disperse the dust motes.  The engine groaned then complained, her hands drifted up swiping away the dozens of minor warning windows that popped up. Carefully, she guided the [i]Borealis[/i] out of it’s dock then maneuvered it past the atmosphere into Illum’s orbit shortly thereafter. Completing the launch within a few minutes. Quickly flipping to autopilot she rushed off back to the hanger to join the crew.

In her civilian clothes, a light brown jacket with form fitting dark blue pants, she seemed to blend even among the mismatched crew. Despite being among the tallest members, everyone seemed small beside the krogan. 

When she arrived she stood beside Hazan nodding shortly at him. Briefly they discussed some pressing details and issues. Dex took a small comfort in that everybody was just about on the same page. They were all here for their own reasons. Dex brought up a few points in deciding shift duty or chores. 

With no line of command to refer to it irked her a little bit, rarely did she serve on vessels where there wasn’t a clear leader in name or rank. 

Each face had their own quirks or distinct features; while everyone introduced themselves she knew in two seconds she’d forget their names. She took note of the three that would be joining her on the bridge. Hazan, Mirage and Iosif. Covering their bases with navigation, communication and co-pilot. Out of the three, Mirage was possibly the most ghastly, between his mask and scars she could only imagine the level of shit he had gone through.

Dex tried her best not to stare it was rude.

The crew broke apart when they had a list of priorities. Dex without a second thought returned to the bridge following close behind Hazan, the Turian navigator. She was hoping to plot a course from Illum to the local fuel port. Favourably, using the local gas giant Thail’s gravitational pull to conserve fuel. Also making a huge assumption she’d be able to get some decent readings from the instruments. When she situated herself she began scanning the systems getting ridiculous numbers from all over the place. Life support seemed shaky at best while the mass effect core was holding steady numbers. She squinted at the dash again having little faith these were accurate. 

The drell’s voice came on over the intercom, [color=#5CB3FF]“Uh guys.”[/color] Dex waited for the bad news, [color=#5CB3FF]“Why does the ship have a 22 year old targeting system?”[/color]

Dex sat back in the chair with a sigh she had been holding in since news of the captain's death.  While a warning window popped up alerting her of the low capacity the thrusters were sitting at, only adding insult to injury. 

Her hand drifted to the intercom about to reply when a shock wave from an explosion rolled through the bridge. She hadn’t said much of two words to anybody, usually by now she’d be cracking jokes having a riot. She glared then hit the intercom, [color=007236]“Which one of you tech heads is setting off bombs in the [i]goddamn[/i] hanger?”[/color]