[indent]Hazan yawned as he scrolled through yet another boring news article. Seems like the Citadel was in an uproar over more political shit slinging. As usual. He was glad he'd left the station, he couldn't take how stuffy and bureaucratic it had been there. Stupid boring. Now he was here, hunted by bigger criminals than he. Bounty on his head. Whoop dee doo.

The door to the bridge whooshed open and he heard the sound of a force chair slowly whirring in. As he gave the noise a glance he saw the masked Turian seated in the chair and recognised him from earlier.

He hadn't gotten a name, but that thought dissipated as the Turian took a seat (pun not intended) next to him and introduced himself.

"[code]You're the navigator?[/code]"

[color=lightblue]"Yep. You must be the comms man."[/color]

"[code]Name's Mirage. Nice to meet you.[/code]"

[color=lightblue]"Haze. Pleasure's all mine."[/color]

As a muted explosion rocked the ship, he gave it no mind. With a gesture he shut down the news feed and returned himself to the system charts. They weren't too far off of Illium, and the sync he'd done with the database had thankfully updated the extremely old star charts to current ones. He brought up the one for Illium and its system, Tasale. They were still in the Terminus Systems, unfortunately. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn't far from his problems. A simple update burst from Omega would alert all the hunters in the Terminus Systems that they had a new contract: him. It wasn't a heartening thought.

Without a moment's pause, the crew's only krogan plodded his way into the bridge. His massive form filled the door as he looked around for a moment, before beelining straight for him. Hazan turned in his chair and accepted the datapad which was handed to him. He raised his eye ridges in curiosity as he skimmed through the datapad. Information about the ship, it seemed. He looked up at the krogan ([i]Tonka, finally remembered[/i]) and raised a question.

[color=lightblue]"Thanks. What's this?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]“Ran some numbers, Omega’s the only viable location for us to jump to if we actually want to get paid and overhaul the ship. Luzami didn’t fill the tank before he died.”[/color]

The silence after that was palpable. If a turian could visibly pale, he didn't want to know. Hazan's heart dropped straight into his stomach.

They [i]had[/i] to go back to Omega. By some cruel twist of fate. He'd spent nearly everything he had to get off that shithole station and now he was going straight back. Like it didn't even matter that he'd escaped his pursuers.

[color=lightblue]"You've got to be kidding me."[/color]

The krogan shrugged and left while he picked up the pieces. The other turian at the pilot's chair, Dex, spoke up.

[color=007236]“He’s not wrong. Plot a course for Omega, try to avoid excessive use of the thrusters. They’re not reliable right now.” [/color]

[color=lightblue]"Well...you got it, Dex. We can use Thail's field to slingshot off of to get to the relay. After that, it's a short jump to the Omega Nebula. Shouldn't take too much, considering her thrusters are out of whack."[/color]

With a weary sigh and a shake of his shoulders, Hazan got to work. He pulled up a map of the Tasale system and used his omnitool to draw a glowing line from Illium, where they were, to Thail. The gas giant was huge, and if they avoided the rings of rocks around it they could use its gravitational field to slingshot themselves right at the mass relay. He pulled up a visualisation of Thail alongside the map as he worked out how tilted its rings were. The line curved right around the planet and he aimed it straight at the mass relay.

He shot that map to Dex's terminal as he got to work with the other end of the connection. The Sahrabarik system was tiny, and it wasn't hard to link the mass relay there to the little grid of space that Omega was in.

[color=lightblue]"Done. I guess if we use minimal power to putter our way from the mass relay to Omega, we could save on fuel. Of course you'd have to fly us in, Dex. Asteroids and shit."[/color]

He sent the Sahrabarik map to her and sat back in his chair.

[color=lightblue]"Fuck me, we're going back to Omega. Thought I had my last taste of that fucking place when I left."[/color]

"[color=e25822]Why are we going to Omega?[/color]"

One of the crew's two Asari decided to barge into the bridge, voicing a question he had in his mind. Without waiting for Dex to respond, he replied.

[color=lightblue]"Well, according to our funds, we've got enough juice to get to Omega to tie up our ex-captain's loose ends. Hopefully that'll get us enough credits to refuel and outfit this junker with better parts. Our krogan told us that."[/color]

He sighed and returned his gaze to the terminal in front of him.

[color=lightblue]"Fuck, this day is only gonna get better and better."[/color]

[color=SlateBlue]”I take it we’ll all be working together, up here?”[/color]

Just then a human man elected to walk into the bridge. Their co-pilot, from the look of how he seated himself next to Dex. Hazan groaned and nodded. Although First Contact was nothing but a distant history lesson, it was still one of the rare occasions that work with a human was necessary. He suppressed the urge to say something sarcastic and made his reply.

[color=lightblue]"Yeah, we are. I'm the nav man. Name's Haze."[/color]

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