As events unfolded, Mirage found himself agreeing with their navigator -- a turian who turned out to be called Haze. Amused by the similar aliases Mirage chuckled, producing a burst of sound from his rebreather that sounded like an animal being strangled. 

"[code]Comms, yeah, among other things. Automated defense systems, credit accounts, cybersecurity, alarms... anything I can break into without getting up,[/code]" Mirage elaborated. "[code]Just don't count on me in a fight.[/code]"

The pilot introduced herself as well, a female turian named Dex, which made for an entirely turian bridge crew so far. Mirage acknowledged her with a polite nod before they were all interrupted by Tonka, the krogan. He was the one who brought up Omega first and Mirage added his own quiet barrage of whispered curses to Haze's stern disapproval. 

"[code]I was hoping to avoid going back there so soon,[/code]" Mirage grumbled while fiddling with one of his Omni-tools. The navigator and the pilot plotted their course while the krogan left and someone else entered the bridge -- a male human that Mirage recognized as their co-pilot, Iosif. 

[color=SlateBlue]”I take it we’ll all be working together, up here?”[/color] the human said while settling down into the co-pilot's seat. "[code]That's right, human. You must be the token alien. I wonder if he'll suffice to meet our diversification quota,[/code]" Mirage replied, followed by another one of his ghastly laughs. He'd never cared for humans much. They weren't around on Omega when the turian grew up there and their extremely rapid expanse into galactic civilization struck Mirage as unseemly. Like an invasive species that doesn't know its place. 

"[code]Alright, there we go,[/code]" Mirage mumbled as the speakers scattered around the bridge blared, coming to life with the system's relevant comms chatter. He'd pinpointed the Illium planetary defense channels and the bands used by ships to ask docking permission; a relatively pointless exercise, since they were about to leave the system, but it proved the turian knew what he was doing. Mirage winced and turned the volume down to a level of significantly more pleasant background noise. Watching Haze's plotted course on the navigation console, Mirage finetuned one of the channels to listen to the chatter around the mass relay, but all seemed quiet. "[code]I think we're good to go.[/code]" 

Yet another person entered the bridge right after he finished saying that, though this time it was one of the asari, echoing Mirage and Haze's sentiments about Omega. "[color=e25822]Why are we going to Omega?[/color]" Mirage shrugged, an almost imperceptible motion beneath his swaddled black robes. "[code]Necessary evil, asari,[/code]" he said after Haze finished his astute and concise explanation. "[code]Look at it this way: we would have gone there sooner or later anyway, in this line of work. Now we're just... getting it out of the way.[/code]"