Khosin let out a sigh as he sited in one of the nearby crates that were stacked next to the ship of Volus origin. [i]Must admit, while I’ve seen many pieces of junk in my life, this one wins the prize for the worst ship in the galaxy.[/i] Thought the Batarian as memories of living on Omega, and the various ships that docked on the criminal station, flashed on his mind.  However while the dilapidated ship was one of his concerns what had prompted him to let out a sigh had been the sight that most of the humans had given him when they had laid their eyes upon him.

The reactions had varied from discomfort, cold apathy, and hate. The one that drew his attention particularly was one that came from one of the women. He had seen appraise each of those that were present with something that resembled a cheerful look, as if she was finding the situation more amusing than unsettling. That's it, until her gaze settled on him. He knew the look very well, one of pure hatred and had seen it in various faces across all of his life. While he was part of the Hegemony's army, while he worked for the Blue Suns, on Omega and, finally, on himself a long time ago.  He closed his eyes as memories surfaced on his mind, but he was brought back to the present when he heard footsteps.

Turning around to look, he noticed a Turian that was coming towards them (whom Khosin guessed was part of the spacedock security based on his attire). He didn't pay much attention but listened enough to get their current situation. The captain that had hired them was dead, and they had inherited the ship. Or at least each of them had inherited a share of the ship, as far as he understood the situation. "Fuck." He muttered lowly, his four eyes staring at the piece of junk that was the Borealis before he picked up a crate and helped pack up as much as he could.

Once they were done packing things up, he explored the ship for a bit, oblivious to the other members of the group and trying to ignore the awful music that seemed to be booming on the lower levels of the Borealis, Khosin eventually found himself in the ship's quarters, claiming one of the empty ones for his own use. 

With that done, Khosin began making his way towards engineering, cursing when he had to crouch due to the short doors designed with Volus in mind. He let out a curse when he had to crouch again due to the low frame of the doors and then mumbled a part of the Pillars of Strength before he continued on his way towards the main engine. Once he got there he focused on the engine itself but not before he took notice of the Krogan that stood on a nearby console [i]Hmmm, fuel readings? Or maybe looking for the engine schematics?[/i] Thought the Batarian before he brought himself out of his personal thoughts when his neck started itching "Bah, damn thing still itches." He mumbled in annoyance before he scratched the spot where the Blue Suns symbol used to be "Anyways, time to work." He said as he activated his omnitool, fiddling with it for a few seconds before a drone appeared in front of him. Giving a few commands from his omnitool, he set the drone to scan the main engine and any other piece of machinery nearby.  

He stayed there for a few minutes, reading the scans that the drone sent to him, his concentration being broken once when he heard someone asking on the ships intercom why the targeting system of the ship was 22 years old and when the Krogan left the area. Approaching the console that the Krogan was using recently, Khosin checked the information available and noticed that -like he had guessed a few moments before- the console was dedicated to the fuel stores of the Borealis. 

Turning from the console, he focused his eyes on the readings that the drone was sending towards his omnitool "Hmmm, seems solid enough, still, I think it would be best not to stress it too much, the best would be to replace it but I don't think we could do that" Said Khosin as he looked at the data that hsi drone had sent him. Sending a command he quickly deactivated the drone and made his way towards the bridge [i]Best thing would be to change the whole damn ship.[/i] Thought the Batarian as he made his way around the ship, stopping for a few seconds when he heard the pilot in the intercom announcing that they were heading to Omega. He shook his head and continued walking until he finally reached the ship's cockpit. He eyed the figures gathered, his eyes focusing on the human male when he noticed what he thought to be faded Batarian numbers and letters on the back of the neck [i]Shit.[/i] He thought as he eyed the human before he approached the person that was on the pilot seat, noticing that their pilot was a Turian woman once he got close.  

He tapped the woman on the shoulder gently and waited for a few moments before he spoke "Excuse me, ran some scans on the main engine. It's solid but it would be best to not to put it under much stress. Thought I should let you know." He said before turning around and leaving the cockpit, but not before giving a quick glance at the human in the co-pilot seat, and made his way to the common area that he had spotted on his way "Well, best to get to know the crew" He mumbled as he made his way towards the common area [i]Well, what could go wrong.[/i] Thought the Batarian once he got there and began walking towards the kitchen.