[h2][color=dodgerblue]Hazan Volintis
Back on the Borealis[/color][/h2]


As the shuttle docked and Serena was whisked away by Vellios, Hazan made for the bridge. Judging from the short burst that he'd received from Dex, she'd been successful in securing private comms to the ship.

The infiltration team deserved an update.

Hazan went straight for Dex's comms console. The lights blinked a myriad of colours as the turian synced his omnitool with the system, then opened a direct channel to their pilot.

[color=dodgerblue]"Dex, Hazan here. Serena and I are back in the [i]Borealis[/i]. Vellios is tending to her now. Our camp on the cliff was compromised, the turrets got wrecked by the storm and we've probably lost the supplies we brought there. Once you guys get the AA guns down we'll bring in evac asap."[/color]

Once he'd sent the message he didn't sit around waiting for a reply. He ditched the cockpit and headed right back to the cargo slash shuttle bay, rifle in his hands. Antsy and eager to help his team.

But what could he do with an absent Iosin and those AA guns still online?

There was still Serena... But she'd been taken away by Vellios. For treatment of those nasty stab wounds.

If he'd just been faster, he would've gotten to the asshole that she'd blown up. Then maybe she wouldn't have passed out in his arms.

Just like...

[color=dodgerblue]"Fuck!"[/color]

He cursed himself and kicked an empty crate nearby, sending it careening across the shuttle bay, clattering noisily against the plas-steel floor. If he'd just a nanosecond faster, the smuggler would've been unconscious on the forest floor, drowning in rain water, and she would've been just fine. Not...wherever she was now.

Hazan was just thankful she wasn't dead. In Vellios's capable hands, he knew she'd be fine. But to skirt that fine line... It reminded him all too well of times gone by.

The turian sat on a larger crate to wait. As he crossed his legs atop the crate, his mind drifted back to his home of several years.

Omega.

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[h2][i]Shadow Broker Files
Hazan "Ghost" Volintis[/i][/h2]

[b][i]Recorded conversation between subject Hazan Volintis and known associate Valla T'karrah vas Marrakech, alias Valiant.[/i][/b]

Valla: Hazan, you couldn't have known -

Hazan: [color=dodgerblue]I should've, Val! Then maybe things wouldn't have gone this way! Fuck, Val. Why didn't anyone stop her?![/color]

V: We all knew the risks with this op, Hazan. Me, you, the rest of us. For the sake of the mission, just let it go.

H: [color=dodgerblue]No, you don't understand, Val. It's not the op. It's me. The op was fine, we were all set up and we did it flawlessly. But those guys that came after us at the end? They weren't after you guys. They were after me.[/color]

V: How d'you know?

H: [color=dodgerblue]I know bounty hunters when I see them, Val. If they were just more mercs they would've gunned for all of us, not just me. Jori got in their way and she got killed for it. And it's my fault.[/color]

V: But Hazan, how could you have known that these...hunters would be coming for you? Is there something I should know?

H: [color=dodgerblue]Yeah... I'm a wanted man.[/color]

V: I gathered as much, Haze. How much?

H: [color=dodgerblue]More than what our damn crew's worth. Combined.[/color]

V: Keelah... 

H: [color=dodgerblue]It was only a matter of time before I got found, Val. I was just hoping that maybe... I could get myself away from everything with your crew. But apparently even changing my identity isn't good enough. I think it's time I erased myself.[/color]

V: How're you going to do that?

H: [color=dodgerblue]I'm gonna pack up, Val. Take my cut from this op and leave this damn station for good.[/color]

V: But where will you go?

H: [color=dodgerblue]Far away from here. Some place the hunters won't find me. I think maybe Ilios.[/color]

V: Well... Whatever you choose, Haze, if you ever come back to Omega, me and the team will be glad to have you back.

H: [color=dodgerblue]Yeah... Thanks.[/color]

[b][i]End recording.[/i][/b]

[i]Addendum: Not long after the subject left Omega, Valla T'karrah vas Marrakech went missing. His mercenary team was disbanded and all communications between them ceased. It is currently not known where T'karrah is located.[/i]