[h1][center]Borealis followed by Omega district[/center][/h1]

After the mission, Kasyra headed straight back to the ship. With the battle over and adrenaline no longer flooding her system all her injuries began to rear their ugly heads. Of most note, was the bullet wound in her arm. The tiny slug had pierced her suit and dug into the flesh. Medi-gel deployment had temporarily covered over the breach and local suit seals had closed properly. Her system was already flooded with antibiotics from her suits emergency injection system. As far as her injury response systems went, everything was going perfectly and, even better, it seemed that pirate wasn’t using any special ammunition on that shot.

Of course, that didn’t mean she would completely avoid infection… Or that it didn’t still really hurt, anaesthetising medi-gel or not.

That wasn’t the only pain she was in though. Early in the fight, she had been hit hard by three-eyed Zallak. She could feel her abdomen bruising already. Nothing felt broken, but sadly medi-gel couldn’t really fix the injury. She’d just have to deal with being tender for a week at least. The final injury was her hand. She had punched an armored Krogan in the chin... [i]hard[/i]. It had been worth it at the time - she was sure he’d felt it, even if he hadn’t said anything. But now, her hand was incredibly sore. Once again, nothing felt broken, probably by virtue of her suit gauntlet providing some dampening to the strike, but she’d be feeling it for a few days.

She headed initially towards the ship’s medical facilities, intending to use them to remove the round from her arm and patch her suit. Upon arrival, she took one look at the mess that was the room and, with a sound of extreme disgust, turned and headed towards her quarters instead. If anything, she was [i]more[/i] likely to get sick working in the medbay than anywhere else right now. If this was any other port in the galaxy, she might consider trying to find a clean room for rent nearby and paying for it for an hour to inspect her injuries properly. But this was Omega. The few clean rooms they had that were good enough for Quarian use were obscenely priced.

It only took fifteen minutes and a great deal of cursing to clean the wound to acceptable standards, and another fifteen to patch the puncture in her suit. It was not the first time she had to deal with injury on her own, and she doubted it’d be the last.

After that, she had a choice. Lay down and rest, try not to think about the pain... or the wasted opportunity to strike at the Blue Suns. Or, go back out into Omega and buy various supplies. She knew the other crew members were going to buy supplies, but she doubted any of them would know what a Quarian would need, or that they could be trusted to get said things properly if asked. Worse still, the human who had claimed to have medical skills had left with the group that went on the Twin Stars ship. That left Kasyra as one of the few people on board with actual medical knowledge - possibly even the most medically skilled of all the crew. A thought which did not inspire confidence for her - she was no medic.

~ Thirty minutes later ~

Kasyra was thankful that the sector they had docked at was not Blue Suns controlled. Right now, she rather doubted she could resist the urge to gun the scum down in the streets if she saw any of them. The district they were docked at was predominantly Turian, but for the most part she was ignored while walking the streets, as most Quarians were. That was one of Omega’s very few good aspects compared to the other usual hubs - Quarians were ignored instead of watched with suspicion.

It took her a moderate amount of time to locate her first destination - a slightly shady looking pharmacy stocking all manner of Dextro drugs. The Turian at the counter was quick to business, asking no questions about the purposes of the various things Kasyra was ordering, though at first she was a little sceptical of the Quarians ability to pay, most Quarians on Omega were not exactly well off after all. Kasyra understood, she was used to be judged in that manner. She took some small pleasure in the slightly surprised look on the Turians face when the not inconsiderable cost was accepted by the system. Kasyra was drawing from the ship's funds in this instance of course, but she could certainly have afforded it from her own pocket if she wanted to - a decent credit balance being one of the few things she still legitimately thanked the Blue Suns for.

Loading the supplies into a large satchel for carrying, she moved to her next destination. It took longer to get to this one, but it was worth it. It was a little place hidden in some back alleys that imported top quality ingredients from Palaven, as well as a few of the other homeworlds. It was run by, of all things, a Hanar. Entering, the familiar filtered smells of strong ingredients from half a dozen planets wafted in pasted her helmets filtration system. “Zapeld!” She said, a rare hint of joy in her voice as she greeted the Hanar. “It’s good to see you.” The Hanar turned, changing color somewhat in what Kasyra liked to think might be a surprised but happy expression…. Though in truth she didn’t know in the slightest.

“It has been a long time since this one saw you last, Kasyra’Tala. It trusts that you are well?” Kasyra smiled at the ever polite nature of the Hanar. She knew it was just normal for them, but she always found it refreshing not to be talked down to or judged openly for being what she was. “I’ve been better, but seeing you are still well certainly brightens my day.” She said genuinely. “This one thanks you for your kind words. You are always welcome in its humble shop Kasyra’Tala.”

“Thanks Zapeld. It’s nice to know someone likes me still. Do you have my old standard order in your computer's still?” She asked, only now realising she wouldn’t be able to carry everything back to the ship with what she planned to order. “This one believes it does. It will investigate.” The Hanar began working the computer system, looking through old records while Kasyra walked through the aisles, taking in the smells and looking at the various stock she was unfamiliar with from planets other than Palaven. “This one has found your standard order.” The Hanar announced from the counter. “Good.” Kasyra replied. “I’ll have a triple order.”

There was a moment of silence before Zapeld replied. Kasyra liked to think his color change indicated shock and surprise, but in a good way. “This one is impressed. It wonders what the occasion is.”

“Nothing special, unfortunately.” She began to reply. “I am simply going to educate my Turian crew members on their own culture.” She had only a hint of mirth in her tone as she said this. Zapeld changed color again. Kasyra imagined he was conducting the Hanar equivalent of an amused smile.

After she completed the transaction, she waved goodbye to Zapeld, wishing him well, and went to find a skycar to hire. Once she found one that looked vaguely serviceable, she loaded everything in and tracked down a store to buy the food purification unit she would need. She found one in a store owned by a tired looking Batarian and payed for it, near depleting her personal funds. It too was loaded into the skycar, and she finally made her way back to the Borealis, feeling quite satisfied with her purchases.