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	Catching a ride to Omega from Illium to Omega was quite easy. Due to the inherent lawlessness of the place, she didn't have to worry about customs or some law enforcement agency hassling her over her firearms. It was easy as just paying a few extra credits for a seat on an inbound freighter, and while the trip was long, the green-skinned asari knew how to keep herself entertained during the journey. Playing music on her omni-tool, or having fun with her time-wasting gardening app, she knew how to kill time. She was still just processing everything when she boarded, however, having left her home that she spent the majority of her very short life in. She felt a soft form of grief when she watched Illium slip away from the ship she was in, only to never look back. At that point she knew that while she can easily come back if to Illium to visit if she wanted, she couldn't stay there anymore. Barred from various businesses, blacklisted on quite a few job markets, it was very clear that the powers of Illium no longer wanted her there. Having already said one last goodbye to all of her friends, loved ones and comrades-in-arms, she started her new journey to Omega, with the hopes of starting a new life with new friends and new opportunities.

	After docking in Omega at a far different port, Lokea took her time breathing in this new atmosphere. It looked like a grimy pisshole but it had its own smell and [i]flavor[/i] that made it unique from all the other pissholes that Lokea went to. [color=02fc5e][i]Wait, [b]flavor[/b] might be the wrong term to use here[/i][/color], Lokea thought. Even then, this crime-ridden hive of scum and villainy felt unique to other hives, and while Lokea might have trouble dealing with the crazy vorcha, asshole batarians, entitled humans, stiff turians and drunk asari, she didn't entirely mind having to settle here for a short time. Having passed the front gates to Club Afterlife on her way towards the shuttles, Lokea took one to Docking Bay 26. In the journey there, she checked what remained of her medicine. Three doses left. [i][color=02fc5e]This Saris fellow better pay up soon.[/color][/i] Lokea thought. While she was somewhat optimistic about the offer, she was still scared of having to experience the pains of her strange biology once again. Her body didn't need to remind her of her floran background, her green skin and planted memories already did their job good enough.

	The cab arrived at Bay 26, and Lokea promptly stepped out of the vehicle. Wearing her multicam Rosenkov armor, she had her Carnifex handgun at her side, Avenger assault rifle on her back and a large duffel bag in her hand, already appearing ready to settle in for her new job. The duffel bag, complete with several changes of clothes, some high-calorie snacks, a few thermal clips and some spare parts for her weapons, was a little heavy to say the least, but for a slightly-inferior copy of a powerful Asari Commando, Lokea carried it with her no problem. Walking into the large open docking bay, something already seemed amiss.

	[i][color=02fc5e]Where is everyone? Shouldn't there be maintenance workers or other civilians here?[/color][/i] Lokea thought to herself, looking around. Her very subdued suspicions of Saris were starting to rise up from the back of her mind, her gut screaming [i]it's a fucking trap.[/i] With cautious optimism, Lokea hoped that this bay was just bought by Saris to allow them some time to discuss privately or something. She then heard the loudspeakers, and she stopped to listen intently.  

	Needless to say, Lokea was a bit surprised by all of this. She had arrived right on time, only for the Blue Suns to come after them in [i]ten minutes?[/i] Good thing she came in her armor, then! While she was on the dock, she didn't see anyone else yet. [i][color=02fc5e]Oh goddess, am I the only one here?[/color][/i] Lokea started to panic a little, but before she can call out [i]Hello![/i] she caught sight of several figures in the distance. She quickly jogged to them, hoping to get a good idea of who's she's working with, and hopefully devise a strategy to survive this 'test'. She hoped at least one of them brought an RPG, she never really had to take on aerial threats herself during the Reaper War and reconstruction. She got a good look at some of the people she was approaching. Two teenage human males, an adult male batarian, a feminine human in white armor, Lokea wasn't feeling too good about her chances just yet.

	[i][color=02fc5e]Well, looks like I'm already off to a great start.[/color][/i]