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I guess it begins with a pink-haired woman. Or ends with one.

Maya honestly couldn't tell herself sometimes.

For a second the nurse zoned out as her mind became a sea of thoughts as she grabbed onto her head - she didn't know why but her heart started racing as her head hurt. All the sounds going on around her were muted as she leaned forward and grabbed her head. She took in a deep breath as she tried to calm herself down, but the more she tried the more it seemed the opposite was happening. With every second that passed, Maya felt more and more like she was going to pass out.

"... So, um, what do you think it is, Doc?"

The voice of this man - a bulky human with blonde hair, raggedy clothes, blue eyes, - knocked her out of her reverie. He was lying down on the examination table with his hands on his stomach and then Maya felt a drip of water hit her overhead. She looked up saw that she was still in the same rundown doctor's room with pipes overhead spraying and the horrid smell... and she was more than certain that this place would be closed down if there was any type of standard. Most of the time she was patching up members of the gangs but it was the only place where she could find any type of work without any type of credentials.

Yup, she was in Omega alright.

"Can you repeat yourself?" Maya softly requested.

"I have these itchy bumps and rashes..." He stammered out, obviously embarrassed to repeat himself but Maya had a suspicion of what it was. Maya used her Omnitool to record what he just said.

"Where?"

"In my... groin area." 

Maya had to resist the urge to laugh.

"And when did the symptoms start?"

"A week after I, um..." He coughed, "Had an encounter with an Asari..."

She couldn't help but narrow her eyes and think to herself: [i]You should have known better than having sex with another whore - or with the Asari at all, they're all dirty.[/i] However, the warming smile on her face betrayed her thoughts as she long learned how to do when dealing with anything having to do with aliens.

"I believe you have the scale itch, but I'll let Dr. Zaban make that determination," Maya said as she stood up and walked out of the room to find that Salarian Doctor and let her figure this out. She was getting tired of wasting her medical talent and drive on gunshot wounds and STDs...

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A few hours later, Maya came back home to her small scruffy apartment in which she was [i]surprised[/i] that nobody broke in ([s]today[/s]). The sliding doors opened, and home-sweet-home was revealed to her: a (very uncomfortable) bed, a shelf, nightstand, desk with her computer on it with a chair pushed up against it. Taking off her jacket, she threw it on the back of the chair as she sat down. There had to be something that she could do because the money was draining by the second, and she was certain that she would get put out eventually. While this apartment sucked, it was better than being homeless on the streets of Omega. 

She scrolled through job after job posting - unfortunately, they were either shady (obvious fronts for the Black Market) or she just didn't fit what they were looking for. However, she raised an eyebrow when she saw one job posting on a ship known as the Caelestis.

... She immediately applied.


[hr][hr][right][sup][i][color=turquoise]Omega - Current Times.[/color][/i][/sup][/right]

A week later and Maya prepared all of her things... she had everything valuable to her stowed away in a luggage bag. She was certain that her home was going to be looted anyway, so she made haste towards the spaceport. One taxi-ride later and she saw the ship with her own two eyes - it was definitely an Alien-design, maybe Salarian? Maya wasn't really that well-versed in the ships made by other races and just shook her head and walked up the gantry. She wasn't really that excited to work with Aliens, but it was for money.

What's the worst that can go wrong, after all?