SkyeOfStars"Oh Spirits. Damn it."
The captain was dead.
After summarily lugging his duffel bag and equipment cases onto the ship, they'd hauled ass clean out of Ilium. No time to wait.
Now they floated, still, in the space just outside of Ilium. Everyone had agreed on the one condition that no one claim the captain's cabin, and as far as he was concerned he didn't care. The journey to the planet hadn't been easy; hitching a ride was hard enough, but paying the ship's captain to look the other way regarding his active bounty was harder. Hazan had hoped the journey away from Omega would've made the heat disappear, but last he'd checked...it wasn't the case.
Whatever, he thought, at least I'm away from that hellhole. Lost too many friends there, made too many enemies to go back.
He waited until everyone else had dispersed. Frankly the size of the team the ex-captain had gathered here was impressive. A Krogan, a Drell, a Quarian, four turians (including himself), five humans, a Batarian, two Asari and a vorcha. The single biggest crew he'd ever worked with. Impressive for a dead Salarian smuggler. The other details he'd worked were smaller, four or five person teams. Usually running smaller jobs; someone wanted someone else dead, or something moved from place to place. Omega was a dirty station, and everyone had dirt on everyone else. Most of the time. Hopefully no one here was a bounty hunter that secretly wanted him dead. The life he'd left behind on Omega was a violent one, full of death, mostly aimed at him now that he was gone.
As he watched the last of the crew leave the hangar, he got off the cargo crate he was sitting on and grabbed his stuff. His armour and weapons sat in two black cases, and the rest of his belongings were in the duffel bag on his shoulder. With the layout of the Borealis saved safely in his omnitool, he found his way to the crew bunks. He chucked his duffel on the table, stacked his cases, grabbed his visor and left immediately for the bridge. He'd signed up as navigator, best to get straight to his job just in case something came up.
Passing the krogan (whose name he'd not remembered) in the hall, he headed straight for the navigation bank, which happened to be...one console. He sat in the chair and clipped the visor to his head. Hazan rolled his neck, got the kinks out and, with a wave of his fingers his omnitool glowed into power. With a simple few keystrokes he synced his visor and omnitool to the ship's database, and began slowly studying what maps the rust bucket had in its system. Not much, but it was something he could work with. Hopefully when the rest of the crew got their shit together and decided on a course of action, he'd be of help.
As it stood now, he had nothing to do so he instead settled on reading the latest ANN articles and browsing whatever maps and star charts the ship database had. He sat back in his chair, idly scrolling through the console and his omnitool. If anyone else entered the bridge, he'd notice.
The captain was dead.
After summarily lugging his duffel bag and equipment cases onto the ship, they'd hauled ass clean out of Ilium. No time to wait.
Now they floated, still, in the space just outside of Ilium. Everyone had agreed on the one condition that no one claim the captain's cabin, and as far as he was concerned he didn't care. The journey to the planet hadn't been easy; hitching a ride was hard enough, but paying the ship's captain to look the other way regarding his active bounty was harder. Hazan had hoped the journey away from Omega would've made the heat disappear, but last he'd checked...it wasn't the case.
Whatever, he thought, at least I'm away from that hellhole. Lost too many friends there, made too many enemies to go back.
He waited until everyone else had dispersed. Frankly the size of the team the ex-captain had gathered here was impressive. A Krogan, a Drell, a Quarian, four turians (including himself), five humans, a Batarian, two Asari and a vorcha. The single biggest crew he'd ever worked with. Impressive for a dead Salarian smuggler. The other details he'd worked were smaller, four or five person teams. Usually running smaller jobs; someone wanted someone else dead, or something moved from place to place. Omega was a dirty station, and everyone had dirt on everyone else. Most of the time. Hopefully no one here was a bounty hunter that secretly wanted him dead. The life he'd left behind on Omega was a violent one, full of death, mostly aimed at him now that he was gone.
As he watched the last of the crew leave the hangar, he got off the cargo crate he was sitting on and grabbed his stuff. His armour and weapons sat in two black cases, and the rest of his belongings were in the duffel bag on his shoulder. With the layout of the Borealis saved safely in his omnitool, he found his way to the crew bunks. He chucked his duffel on the table, stacked his cases, grabbed his visor and left immediately for the bridge. He'd signed up as navigator, best to get straight to his job just in case something came up.
Passing the krogan (whose name he'd not remembered) in the hall, he headed straight for the navigation bank, which happened to be...one console. He sat in the chair and clipped the visor to his head. Hazan rolled his neck, got the kinks out and, with a wave of his fingers his omnitool glowed into power. With a simple few keystrokes he synced his visor and omnitool to the ship's database, and began slowly studying what maps the rust bucket had in its system. Not much, but it was something he could work with. Hopefully when the rest of the crew got their shit together and decided on a course of action, he'd be of help.
As it stood now, he had nothing to do so he instead settled on reading the latest ANN articles and browsing whatever maps and star charts the ship database had. He sat back in his chair, idly scrolling through the console and his omnitool. If anyone else entered the bridge, he'd notice.
