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About one hour earlier...

Illium, a world all too familar to Valiss, it was one of her people's most astounding planets second only to the homeworld. The world was packed as always with tourists, merchants and visitors of all kinds. She had always seen it as a shadier place than Thessia, anything someone wanted could be bought here, even slaves, though the proper term was indentured servant. She preferred her homeplanet, but Illium had its own perks. 

The Asari sat inside a bar, dance music blaring behind her. She was the only one at her table, three empty glasses alongside, she had just signaled for one more. Valiss had never been an extreme drinker, though her intake of alcohol had seemed to increase ever since her dismissal from the military. No one would fault her for sampling Illium's bars, she had found they always had unique types of alocoholic beverages. Plus she still had her military discount, even though her time in the military was very over.

Valiss had her armor on, one of the few inside of the club that was wearing such attire. A few curious glances had been given to her when she entered the establishment, it was probably the reason why no one had tried to approach her to flirt with her. That didn't upset her at all, she had business later. A glass was placed in front of her, the liquid a pink color. She reached for it, noticing another Asari lock eyes with her, a grin on her face as Valiss downed the drink.

Well, some flirtation could be fun. Valiss thought as she swallowed the shot. A glance at her omni-tool reveled the time, She probably didn't want to show up to her newest mission late, it was bad enough she was indulging herself right before. Just then she noticed the other Asari had left her seat and approached Valiss' table. A smile on her face, a beautiful scent of perfume surrounding her. 

"Why are you drinking alone?" The Asari asked Valiss as she placed her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her palm. Valiss was almost jealous of the girl, she was younger, seemed like she had just hit adulthood. Probably had rich parents somewhere on the world, wealthy enough to afford her the dark red dress she wore. 

"I just stopped by to quench my thirst. Gotta go work a new job in a little bit." Valiss replied with a smile, which the other asari returned. 

"Security?" 

"Nope, but how'd you venture that guess? Was it the armor of the assault rifle on my back?" Valiss said as she debated ordering one more shot. She decided against it. "I got a job as a crewman on some starship. Haven't met a single person on it yet."

"So you're getting ready?" The asari asked her.

"You could say that. I'm just sampling the finest of Illium." Valiss answered. The other Asari giggled a cute laugh, she had forgotten how charming some of her own race could really be. 

"So you're not staying here?" 

"I'm not, kind of wish I could now. But duty calls." Valiss replied, a ting of disappointment in her words. 

"Well, can I get your name at least?" 

"Valiss, whats yours?"

"Eaese." 

"That's a pretty name. I'll remember it the next time I'm planetside, maybe we'll see each other then." Valiss said, then started out of her seat, the other Asari standing up in front of her. She planted a kiss on Valiss' cheek, a smirk on both of their faces at the gesture.

"For good luck. Space is very dangerous, not like Illium." Eaese said with a flirty smile. Valiss had to practically kick herself to get moving but not before she spoke once more to the pretty asari.

"That's why I like it." Valiss said with a wink, then made her way out of the bar. She tapped into her omni-tool, paying her tab in full with a generous tip. It wasn't like she was going to be spending many credits in outer space. 

Valiss stood on board the vessel. It sure didn't look like very much, she hoped it would actually be able to fly. That wasn't even concerning the armaments, it was one thing to fly, a whole different thing entirely to not get shot down. Thankfully she wasn't going to be the one to fly it, that was a task for a different crewman. She hadn't said much to the others after arriving, a few nods and hellos. It was a varied crew which would be something to get used to, but she was not the only asari which relieved her.

She had placed her cargo inside of her storage locker, it was not very much, a picture of her parents and some spare clothing. She glanced at the picture, it flickering to life inside the frame. Her father would have been proud of her for her time in the military, she knew he would have believed her about her dismissal. If she could only see Lisal once more, understand why that snake sold her out. Asari lived very long lives, Valiss had gotten used to being patient. 

Valiss still wore her armor and had her weapons clipped to the back of it, one by one she unhooked them and secured them inside the tight locker. It probably wouldn't be best to wander around the ship with her weapons displayed, might give off the wrong message to people she would have to get used to living alongside. If goddess forbid she did actually get into a scuffle with someone, then her martial arts would be more than enough to properly defend herself.

Valiss wandered into the common area, she had to admit that it was simple but quite cozy. The Asari was quite pleased to find a fully stocked bar nearby. It wasn't anything extraordinary, kind of cramped, but it was something. There looked to be enough for a few weeks. She would be able to pick right back up where she had left off on Illium. 

Her eyes scanned the bottles of booze, nothing ultra pricey or fancy. Her fingers found a glass, then a bottle of whiskey. She poured herself a sturdy drink, then sat in the common room. Unsure of her next move onboard her new home.

Iela

"Or just shoot her right in the face alongside of all of us if they catch our crawler. But I hope that isn't going to happen." Iela said as she heard Rouke speak, a smile on her face. She wasn't planning on getting executed by the Empire, and she didn't expect any of her fellow prisoners to either. Maybe the young girl wanted to die, if she was crazy enough about that then she supposed they could roll her out the back of their transport, let the Stormies give her the death she apparently seeked.

The Twi'lek was almost flung out of her seat as their crawler came under fire from the Empire. That was expected, but hopefully the rolling bucket of bolts had thick enough plating that it could stand some blaster fire. She hoped that it was only foot soldiers firing upon them, not any walkers or fighters, if those came at them, then their chances of escape seemed more bleak. 

Then she flinched as the stray bolt impacted near the doorway, the transport's armor was as cheap as it appeared, just great. More shots rained in. She didn't want to die here and it appeared the pilot had been hit, judging by the smell and pathetic sound he had made. Iela fell out of her seat as the transport barely made it, she carefully rose up, then made her way into the cockpit, finding Varan on the floor.

"We're not dead yet. Can the crawler still go?" She asked, if it didn't that would mean they would all have to abandon it and go on foot. A whole different prospect entirely, and not one she exactly wanted.

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