A chill running up her arms, Mira shivered, leaning back from the metal railing she had been putting her weight on, staring off into the starry sky, her mind swept in the current of passing ships. How she longed to be there, not any place in particular, just adrift amidst the stars, far away from the din of pain and greed on Omega. Her fists clenched, brilliant green eyes shutting tightly closed, blocking out the abrasive sights of the obtrusive planet, if but for a moment. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Mira drifted away from the railing, stepping slowly back into the motion of the crowds, of the planet, before reopening her eyes. 

[i]'I normally don't have the time to waste on those such as yourself, Ms. Vadri. But, as it just so happens to be, I think that you could be of a certain use to us. So, I'll give you a chance.'[/i] 

One chance, one last chance. She felt her throat constricting again, threatening to let lose a scream that desired nothing more to sing into the night sky, echoing listlessly on deaf ears. She was all alone. Taking a brief look around, at the many different faces around her, she couldn't help but take note of how alone each and everyone here was. Their faces were worn, almost lost of all light, it left one to wonder if they had ever had a fire in their eyes before. 

[i]'Thank you, I won't let you down. I shall come back with a promising report, I swear it.'[/i] 

By the Goddess, she was in over her head. Perhaps she should have just asked them to end it, to spare her of this pain, of knowing that the galaxy above was always there, yet always out of reach. Letting lose a shaky sigh, Mira became one with the sea of different faces, molding with the flow that carried her towards her new home, a small and lightly decorated apartment. The only time she spent in here was to meditate, read, or drown in her pain. She'd never gone to slip away to the drinks offered at Afterlife, the Goddess knows what they put in them, rather she would rely on her self-made galaxy, harbored deep within the reaches of her mind, the memories of space, the heartbeat of the galaxy creating a soothing wave of calm to wash over and lap at her every nerve. Tomorrow, she would go investigate and terminate the Vorcha, sounded simple enough, but she knew as soon as she locked her eyes with Ticus, he was not to be trusted. He was suave, but he was no diplomat, that she was sure of. He had few tells, as one of his stature was definitely well protected behind a wall of impenetrable lies, and power. Yet, warning bells went off in her head, as they most likely should have, he was, after all, a mob boss. Still, something didn't settle well with her.

Trying her best for the rest of the night, the young Asari slipped into her meditation, becoming one with the stars. Whatever may come tomorrow, she would deal with upon the dawn, hopefully she would be able to rise to the occasion. With effort, she might be able to work herself out of the Circle, a dull hope, but a thought that helped ease her nonetheless. Whatever was to come, she decided, she would face with the tenacity and valor only an Asari could possess. She would prove herself to this Ticus, but for tonight, she would be one with perpetual space. In the furthest reaches of that space, began a dark cloud, slowly infesting her once colorful and bountiful galaxy, it was searching...for [i]her[/i].