Dex watched Tia's back as she walked away having ended the conversation on a cold note. Dex finally resumed her seat pulling a face, she felt her words had no impact. She forgets so often when dealing with other races that they don’t pick up on vocal cues through her sub harmonics. Cues that are so naturally expressed that it’s not until well after the conversation is over does she realize something might have been missed in translation. Perhaps the Elcor had it right with noting their emotions. Her sincerity never fell so flat before.

Regardless she took into consideration about Omega’s factions but knew well from her own experience that as large as those gangs were they had bigger fish to fry. She did take Iosif’s suggestion about the Afterlife port, it would be a good neutral spot while it didn’t take long to get anywhere from that point. 

Getting the clear go ahead from the Drell to carry on, he managed to patch up the coolant though she assumed they wouldn’t need to use the canon by any means right away. Unless pirates were hiding in Thail’s rings they’d be fine. Without anyone else needing to stay put she decided it was best they’d head off.

While she received a good update from their resident batarian engineer regarding the engine. She nodded seeing him beat a quick retreat after delivering the information without a thank you. 

Dex went straight to work guiding the [i]Borealis[/i] out of orbit heading toward Thail. Her talons flexed instinctively dancing across the console with ease. As new as she was to the vessel and it may be the worst she’s ever flown, but damn it she was going fly it through a tightly packed asteroid field without a single scratch. In which case she’d soon prove that when they reached Omega. The [i]Borealis[/i] was bulky as hell felt like pushing a rock through sand. It dragged its ass no thanks to the thrusters being the way they were. It couldn’t help but make her wonder how Captain Luzami managed to get this thing to Illium in the first place.

They approached Thail ducking below the icy rings. Dex pulled into it’s orbit, they circled the gas-giant a few times gaining momentum. Within it’s shadows the bridge darkened considerably only the glow from the consoles to provide light. The [i]Borealis[/i] wanted to pull up out of her hands, getting sucked into the planet’s immense gravity. It was time to launch.

“[color=007236]Alright gents, get ready for the break off. It’s feeling like it’ll be bumpy.[/color]” With a few keystrokes she calculated their speed trajectory with help from Haze. “[color=007236]Here we go![/color]”

They rounded the planet one more time then pulled off from its gravity, the ship’s stabilizers absorbed the worst of the launch while in Iosif’s hands the slack was tightened up. They flew with all the momentum they had built maintaining speed with minimum use of the thrusters. Going exactly as planned. 

“[color=007236]Approaching Mass Relay, engaging mass effect core. Preparing for relay jump.[/color]” She said bringing up the readings from the mass effect core. She hit the switch guiding the [i]Borealis[/i] close to the relay. Light seemed to bend around them as they entered FTL, disappearing in the blink of an eye. They reappeared in the Omega Nebula. Dex let out a quick sigh of relief; she had been worried that the ship couldn’t even maintain FTL to make the jump. They headed towards Omega, while getting warnings of low fuel. The asteroid field as dense as always, Dex’s smile was confident. She took the ship through the field, testing it’s manoeuvrability. It did all right; they came out the other side unscathed.

Dex quickly opened up the comms hailing Afterlife district docks. 

“[color=007236]This is Dexureta of the [i]Borealis[/i] requesting permission to dock.[/color]”

There was a pause over the comms while the docking manager scanned their ship.

“Permission granted, [i]Borealis[/i]. Dock at Bay A4.” A woman’s voice confirmed permission. Dex pulled into the docking area slowly easing the [i]Borealis[/i] into it’s designated spot. When the locks were in place discharging the mass effect core, she flipped on the intercom addressing the crew once more.

"[color=007236]Attention all crew, we have docked successfully at the horrifically dingy Afterlife District. To your left you can see some prostitute giving a batarian a blowjob in the alley, while off to the right you can see some gang members, looks like Bloodpack, shaking down a local for protection money. Please step lightly while exiting, you might just trip over a dead body.[/color]" Dex finished the announcement brightly pushing up from the console. 

Her omnitool blinked again with [i]another[/i] new message from Galentos. Silencing it again with a little irritation. She owed a second to check-in with her family and Jorick. As much as she missed Gal she didn’t owe him a check-in anymore. Though her curiosity wanted to know [i]why[/i] he was suddenly contacting her. It had been months since they broke up. The time for drunken confessions was well past.

Her omnitool faded away when her eyes drifted up to see Omega’s skyline through the grimey windows. The red glow was an unnatural light emitted from the mass effect generators, sustaining it dead center of its asteroid field. She had been to Omega plenty of times before today. When she turned her back on Taetrus, her life for the past six years had been spent primarily in the Terminus Systems. While it was the only place she could move freely work took her to all sections of the galaxy.

Her experience digging around in the Hierarchy’s business prepared her for all manner of challenges. When Galentos hired her on she had raised him from Turian space into a greater realm of influence. Criminals, gang leaders, morally ambiguous government officials, all manners people came to them looking for information. It wasn’t a matter of if she [i]could[/i] but [i]how long[/i] it would take. Spying took immense amounts of patience, it was always easier to pick up on a paper trail but more often than not catching someone in the act was the most damning. Opportunity always reared its head for those watching. 

Her work made her rather cynical to a fault. Working amongst strangers though provided a comfort, no one expected to hear her life story nor did she expect to hear theirs. A level of curiosity obviously drew her attention but not enough to go pulling up their private lives. 

Today wasn’t for meant for old work habits, more pressing concerns of getting fuel, contracts and food were their priority.

“[color=007236]I’m going to slip into my armour, gents. Meet you three in the hanger.[/color]” She waved them off heading out of the bridge.

She headed toward her quarters where she had thrown her things haphazardly. Only an idiot would wander Omega without armour or a weapon.