The journey to the Omega system was reasonably smooth. Surprisingly so, actually. Mirage opened up a direct line of communications with the docking station they were aiming for as soon as the [i]Borealis[/i] entered the system and patched Dex in, allowing her to ask for docking permission. After that, he busied himself with shoehorning his monitoring app into everyone's Omni-tools -- without asking permission, of course. [i]Someone has to keep track of these idiots,[/i] he thought to himself as he opened up a holo-screen displaying the locations of the crew, who were currently scattered across the ship. This also allowed him to directly talk to them using the ship's comms system. 

Hazan had already left the bridge and after the docking procedure was complete, so did Dex. Mirage hadn't said anything when Hazan offered to extend greetings to anyone stationside. He thought of Twitch and Astrovor, but he put them out of his mind almost immediately. He had a job to do. Judging by the crew's movement through the ship, most of them were getting ready or already gathering in the hangar; perfect timing.

Using the ship's intercomm and any personal comm-link he could patch himself into, Mirage cleared his throat and spoke up. "[code]Alright children, gather round and listen up. My name is Mirage and I will be your tour guide today on the lovely garden-world known as Omega. Pay attention, because Mirage is good and Mirage is wise. Using my extensive deductive capabilities -- and by listening in on your conversations -- I've compiled a list of everything we need to do here. First off; parts. We all know this ship is a rustbucket. If you can tell the wrong end from the right end of a wrench, please take responsibility. We also need food. One of the other levo-based lifeforms on this vessel, please tag along."[/code] His voice, already raspy and distorted through the rebreather, sounded even more guttural and ominous over the ship's shitty speakers.

Checking his list, Mirage paused for a second before continuing. "[code]We obviously also need fuel. Drono, you said something about weapon coolant? Whatever, it's on the list. Have fun. Also, in case any of you morons get shot, we need medical supplies. And last but not least, we need credits, which means we need work. Those of you with actual social skills, please apply. Check? Check. Now, since we're all adults, I'm going to assume you know how to work together; that goes for the humans too. Form groups and distribute the responsibilities. I was born and raised on Omega, so if you have any questions about where you need to go, whisper. Once you've formed the squads, let me know so I can assign you completely randomly generated call-signs. Mirage out.[/code]" 

Leaning back in his chair, Mirage chuckled to himself. It had been a while since he'd taken charge of an operation like this. It reminded him of his shadow war against the Blue Suns. [i]Some things never change.[/i]