Mirage listened to the salarian's device with interest, using the crew's Omni-tools as an omnidirectional microphone to tap into their conversation. [i]Looks like we have work.[/i] It would be expeditious to get this contract out of the way first so they actually had some credits to spend, and Mirage agreed when heard Valiss make the same argument. 

His Omni-tool bleeped and he looked down to see a message from Serana. [color=Hotpink]"Next time ask. I nearly sent a virus back to you."[/color] Amused, Mirage sent a quick message back: "[code]Cute, but unwise. I'm just providing overwatch.[/code]" He realized he should have anticipated something like this. They were all a bunch of paranoid mercenaries and Mirage hadn't actually hired them himself, so he grudgingly admitted it was reasonable they didn't like him rooting around in their personal devices. [i]Well, tough,[/i] he thought. 

As the meet-and-greet progressed and the various crewmembers introduced themselves, Mirage noted their respective skills into his Omni-tool and attached the information to the dots littering his holo-map with color-coded tags. The techies received orange tags, the biotics purple, the muscle red and Alex, the closest thing they had to a medic, blue. There was a relatively even distribution of skills among the crew and Mirage was glad there were several others who knew emergency first aid, but he anticipated that Alex would become a very valuable member of the crew very soon. For good measure, he added a big, golden tag with silver lining to himself and marked it 'Lord Commander'.

Eventually it was agreed; they'd head out in an hour and tackle the mission first. Mirage noticed a comms channel opening and heard the voice of the female human, Tanya, one of the techies. The one who insisted on calling him 'Wheelie'. [i]Ridiculous. This thing doesn't even have wheels.[/i] [color=cyan]“Hey, Wheelie, see what you can find for a ride we can beg, borrow, or steal, because it’s going to be a hell of a long walk. What else do you need me to take care of when the show starts?”[/color] 

Begging or borrowing something on Omega was a hilariously naive notion. [i]Stealing it is,[/i] he thought to himself. Omega was full of old mining vehicles; big, eight-wheeled contraptions that were easily converted to troop transports. Local gangs often used them to move around, but stealing from them wasn't necessarily the best idea. Instead, he pulled up O-Market, a local extranet hub for individuals to buy and sell unwanted goods, and scanned the list of vehicles for sale and their associated addresses. One caught his interest, parked relatively closeby in a streetside lockup. "[code]There's a salarian selling an old eight-wheeler, converted for personnel transport, nearby. It's within the district, a 10 minute hike away from the docks. He's parked it in a lockup, but if you patch me into your Omni-tool and wave it in the general vicinity of the door it shouldn't be hard to open. I'll mark the location on your map. Word of advice: don't try to beg or borrow for anything while you're here. And just stay alive, will you? I'll need your Omni-tool to make a local connection to the security systems when you get into the admin building."[/code] 

Opening his comms to the rest of the crew, Mirage continued: "[code]I still want those squads figured out, children. Group up, hold hands, and tell your teacher, alright?"[/code]