Clairvoyance
I'm a bad bitch, you c'aint kill me.
Neela
"Attention all crew members of the KS-9 Exodus. This is Neela'Solaan vas Wae-..vas Exodus, one of your captains. Please report to docking bay G13, we will be leaving shortly." A Quarian's tell-tale accent rang throughout the Citadel, broadcasting her ship's upcoming departure to all. She told the announcer to broadcast the message for a few more minutes, then left the small, compact room.
Outside, the Citadel's beauty was stretched out before her. A seemingly never-ending expanse of fountains, glass and technology that she doubted she'd see for a long while. "This is it, Nee. Time to go kick the galaxy's ass back into gear." She said to herself, grinning behind her mask and setting off for the Exodus.
When she reached the ship, there were people crowding around it and asking each other what was happening. When one of the only Quarians on the citadel and the only Quarian Spectre currently alive made an announcement, people tended to listen. "Unless you're part of my crew, back off. I don't need all of you blocking the way for other, more important people." She yelled over the throng. Now was the part where people realized she was an asshole, and they had better things to do. Most people quickly dispersed, but a few stubborn onlookers remained.
A well-sized group made up of various races, genders and ages had assembled in front of the ship. None of them were at attention, but they'd managed to stand in an organized line from lowest ranking to highest. "Alright, that's most of the crew..now where's my co-captain?" She asked everyone. Unfortunately, no-one seemed to have an answer for her -- as per usual. "Damn Turian..." She mumbled, scanning the remaining crowd. If he didn't move his ass, Nee was easily considering leaving him. After all, then she wouldn't have to share.
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