The SSV Saxony
slid slowly through the nebulae that surrounded the Citadel, on a course toward the ancient station. The Citadel had been devastated in the recent Geth onslaught, thousands dead, but sentient life is a hard foe to best, and the station had been reclaimed from the fires and debris, while only a shadow of its former glory, the Citadel is operational, and still undergoing both restoration and repairs. The SSV Saxony
, like its yet unknown mission, was no average warship: a new class of ship almost, but still she falls under the class of "Cruiser". She's equipped with an experimental technology, based on Element Zero and utilizing refracted light, the Alliance Egg-heads coined it a "Cloaking" Device. Meanwhile, the Saxony
was preparing for her final approach on the Citadel...
A sight which, only two weeks ago would've seemed suspicious, but now considered commonplace, was occurring at the Night-Club Flux
in the Wards: a uniformed Alliance Officer, in Combat armor and armed, was sitting at the bar. While most club-goers paid this man little heed, the Volus owner was slightly nervous as to why this seemingly on-duty officer was drinking in his Club, to him, something was amiss. While in-fact, nothing was really amiss, the officer, that is 2nd Lieutenant Xavier Dickinson, really wasn't on duty, and he really didn't care what shady happenings were going on, he just wanted a drink. The Lieutenant himself was slumped over a glass, which really wasn't made of glass... a noun made somewhat redundant, staring into the bottom of it, and the small bit of liquid still left at its bottom. He blinked, once, then twice, and looked up, to see a Volus head barely visible above the rim of the bar. The Volus then asked, concealing his anxiety well,
"Is there anything else you'll be requiring tonight, sir?"
Xavier sighed, glanced behind him at the sprawling Metropolis of the Wards, then looked back at the Volus, saying with unhappiness,
"No, I'm afraid not."
And with that, he stood up, and walked towards the door, slightly limping along the way, and nodded to the Bouncer as he left. He was slightly drunk, he knew, but at least he was pleased, for the moment...
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