Snippet #1843219

Keelah, was this a big ship. Cee'Larah had seen large ships as a part of the Migrant Fleet, sure, but none of what she saw even began to compare to the hulking mass that is the Citadel. Just arriving at the Citadel yesterday, Cee has been completely lost since. She was pointed to a small place in the wards she could stay, which, to her pleasure, was far away from the mass population of the rest of the Citadel. Sure it meant she had to walk a lot. But so what?

Other than buying her sniper rifle from an arms dealer, who was confused as to why a small Quarian girl would want such a thing, Cee hasn't had a very eventful stay at the Citadel. She thought about getting a job as a weapon technician, but she knew that the distrust of her race wouldn't allow that. She also considered heading to one of the clubs like Flux, but she wasn't brave enough to go somewhere like that just yet.

Cee'Larah's reasoning for going to the Citadel was simple. She was here as part of her Pilgrimage. She hopes to find new sorts of technology to bring back to her people, then being seen as an adult. She didn't expect something to land right in her lap, sure, but was this ever taking long.

She sat up from her bed, hopeful. She had heard yesterday about a very skilled technician who is a member of the Alliance Military. She hoped that the Alliance would be kind enough to let her talk to him. Without this, she wasn't sure where else to look for. She could travel to Omega, but she wanted to avoid that. The idea of all those people packed into one space station frightened her. And the clubs... oh, she would hate getting looks from perverted Humans and Turians. Cee'Larah is well aware that she's an attractive girl, but the idea of others undressing her with their eyes disturbed her.

Cee'Larah left her room, remembering to keep her pistol at her belt. She didn't expect she'd need it, but you can never be sure. She's not amazing with a pistol, but if someone's up in your face, it's not hard to shoot them and run. Or so she kept telling herself as she trudged off in the direction of the Alliance embassy.