Milenya was buried in the recent arrival entries, scanning the visuals of the different ships recently docked. She'd already rejected several freighters and 'private armed vessels' bearing the logos of different merc groups.<br/><br/>One caught her eye as a possibility. A recently arrived Turian-styled frigate. From the images, it was considerably more recent construction than most ships that docked here, and some subtle differences in the ship profile made it clear it was probably a private vessel built at a turian shipyard. There were quad manuvering thrusters, with the outer two tucked in under the wings, and a squat central drive tucked in under the 'tail', arranged as four standard thrusters set at angles surrounding the diamond-shaped one in the center. The added thickness to the central hull was a sign of a larger than usual drive core, and an indication that it wasn't likely to be Turian military operating incognito. If nothing else, Turians were consistent and rigid in their standardization.<br/><br/>It was certainly more likely to be comfortably spaceworthy than some of the others.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">"... <i>secret</i> Prothean device we're tracking..."</span>She twitched, and looked up at that, casually glancing over at the celebration. The quarian sounded like he was joking, though it was hard to tell with the electronically augmented voice.<br/><br/>Still, coming so recently after Aria's advice...<span style="color: #6495ED"> 'Probably coincidence.'</span>She thought to herself.<br/><br/>She looked around the club. The armored Asari had acquired a human admirer... no. Not an admirer. The man's body language betrayed a different kind of intent, something more in the way of business. Recruiting, perhaps?<br/><br/>Which reminded her of why she was here. She looked back at her datapad and sighed. That ship looked like it was the best of an otherwise bad lot. Except for a Blue Suns cruiser and a couple of Eclipse frigates, there weren't any others in as good a shape.<br/><br/>She could hold her own in a fight, and had to a couple of times out in the field, but she wasn't particularly interested in being part of a full-time combat unit. That ruled out the major groups. She wasn't going to go freelance either.<br/><br/>A small independent ship like that though, she might be able to sign on with. And with the timing being what it was, odds were the celebrating party was from that ship.<br/><br/>She pulled up her omnitool, did some quick edits to eliminate references to her highest level of education, and changed the format to highlight the skills and certifications she had. She saved the newly edited copy and sent it to the Acheron.<br/><br/>If she didn't get a berth on the ship, she could probably hire passage back to Council space.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>