Afterlife:<br/><br/>The loud, pulsing bass was so overwhelming that one could hardly think. It was the heartbeat, the signature ‘beating’ that came from the heart of Omega itself. Of course, just because it was the heart of the great worn down space station it made the place no more pleasant and in fact Maethia suspected it was even worse /because/ of that fact.  It wasn’t that she hated the place, far from it. She enjoyed the music, the writhing bodies (especially those of the dancers) and of course the constantly shifting crow of people. It was damn hard to even meet the same person twice but yet the young maiden still found herself restless, bored even. She’d been sitting here for weeks already with a private ad for her mercenary services posted in a few of the more discreet corners of the extranet and had even put word on the street and had yet to be approached by even a single individual.<br/><br/>Maethia sat at the bar clad in a heavy set of rough-shod and mismatched hardshell armor that was painted a matte black, only the right arm breaking the otherwise dull colorscheme, the digits and part of the forearm a much brighter white that only served to reinforce that the Asari that owned the suit clearly had little in the way or perhaps had an attachment to the otherwise ragtag suit of armor. The breastplate and gorget were certainly scarred enough, gashes from the passing glances of mass -accelerated rounds proudly displayed despite the obvious risk they posed to the armor’s integrity. There was even an old and very battered rifle attached to one of the mag plates on her right shoulder, the old weapon worn quite well by violent conflict it seemed.<br/><br/>The young maiden let out a deep sigh, her husky voice soon following as she asked the bartender for yet another shot of Serrice Ice Brandy and instead of simply slamming it like most of the other patrons did around her seemed content to do with their own ‘refreshments’ the woman simply looked down into the drink for a moment.  The Asari caught hint of her features in the placid liquid, the salmon colored markings along her high cheeks and under her bottom lip along her chin painting quite the striking figure before a thrum of bass distorted the liquid, sending ripples across the surface. Maybe today would be different on the station, though she doubted it. Fingers tapped along on her helmet along with the beat of the pounding bass, the armored digits clacking on the piece of armor sat in her lap.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: blue">You’re gonna have to find something to do soon, Maethia or you’re gonna go stir crazy. There’s no going back to Thessia now…”</span>The maiden lets out one more sigh and slams the shot she was looking pensively into before as if it held the answers to a life gone wrong. The brandy was smooth and the slight burning sensation on the way down made the young Asari wrinkle her nose in a manner that would have seemed cute were she not clad in armor of course. Just as it had before the liquid still withheld its secrets from her, depriving her of an answer as she leaned back in her chair and her eyes sought out one of the many blue bodies on display above the bar.<br/><br/>Her grey eyes followed the sensual dance of the lithe-bodied woman. Up, down and in slow gyrating circles. Each movement was more intoxicating than the brandy she’d just consumed though Maethia couldn’t help but roll her eyes and look away when the dancer took notice at the intent staring and shot her a not-so-discreet wink from her position atop the platform that rested above the bar. Her cheeks stung slightly and she told herself it was just arousal and not embarrassment or shyness before clearing her throat and taking yet one more look around the bar.<span style="color: blue">‘ You need to find something to do, Maethia. That or let the dancer keep hitting on you.. eh life isn’t /that/ bad.”</span>Normally she’d have left but the flirting, despite throwing her off at first made the Asari reconsider it. The young maiden pulls a deck out card s out of the pouch on her leg plates, idly shuffling her diversion while her eyes sought out the flirtatious dancer once more with success and managing to even return a wink of her own.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>