(http://attachments.conceptart.org/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=790747&stc=1&d=1254209724)<br/><br/>Chloe's ship dropped out of FTL on the edge of the system, though it dropped out moving at near lightspeed. The ship was a scout, or at least, that was the word the Var would use for it. It was small, only really consisting of three small compartments. She sat on the bridge, a space with a single-chair, and dozens of displays all showing the star-system she'd just entered in ways that would confuse and probably annoy most other species. Even minutes out from the station at her current speed, her Var sensors had already picked up the signs of violence inside the station.<br/><br/>Omega Station, a name that she had to admit was apt. It did seem, if she was to indulge in a archaic view, like the ass-end of space. She had expected that the whole matter would not be particularly peaceful, and the foremost social experts of the Var had agreed wholeheartedly. Her ship counted down, the speed at which she was going made the trip seem even shorter to her than it would be to those observing from the station. She stood up from her seat, her ship capable of signalling the station, and docking without her. Actually, it was capable of making the whole trip without her, an option she'd considered. Though, she felt that appearing only as a proxy would send a message she didn't intend, to those unable to grasp the benefits of doing so, without thinking it a slight.<br/><br/>Chloe stood briefly before her mirror, her hair shifting colours from blonde, to black, until she finally settled on white. Her body was far more purely aesthetic than the vast majority of Var, and so, she hadn't neglected the importance of aesthetics in dealing with other races. She stepped into a self-sealing black garment, that really only served to cover her more human-looking aspects. Still, she would look out of place, but having a face that was decidedly human, and a body that would look at least, comfortable, to other races was important as well.<br/><br/>She had a moment of trepidation as she moved to stand by the hatch that would open into the station, but put it out of her mind. Whatever she'd find, she knew intellectually that there was very little to fear, still that was not very comforting to some parts of her brain.