welcome to omega, round two.

[ceoqueen]

who. everyone!
what. in which the new arrivals join the outsiders.
where. landing pads for new arrivals, who then head through the markets to the residential area.
when. today!
warnings. n/a

This time, when the shuttles arrive, the landing pad isn't so empty. There was no saying these people wouldn't show up again, and though Aria isn't going to be happy that they appear to be coming on a schedule while the rest of the system is grounded, there doesn't appear that there's much to be done about it. A group of her batarian agents are there to escort incomers off the ship; some are taken aside for questioning, but when it's clear they know nothing of their origins, they're let go. Some new arrivals may notice that these shuttles don't simply depart -- a number of them are escorted off by other shuttles, deeper into the station.

After that, though, there's little the batarians can do about them. They're sent towards the residential district by way of the markets and financial sectors. The housing areas they arrive in aren't in the best of shape; while there are other outsiders to this galaxy already at work trying to repair the damage, others aren't bothering with it at all.

This is Omega. If you don't find some way to pull your weight, you'll be dead in no time.

Comments

[tradecraftdude]

"Okay, fine, you can be Dorothy if you really insist! Jeez." Kengo was earning himself nicknames just by virtue of never offering anything else as a method of address. Besides, Marco was greatly enjoying collecting ammo for causing irritation.

"I tried to tell you my name, but you wandered off before I could finish. So I guess you'll never know. Anyway, now that I know where I'm going, I'm not standing around in the middle of the street all day."

[mathemagician]

Oh. Pausing to think, Kengo stared at the other for a few moments before he suddenly seemed to realize what the other had said. So the boy really had said his name, but he'd been too pre-occupied to notice. There was no way he would apologize for it, of course. "Was that your last name or your first name?" Kengo outright refused to refer to anyone by their first name. It was far too casual.

"If you want to call me anything, my name is Utahoshi." Which, if this boy knew how it was written, he was sure he would be teased relentlessly. Kengo was sure hearing the name 'star song' would be endlessly amusing for this kid. "And I'm not keeping you here. You can go."

[tradecraftdude]

"Just Marco. You know. Like Cher. I'm a one-name kinda star." Because his last name might as well be Paranoia.

"Oo-tah-ho..." Damn it, Toto was easier. "Okay, Utah!" He settled on pronouncing it like the state. "Enjoy whatever it is you're trying to do here. I'm gonna go find some place with fewer aliens hanging around."

Marco gave a sarcastic little wave and switched off his omni-tool, then set off towards the other end of the market district.

[mathemagician]

Something that casual wasn't going to work with Kengo. For the time being, he would find something else to refer to the other as. At the very least, he wouldn't be calling Marco an idiot because that title was reserved for his best friend. Turning the omni-tool off, Kengo visibly glared at the other's back as he walked away, fighting down the urge to yell a correction at him. His pronunciation was just as bad as Gentarou's. That was saying something.

Rolling his eyes, Kengo sighed deeply before finally turning his attention back to the rest of the landing pad. If anything, the interaction with another human had calmed him down. He was thankful for that much.