As Leeto'fema nar Leema rested his head on his bed he began to think, what kinds of things would he encounter when he leaves the fleet? How long would he be gone? What would he do? And more importantly, what would he offer as a gift to his chosen ship? He shifted onto his back and started to count the ceiling panels, when he realised that there was the same amount as yesterday he smiled to himself. Not that anyone would have seen it as he, along with every other quarian on the Leema, was wearing his enviro-suit. His senses slowly faded until he could barely keep his eyes open, he slept well that night.

By the time he awoke there were already quarians bustling about the deck, with them came the unrecognisable strings of chatter that filled the room. He grabbed his Omni-tool from the small table that sat up against one of the walls of his family's cubicle; he rolled the sleeping mat up and neatly placed it in the corner. Realising that his mother would have only just come back from her volunteer work on one of the live ships, and his father was up on the bridge navigating. He wondered if either of them was going to be at the docking bay to see him off. He knew his mother would be down on the trading deck looking for a spare canister for the portable stovetop that served as the family's main cooking tool.

Attaching his omni-tool to his forearm he took a deep breath, drew the curtain that covered the doorway and started making his way towards the docking bays, where Captain Ster'nal vas Leema would be waiting to see him off on his pilgrimage. The door to the elevator slid open, he let the two quarians disembark before he stepped inside and activated the lift, as always he looked out over the Leema's trading deck, this time however was different, he would not be returning to this particular ship again. The door slid open and he made his way towards the docking bays, "Dock number 5" said the captain as Leeto replayed the words in his head; he rounded the corridor that connected the trading deck to the docks. It warmed his to see that his mother was there alongside the captain. Even though he couldn't see her face he knew she was smiling.

"Leeto", the captain began, "on behalf on my ship and crew I present you with this gift, it will help you along your pilgrimage." Leeto took the weapon from the captain's hands, "Thank you captain, I will uphold the good name of your ship" Leeto replied with a slight bow of his head. His mother then stepped forward and before she could say anything he embraced her, "I have something for you journey as well" she said as she handed Leeto a small package. "Don't open it until you are on the shuttle" she added. This stuck in Leeto's mind; he thought that it was a simple way of making him take the items with him.

He knew however that there would be a small sum of credits, as the quarians have no set economy there is little need for credits aboard the fleet it would be a simple task of looking for some on the trading deck. "Keelah sa lai" said his mother as he boarded the waiting shuttle, as soon as he was seated the door hissed shut and the docking clamps released. It dawned on him that he may never see any of his friends or family again. The shuttle left the Leema and headed for the nearest space port. He started to think over how he would keep himself alive, the only food that would be remotely safe for him to eat would come from a turian store, and even then he wouldn't want to risk getting sick. First of all he needed to get enough credits to get a shop owner to order in food that would be safe for a quarian, without making him sick or course.

As Leeto sat in the passenger cabin of the small shuttle his visor was practically glued to the window, he had never seen much of what was beyond the flotilla, up until this point he had listened to the stories that were told by the quarians who had just returned from their pilgrimage, describing wonderful worlds and interesting cities. Despite having everything blanketed with the purple haze from his environmental suit, he took everything in as if his mind was a sponge in a bucket of water. The comm system crackled to life, "ETA one hour" said the voice and this gave Leeto a chance to see what his mother had given to him. He pulled the parcel from one of his pockets, un-wrapping it carefully as not to damage any of the items inside. What was revealed took him by surprise; a new mod for his omni-tool along with several hundred credits. The amount of time he had until his shuttle reached the turian spaceport was enough for him to integrate the new mods into his omni-tool, the cabin lit up with a faint orange glow as Leeto started adding the mods. Leeto jumped slightly when the intercom sprang to life, "ETA twenty minuets". He quickly finished up calibrating the new mods, he then realised that he had forgotten to transfer the credits over to his omni-tool, using this method was much quicker when it came to making purchases, not to mention safer. It didn't take long for the shuttle to drop from FTL flight and begin descending through the upper most layers of the planets atmosphere.

To the average commuter the planet would have looked like a greyish ball with the occasional icy patch but to a person like Leeto it was an amazing sight that took his breath away, not to mention filling his head with questions. As the craft made its way down through the atmosphere there came an incoming communication from the local space traffic enforcement, this to Leeto was not unexpected as most of the inhabited planets would send a ship to investigate the newcomer, and even the migrant fleet did it. "You are entering turian space", said a stern voice over the speakers, "identify yourself or divert your trajectory" as if by instinct the quarian pilot replied, "This is the quarian shuttle Liemia requesting permission to land", a short paused followed by the turian reply "you are cleared for landing, sending co-ordinates for the landing point" the communication clicked to notify the pilot that the co-ordinated were sent successfully. As the craft landed Leeto couldn't help but to stare in amazement at the turian architecture, he also noticed a small security detail waiting for their arrival, the guards seemed to be heavily armed but that didn't worry Leeto, 'as long as he didn't cause any commotion they should let him through' he thought as he clipped his shotgun to the small of his back. The weapon itself was turian in design and boasted numerous targeting mods along with various recoil dampers and cooling systems. The shuttle touched down with ease, the pilot opened the hatch and gave his best wishes to Leeto, and he added the words "keelah sa lai" as Leeto disembarked the craft.

No sooner as he had left the craft, it started its journey back to the flotilla. Leeto walked up to the three turians, he easily made out that two were guards and the other was a possible officer whose job was to welcome newcomers. "I will have to ask you to surrender any weapons you may be carrying and come with us" said the important looking turian. Leeto reluctantly handed one of the guards his shotgun, "do I get it back when I leave?" questioned the quarian with a hint of concern. The turian let out a short laugh, "yes, it will be returned to you on your departure, now will you follow us". The three turians led Leeto into a flat grey building near the gate of space port; he was trying to figure out what was going on; if it was a regular security check or something different. He was led into a large room that had several people, a single turian behind a desk, another two guards and a short line consisting of a human, batarian and a rough looking turian. "Wait in line" said the escort handing him a card with what looked like a serial number "that's for reclaiming your gun" he said with a tired tone; the officer entered a separate room whilst the two armed guards resumed their positions outside the building. Over the next half hour Leeto fidgeted with his fingers, "next" grunted the seated officer, "fill this page out", he gestured towards a computer terminal. Leeto spent the next five minuets reading over regulations and occasionally answering the odd question. "I think I'm done" Leeto said questionably.

The turian grunted and punched a few things into his terminal, "go in there, Rontis wants to see you" he grumbled as he jabbed his finger in the direction of the side office.

Leeto knocked on the door and entered when it slid open. Rontis turned used his head to gesture a seat opposite him, "What exactly do you plan to do here on Soros?" he said in way of greeting, "I was planning to stay for a week or so until I figure out where I would go next" Leeto said trying to look confident. In his mind he realised this process didn't happen to regular travellers, he knew it was only because he was a quarian and by turian standards quarians are low-life scavengers that wouldn't contribute to any part of society. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Rontis spoke again, "What exactly do you mean by 'where you would go next'?" this took Leeto longer to answer than he expected, but eventually he spoke "I am on my pilgrimage, thi-"Rontis raised his hand to silence him. "I didn't ask for that," he said obviously annoyed by the quarian, "you are obviously quarian passing through here, the only way a district like this can flourish is with incoming and outgoing traffic, with all you quarians coming and going without contributing is bringing this place down!" Leeto was quite taken back by these words but he eventually managed to speak, "you can't just pin all your problems on me," the pride of his people showing in his voice. Rontis pushed a button on the terminal in front of him and a guard entered. "Good thing we have alternate ways of getting the desired flow" said the turian, there was laughter in his voice, not the good natured laughing but the twisted laughter or a criminal. "That's it! You're a criminal!" Rontis laughed again, "Put him with the others, the buyers will be here tomorrow."