"Are you still going to leave? I've seen the reports from Gothis's questioning; he hasn't breathed a word about you." Chatti said. They were in the medical wing of a Turian ship that was serving as a rally point near the Apien Crest Relay. Astalia was sat on a bench, testing her injured thigh after the doctors had seen to it, while Thrakk and Chatti stood around her. The ship was in a huge commotion, which was to be expected considering the war going on outside.
"I can't stay, even if he does not report me I am still at risk. It is like they said, Cerberus has agents everywhere. If they try again, which they probably will, more people might die because of me and Tevos would be stupid not to notice a connection." Astalia sighed. "And I know Kurreck is still alive. I need to find him."
"That's going to be a tall order. Is there anything I can do?" He asked.
"I need information, transport and weapons and equipment if that's possible."
"Make that for two." Thrakk added. Astalia looked up at him in surprise. "In the short time I've known you, we've been chased through a war torn city by pissed off Reaper Asari, bombarded by Harvesters and ambushed by Cerberus. I haven't had this much fun since since my Rite. You can count me in, if you want me." She stared at him for a minute, then nodded.
"I do not know what to say, Thrakk. Thank you."
"Hey don't mention it, just make sure I'm there when we need some killing done!" He laughed.
"I can't come with you. I think I would, but this is my home. I can't leave, but I can get you a ship. I have some pull with the guys at the docking bay, and more than a few of them owe me money. I think I can get ahold of some gear for you too." Chatti stood up, tapping on his omni-tool. "And what do you need information on?" Astalia was looking at the Cerberus data pad that she'd taken from the Phantom. She looked up at Chatti and smiled.
"Omega."
