A/N: Sorry its a bit of a short one after a very long hiatus. I'm gonna be back for regular writing now. Please review and criticise (constructively) and tell me whats good and whats not.
I felt the ship quiver, then jolt. I awoke from a troubled sleep to find myself still in the claustrophobic hold on the passenger cruiser bound for Omega. Lyra was still asleep next to me, she looked exhausted. She stirred intensely, occasionally mumbling. I couldn't make out what she was saying. By the way everyone was moving, the jolt was the arrival into the Omega relay. The din of chatter was louder now, accompanied by a cacophony of moving luggage. The doors to the hold opened and three armed guards entered. The larger guard, a turian, banged the butt of his rifle on a metal support; causing Lyra to jump awake.
"Listen up!", he bellowed, causing the chatter to deaden.
"We'll be docking in Omega in 10 minutes. Have your papers ready for port authority. Anyone without papers or in possession of forged documents will be detained. I want single file lines by each of these doors!"
Lyra was fully awake now and had a grim look scarred on her face. She looked at me with a look of complete hopelessness. I stood up laboriously, and helped Lyra to her feet. I pulled away from her hand to grab the bag, but she clutched at it tighter. She took a deep breath and lead me to a line. We were jostled by other passengers as we stood in the queue, edging slowly forward to our fate.
As we emerged from the ship, the lines were pointless. Everyone piled toward the control gate, with a single officer, who looked daunted. This would have worked in our favour if it weren't for the scores of mercenaries lining the walkway. After two long hours, we were gradually pushed and shoved forward far enough that we wer next up to the gate. I clutched my papers in my hand, as I approached the gate. I tried desperately not to look back at Lyra, as she released my hand. I stepped forward and slid my paper on the desk toward the officer.
"Name?", he asked, curtly.
"Brian. Uh, Newman", I replied, nervously.
"Reason for visit?"
"Join the Blue Suns"
I heard a guard in earshot scoff as I spoke.
"Blue Suns are recruiting in Afterlife. NEXT!", he said, before stamping my form and handing it to me.
I stepped through the gate and propped against the wall, watching Lyra hand over her papers. As she was being interviewed a Batarian mercenary strode across to the gate. He tapped the officer on the back and whispered something to him. He put the Lyra's papers in a drawer and pressed a button on the desk. Two more mercenaries ran over and raised their rifles to Lyra. The batarian grabbed Lyra by her collar and threw her down on the ground, before riughly binding her wrists. I began to walk over when two guards moved to block my path,
"One way traffic, meat", a mercenary said before jabbing me in the stomach and pushing me away from the gate. I winced in pain while still staring back at Lyra. During her arrest, she managed to shoot me a look. A look that said: run.