"Hey, been too long since you called."
"Actually it's been two months, six day, 15 hours and 25 minutes. See I keep track." Woman voice cheerfully said back.
"So I see. You're not being lazy for once and concentrating on your job. That already a progress." Said a different woman voice; with slight sarcasm in it.
"Now you're just being cruel. How's the Lazarus Project coming along?" The woman looked at the data pad in her hand, and frowned at it.
"It's going. Slow but we are making progress. We still need more founding's. How's Omega?" The woman voice asked in return.
"I'm sure TIMY will get you some more credits. Well, it's loud for one, and they have a simple rule too. No time for sleep what so ever…" The woman whined at intercom.
"You know he doesn't like when you call him that. You're working for him remember?" A woman frowned at her, as she crossed her arms.
"Hey, I work FOR you, not him. Anyway, the resources that you asked for, they are coming in the shuttle. They will be with you soon." A woman flinched in pain as she sat down in her bedroom in Omega apartment.
"Are you okay? You don't sound so good." A woman voice come out of intercom slightly concern.
"Don't worry it's a scratch, just some gunfire with thugs and Blue suns. Seems like Archangel on the roll. He pissed off lots of mercs. Can't say I fault him." The woman read some info on her terminal, clicking few buttons. Slightly groaning in discomfort, as she gazed her wound on her back.
"I can hear you groan in pain Bellona Korber. Now is it serious wound or what?" A woman voice held a warning edge in it. But Bellona couldn't help but smile at hearing slight concern in her voice even though her voice held an edge.
"Tell you what love, you go and play mad science's with that woman corpse, while little ol' me go and take a nap, because I deserve some shut eye, after I get rid of the pain in my back. Au revoir~" After a few clicks, she disconnected.
Bellona was tired and cranky, and sore, her back hurts, her head as well. And she was cranky, and she hates it when she was cranky. She was laying on her soft bed in Omega. Which was a dump by the way? It was noisy, and there was too much vorcha walking around. She knows that when she gets back to base, she going to be lectured on how 'lazy and clumsy' she was. She really hated her job. Why couldn't he send her somewhere place warm and sunny? Where she could at least get some tan for Peat sake. I hope he chokes on his cigarettes.
Bellona was not one of those soldier in any group, she prefer doing scouting and diplomatic mission without needing to kill anything. And if she had to kill, she prefers to do it quietly and fast. Why torture the poor souls. Besides she prefers to think first, and then use the brute force if it needed. Knowledge is power. You should guard it well. And she loves to manipulate people, it's all part of her job, being undercover, oh yes she loved that.
But now she had to find more reassures for the big Project, killing some traitors, and then using their contract, then looking out for some people for the mission. And so on and on. Really if she will have to crawl though wends again after some kind of kid, what was his name again Mouse? She would have to kill herself or Mouse. Probably Mouse. Besides if she dies who will look after Miss Frosty?
Hey, we both run away from her s.o.b daddy, and she will need her. Besides who will make her coffee and do part of her reports when she will be busy with missions. Hmm….If She remember right she loves that favorite sushi bar on Citadel. Maybe she should get a table there and bring her. If they survive the mission…
Collectors. They well-known for their odd trade request for. And in exchange, they give them new technologies, often of startling level of advancement. Now that I think about it, mostly the request are aliens but never human. But they rarely seen in the Terminus Systems let alone Citadel space.
There also pirates, and slavers. Most slavers are batarians. Freaks. All of them. Okay maybe not all of them are bad. They okay, unlike vorcha who mind you are easy to manipulate.
Bellona yawned as she turned in her bed on her right side towards the window to see a red and orange light of Omega, she could hear music in distance, she felt herself breathing, her heart beating in her chest, she relaxed and her soreness slowly started to disappear, she could feel her muscle in her arms and legs ache from a long day of running and fighting. And thinking. She though all day long, talked with more aliens she could count on her fingers. Remembering faces of clients and contracts. Who she should watch out for, or who to gain trust. Who to manipulate. It was hard, and she is not used to such loud place like an Omega. But she know how to adept, know how to survive. After all a best tactic is that one of survival.
She knows that she is not a cold or cruel, she knows believe that everyone deserves a second chance to redeem themselves. They just need someone to show them the way. She knows what it likes to be alone and confused where you stand. She knows that life is cruel. That life is not fair. Nothing ever is. Some may see her naïve but she is not. Some may tell that she is to clumsy or to hyper-bright woman. But they are wrong. No one can see though her mask. No one; except from . She was the only one who saw right through it, the only one who liked her and saw her for who she is. She treated her like a person, like a human being. And for that she got her loyalty. True, she can be a bit cold and irritated at her, but she always was there.
Bellona watched the colors of Omega from her bed; she could feel her eyes slowly closing. Her breathing become even. In a few moments she fell in a dreamless sleep. A small smile gazed her lips.
Soon everything will begin and beginning will turn to an end. And end to become the beginning.