testing!

[omegaria]

Dear Mun? A vorcha could think of a better name than that. Better yet, how about I rename it to something more suitable to my tastes?

'Nobody Controls Me'.

You're lucky I'd rather be anywhere than the Citadel so I won't make things too difficult for you. Besides, I think I might actually like this place you're going to send me to.

It's going to be very interesting.

Comments

[omegaria]

Shepard. [Wrex must have gotten his greetings from her. Or vice versa.]

Of course. You can't expect me to not give my say. There is nothing dear about anybody that thinks they can tell me what to do.

[fightforthelost]

What do you plan on doing if she keeps telling you what to do?

Threaten her?

This I've got to see.

[omegaria]

She doesn't. I tell her. But she does have the keyboard and the electronics and the writing ability.

If you could call it that.

[fightforthelost]

Gotta admire your balls, especially considering what these muns can do.

[omegaria]

Mine's a bit of a pushover.

[fightforthelost]

You two should get along fine then.

[omegaria]

Yes. I think so. Her plans coordinate well with my own so she has a good enough head on her shoulders. We'll just have to wait and see if she actually pulls through.

[fightforthelost]

And if she doesn't?

[omegaria]

Then I'll probably be stuck in her head-space, which is almost as miserable as the Citadel. Almost.

But I'm not worried. She seems to have a certain fixation over me.

[fightforthelost]

I'm sure you're enjoying that.

[omegaria]

[A feral grin. Yes. Yes, she is. The cocky bitch.]

You could say that.