Pad 32D, Trenta
Elysium
The world of Elysium was a bit of an anomaly. Populated by the asari race, it had achieved spaceflight and a high level of technological development when the first Telviran exploration ships arrived in their system, followed shortly after by a marauding warfleet of Korshii slavers. Unprepared, the asari world had been enslaved by the Korshii and their insectoid Killek masters for two years before the Fleet liberated them. Undaunted, the asari rose from the ruins and quickly rebuilt their society, becoming valued allies of the Telvirans in the centuries-long Time of War. Now, the world was officially under Protectorate World status, but the most independent of said Protectorates. Which made it an excellent place to do business that those involved would rather Telviran authorities not catch onto.
Alexis Katnip, captain of the starship Diamond Nights, was currently trying to decipher exactly what her new employer was up to. She'd received the message on a highly personal channel, so whoever it was had some considerable pull, and from the sound of things it wasn't illegal...but it was definitely an off-the-books operation. But whatever it was, it had paid immensely well--the up-front payment was enough to smooth over three months' worth of various expenses, and get her ship and crew back into top condition.
So Alexis stood there, reclining against one of the docking legs supporting her ship, waiting for her new client to arrive. Her bright red hair was a stark contrast to the smooth white of her suit, which rested snugly against her form. A utility belt around her waist held a number of items, including a laser pistol. No harm in being cautious.
Any moment now...