Hawke sat in her chair staring at her Omni-tool, her green hues skimming through the intel she had uploaded from the Cerberus Station. She was frustrated, she had her finger on the trigger of her M-6 Carnifex, wishing to shoot off a few rounds but decided against it. What would be the purpose of doing so, all she would do is piss off her pilot, Hathaway. Though she liked the sound of that, her finger slipped off it and leaned back in her chair closing her eyes listening to the humming of spaceships drive core, it was pretty quiet but soothing. She drifted to sleep, her body needed rest, she almost felt ill from not sleeping for the past few days. Slipping into the dark abyss of her mind, again she dreamed something she hadn't done lately.
Children laughing, adults talking her dream had taken her to the past, a past she thought she had lost so long ago. A human colony drifting in the vast space of glittering stars and a pleasing satisfaction of hope. Peace throughout the station, the colony, the humans living their lives to the fullest. The dream full of happiness turned to the darkness of hell, a nightmare she wished she could erase from her mind. Bodies piling up, blood splattered against the walls, screams of all kinds. "Papa! Where's mama?!" The older man took her hand in his in haste and ran down the ruined halls of the station. The child wept as the groggy voices of the Batarians that invaded, they were searching for survivors. The child's father pulled her into a room with screens showing ejected pods, one was left. His fingers tapped on the one existing pod that was barely damaged and began to execute the order to ready it for his daughter. He pulled on her hand and watched as the pod opened, "Cassie I need you to get in." Cassie held on to her father's hand with a tight grasp, "You're going with me, right papa?" Her father knelt down to her eye level and shook his head, "I can't, you must go alone. I will stay here and protect you till your pod leaves." Tears streamed down her face and her little arms wrapped around her father's neck and she protested against it, "No I can't leave you and mama." Her father held on her tight feeling his grip tighten, thought of his wife dying, her screams echoing throughout the halls.
 An alarm went off and immediately he turned to see the screens went offline and the pods were shut down. He cursed loudly and tried to reboot the system but to no avail. This was the end. He held onto Cassie and closed his eyes as he could here the bastards trying to come through the door.
Everything went black and Hawke awoke almost in a scream, Hathaway was there, shaking her awake. She grabbed him by the neck her heavy pistol in hand pointing the barrel at his head. "Hawke calm down!" Hawke was about to squeeze the trigger, her face was contorted with fear and tears streaming down her face, "What the fuck are you doing in here?!" Hathaway pulled himself free from her tight grip and swallowed, "I was just letting you know we are not too long from Citadel space. We should be there in a few minutes. Jesus! Watch where you are pointing that thing!" Hawke slowly put down her weapon and composed herself, Hathaway couldn't help but notice the tears she cleverly wiped away. He cocked an eyebrow and stared at her with concern, what was she dreaming about? Her green gaze flashed maliciously in his direction, "What the fuck are you looking at Hathaway?"
Hathaway desperately looked in the other direction and threw up his hands, "I was looking at nothing only at your beauty you seem emanate through your ugly sailor mouth." Hawke stared at him for a moment then broke into laughter and smiled, "Merill where do you get these ideas?" Hathaway's face contorted, he was upset and insulted, "I told you not to call me that." Hawke chuckled, "Well it's your name." Hathaway shot a glare at her and turned to walk back to the cockpit, "Merill is my middle and if you are going to call me anything call me Hathaway or Alistair for god's sake!" Hawke got up from her chair and followed him giggling, "Well then Hathaway...don't ever call me princess ever again." Hathaway stopped in his tracks and then realized this was nothing but payback for earlier and chuckled under his breath, "Fine, I won't call you that.... Princess..." Hawke glowered and then decided to let it go for now.
Hathaway sat down looking straight ahead towards the big station that was still in the works of being rebuilt and smiled, “Wow the Citadel looks bigger and a lot better looking than the last time I saw it.” Hawke sat next to him in the next station taking his Asari magazines down with light shove. “When were you ever at the Citadel?” Hathaway chuckled readying to open a com link with the docking bay, “It was when I took down a whole team of slavers for a good friend at C-sec. “ Hawke nodded and wondered who this agent was to ask Hathaway to take such a job. “Opening com link, Citadel Docking bay  this is Mercy 31 asking permission to dock.” There was a buzz then a voice, “Mery 31 you have permission to dock.” Hathaway smiled and took his lovely ship in the long arms of the Citadel. Hathaway was still concerned with Hawke’s safety but knew she could take care of herself. The Mercy 31 docked and Hawke was already out of the cockpit and getting ready to leave. Hathaway quickly armed himself and stood by her side as the outside hatch opened. They walked towards the customs and went through with no problem. Her opened her Omni-tool and began to walk towards a small security station. It was left unattended, Hathaway began to chat up some C-sec officers as she began to hack in and upload information. An Alliance transfer, she was looking into their database looking for any odd movements and found nothing. So they didn’t know she took down a patrol? She knew they did but it wasn’t on record nor was there any record of any movements on bringing her into custody. She was a bit surprised but perhaps they were going to leave her alone due to her wiping a whole squad. Though it won’t be long till they trail her once more. She exited and nodded to Hathaway and he too left the C-sec officers in laughter. Hawke rolled her eyes, “What did you do?” Hathaway still chuckling he took in a deep breath and exhaled, “I told them a joke.” Hawke shook her head, “If I know any better it was purely a dirty joke.” Hathaway was stunned and almost stopped walking, “Now that’s just awful, what would make you think I told a dirty joke? What kind of person would I be?” Quickly she answered him, “A pervert.” Hathaway began to chuckle, “Alright you caught me, I can’t help it. “ Hawke kept her eyes in front searching for a good armor and weapons store to shop around, “You can’t help it? Well I guess I can fix the problem by getting rid of your magazines that I pay for.” Hathaway’s mouth dropped and ran in front of her and shook his head, “You can’t get rid of those, I need them.” Hawke stood there and raised an eyebrow, “What could you possibly need them for?” The mercanary couldn’t help but smile, “You know it gets so lonely in space and you walking around in what you are wearing now it doesn’t exactly help.” Hawke looks at herself and inspects her clothing, “I see nothing wrong with wearing pants and a tank.” Hathaway flashed a wicked smile, his mind going through a dirty spree, “Well they are awfully tight around that slender figure of yours.”
Hawke walks off in disgust leaving Hathaway behind and again he shrugs to himself, “What? What did I say?” Hawke whispers under her breath, “Pervert.” Hawke enters the weapons store and gains access in the weapon’s console. “Hmmm what is new and what is good.” After this she knew she had to gather intel from her old friend Mouse. He was one to come to for any word or rumor about certain information that would disappear if she didn’t get to it first. As she gazed at the list of weapons she turned to the shop keep who was gone at the moment, not there to answer any questions on the sniper rifle collection. Hathaway was not there to give her any comments about them so instead she looked around the store looking for a possible customer that looked as if they knew any information. She spotted one looking at another console, a man with curly hair and for the looks of it he had a rugged beard. By the facial features and the stance of this figure, he was either a gun fanatic or he was actually good with guns. By the stance he held a gun before, “Excuse me, do you know if the M-97 Viper rifle is any good? I see the accuracy is high but what of the recoil?”
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