Omega

At the helm of the galaxy map, you use your console to navigate the Normandy to Omega. Joker punches in the coordinates and within minutes the Normandy deactivates its FTL drives, coming into range. The crew seems disinterested in your goal on the planet. You yourself don't quite know what to do, exactly.

"Docking," Joker informs over the intercom. Without a word, you disappear to your quarters to change into a well-ironed and upscale casual uniform; a small N7 logo across the collar of the shirt.

When you get back down to the CIC, you decide that you don't want any personal company and leave the ship alone.

Omega's hub is dirty and seedy. You smell a mix of putrid scents, assaulting you as you step out of the airlock. You already see a panhandler waiting for you, a toothless smile on his human face. You can't help but blanch and walk passed him as he begs for a couple credits. You are pretty sure he just needs a halix fix.

You soon walk onto mainstreet, directly in front of 'Afterlife'. You hear the Asari house music beating tribally, the low notes exploding from the front doors.