The Reconstruction [CITADEL, OPEN!]

Sarah Thompson sat on a park bench, staring ahead at a damaged statue being taken down by workers in the Presidium. Hovercars zip overhead, a simulated sky shifts cloud layers hundreds of feet above her. The woman took a deep breath and checked her omni-tool, going over the time. A blip in her organizer. "More job interviews." She mumbles, slowly standing to walk a path.

"Did you have to get the office on the other side of Zak Vad?" asked Vekir as she pushed her uncle's wheelchair down the path, "It's going to suck to get over to Zigg before work starts."

"I can wheel myself to the transit station, Vek, you don't need to push me there every day," replied the older turian, "And if it's going to impact your ability to get to work on time, you shouldn't be. I can operate a BMI just fine."

"Except for the time bro had to rescue you when you got stuck on Tay," teased Vekir.

"There were cerberus agents attacking the citadel at the time, I do believe that counts as an acceptable reason to be late," he replied humorlessly, "Now either hurry up or get going to your own job. As much as I enjoy our little talks, I'd like to be there reasonably quickly."

You know what is good feeling? Making money.
You know what is a better feeling? Making more money.

Currently his little venture Schmidt Solutions is a one man show, that means when he isn't in his shop, Jaquento isn't making money and the VI kiosk, while efficient is not as inviting as manned store.
And there is the issue with the backlog of custom-modded guns his customers demanded.
Also, Jaquento didn't exactly like having to deal with the more stupid clients who insist of buying something a tresher maw would fear just for "protection".

Anyway, today Jaquento was just on his way back from several employment agency where he looked for suitable candidates with little success.

He came to hold near woman that was apparently working on her appointment list.
Jaquento took a look at the broken statue nearby, noting that even after a year nobody had the time to or the means to fix it.
The turian man in the wheelchair he saw oddly completed the picture, a pastiche that could be a bad metaphor for the current state of the galaxy at large.

His attention returned to the woman next to him.
"Excuse me, you said something about jobs?"

Sarah had made her way to the shop when she was addressed. She put her fists against her hips and gave a nod. "Yeah, I'd like to schedule a job interview?" She held up her right arm, activating her omnitool. She transferred her credentials over to the man and gave him a confident nod. "I've been about a year without a job, but I think I'm qualified."

Jaquento gave the woman a nod as he catched the credentials and reviewed them on his omni-tool.
"Looking good so far. Valid license, clean records..."
He gave them a last look and saved a copy on his tool.
"Schmidt my name, Jaquento Schmidt, proud owner of Schmidt Solutions. I can pay you minimum wage plus 20% plus a contribution to your health insurance for which I get a tax refund, if you have one that is. Your job would primarily about attending to the customers and helping me with gun maintenance and fixing any broken show models."
He paused and to write up a holographic note and handed it over to Burke.
"If you are still interested, I suggest you come by my shop for a proper interview. I can tell you more details like days off and so on there."

She shot him a grin, looking over the note. "This I can do. I'll get back to you soon, Mr. Schmidt."
With that, she was gone, heading back down the busy pathway.

Vadar Visva's trip was about to suffer yet another delay - this one courtesy of a team of uniformed SATAE reconstruction engineers, currently on loan to the Citadel.

"Sorry for the delay, ma'am, sir," their Corporal called out, jovially, as her men began hauling up pieces of shattered flagstone from the path. "Some idiot over-loaded their hovertrolley, would you believe it? Won't be much longer now."

The woman in question was tall, muscles rippling under her dark skin. Most strikingly, her hair was dyed a bright, almost neon green colour and twisted into definitely non-regulation cornrows, giving the effect of an enormous lime-green spider emerging from her head.

She smiled at the two turians, somewhat uneasily, while her crew continued their work.