Chasing the Stars ~ Omega, 2185 (In Progress)

Justice snorted at all of the thugs that inhabited Omega. 

Omega was a place of thieves and whores who harass the innocent and weak in order to gain power. It even saddened Justice to see his brothers engage in such things. There was no honor or glory in such activities, these Krogan traitors has lost their way.

"All thanks to the Genophage." Justice thought bitterly as he saw a human get harassed by his fellow brethrens.

Normally a Krogan wouldn't be concerned about other races, but years of exploring the galaxy has softened Justice's stance on them. Well except the Turians since they played a huge role in the extermination of his species. All of the people were scared out of their wits as a Krogan entered the club known as Afterlife. Justice didn't like taking jobs from thugs, but sometimes you got to do it especially if you want to get off this rock. Justice entered the club  where he spotted a human and a Salarian talking "You'll probably get a few 'associates' pretty quickly." the person said.

Justice heard of a job offer that paid good credits, so he might as well do it so he can continue wander the galaxy and find out who caused his clan to be destroyed. "Hi." Justice said bluntly.

"Hi"

Sal looked up to see a large Krogan, well armed at that.

"Yes? Are you here about the job posting?"

As an aside to Larry he whispered "Those ads work fast!" Larry merely shrugged and looked up at the Krogan.

Addressing the Krogan Sally said. I'm Sal, this is my associate Larry. We are - "

He was interrupted by a Volus, of all things.

"You're the Salarian looking for expert help? (kss)" Delan stated more than asked.
"Well, I'm the help you're looking for. (kss)"

"Indeed?" Sal asked, curious. "We are seeking armed help. What skills do you have? Combat or otherwise"

Turning back to the Krogan, he asked "Maybe you can start. What is your name, and what sort of work are you hoping for?"

[OOC Since you all arrived at once, Sal is trying to get the info from each in turn. ]

Before Justice could respond, a Drell walked up and nodded. Another recruit, it would seem.

"I heard you guys are looking for some armed help. As long as this does not involve slavery, I may be able to help you." The Drell said.

Sal's eyes narrowed. "I assure you we do not deal in slaves. But we do welcome the help of a professional. Now, before we are interrupted again, please tell me about yourselves and what skills you have that I could use. Krogan, you first if you don't mind."

[OOC Tagging smilesja ]

This conversation was not going well for the Volus.
With other applicants for the mysterious 'help wanted' advert towering over him, the Volus felt overlooked (and not for the first time)...

"I'm a Krogan with biotic abilities, I assume you know how valuable that is? So what's the job?" Delan heard from about 3 feet above his head.

"Hold your quad, Krogan, we're still introducing ourselves here... (kss)" Delan interrupted.

Turning to the Salarian (which only meant the Salarian could see Delan's head swivel over the table-top) Delan prepared his best bluster.
His assault rifle skills were first rate, but admittedly gained in various shooting ranges rather than actual battle.

"I have a sweet Avenger rifle that says I mean business (kss)"
"And if anyone shoots back, my head will be well below where the danger is (kss)"
"go on, let's make a deal, Salarian (kss)"

Delan shuddered, as memories of his father's lectures on premature use of 'closing techniques' rang in his ears,
but he took some comfort in having at least wedged himself into the conversation.


[OOC DragonRacer arrives?]

"My name is Justice." The Krogan stated in a blunt tone. Turning to the Drell and Larry, Justice continued: "I seek type of work that will get me off this ancestor forsaken rock" Justice said. "I'm a Krogan with biotic abilities, I assume you know how valuable that is?"

Yes, of course. Welcome aboard. As for what the job is, we'll get to that in a moment."

"Hold your quad, Krogan, we're still introducing ourselves here... (kss)" Delan interrupted.
" have a sweet Avenger rifle that says I mean business (kss)"
"And if anyone shoots back, my head will be well below where the danger is (kss)"
"go on, let's make a deal, Salarian (kss)"

Sal regarded the Volus. He had bravado, he'd give him that. If nothing else he could provide a distraction. He nodded slowly. "Very well. We can discuss the details shortly."

Turning to the Drell, he asked "And finally you. Tell me, what skills you have."

Before the Drell could respond, an asari server approached and handed Sally an absurdly complicated cocktail. One that he recognised as a favourite amond some circles on SurKesh. heis eyes narrowed suspiciously. Even more so when the server insisted he take a spare napkin.

He shook the napkin open, and a small chip fell into his lap. "One moment please" he told the group and fished up the fallen chip. It was a communication ship, text only. He fed it into his omni tool and angled it so only he could read it.

"Greetings. I know how to discreetly blow shit up and I'm good at punching people in the face. Interested?

Also, you're being watched. By more than just me. You may want to take your group to a back room or somewhere more discreet. I can provide a distraction if you'd like."

He was careful to casually glance around the bar. He soon caught sight of a female Turian who was watching him rather intently. Without making contact, he nodded, twice. He wondered what sort of distraction she would provide, and who else was watching. Finally, whose side was she really on?

"Gentle people, it seems a more private venue is in order. We can continue there."

Larry nodded. "I know a place, I'll scan it for bugs."


[OOC Tagging DragonRacer Sorry, since Dragon Racer proposed this private meeting I think it might be best to have her go and then back to me, so that we can move to a private roon before returning to regular posting order. Fare enough?]

As Justice was talking a Volus chimed in "Hold your quad, Krogan, we're still introducing ourselves here... (kss)" he said.

"Don't tell what to do again Volus!" Justice spat. He usually has problem with other races, but Volus can sometimes be irritating with their stuck up personalities.

The Volus who was named Delan introduced himself and what he contribute to the team. Volus weren't very good fighters, Justice hoped that Delan can be that exception. Just then, a female Turian walked in and ordered a drink from the bartender: "Greetings. I know how to discreetly blow shit up and I'm good at punching people in the face. Interested?" She asked

Justice chuckled

"I like her." Justice said still in a blunt tone. "She got quad unlike the Volus."

"Also, you're being watched. By more than just me. You may want to take your group to a back room or somewhere more discreet. I can provide a distraction if you'd like." She added.

A couple of Blue Suns approached the group. They did not look look like they were looking for a drink, Justice hated the Blue Suns for their harassment and murder. He didn't mind ripping them apart.

Justice smirked and turned to Kato: "What about you Krogan? Do you like better the idea of a bar fight or an ambush?"

After a few seconds of thinking, Justice replied: "It's doesn't matter to me: Bar fight or ambush, people will die. I'll do whatever."

Turning to Sal Justice asked: "What about you?"

Aleeta grinned wickedly for a moment, trying to suppress a chuckle before quickly shifting the grin into a grimace to appear "in-character" for what now was most assuredly a bar fight.

"I like this Volus," she said under her breath. 

Then, with a quick sleight of hand, she palmed a few small, round smoke bombs from out of a hidden compartment in her gauntlet. They were small enough to likely not be noticeable, especially in the current ruckus, and all they needed was a quick, hard impact to set them off with a popping sound.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE RAT!" she shouted at the Volus, then heaved her empty tumbler glass - along with a bomb ball - in Delan's general direction. As planned, it crashed on the floor in a relatively open area and black smoke began pouring out all over the club, inciting more surprised and panicked screams from the patrons.

The Blue Suns Turians looked over at the chaos, seemingly torn about how to react.

Good, Aleeta thought, narrowing her eyes and spinning around to face Kato. "And YOU!" she yelled. "Think you can stiff me on payment, you red-faced little frog?!" The Cabal threw a punch at Kato's head - nightshade blades still sheathed, of course - and purposely missed him by a narrow margin while letting another bomb ball fly. It crashed against the opposite wall and more black, obscuring smoke began to snake around the club's entrance hall.

Aleeta then threw her right hand back again as if attempting to back-hand the Drell, again narrowly missing thanks to her purposely being off-base and Kato's own well-trained reflexes to dodge. A smoke bomb let loose against the ceiling thanks to the carried momentum of the swing.

With the club now sufficiently smoking and filled with bodies running all over in confusion, Aleeta palmed the last bomb and looked over at the Krogan, opposite from her behind the up-ended table. The Cabal leapt over the table - letting the last smoke bomb smack against the floor as her feet left the ground - and attempted a flying tackle of Justice, figuring if any of the group could stop her momentum, it would be the giant wall of shaman. From there, she figured they should be able to escape relatively undetected in the chaos.

[OOC: Space Cowboy - you're up!]

"Deaths would bring about more unwanted attention. Lets stick to bruises if we can." Sal said.

"Agreed"

Justice got up from his seat and began following the group. All of a sudden the Volus: Delan began running away from the Blue Suns that were watching them. "Get back here coward!" Justice barked.

It was no use, the Volus ran with surprising agility as the Turian: Aleeta armed smoke grenades to create a diversion. Then all of a sudden the Turian attempted to do a flying tackle towards Justice. "What are you doing?!" Justice yelled bewildered at Atleeta.

Out of instinct, Justice grabbed the Turian, staring at her very awkwardly before dropping her on the ground. Taking advantage, Justice used the opportunity to escape, hoping to meet up with the others. As he was able to exit the bar, Justice waited for Sal and the others so they can meet Larry.

[OOC: Whose turn is it again? XD Sorry this is very short by the way, just having some problems thinking on what to do!  XD]

As soon as Aleeta's feet hit the ground, the Krogan bid a hasty retreat. All for the best and according to plan, although the Turian remained curious as to how she'd actually match up if the two ever had to truly tussle. Likely, size would beat agility, but it would probably be a fun fight, nonetheless. Besides, getting a little roughed up always got the blood pumping.

A quick survey of the room told the Cabal that most, if not all, members of their little ragtag group had slipped out. Meaning time for her to go. A pity, really, since she hadn't gotten to actually punch anybody, but she did get to throw smoke bombs and wreak havoc, so she could still label it a good time indeed.

With the Blue Suns still distracted by which fight to join or break up, the Cabal quickly and silently slipped into the smoke obscuring the front entrance. Just like that, against all standard convention, she simply sprinted out of the front door of the club alongside a few other panicked patrons fleeing the scene. The Elcor bouncer looked equal parts concerned and confused, more used to keeping a large crowd of people orderly as they entered rather than as they left.

Once outside, Aleeta slowed down to a casual stroll. Before long, her omnitool softly chimed with the Salarian's message. She made her way to the new meeting point and rapped a few knocks on the door.

[OOC: GeneralXIV - you're up! ]

Larry closed the drapes on the windows and dimmed the lights, in wait for their crew.

Finally everyone arrived. Sally looked over each of them. "Sorry for the interruption. I don't believe we got a proper introduction from our Drell and Turian associates. Please go over your skils again. "

[OOC just continuing the conversation that got interrupted! ]

"Aleeta, thank you for your alertness. You've saved us some trouble. Now, this is a big group, but this will be a big score. Here's the plan."

Larry handed him a datapad, and then left the room.

"Larry will be our strategist. My plan is to steal a valuable item from the Black Suns as they attemot to ship it off world. The black suns are a scum bag gang specializing in drugs and slavery, so I hope everyone is on board with hitting them."

He looked around for dissenters.

"Now, the job is simple. The items will be delivered in crates to a dock that Larry will reveal later. There will be a delay while the shipment sits and waits for the crew who will take it away. The plan is to break into the docking area and steal the shipment. It's reportedly full of Eezo and other trinkets that are illegal in council space."

"Does anyone have any questions or concerns? Does anyone have any special skills they can offer to aid in this endevour?"

he waits for replies.

[OOC Tagging @tzeenchianapostrophe

Kalia will be joining this meeting on her next turn ]

The Drell's point particularly caught Delan's attention:

Folding his hands in his lap Kato frowned and said.

"Finally there's the matter of payment which we haven't discussed. Do we receive our payment from you, or are we taking a share from what we find?"

The Volus added when he could:

"Matters and details of payment are of particular interest to me..." (kss)
"What assurances do we have that you won't disappear amongst smoke and a bar fight when the job is done, Salarian? (kss)
"Looking around, all I see here are skilled (and expensive) professionals, not thugs to send out on suicide missions (kss)
"I think we should be expecting part-payment, up front." (kss)

Satisfied at having pushed the financials up the agenda, the Volus relaxed a little.

He glanced at the faces of the others in the hope that his presumptive compatriots would now be more focused on 'their cut',
than continuing to discuss skills and potentially delve into Delan's less than extensive combat experience.


(OOC: Next up: LaughingMan > SmilesJA > SofaJockey > DragonRacer  > GeneralXIV > SpaceCowboy > )

Kalia saw the Turian enter the house. The lights dimmed and the drapes closed, meaning that the house would be much darker than usual inside. Perfect for her. Figuring knocking on the door like the Turian had wouldnt be the best plan, she flitted down an alley and checked if there was a rear entrance.[/p]

There was. A circular, silver door with a holographic interface covering where the door would open. She knew the type. Probably linked to an expensive alarm system which would trip if someone tried to hack into it with an Omni-tool. She knew better than to do that. She uncloaked, and set about opening the door.

She reached behind her, finding the small bag strapped to her back. She opened it, taking out a pair of cable cutters and a small, harmless looking device which was nothing but a small piece of wood with a currently unlit red light bulb poking out from the top, setting both down on the floor. Kalia also drew a short, thin knife, and pushed the blade between a small gap in the door mechanism, removing one of the metal plates and setting it gently on the ground.

She was right about the alarm system. The door itself, though, had electro-magnetic locks, as she suspected. No biggie.

Kalia put her knife down on the ground, and retrieved the cable cutters. She placed the blades slightly over some of the wiring, pushing as gently as she could to only make a split in their protective coating, and used the tip of her knife to gently remove a small segment. She did the same thing to another wire, and gently clipped the red light on to the bare wiring, completing the circuit and causing the light to illuminate.

Satisfied, she used the cable cutters to cut the connection to the electro-magnetic lock, and a small part of the door opened with the slight sound of sliding metal, but not the usual beep which accompanied a door opening. Why? The red light completed the circuit, the door thought it was closed. The alarm thought the door was closed. It was only the electro-magnetic lock which had no power.

Placing the knife and the cable cutters back inside her bag, and fastening it on her back again, she slipped inside the house silently, reengaging her tactical cloak.

She heard voices. From what she overheard, the people were planning some kind of job. With the delusional Turian... really? Dizzy... Dizzy would be a good name for her. Dizzy the Turian.

Kalia poked her cloaked head around into the living room, and saw the group of people. Her heart was racing. She drew back quickly, and accidentally stubbed her toe. She grunted in pain, then noticed the fairly loud sound that she made, and rolled her eyes at her own stupidity. No doubt the people in the kitchen would have heard her.

She needed an excuse. Any excuse.

Uncloaking, she stepped into the kitchen and spoke as confidently as she could.

"Hi, my name is Kalia and Im from Omega Security Systems," she reached into a pocket and took out a card and flashed it quickly. In reality, it was a membership card for a strip club she had stolen from an apparently horny Turian a few months before, but she hoped the quick flash would be enough. She continued, "For your safety, weve conducted a free security test, but you failed unfortunately. You can expect one of our engineers here in uh... a few days maybe to upgrade your security. Wouldnt want one of those awful gangs to break in, would you?"

She kept her hand close to her gun, just to be safe.

[OOC: took a lot of questions about doors

Also Space Cowboy your turn!]

Kalia took a step back. She removed her hood and her breather mask, placing them on the floor before raising her hands in the air.
"Hey, hey, hey," she protested, "Im cool, Im cool. If I wanted to do anything bad then I could have done it already. I have a pistol, and I have a tactical cloak. I could have gone boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and killed you all... well, maybe not the Krogan because theyre pretty tough, but I could have killed everyone else. But I dont usually kill people, so thats points in my favor right? And I dont really want to get shot either, and you probably dont want my blood all over your house. Because if you do shoot me, Im gonna turn around and get as much blood on everything as I can. Unless I get shot in the head, because then I cant do that. Because Ill be dead. I have no idea why I said that. Why dont we just start again, hm? My name is Kalia and..."

She sighed, "Guys, can we put the guns away please? It isnt like Ive even drawn mine yet, and youre making it really hard to concentrate. How am I supposed to make a good impression here?"

Sally lowered his gun so it wasn't pointed at her, still ready to raise if he had to. She could be a Black Sun spy, but then again, she wouldn't have been caught if that was the case.

"Very well, lets talk. Kalia. Why are you here? Did someone send you? How did you get in?"


Kalia sighed at the questions.
"Slow down, slow down. Well... thats an interesting story. I was in Afterlife, and I basically owe a guy some money. So I met him to try and pay him back, but I didnt have anything. When everything went... smoky, I hit him in the head with my drink and ran out. Then I followed Dizzy here. I saw her to try and tackle a Krogan and I thought she was crazy, so I thought I could steal from her. But I apparently entered the wrong house. Which is fine, it happens. Its actually why I owe the mercenary some money, I stole an expensive statue from him and then blamed his mom. Turns out he didnt like that. Anyway, no one sent me. I broke in using the door. Happy? I mean, of course youre not happy, I broke in. But are you happy with my explanation? Ill admit, I did overhear some of your plans, I know youre going to steal something from the Black Suns. So, you could kill me right now and get it over and done with... no loose ends and all that, or... I have something to trade. The mercenary who I owe money... hes part of the Black Suns. And before I got out of Afterlife I took his communicator and his gun."
She reached into her hidden pocket and took out both, holding them in her hands.
"So, this is what Im asking. In return for a way to listen into their communications and a free pistol, you wont kill me... or shoot me, or torture me, or anything like that. Ill also fix your door, which wont take so long, I only disconnected the lock. Although a few credits would be nice, because I need money right now. I also wont bleed everywhere, which has to be a bonus, right? Oh, but Id like a hug from the Volus. I have a bucket list."

Sally's expression softened. Although it's not likely anyone but a Salarian could tell. He nodded and put away his gun, signalling everyone else to do the same.. "Very well. You plainly have skills which cold be useful, and that communicator should come in handy. If you like, you can join us for a portion of the take. "

Kalia folded her arms, "How much are we talking about here?"

Sally raised an eyebrow at that. "You aren't exactly in a position to negotiate. However, I'm fair. The number I offered before getting interrupted was 10,000 credits up front. The final amount depends on what we can take and how valuable it is. With six of us now, I suspect we'll do rather well."

50,000 credits up front. This better be worth it, he thought.

Larry asked for the communicator, and Sal looked around the table, waiting for reactions to his offer and the new arrival.



[OOC Tagging @tzeenchianapostrophe Joint post with General and Myself ]