Post by smilesja on Jan 17, 2017 9:36:05 GMT
 | Benjamin Walker aka "Ben" Human Male Ex-N7 Soldier/Mercenary Age: 28 bsn.boards.net/post/193169 |
(OOC: Takes place in the Eternity Bar)
Benjamin Walker danced his heart out.
He made a lot of money from this last job he took from a client: An Asari merchant who has been harassed by Blue Suns. The gang has been stealing her merchandise and selling them on the black market. The task was simple: Take out a bunch of Blue Suns who were about to smuggle her stuff to Omega and bring her things back. It didn't take long for Ben to find the Blue Suns who were about to depart to Omega. The gang was no match for an ex N7 soldier, once they were slaughtered. Ben managed to take the stolen goods to the Asari merchant who was so thankful that she showered Ben with a LOT of credits. Excited, Ben spent the money on his favorite hobby.
Partying.
Taking a big swig of Earth exported wine, Ben rocked his head back and forth to the beat. This is a human made remix and an old one at that, but still the beat was very addicting to listen to it helped by the fact that human music is rarely played in the Eternity Bar humans aren't common on the planet Illium. While dancing Ben briefly observed the dance floor: A bunch of aliens: Mostly new money types dancing the night away. The Eternity Bar is way more rowdy compared to the serene, relaxing mood that it usually is. However Eternity Bar held a rave night of sorts in an effort to attract humans. It seemed to work as there were more humans (mostly obese gullible looking old men) dancing with the Asari dancers.
Ben screamed along with the crowd into the air as the beat got louder, his body surging with adrenaline as he danced more frantically. It was a time to be alive, Ben's young, in his prime, he got paid and more importantly no more Alliance and their morally questionable bullshit. As soon as he thought of the Alliance, Ben's heart sank a little, but he tried to forget about and partied even harder. While he was dancing, he Krogan approached Ben. He saw the Krogan walking towards him and Ben began to prepare for a fight. From his experience in the military is that Krogan love to fight and are willing to pick one with any person who eyeballs them.
But not this one apparently, this Krogan appeared courteous and well dressed, wearing a light green suit and his face actually not covered in scars. "Excuse Mister Benjamin Walker?" The Krogan asked.
He was even polite! Ben eyes lit up, "I don't think there's anything more unpredictable than a polite Krogan." He thought in a panic, if there's anything that his parents taught Ben (or the one thing that he actually listened to.) was to beware of the nice ones, as they are the ones who will most likely rip you off, or in this case rip your face.
Playing it cool Ben responded: "Yes what is it."
"I've been sent to retrieve you, my boss has a job offering and he is willing to pay you a large sum. He would like to explain the details in private"
That got Ben's attention.
"You have my curiosity." Ben said resisting a grin, Ben has been suckered in these "offer you can't refuse." deals. They usually end up in ambushes by angry enemies.
"Splendid!" The Krogan replied happily "Please follow me."
Ben followed the Krogan to one of the private sections of the Bar. Once inside, Ben saw a Turian kissing up on two Asari dancers, one on each side. "Mr. Gladus." the Krogan chimed.
The Turian was not paying attention as the Asari were busy saying what a good Turian he was and other things that made Ben chuckle but only a little and out of the Turian's sight. He doesn't want to make a bad impression.
The Turian: Gladus is sharply dressed, dark blue (Turians seem to love the color blue) he looks young around Ben's but clearly a very successful Turian.
Once the Asari were done, Gladus turned his attention to Ben: "Ah Benjamin Walker! Just the Merc I've been looking for!"
"Please call me Ben." Ben said.
"Sure Ben." Gladus smiled "For the past two years, you've been making a name for yourself! I've become a fan of yours."
"Would you like my autograph then?" Ben quipped trying to make a joke.
Gladus chuckled "Nah I want you human for a job. You see, I always wanted to get my hands on a turian treasure. It's said to contain lots of credits and extremely rare weapons that'll sell a lot in the black market. It belonged to the members of the early days of C-Sec. Very talented and innovative Turians they were. One day they were supposed to transport a bunch of credits to a wealthy banker on Illium. When flying from the Citadel, they've hit by a stray asteroid and shot down on an unknown planet. The ship has never been found until now. Just recently, I've received a tip that a Volus has the map to the location to the crash site. He's on Illium and he's going to leave in three days to seek it. I would like for you to "talk" him into giving you the information."
The job started to sound a little sketchy to Ben. A search for a lost treasure? He wasn't in the mood for a treasure hunt, the pay better be good "Hmmm how much are we talking here."
Gladus shrugged "About 10 million credits that's in there and half of it it's yours. Just leave the legendary weapons to me, I make and sell guns for a living so I know the price of those weapons."
Ben chuckled at that. "Wow, I'm not sure what if the info is false?"
Gladus shook his head "Hey Ben, this is once in a lifetime. Even if the location turns out to be false, I'll pay ya 200K out of kindness. Like I said I'm a weapons dealer and a good one to boot. What do ya say?"
Ben was intrigued the location may most likely be bullshit but at least the pay is excellent. "I'm in."
"Excellent! Ben." Gladus said and the two shook hands. "I don't know the Volus real name but he goes by: Big Daddy." You can find him in an apartment suite: "Sunshine" about 3 miles from the bar. Good luck human."
"Thanks" Ben said who can possibly interfere in this wonderful day?
(OOC: All right I set the stage for you to mess up, or eavesdrop and get caught or what ever you want! You're up GeneralXIV !)
