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| - The music of the Afterlife club booms and the red light strains the eyes. In the club, two batarian Blue Suns mercs are having a drink while watching one of the dancers. "I swear, If I weren't already married I'd take her back to a hotel," says one batarian. "What? That usually never stops you," said the other batarian. "I know, but my wife took all my credit chits after she found out what I was doing," replies the batarian and the two laugh.
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| - The music of the Afterlife club booms and the red light strains the eyes. In the club, two batarian Blue Suns mercs are having a drink while watching one of the dancers. "I swear, If I weren't already married I'd take her back to a hotel," says one batarian. "What? That usually never stops you," said the other batarian. "I know, but my wife took all my credit chits after she found out what I was doing," replies the batarian and the two laugh. There laughter is quickly interrupted by an odd and unpleasant sight. "Hey, is that what I think it is," says one of the mercs looking over at one of the tables. "I'll be damned, it sure is," replies the batarian. The two mercs see something never before seen on Omega, a C-Sec officer. The two mercs walk over to the lone officer having a drink. One of them bangs their fist on the table. "Hey, the Citadel sendin' you guys to spy on us now," asks one of the mercs angrily. The turian C-Sec just sits looking sown at the table and sipping his drink. The other batarian leans over. "My friend asked you a question, C-Sec. Show some manners and answer him." The turian just continues to sip his drink while leaning back in his chair. The batarian grabs the drink, spits a thick green fluid into it, and puts it back on the table in front of the turian. "Since you're so thirsty, drink this... all of it." In a flash, the turian rises from his seat and snaps the batarians arm. He turns to the other one and punches him in the face hard enough to make him fly over the center railing and down to the bar below. Everyone around stopped their conversations and looked at the turian who just walked away. Unfortunately for him, he already caught the eye of a few more mercs inside. Walking from the club, the turian notices that he's being followed by three mercs. He makes his way down into the alleys, losing them in the winding corridors filled with angry Vorcha. "He must've went the other way. Lets go," said one of the mercs who don't realize the turian is only a few feet away from them. The turian walks from behind a stack of scrap metal. "Hey you," says a mysterious voice. The turian turns quickly and draws his pistol on a young quarian. "Easy, I'm no merc," says the quarian. "Do I know you," inquires the turian. "No, but I know you Garrus... Well, atleast I've heard of you. Come on, this way." The quarian leads Garrus the turian down deeper into the alleys. "They'll never find you down here. They've never even found me," says the quarian as the two come up to a rickety counter top with scrap metal piled behind it. "Where is this," asks Garrus. "This is my shop," replies the quarian. The quarian tells Garrus of his mission to get enough credits to get off of Omega. Unfortunately, the mercenaries have extorted the quarian so much, he was forced to retreat down into the depths of the alley and had little customers available. "You can't let these thugs bully you around," says Garrus sternly. "You have to stand up for yourself. Fight back." The quarian looks at him with a puzzled expression behind his mask. "Fight back? Are you crazy?! Those mercs are... not for the average man to deal with," replies the quarian. Garrus takes a look around the cramped and disgusting place for a moment. "Well, while you're here, do you want to buy some things," inquires the quarian. "No thanks," says Garrus as he walks away toward the nearest exit. Garrus stops just short of the door. "You can tell me where those mercenaries live, though."
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