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Onboard the super-station of Omega, a meeting is underway. A group of Red Dawn mercenaries are in a convention in an old warehouse with Death Dogs criminals discussing territory, money, and a possible criminal relationship. The leader of the Red Dawn, Sheram Kurinus, holds a Piranha in one hand and a briefcase in the other. "There's a lot of things that can go down here depending on what you came here to say," says Sheram. "I came here to talk about a possible future between the two of us," replies Oslo Pariah, leader of the Death Dogs. "Who the hell are you," says Sherum.

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  • Onboard the super-station of Omega, a meeting is underway. A group of Red Dawn mercenaries are in a convention in an old warehouse with Death Dogs criminals discussing territory, money, and a possible criminal relationship. The leader of the Red Dawn, Sheram Kurinus, holds a Piranha in one hand and a briefcase in the other. "There's a lot of things that can go down here depending on what you came here to say," says Sheram. "I came here to talk about a possible future between the two of us," replies Oslo Pariah, leader of the Death Dogs. "Who the hell are you," says Sherum.
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  • Onboard the super-station of Omega, a meeting is underway. A group of Red Dawn mercenaries are in a convention in an old warehouse with Death Dogs criminals discussing territory, money, and a possible criminal relationship. The leader of the Red Dawn, Sheram Kurinus, holds a Piranha in one hand and a briefcase in the other. "There's a lot of things that can go down here depending on what you came here to say," says Sheram. "I came here to talk about a possible future between the two of us," replies Oslo Pariah, leader of the Death Dogs. "A future? Before we get into all of that, let's talk about how you and your boys seem to wanna push Blood Grass in my districts," replies Sherum somewhat irritably. "We could always split those districts down the middle and make profit off of the same addicts," says Oslo. "Or you can back off and stick to your own streets," replies Sherum angrily. "You turians, so proud yet stupid. I'm offering you a peaceful relationship; you don't want to turn away from that," says Oslo. "No, fuck that! I can already see that there's nothing to talk about," yells Sherum. "I'm beginning to see the same thing," replies Oslo just before him and his men raise their high-powered rifles at Sherum's forces. "You humans are all the same; you spread through the galaxy like a plague and try to take what's not yours," says Sherum, certain that his last moments were winding down. "That's exactly what I think," says an unknown voice. From out of the darkness of an Omega alleyway, a batarian clad in full body armor appears. One of his gauntlets and much of the armor's harness has been scarred and scorched from gunfire while half of his face has a characteristic scar which stretches down the two eyes on the left side of his face. He's incredibly well-armed, though all of his weapons are holstered. He strides from the darkness with a very confident yet laid-back demeanor and his face has an expression that seems to be a combination of a smirk and a sneer. "Who the hell are you," says Sherum. "I go by the name of Miko, but you can call me friend," says the batarian. "So, you brought back-up," says Oslo to Sherum. "No, I came here on my own accord," replies Miko. "What do you want," asks Oslo. "Not much, just some... volunteers," replies Miko with a smirk. More heavily-armed batarians appear from what seems like out of nowhere with their high-powered weapons aimed at both Death Dogs and Red Dawn mercenaries. As the batarians pour in from the darkness, both Oslo and Sherum become a lot less talkative. As the influx of armed batarians stops, it's obvious to the Red Dawn and the Death Dogs that they are outnumbered. "Now, who here wants to come and work for me," shouts Miko as if he were a carnival ring leader. "No! I'll never lay down and work for the likes of you," shouts Sherum angrily. "I'd rather die!" "Fine," says Miko calmly before blowing a hole through Sherum's plated face with a custom M-9 Thunderbolt. As Sherum's bloodied body hits the ground like a rag doll, Miko raises his smoking pistol. "Anyone else wanna be proud, because I have a lot more bullets." "I'm not stupid like Sherum. Me and my men will gladly work for you," says Oslo with a smug yet scared look on his face. "Sorry, there's no place for humans in my organization," says Miko before turning the gun on Oslo and firing a perfect slug through the human's forehead. Miko looks around the dimly-lit warehouse. "All of you work for me now, understand," says Miko. He turns to walk away but just before he leaves, he gives one of his lieutenants an order: "Execute the humans."
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