"Hey shorty! What's with the fucked up hair!"

Just once I'd like to come here for a drink and not get noticed thought the very noticeable man sitting in the booth of Omega's most popular bar: Afterlife.

Despite his lackof stature, being a foot shorter than even most women, 'fucked up hair' guy was not someone you'd just glance over. If you looked past his century old fashion statement consisting of jeans, button up shirt and leather biker jacket; you'd see a man in his late twenties to early thirties. You'd also see a chiseled physique that would make Bruce Lee say: "I am ready to begin my training master."

In regards to 'Fucked up hair' guy's fucked up hair, it was thick, brown, tapered off into a pair of mutton chops, and gave off a very feral look. Like it belonged on a Honey Badger instead of a human.

And he was human; one of the few humans that were allowed into the VIP section of Afterlife. The tough guy yelling, however was not human, but a krogan. A race of ferocious, seven foot tall, prehistoric looking bad asses; with a giant bone hard plate for a forehead.

"Hey, midget! I'm talking to you!" Continued the krogan as he made his way across the dance floor; patrons making way for him. Seemed that besides the fact that he looked like he ate tanks for breakfast, lunch, and afternoon tea, he also had a rep for killing people just for….exactly. But what was shocking was that the human didn't seem scared. Or even awake; except for his periodic drag on a cigar and shot of whiskey.

The Krogan, now towering over the human, took notice of this as well.

"I asked you a question Meat."

Finally deciding to respond, the human swiveled on his bar stool while inhaling a lung full of smoke, blew it in the krogan's face and said: "SHINKT!"

In the blink of an eye, 'Fucked up hair' guy's fist appeared just below the krogan's chin and the end of three single edged blades protruded from the center of his forehead.

In another blink of an eye the blades disappeared and the krogan slowly fell to the ground, his blood slowly coloring the dance floor in a fresh new color.

"What just happened?"

"Where did the blades come from?"

"How about how did they get through that krogans thick skull?"

These and more questions were being whispered among the patrons before an eerily calm voice silenced them all.

"Ladies and gentlemen please calm down." Will get this mess cleaned up and the dancing will continue in full swing. "Till then drinks our on the Queen of Omega tonight!"

This got a resounding cheer from the entire crowd as they pushed and shoved their way to the bartenders; making sure to give the human a wide berth. This action, however was not copied by the speaker. She not only walked up beside him but got two glasses and a fresh bottle to pour for the both of them.

"Hey their tough guy."

"Sup Aria. Those free drinks for me too darlin?"

Aria chuckled. "You know better than to ask me that Jimmy"

Aria was of course the Queen of Omega; if you're feeling dramatic. She was more like a good old fashioned gangster King Pin who made Al Capone look like a hanar. She was also an asari. And like all asari, she was blue, graceful, had a fringe for hair, and could flay you alive with her mind.

Put all these aspects together and you've got a badass who makes the previous badass seem not so much like a badass. And she had the attitude to go with it; the "don't fuck with Aria" attitude.

Unless she was around 'Fucked up hair' for some reason. Around him she was more like a Dearing café owner pouring coffee for her favorite regular.

"You know this can't keep happening" Aria stated while downing her recently poured shoot.

"What? People die every hour on this station."

"Says, but not in Afterlife" continued Aria. "Here, people drink, dance, get into fights, and then get thrown out." You add dying to that list and revenue drops."

After finishing another shot, the Queen of Omega straightened up to face the human directly.

"I need you to promise me that this won't happen again."

"Or what. You gonna have me thrown out an airlock?"

"Of course not. I'm asking you as a friend." I know you don't start these fights, but could you at least make sure they don't end in me having to give away free drinks and repaint the walls?"

The human looked up at her as she now towered over him much like the krogan did. While everyone on Omega feared Aria, this human didn't. He slightly enjoyed it when she stood beside him to talk and pour him a drink. Kind of like a regular getting a cup of coffee from his favorite café owner.

"I'll see what I can do darlin."

Aria smiled. "Thanks tough guy."

She began to turn as if to leave when she remembered something.

"Oh I just remembered something, there was a woman dressed in N7 armor in Omega half an hour ago. Said she was looking for you."

The human snuffed out his cigar before looking Aria in the eye.

Have to put a crick in my neck to keep from staring at her chest. When did folks gets so fucking tall? He thought to himself.

"How do you know she's lookin for me?"

Aria smirked as she answered.

"Cause she called you a name that you told me nobody knows you by anymore."

The Queen of Omega reached out to grab a pair of dog tags hung around the humans neck and slowly rubbed them between her fingers as she traced the call sign on them.

'Wolverine'

"Better than 'Fucked up hair' guy" Wolverine said.