Jason Voyyd's favorite gun will always be Maggie, a custom Raider AT-12. She was tough, brutal, and kicked like a Yahg. Absent was the usual dessert camouflage finish; a gloss black in it's place. If asked, Jason would say that he preferred the Batarian scattergun due to it's incredible rate of fire and damage. By the time the first slug has destroyed one half of your body, the second is already on its way to finish off the other half, if it takes that many. Nothing less than a Krogan Battlemaster does.
Jason was bit like his mother and alot like his father. Much like his Mother, an expert bartender, when she had been around, he was smart, tall, and a bit on the quiet side, but easy to talk to if you felt inclined.
Like his father, however, he rather enjoyed a good fight and God help you if you crossed him. That might be why Jason was on Ellium, fending off a dozen Turian smugglers with his gorgeous Asari companion. Let's back up a bit, shall we?
He had come on Thessia with the intention of becoming a bodyguard to one of the rich Asari Matriarchs here and making an honest living, but anti-human bigotry and no reputation to speak of had him at a major disadvantage. Thus, he set about enjoying a good buzz at the nearest watering hole, The Violet Mistress. He had dressed down in just a t-shirt and jeans with heavy boots and was nursing a drink with one calloused hand. He was an intimidating sort, with his tall muscled build and scarred biceps but he was handsome in his own way with a square jaw and narrow nose, he hadn't shaved in two days so a bit of a beard was starting in and his short, dark hair was unruly.
He sat in the back, with a full view of the place, sipping at an Asari scotch the bartender had recommended after she apologized for not having his favorite drink. It had a nice taste. The music wasn't obnoxiously loud and there were plenty of beautiful women of varying species and Jason just couldn't seem not to feel good. Then she showed up.
She wasn't dressed entirely to party but damn if she didn't look good. She was a lighter blue than the typical Asari, a neon kind of blue. She had dark blue markings about her eyes and going down the sides of her nose with the same color on her plump lips. Her attire was a skintight kind of leather-like armor that he had seen some of her Commando sisters wear but customized to leave her shoulders bare and plentiful cleavage on full display. Black in color with dark red seams going vertically down her arms, legs, and under her bust. Straps wrapped around her calves, thighs, waist, and ribs. Her combat boots were elevated at the heel about three inches making her shapely rear and long legs look even more attractive, if that was possible. Her sleeves were connected to her middle finger by a ring on each hand which was definitely not tactical in the slightest.
'...And she's looking my way.' He grimaced.
Now Jason wasn't exactly against the company of such a striking creature, but a seedy hotel and a nearly empty wallet does not make a very attractive individual.
'...And then there's the Carnifex Pistol she's carrying.' That was probably the reason she wasn't being hassled for a dance, the other patrons just sat back and ogled her, figuring her for Police or Mercenary. Then he looked closer.
She had evaluated everyone in the bar including him, then came back to him when her scan was complete, looking for potential threats. Finding none, she zeroed in on him and him only, gauging his reaction to her very approach for weakness, a lopsided smirk in her sinful lips. The mercenary part might not be far from the truth, but his first guess would be Hit-woman.
She stopped in front of the chair, hand on her hip and shining eyes.
"This seat taken?" Voice was pleasing to hear, little rough though, smoker maybe? No, he would've smelled it on her perfume.
The only seat was beside him.
He reached over and pulled out the chair with one lazy arm, never saying a word and keeping his eyes locked this hers. They stayed locked until she moved to sit.
"A gentleman? What's your name, Handsome?" She leaned her head on her hand, he noticed a few indicators of heavy firearm use.
"Jason, Miss. Yours'?" He flagged down a barmaid for her.
"Naila T'kia, and I think I have a job for you." She actually winked.
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