This is my first story, so please be patient with me. And english is NOT my first language, so be prepared to see mistakes. Hope you will like my little story^^
The dancefloors were crowded, light dancing on bodies, red, blue, green, ever changing.
You could easily get lost in the erratic dancing light, the spots, the lines, the twirls.
Loud music silenced every other sound, every thought is clouded by deep basses.
Hearts raced, sweat droped, bodies pressing against another, grinding, pushing, savoring every contact.
The smell of alcohol is omnipresent and the smell of body fluids is just beneath it.
Loud, hard and dirty, the Afterlife on Omega. The kingdom of lust, hatred, angst and power.
And above every other being, the Queen of Omega, Aria, sat on her sofa, smiling to a thought, drinking exclusive wine and showing good mood. On her inside she was cursing like an old fisherman about his wife.
More and more guests had become ill, on the dancefloor were more humans than ever. Just a few turians, a little more asari, hand full salarians and batarians and exactly 4 krogans were dancing, drinking and laughing.
It wouldn`t take any longer for the illness to cost her, Aria, a lot of money.
And Aria wasn`t amused by that thought.
But then, there was a way to get it back flowing.
She had heard the stories about a specific clinic in the quarantine district, founded by a salarian scientist.
Also she heard the rumors about the merc-gangs, that wanted to attack the clinic just to get their hands on some samples and cure devices. Bad stories, indeed.
If they were successful than the balance of power would be changed, and not to her personal benefit that was for sure.
Aria sighed, taking a new breath, considering her options. After a few minutes of measuring a few options, she clicked two of her fingers softly against each other.
One of her personal servants bent down to her, lowering a tablet on eyesight. On top of it was a small, delicate messenger and another glass of wine. She took both things, placing her old glass on the tablet and motioned for the servant to step away. She opened the messenger function, scrolling down on her list to name, which seemed to be more accurate for a function.
She smiled again, tapping on her glass and taking a small sip, as she decided what to write.
After that, she put the messenger next to her on the sofa, although not waiting for an answer of the obedient watchdog. The evening could still get better, she thought, taking another sip and looking down at the dancefloor.
Quarantine district. Salarian doctor named Solus works on a cure for the newly spread disease. Intel says that mercs want to party too. Guard him and his work, fulfill your names duties , watchdog. If I am pleased, the payment will be as ever. If I am not, you better be dead.
The ring tone on my messenger woke me with a start. I rose on my elbows, moaning, starring on the clock on the wall. 0248 standard time on Omega. Sighing I took my messenger from under the pillow and stared a few seconds on the originator.
"Ice queen".
I opened the message. It was short and effective, like always with the ice queen. And like always I would not answer, she knew I would take the assignment.
I kicked of the thin blankets and yawned. 4 hours of sleep should be enough so I strode to the bathroom, shivering under the cold water in the shower.
Back in my room I dropped to my knees, grabbing the big sports-bag from under my bed and lifting it onto it.
"I am human, the disease will not affect me. No worry about that. Ice queen mentioned mercs, so it will be more than one gang. A lot of fights for me, a lot of death for them. Got to take enough ammo with me. Should I reveal myself to Doctor Solus? Nope, until it is really necessary I won't do that. A salarian doctor, so he is a brain head. Survived long enough on this station, should be able to handle some weapons to stay alive so long. Tries to help the people. So that might ad some good karma on me. Glad I can help with that." I murmured to myself while sliding in my under-armor and then into my dark green main armor. After closing the last clasp I stripped on my utility belt and looked at my helmet which was the last piece on my bet. It was old, battle worn and scarred. And it hid my identity. Like my armor, it made me look androgynous, so no one could tell if I were a woman or a man. Most of the people didn't even know that I was human.
With long strides I crossed my room, opening some cupboards and threw ammo, food, water and some weapons on my bed.
An old hunting rifle, a shotgun and a pistol, followed by Kryo-, EMP- and normal ammo. After a few more thoughts I took my second credit stick as well, it would take me a while to fulfill this contract.
I gathered my things, holstered my weapons and headed to the door, scanning for any signs of live outside my apartment. Nothing I had to worry about.
The alleyway was dark, full of garbage, stinking and disgusting. Far away from the nightlife. Far away from pulsing life, from the merchants, from the little street fights. It was my little paradise, quiet and dark. Nobody would notice, would want to notice, strange things which would happen here. Nobody cared. Just one reason i loved this.
Giant rats fled as I stepped out of my hideout, closing my door and activated my little surprise-trap for thieves with my Omnitool.
I would have to make my way through several vents to get to the district.
It would be a long way, a narrow way in some parts.
After a last look at my door I trotted of in the direction of the first vent. The first vent out of 7...
Sometimes karma wasn't my friend...