Note: This is a fan fiction with OCs, there may be spoilers in the contents.
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Lost Souls Part 1
Unknown Location
Standing by a large computer consul, an Asari read a report that had been uploaded to the computer's memory. Endless facts, figures, videos, and other data was gathered and catalogued constantly. Reading a file that caught her attention, her blue eyes widened. She gestured for the only other occupant, a Drell, in the room to see what she had accessed. When he read the file he was as shocked as the Asari.
"Can this be?"
"I do not know. But if so…Shepard needs all the help he can get."
"You already knew that."
The Asari nodded, her head lowered and the beginning of a slight smile stretched on her lips. "I seem to know everything these days, my friend. But we need to help in any way possible."
"Is that not what you have been doing?" The Drell was puzzled, he thought that was why the Asari had dedicated herself to gaining, storing, and utilizing information in order to help the galaxy.
"Yes, but Shepard has an impossible challenge ahead of him. He will be too busy to notice all the small details. He also cannot be everywhere."
"You say his mission is impossible yet look at what he has done, he came back from the dead, challenging the Collectors, and aided in the destruction of Sovereign/Nazara. Not to mention rescuing me and giving you this position of power."
The Asari laughed heartitly, "I contributed to that as well, or did the shocks mess with your brain?"
The Drell winced at the memory.
"Oh, I did not mean to bring up…"
"It is alright."
She returned to the computer and began pulling up files of certain individuals, her eyes scanning the data as the Drell read the data as well.
"These people, how can they help Shepard?"
"I find myself asking that same question, but even I do not know the answer to that."
"So they are just the best suited or easiest to utilize?"
"Yes."
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Omega
Selling her small ship for a small measly pile of credits was something she hated doing. It badly needed maintenance and fuel, both which cost more credits then she had. She knew the Volus bought the ship for hardly anything, cheating her on the price, but it was a hunk of junk and on Omega, no one cared about your problems, unless your name was Aria T'Loak. Her name was not the Pirate Queen of Omega, but Zara, the exile. Being banished from the Migrant Fleet angered her. The Admirals were fools, she thought to herself. How could they throw away such a talented mind such as herself? Did not all Captains of the ships she served on say she was perhaps the greatest military robotics engineer for generations? Zara shook her head, dwelling on these thoughts would get her nowhere. She needed a job, living on the streets of Omega was asking for trouble. Someone will hire me, she thought, I mean everyone knows Quarians are amazing tech experts. She began to wander towards a crowded bazaar, credit chip stored safely with the few credits on it, and her SMG strapped to her back, ready to be used in case some thief decided to try their luck on the newcomer.
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Unknown Location (Bioweapons and Cybernetics Research and Development Laboratory)
Sitting in the corner of his cell opposite the door, a twitching man by the name of Zaaz was talking to himself, a large smile seemingly covering his entire face. He was a mess, wild long hair tangled in knots, eyes constantly darting from place to place, and skeletally thin. The white coats had him locked up without food or water again as punishment for his actions. Why though, he asked himself? He demonstrated his biotic abilities like they asked. So what if it was not on the targets and instead on the white coats and their security guards themselves? When he was pulled away from the bloody remains of his "demonstration", he was quickly hosed down by a freezing cold jet of painfully pressurized water. He rocked back and forth, hands whittling down something into a makeshift tool. A finger bone of one of the security guards he managed to cling to. His grin grew even wider. "Thought they could do whatever they wanted, hmm? Well Zaaz is going to show them, yes he will. He will kill them, yes he will. Kill, yes, yes. Soon, soon. Zaaz just has to wait now hmm?"
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Omega
Kryak finished giving his lesson on meditation and how to relieve stress in healthy ways. As always, he stood up and answered questions and listened to those who just wished to talk to him. The Drell was thanked by several of his participants before they went back to their lives. He finished gathering his belongings and proceded to walk the streets of Omega, handing out food packages from the large backpack he had strapped to himself to those of poor fortune. A few hours passed and he came across two human children being beaten by a Batarian stall vendor. Kryak stepped foreward as the Batarian readied another blow at the already badly injured children.
"Excuse me, but why are you hurting these young ones to such an extreme?" The Batarian stopped and turned to face Kryak, its four eyes bearing into the Drell's own two eyes.
"These filth decided to steal food from my vendor and make off like vermin. I make a living with this and these filth ruin me."
Kryak studied the shivering children, both badly injured, maybe some bones were broken, and were both deathly thin. "I think these children just wanted to eat, not stop your business."
"Does not matter. When I finish with them, they will learn never to steal from me ever again."
"If you 'finish' with them, they will not be able to move if they live. How about this, I will pay for what they have stolen." The Batarian thought for a moment and nodded grudgingly, hand outstretched for the credit chip. Kryak handed it over and paid double the price to much delight of the Batarian.
"This way your business can continue a little longer." The Batarian ignored the last comment, seeming to have forgotten about the three beings near him. Kryak approached the children and smiled for them.
"I will not cause you harm young ones. Have something to eat." With that he offered them the food the attempted to steal earlier and as they ate, he applied medigel to them from his backpack. When the children finished he asked them questions. They were orphans living on the streets, stealing to survive. Kryak nodded and asked them to follow him. One of the children was injured to the point and could not walk. He carried the child in his arms and proceeded to the nearby clinic.
"Excuse me," The receptionist glanced up, at Kryak, "I know this clinic was established to cure the plague that occurred earlier, but do you think you can take in two injured children?" The Receptionist glanced at the beaten child held gently in the Drell's arms and another clinging to his legs. She nodded and asked them to follow her. When the children were being taken care of, the receptionist turned to face Kryak and asked for him to return with her to the reception desk.
"I will pay for these two young one's safe recovery and their well being. Please treat them with respect, for they are orphans."
"We will not charge you for this clinic was established as a sanctuary for all."
"I insist on offering some form of payment for your services." After a minute of silence, Kryak's credit chip was charged a minimal amount. He returned to the room with the children and asked a doctor if it was alright if he could come back and stay here with the children until they recover. When told he could, Kryak gave his thanks and returned to the streets of Omega, donating food, offering peaceful solutions to disputes, and other charitable acts.
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Unknown Location (Bioweapons and Cybernetics Research and Development Laboratory)
A stasis pod holding a large figure produced data on nearby terminals for the scientists to read. The subject was stable, for itself at least, any other living organism having these readings would not be in a living for long. The figure was in stasis since the pod was active, but even so, several restraints held it down inside the pod, and backup sedatives stood by at the ready. The scientists knew if this got out; there would be no way to stop it.
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Omega
Cyrus Fulgrim stepped out of the ship, one of the last passengers on the giant transport ship. Omega, he thought to himself, I never thought I would end up here. The Captain had apologized when due to "equipment problems" the ship was redirected to the space station. Cyrus wondered if Omega was a better place to hide in anyway. As he made his way towards the exit of the hanger, a group of heavily armed Turians and Batarians made their way to him. Cyrus froze, his hand in his shoulder bag, reaching for his heavy pistol just in case.
"You." One of the Batarians said. It was no question as to who they were talking to.
"Yes?" Cyrus knew he might be able to take out half of the squad, but the other two would gun him down easily.
"Aria wants to talk to you. Get to Afterlife. Now." The group turned and walked away leaving Cyrus to find his own way. He had not broken a sweat, remained calm, his heartbeat was normal, his training proved useful in so many situations. In Omega, fear was blood, and there were always sharks, especially if named Aria T'Loak. Cyrus adjusted his shoulder bag and began to follow the signs to Afterlife. He found the entrance with the large pink sign overhead. A human was arguing to the Elcor bouncer claiming he had an invitation.
"Pleased, at last, someone with an actually invitation. Please make your way inside, Aria is waiting to speak with you."
"Hey! How come he can go in but I cannot?"
"Annoyed, because you do not have one. Please leave, you are holding up the line."
Cyrus entered the club and found a staircase which he climbed. A Batarian scanned him and confiscated Cyrus' bag before letting him pass with a head nudge. Aria T'Loak, the Pirate Queen of Omega, was reclined on a couch not bothering to look at Cyrus. Not knowing what to do, Cyrus just stood there until the Batarian shoved him hard onto the couch, near Aria.
"Your arrival has created several annoyances."
"The ship I arrived one was redirected here. I was guessing you did that."
Aria snapped sharply, "If I did that, then I instigated problems for myself. No, I did not redirect your ship. I do not know who did myself, but someone has the balls to screw with me and no one fucks with Aria!"
"I do not wish for trouble."
Aria sneered, "Says the youngest son of one of the largest illegal arms dealer families. Now people will think I am aiding you, sheltering you, buying your goods, and other stories. I was thinking of having you killed when you arrived, to teach your racist family a lesson."
"I do not approve of my family's…extreme xenophobia."
Aria laughed coldly, "Is that what you call the actions they do? I let you live because I know you are not working for them and also because no one else on that transport ship was important. Someone wanted you here, and I want to know who and why."
"I do not know the answer to that."
"If you did, you would tell me or I will rip it out of your skull."
Silence passed between them until Aria spoke calmly, "So what are you going to do?"
Cyrus blinked surprised, "I was planning on finding work, make some credits, then leave, since staying here will cause troubles for you, which means worse trouble for me."
"Smart move. I know someone who could use your skills and will pay a generous deal. I do not need to tell you that generosity is hard to come by on Omega and that I am only offering this information once."
"I will take the offer."
"I will have someone create a meeting for you two." With that Aria turned away from Cyrus and he decided it was time to leave. His shoulder bag was handed back to him and he made his way to the bar to pass the time.
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