David Parish stood on the deck of his freighter, the Revenant. The Revenant was a fairly small and battered ship with two sets of manned turrets, plenty of cargo space, and a crew of eight human tradesmen. Sure David's ship did legitimate trade throughout the Milky Way Galaxy, but sometimes they landed the odd job that included Red Sand and other types of contraband. That's why he was arriving on Omega- the haven of thieves and mercenaries alike.

"Captain," A short man with red hair and beady eyes approached him, holding a data pad. "Nomar Terek's instructions were to meet him in cargo bay 374-A. There he wanted to make the exchange."

David took the data pad and nodded. "Thank you,

Ryan."

"Sir with all due respect," Ryan said in a hushed voice. "I don't like the idea of working with that Krogan. They're a vile species who prefer brute strength over a keen mind. If the Alliance found out-"

"They're too busy dealing with Commander Shepard and the fallout with Cerberus," David gave an amused smirk. "Besides with that attitude you'd be better off joining those fanatics. I've dealt with Terek Before. He may be as soft as sandpaper to the balls, but he won't pass up weapons that will give the Blood Pack an edge."

"We're selling them military grade weapons!" Ryan hissed.

"As far as they know. Don't worry, I'm not going to give a mercenary group the chance to be a real threat. If we're lucky Terek won't notice the flaw in his new weapons," David patted Ryan on the shoulder. "Just in case I want you to keep the engines running. If Terek knows somethings up he won't hesitate ripping my spine out."

"Decent is green," said a voice over the loudspeaker. "We have permission to dock." The ship shuddered and grinned as the salvaged docking tube slid over the airlock. David checked his pistol's thermal clip, then nodded to Ryan.

"Have the crew transport the goods to 374-A," David ordered. "I have to meet Terek in Afterlife." The air-lock opened and David was greeted to the arid stench of Omega.

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The night-club known as Afterlife was the dream of every scum in the Terminus Systems. Everywhere one looked there would be a Human or an Asari dancer showing their charms, someone who's just a glance away from a fistfight, and enough booze to intoxicate a Thresher Maw. David glanced over at a group of Blue Suns mercenaries playing a card game.

"Did you hear about Vido?" One of the mercenaries asked.

"Who hasn't," said another merc. "Nearly got offed by Zaeed and Commander Shepard himself!"

"If Vido's got any sense he'll lay low." The first mercenary said again.

David was unable to hear the rest of the story as a hand the size of a large rat landed on his shoulder. He stumbled and turned around to face a menacing Krogan. Granted all Krogan were menacing creatures, but ones with knife blades lodged into their face-plates and missing eyes defiantly would make anyone shiver. "David Parish."

"Nomar Terek," David nodded, looking at the numerous scars on the Krogan's face. "Guessing you didn't want to wait for me?"

"Not when you have a shipment of high-end weaponry for the Blood Pack." Terek growled. His voice was like slate grating against glass and his breath was that of century year old socks. It took everything in David's willpower not to vomit.

"374-A, right? That's where I sent the goods," David managed to wriggle his shoulder out of Terek's grip. "You wanted me to meet you here, Terek."

"I did," Terek agreed. "But I'm an impatient bastard, as you may know. I want those weapons and you want those credits. No point in staring down Blue Suns." He growled over at the blue armored mercs. Ever since the vigilante Archangel almost wiped out all of the gangs on Omega-The Blood Pack, Eclipse, and Blue Suns- tensions between the three groups have been at an all-time high. They may listen to Aria when it comes to not going to war with each other, but that didn't stop them from wanting to.

"I get the point, Terek," David nodded. "Now that we've met up here, how about you lead me to 374-A. My men are already there with the goods.

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Cargo bay 374-A was littered with crates and barrels, showing signs of underuse. A layer of dust covered most of the surfaces throughout and some of the panels seemed to be hanging on by one screw. This, of course, made this area a perfect place for deals- and ambushes. David knew this as he had Ryan and another crewmember, a Turian named Silia Calaril, stationed nearby. He had met Silia on Noveria when she worked as a bouncer at one of the clubs. After she was fired for roughing up a high-ranking politician David hired her as an enforcer.

Terek walked over to a crate where two of David's men stood. They both looked like they were about to crap their pants. The krogan pulled out a N7 Piranha and looked at it as though he had found the largest diamond in the Milky Way. "How the hell did you get N7 weaponry?"

David shrugged, a coy smile on his face. "I have my ways."

Without warning Terek fired at one of the men, blowing his chest open. David pulled his Carnifex from his side and aimed it at Terek. The Krogan laughed and threw the gun aside, pulling his Executioner Pistol from his side and blowing away the other crew member. "You really think I'd be fooled, Parish?" He turned to David and aimed the gun at him. Several Vorcha troopers poured out of the wood-work, aiming their weapons. "I know these guns are modeled to be shit. "A real N7 Piranha would've torn that guy clean in half. I may be a Krogan, but I'm not stupid. What made you think you'd pull the wool over my eyes."

"What made you think I'd give you military grade weapons?" David hissed, backing up against the wall. There would be no room to hide if they opened fire.

"We worked together before, and you always pulled through. I thought I could trust you, Parish, but it seems as if I was wrong." Terek popped a new thermal clip in his gun.

"David," Silia's voice came through David's earpiece. "Those canisters are set to explode. You'll have enough time to escape, but you need to act fast."

David nodded and turned back to Terek. "Sorry, Terek. But I didn't want you starting a war with the Alliance."

Terek scoffed. "Typical. You humans always put your own first." A canister in the back of the room exploded, sending a Vorcha- or part of one- flying overhead. David ran as another canister exploded, filling the room with screams. Terek roared and fired at David, but his shot missed by inches. David screeched around the corner and hopped over a crate only to dive into a Vorcha. He pulled his Tanto blade from its sheath and stabbed the vermin in the chest. The Vorcha left his blade stained with blood as he ran past.

"David, it's Ryan. I have a transport set up," Ryan's voice spoke through the intercom. "And let me be the first to say I fucking told you so!"

"Bad time to whine, Ryan!" David yelled as a volley of projectiles flew overhead. He turned back and fired wildly, narrowly sidestepping a falling crate. Before him were Ryan and Silia. They were next to a shuttle. As soon as the Vorcha were in range they opened fire, giving David enough time to dive inside. Once Silia and Ryan were inside the doors shut. The sound bullets hitting the metal could be heard as David took off. He opened communications to the shit. "Revenant this is David! Once we get back make a b-line to the Citadel! Expect a lot of angry Vorcha."

"He didn't fall for it at all!" Silia whined, her mandibles quivering with annoyance.

"I knew we couldn't trust that lousy Krogan." Ryan checked his rifle.

"Yeah, you were right," David sighed. "It'll be a while before we can walk through Omega's streets again. Our contacts going to be pissed when she learns that the plan failed."

"This isn't the first time we've messed up," Silia said. "Besides, she said that Terek might not fall for it."

David didn't answer, instead looking out the window at the streets of Omega. They reached the landing pad and hopped out. "Come on!" They ran through he streets, though it wasn't long before the shouts of angry Vorcha could be heard.

"PARISH!" A voice roared. David looked back and felt his heart fall into his boots as he saw Terek charge towards them like a blood-lusting bull.

"Fuck my life, fuck my life . . ." David could hear Ryan mutter as they ran. The Revenant was in sight! David let Ryan and Silia rush past. He looked back as he saw Terek skid to a halt.

"I'm going to kill you, Parish!" Terek took a shot at David, but he missed. "I'm going to rip your guts out and wear them like a trophy! No one crosses me! NO ONE!"

David laughed and saluted Terek. "It was nice doing business with you!" He mocked as the doors slid shut. He ran inside. The ship lurched as they pulled away from the docking bay and out into open space. They were safe.

For now.