I'm Rey, a Salarian. I used to be a C-Sec officer, but I resigned, and now I operate on the other side of the law being a Merc. This story begins with me getting into an elevator after going to Chora's Den.

"Hold that elevator!" An Asari yelled, running at me She had pale-blue skin, and facial-markings not unlike those of the Councilwoman Asari. When she got into the elevator, she pulled me down onto the floor not a second before two gunshots flew where my head was. "I am Kendra, a wanted woman. The pro-Turian group Hercules wants to kill me because I know of their plan to kill the council and take over.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"They will want to kill you too. Now you have to take me along, because I know of the weapons and resources, among other things, that Hercules will use against you. I messaged your crew what I told you, so they will want to help me too." Kendra said.

"Hmm...very Salarian tactics. Let's get to the Allure." I said. The Allure was my ship.

"Who's that, boss?" Nora asked.

"Kendra, the Asari that sent you those messages. All of us have bounties on our heads, don't we?" I asked.

"We do." Enigma said. Enigma was an odd human: he had a code similar to the kind Justicars use, and his armor was styled like a Turian's. "You could have hired us."

"Would we have accepted?" Nora asked.

"No. We don't do suicidal odds missions." Old said. "Child, are we really going to help this Asari?"

"Why wouldn't we? Killing her won't help." I said.

"Thank you all for helping me. Where are we going?" Kendra asked.

"Omega." I said. Nora had found a picture of Jeff 'Joker' Moreau on the extranet, and ever since she had a crush on him: she looked at the picture on her omni-tool before setting off.

"Captain." Enigma nodded.

"Do you want to talk, or listen?" I asked.

"Whichever you prefer." Enigma said.

"I'll talk, then. I know of the growing discomfort with Kendra aboard. But I'm not going to just shoot her out the airlock and be done with it." I said.

"That wouldn't fix the current situation, nor help it." Enigma said. "The bounties aren't high-paying, so only inexperienced new-guys will try to kill us."

"Do you have any problems you'd like to talk about?" I asked.

"The dossier I gave you on my previous jobs, my skills as a biotic, and what pay I prefer should tell you all you need. It's more than most know." Enigma said.

"It was more vague than I like. You don't want to talk about your past? Mindoir couldn't have been good for your psyche." I said.

"If I did talk about myself the moniker 'Enigma' would not apply to me very well." Enigma said.

"What do you think about Kendra?" I asked.

"The bitch that put all of our heads on a chopping-board?" Old asked. "I'm trying to figure out your reasoning, child, but two and two aren't making four right now."

"What would you do, throw her out of the airlock?" I asked.

"Throw her corpse out the airlock, maybe. Unless there's a huge pot of gold at the end of this rainbow I would just lay low and let this blow over." Old said.

"Really? There's going to be fighting, and you want to hide? Aren't you a Krogan, the legendary vicious fighters?" I asked.

"I am a vicious fighter, child, but only with reason. I feel every kill I make, and loathe it if it's a waste. Life is more precious than you will ever know. Seeing several stillborn children of mine taught me that." Old said

"I-I'm...sorry." I said.

"Don't be, child. You're the Captain. You see things all 'big picture', while I only see things with a short-range tunnel-vision. It comes with being a Krogan" Old said.

"Kendra? I see no problem with her being aboard. Most think of Quarians as thieves and beggars, but it doesn't make it true." Nora said. "I've learned to not take things at face-value."

"So, how's the ship handling?" I asked.

"The Allure is the best ship I've been on, except the Flotilla. It works better than the first day I piloted it, boss." Nora said. "I'm proud that I bear the ship's title in my name."

"I'm happy you are" I smiled. Nora's whole name was Nora'Tasi vas Allure, after being disowned and exiled from the Migrant Fleet.

"So, Captain, this is Omega? Why are we not going off-ship?" Kendra asked.

"My crew always has a meeting before going on-shore, to make sure we are all on the same page." I answered, leading her to the Comm room. Once everyone got there, we began the meeting. The room was shaped like a rectangle, with a long rectangular table in the middle of the room. I sat at the head of the table with Mick (the Turian second-in-command and doctor) sitting opposite of me. Mick's name wasn't really 'Mick', but he liked the shortened version of his name.

"So, Captain, this is Kendra? It's a pleasure to meet you. I was busy doing research when you arrived. What is the plan, Rey?" Mick asked.

"I was hoping to get some news, maybe see if we could get rid of the bounties on us." I said.

"We could go to Aria for help." Enigma said.

"There's no way she would consider it. Too much to do, not enough time to help out a band of freaks like us." Old said.

"Maybe she'd help if we had something she wanted too." Enigma said. "Recently, Aria ordered a very expensive custom gun. The ship never made it to Omega."

"E, you didn't." I said. Enigma pulled a very costly-looking and customized gun out.

"Win the war before it begins." Enigma said, his voice mechanized by the breather over the helmet he never took off.

"You're going to get us killed!" Nora said.

"I can dispatch of the evidence if need be." Enigma said, the severity of his words not masked by his breather.

"Let's let E try to get Aria's help that way, but only him. If he dies, we hire a new squad member. Okay, Captain?" Mick asked.

"It's harsh, but fair." I said. "Crew...dismissed!"