Apologize for any grammar errors, English isn't really my first language. I'm just trying as I go (a bit acting like I know shit). Enjoy!
Citadel, Zakera Mid-Ward District Level 26th, Ramen Stand, 11 pm.
"C-sec claimed that the victim was shot and stabbed with a sharp weapon, presumably a knife. Detective Chellick, head investigator of the case, assumed that the victim attempted to escape the assault, but failed when he was shot in both of the his knees. The victim tried to crawl away, but the suspect murdered him with a final stab in the head. The victim, Marson Trin, had 3 bodyguards who were also found dead downstairs in the living room with bullet wounds in their heads. C-sec still…"
"Told that stubborn human, being a pain in the neck, someone will end up killing him."
"Hmph. That shit-head was lucky it wasn't our shift, if it was he would end up in some vent, being scooped out by urchins." The Krogan said then gulping down his beer, totally pissed off.
"Or it could be us in that room, brother. I know we lost our only well-paid job, but it isn't well enough to die like that." The younger Krogan said to the other, he was pissed too, but he tried to look at the bright side of things, it helps cooling off his temper. Sadly, it didn't apply for his brother.
"Grrr. Soft." He spat, then gritted his teeth. Anyone nearby can hear those gritting teeth/fangs.
The young Krogan rolled his eyes, and said "I know you mean nothing by it brother." His brother snorted at his words. The young Krogan finished his current drink, just how can the glass be this small, he thought. He still needs more, more of whatever this drink is. He looks at his brother and quickly changed "more" to "plenty".
"Hey Human!" He calls the stand owner. The stand owner jumps slightly when one of the pissed off Krogan customers call him. "H..Hai!" He turns his attention to them. "What can I get you, friend?"
"Another crappy drink!" The pissed Krogan spat. "Me too human." The younger said with less venom.
"Coming right up." He said while thinking, "Just please don't smash anything. "
The owner goes back to what he was doing before and that is serving ramen to one of his waiting customer. He takes the ramen and look at his other customer. He was very well-armed, full body armor and helmet. "Probably another mercenary, goon or stuff." He thought. He serves down the ramen in front of him, the customer quickly closed his omni when the chef approached him. "Gomennasai! Sorry for the wait, here is your order." He said and then refills his water. "Thanks." The man said to the owner and chef. With a smile, the chef goes to refill the Krogan's drinks.
The armed man uses his purple colored omni-tool, he launched a command and suddenly his helmet makes a tiny hissing sound, the dark thick glass part of the helmet which hides his face moves and split horizontally to reveal the lower half of his face, his slightly visible nose-tip and mouth. He dismissed his omni and began to pray, it was a short prayer. He took the chopsticks after he's done.
"That pyjak obviously isn't interested in Marson's money. Either it's personal or he's hired." The pissed off one suddenly slams his fist on the table, almost made the Chef drop the bottle in his hand. "Just shut up, brother. I don't want to talk about that scum."
That made the young one snorted, "Fine. Then let's talk about our plan for getting a new job."
A growl came out of the older one. "I hate everything."
"A refill for the gentlemen!" The owner cuts in and refills their glasses, then he quickly made his escape, not wanting in on the action. He knows that the Krogans worked for the guy that died on the news and things like that has become a trend in the Citadel, either business, political or just plain silly stuff. He's not usually a violent guy, but sometimes he wishes he can get his own hired muscle, for security that is. People would be surprised at how many times a fight has started in his stand, so much bowls and stools were smashed.
"How much do I owe you?" The armed man suddenly chirped in, interrupting the Chef's moment.
The helmet is back hiding his whole face and his bowl is empty. The Chef stared at the bowl for a second, amazed by how fast he ate before he finally replied, "Oh, right, that would be 50 credits." he took the bowl and glass to the washing sink. As he put aside the dirty dishes, he hears a beep from his cashier, it receives a transfer.
"I've transferred it. Thank you for the good meal." The armed man said while standing up to leave.
"Arigato! Please come again!" The Chef said, and the man left the stand.
The armed man walks to the rapid transit, calling a cab.
It was less crowded that night on the ward. The man watched as the taxi pulled up beside him, it opens its door automatically. He makes sure no one was following him before he enters the taxi. He's on high alert, especially after the previous event.
After he's sure that it's all clear, he enters the cab. He set the destination, the taxi responses to the destination and they're off. The man takes a seat in the back, but he also did a final check from the cab's windows for any unwanted followers. "Nothing." he confirmed.
Relief with that, the man uses his omni and checks for any incoming message from his client. There were no new ones, "I guess he doesn't need anything else. He'd better lay low for a while." He thinks as he dismissed his omni.
The taxi pulled over in front of an old looking apartment. The apartment looks abandoned and dirty. The man gets out of the taxi after paying the fare. He takes another look out as the taxi departed, to his relief no one was on his trail. Then he walks towards the apartment, it may look abandoned, but there're residents living there. A couple with credit issues and Mercenaries.
This apartment may seem like shit, smells like one, but it's a good place to lay low or to hide. None of the authorities ever set foot in this part of the Citadel, they don't want their expensive shoes getting the poor stench.
The man arrived and stood in front of his room. He took out his key from his knee pocket and then unlocks the door, opening it. The old door creaked slightly as it opens. But before he set a foot inside, he suddenly felt a presence to his right. He casually checks the figure, not wanting to cause any suspicions or trouble (the mercs here are very sensitive).
"A keeper?" He raised an eyebrow at the keeper, now passing him. Sure, there are keepers here, but none enters the apartment. The keeper kept on strolling along until it makes a turn and disappears. The man shrugs off the false alarm and enters his room.
"Home sweet home." He thought as he enters, then closing and locking the door.
It was a plain small room, no bedroom, kitchen or any other room except for a small bathroom. The man didn't care much about it, he didn't even put any decorations or furniture, it's just a temporary hideout, no need for the unnecessary, he claimed. There's a futon in the right corner of the room, beside it is a small cabinet and that's it. He walked toward the cabinet, but suddenly stops, remembering a thing he should do when he got here.
He takes out a sword handle from his belt. "I haven't checked you after that stunt, I better run some scans." He said to the sword handle and also notes that the handle had a few blood stains.
He pressed a hidden button in the handle, and a dark metal extended from it, forming the blunt side of a katana, then on the opposite side, a deep red colored laser appears, forming the lethal side of a katana. The man uses his omni and scan the weapon.
"Complete." The text showed up in the omni, along with a full review of the scan. It informs him that his weapon is in optimal condition. "You just need a bath then." he said, turning off the laser and then walks to the bathroom. He took a rag from the bathroom cabinet and wet it a bit using the bathroom sink. Looking at the stains on the handle, he then starts cleaning it. "I should have gone for a cleaner kill, not stabbing him right in the skull. That was reckless." He thought, scolding himself for getting way too excited on the job.
Not more than a minute, a ringtone from his omni, signaling an incoming message. He uses several different tones for several groups of people in his contacts. There are tone for his client, his known associates, acquaintances, and unknown people. This time it's an unknown.
He had blocked any ads from his omni and his address is a ghost, didn't exist until he reveals it himself. He assumes that it was his client, but using a different ID. He opens and reads the message.
"Greetings Zero, We have heard plenty about your line of work. It was hard to reach you and we are not absolutely sure if this is the right address…"
"My line of work is very discreet. Now how did you get my address?" He ponders, "Perhaps my client let it slip." He guessed before he continues reading the message.
"...But know that we are very interested in your work and services. We are willing to pay much and more for your expertise. Please contact us as soon as you are able. We prefer to talk to you via Holo call, we don't want this important offer to get to the wrong people. –C"
And there's a contact number at the bottom, "Hmm." He focuses on the sender's initial "C", he thought that this could be a real deal or it could be the cops. It sounded like a cop in the "promising much" part. But if it's not, then "The sender must be from a company or an organization, for referring itself as "we". And even when they're not entirely sure, they manage to get my actual address. My client would never dare betraying me for the authorities, not after the aid and loyalty I provided him... or the knowledge of how much I dislike traitors and my capability to dispose them as painfully as possible." He smirks at that, imagining a few painful torture methods.
He dried his now clean katana, then unsheathes and puts it back in his belt. He walks back to the other room and take a seat on the futon. "They might have a real job to offer, with a satisfying pay. Or this is another false promise, a trap." He thinks of the many outcomes this can end, plenty were ugly.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained." He finally decides.
He opens his omni's interface, set his caller's cloak to a number 0, his trademark. This was to be a Holo-call and he doesn't trust anyone in the other end enough to let them see him. After a few adjustments, he activates his cloaking device with his omni. Besides cloaking him on the call, it can also block the person on the other end to track his location, a custom device he and his… comrades made back when he was still with them. He did some further customization to it, making it more effective.
All is ready and he dials the contact number. "Hope this won't turn ugly."
"Connecting…" "Connecting…" "Conn… Transmission accepted."
Then his omni displays a Holo of a man sitting on an armchair with his smoke and liquor. He noticed that his eyes are different, "Must have cost quite the fortune." he thought. The man looks nothing like C-sec or any of the council's pets. He's human and looks too much like a galactic mafia than a cop.
That's the end of the first chapter, I hope my OC doesn't bore you yet.
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