I'm Travis, a turian with brownish 'skin', green eyes, and white clan marks. I had served in the army, and was now working as a DJ for a space-station-turned-party called 'Neverland', a never-closing night club (people just adjusted to their own schedule.) Hey, I was paid well, got to listen to music, and I didn't kill anyone. Who was I to complain about the stupid name? I played old music with a good, driving beat that made people want to move. Most of the club-goers weren't turian, but human and asari, which I liked (call me a rebel, but I always liked the anatomy of human females and asari more than turian females.) One day, things went to hell in the form of a bounty on my head. I'd just put the rest of the setlist up so I could take a break when someone knocked on the door.
"Send up recommendations with your omni-tool!" I yelled. The guy on the other side knocked harder. I opened the door, and an old man hit me with the stock of his gun.
"Somebody wants you bad. Even paid my alive price." The guy said, his British accent noticeable among the destruction of his vocal chords.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, not moving for fear that he would pull the trigger of the Assault Rifle.
"Zaeed Messani." He said, putting cuffs around my hands.
"The bounty hunter? Damn, who did I piss off?" I chuckled, getting to my feet. "Is this personal, or just business?"
"If it was personal you'd be dead." Zaeed said.
"Good point. Well, let's just get to the guy." I said.
"Most people try to kill me. Why don't you?" Zaeed asked.
"I work in a club all day. I hear things, and some of those thing are about how good you are." I said. "If I tried to run, I'd be dead."
"Smart man." Zaeed said. We walked for a little bit, but a krogan guard noticed us.
"Hey, what're you doing with Travis?" He asked.
"Back off. You don't want to mess with me." Zaeed said.
"If you're taking the damn DJ I do." The krogan said. Zaeed pulled a gun, and so did the krogan. Zaeed was going to kill him, but he heard the hiss of a door opening.
"What the-!?" Zaeed said, and noticed the running turian figure that had just got into the elevator.
"Close you bastard!" I yelled, kicking the controls with my elbow. Zaeed shot at me, but when the door closed only one had even got near me. I hacked the cuffs with my omni-tool, throwing them on the ground. When the elevator opened, I ran to my ship, reasoning that Zaeed would take the other elevator. I reasoned right, because when my ship began to fly off it was hit with a round in the back. "Good girl." I said, and charted a course to the Citadel, turning on an old band (The Red Hot Chili Peppers) to help calm me down. "Shit, shit, shit." I muttered. "I have started a cat-and-mouse chase with Zaeed Messani." I opened up an extranet connection, setting up payments for a few things-a set of armor, a hotel room in the Wards, and a new Assault Rifle (my old army-issue was one of the old ones that left you waiting behind cover for it to cool down)- and tried to find out anything about my bounty. I didn't find anything, of course, so I just closed out and flew to the sounds of Stadium Arcadium.
"Travis!" An asari smiled, hugging me.
"Hey Sara." I said, hugging her back. Sara was my friend, the two of us meeting years ago.
"What brings you to the Citadel?" Sara asked.
"Oh, you know, catching up with old friends and-" I began, but Sara just put her fingers on my 'lips.'
"What is the real reason you've come to the Citadel?" Sara asked.
"A legendary bounty hunter is trying to capture me. I don't know why, or who wants to capture me." I said.
"So you come to your rich senator friend for aid?" Sara smiled.
"You're the one that sent me a message telling me you knew that I was coming to the Citadel and that you'd meet me in the Embassies." I said.
"Oh yeah." Sara said, acting like she had forgotten. "I can't help you out there, but I can get you some cash."
"I got credits, Sara. Being a DJ is a good job on a ship that was made just so people could get drunk and listen to music." I said. "I would like a better place to stay than a dingy hotel."
"I have a two-bed apartment." Sara said. "Very high-class. Don't get any ideas." Sara mocked.
"I won't." I chuckled. Sara had flirted with me since she found out I liked humans and asari, and I'd never heard the end of it. I knew it was joking because Sara had said, and I quote, 'turians have weird metal bodies.' She wasn't trying to be mean, but I had joked about her liking me and she accidently said that. Of course, I would quote that to her frequently. "I got to go pick up a few things. I'll see you later."
"See you Travis." Sara said, walking away, knowing I was watching her. She had an extraordinary way of walking, moving like a professional dancer (or master seducer, as the case may be.)
"Damn." I whispered, and went to pick up my things from the shops in the markets.