Author's Note: I've decided to extend the series! It will now be four chapters long! Watch out for dark themes, and again, male nudity.

Chapter 2: Where It's At.

The guard planted a flying kick into Kolyat's back, forcing him into a dark confined cell.

"If you are alive by morning, we will be serving breakfast in the dining hall!" The guard boomed, his voice embroidered with dark malice.

Kolyay pulled himself to his feet, surveying the cell. It was dark, and even with his amazing vision, he struglled to see anything. As he began to calm himself, he heard a low, rumbling noise, like shells under the hooves of a horse. Kolyat studied the noise, his stoic visage betraying none of the turmoil within. It was laughter!

"I was wondering when they would put new meat into my cell." The voice, unmistakably that of a krogan's, purred. It was brutal, yet hat an edge of refinement, like a machete. Kolyat saw an armoured, three fingered hand slither onto the lightswitch, throwing the chamber into sharp relief.

"You're in my world, now." Jaffod Thrax, the most feared man in Jericho, grinned "And your mine now."

Captain Armando Bailey laughed, as he edited away at the C-Sec reports. Some useless turian women had filed a report, saying a notorious batarian criminal had broken into her house and stole her baby. Bailey knew who did it. He was an amazing detective, so it hadn't been hard. Jak "The Hammer" U'Vak was a friend, an enforcer for the Shadow Broker, and a source of additional income to Bailey, so the corrupt human copper had promised to "take care of business" for his friend. He now edited the woman's missing persons report, so that SHE had stolen her own baby, for the insurance money.

Working for the Shadow Broker was sweet. It made Bailey feel powerful, and he knew, that with his master's "additional income" he would be able to afford that house on a nice ward, with the white picket fence and beautiful lawn.

"BAILEY!" The Shadow Broker, on Bailey's communicater, said. "I must talk with you"

"What do you desire, my master." Bailey asked, lowering his head in supplication.

"Are you and your men prepared for the events at the Crah Ulglar memorial ball, two days from now?" He demanded. Bailey brought up a spreadsheet, faithfully checking every last cell of it.

"Yes master." Bailey nodded "My entire strike team have been fully equipped. Requisitions will never know the guns and hard suits were gone. Ever."

"Good, good..." The Shadow Broker said. "If we do this right, NOTHING will be able to stop us." He continued. "And one more thing, I want you to bring Jak "The Hammer" U'Vak on this mission. You will need him, and his Deadly Knives, for such a dangerous assignment."

"Yes, my lord. Your will is law." Bailey said, standing up after his master cut the connection.

Grinning, Armando Bailey pulled on his coat. He'd heard some of the new dancers in Chora's Den were "remarkably youthful" and would be doing his best to investigate such facts.

"That's right, my succulent friend. Your mine now..." Jaffod Thrax smirked. He was the biggest krogan Kolyat had ever seen! He was a massive beast, taking up more than two thirds of the cell. His hump bulged out, propping his body up against the wall. There was no greater contrast than that of the two cellmate's bodies. Thrax's muscular, fatty frame, to Kolyat's rock solid, perfectly defined eight pack, admirable biceps and totally bodacious calves.

Thrax continued to chortle to himself, pawing at his own jumpsuit. Kolyat tried to avoid looking, but the cell was to small to look at anywhere apart from the Krogan's crotch.

"Get on your knees, wench!" Thrax ordered, exposing his cock and balls.

"I'm afraid I can't suck your krocock, Mister Thrax." Kolyat sighed, facing the door, still on his feet.

"And why is that, you portentious slut?" Thrax ejaculated.

"Because... Your gonna be in the medbay!" Kolyat sprung into action. His flawlessly executed roundhouse kick blazed across the fabric of reality, adding pure brilliance to every atom of air it passed through. His foot struck the exposed krogan squarely on the jaw. Kolyat smiled at the sound of shattering bone as he landed the kick.

The other inmates of Jericho prison station heard the howling cries of the krogan gang leader, then the shouting of the guards as they opened the cell, dragging Kolyat and Thrax out. Kolyat himself? He never made a sound.