Yay! Finally made it! I did say I was gonna write with third erson from this point of view but I changed my mind. First person was much easier.

So Last time you Met Dunai, now you get to know a bit about her job.

Enjoy

I spent the first five hours bartering over prices. A Batarian wanted an outrageous discount, simply for being the first to approach me that night. And many of the humans were trying to pull a fast one as well.

"Come on, I swear I have the credits. Now how's about me and you go fin..."

"How about I turn around a leave. Look at how you're dressed," I swept my arm across his dirty ragged clothing, "you obviously have no money, and are as filthy as a rotting varren." I abruptly spun on my heel muttering to myself.

The day wasn't all bad though. My usual human customers found me. A few Batarians as well. The first one wanted to role-play as, "the slaver and the slave." Strangely, he was the slave. After about my fifth Jon, I decided to get something to eat. Omega food wasn't all great, but the dinner in the markets was decent. Around this time of night there were only a few drunks from the bar; a Turian slumped over the counter babbling in a drunken stupor and his buddy who was loudly complaining about humans.

I took a seat on the far side of them looking at the menu. Without giving taking my order, the cook placed a plate of roasted pyjack meat in front of me. Behind the menu I smiled coyly.

"You always know what I need Baron." The monkey-like creature had a bitter after taste but otherwise it wasn't bad, and it was cheap to.

"I know you need to get some meat on you. You're getting thinner." The older human gestured at my thin frame. When I had first gotten to Omega I had more body to me. Lean but shapely.

"The life of a mother demands sacrifice my friend." I remarked before biting into the meat.

"The life of a mother shouldn't be spent in heels and mini skirts." The aged man said softly, "It should be spent somewhere nicer."

I set the food back on the plate, eyes downcast, "yeah, your right." We were quiet for a moment. His words hit me deep, even if they weren't intended to. He was right. My daughter couldn't grow up here. This place was the worse way to raise a child.

"Come one kid, don't get all melancholy now. Eat your food and go home. Get some sleep." He left me alone to eat.

"I wish you were my real dad," I called to him, "I would have gotten better advice than, go to this collage it will make you look better." My voice was a mocking male one, for my father.

Baron laughed, causing the wrinkles around his mouth to deepen, "If you were my daughter, you would be cooking here, and I would be at home drinking beer."

As I sat, enjoying the meat, The Turian began to get louder. His buddy had fallen to the floor, snoring like a jackhammer, and he was carrying on about how the humans did nothing to help the universe.

"The damn flesh bags sit on their Asses and make sure they get the biggest cut!" He screamed at the uninterested Turian cook, "Why don't they all just go back to their pathetic planet, and leave us in peace!"

He glared over at me, "And their women are the worst part."

Silently I scowled over my food. Another anti-human causing trouble. Fighting with them was a horrible idea, seeing that most people would help the other guy.

"They pollute more things than the males do! Their whores walking around tainting everything they touch!" His buddy stirred only to mumble some incoherent babble.

"If you're so anti-human, why are you eating at a human owned store?" Baron glared at the guy.

The Turian glared right back, "cause you're the only damn place that's open." Baron rolled his eyes and turned to serve another drunk from a bar.

"Fucking prick."

I stood up and marched over to the Turian, "watch who your insulting jack ass." Here I go again, being stupid as always. I thought to myself

He towered over me, glaring with intense green eyes, "this is just what I mean. Humans always trying to take control."

"I'm not trying to take control. I'm simply telling you not to call my friend names." I spat back at him. He was slightly leaning over me now.

"Break it up you two or I'll..." The Turian interrupted baron.

"Stay out of this human! I think this little girl can talk." His clawed fist, clenched at his side, "So little girl, you gonna say something else?"

"I don't have anything to say to you, except chill your racist ass!" I turned sharply to return to my food, but his hand shot out to grab my forearm.

"Who the fuck are you to talk to me like that, you fucking whore?"

"Let go of me!" I tried wrenching my arm away, but his ungloved talons cut the skin. I yelped from the sudden pain.

"Hey get off her!" Baron went for his bat under the counter. Before the elderly man could get around, a sickening crack echoed. I felt the grip tighten sarcastically, then release me.

Something warm and wet ran down my wrist to form into a red puddle on the ground, drip by drip. My breath caught in my lungs.

Blood. Oh god my blood! I thought before feeling dizzy. My knees weakened, causing me to slump to the ground. A queasy feeling began building in the pit of my stomach; vision became blurry.

A loud screeching hit my ears. I looked up to see a tall figure. He stood facing away from me, towards the Turian who had attacked me. He was on the ground cradling the arm that had me in its grasp a moment ago. It was at a strange angle, something bulging against the muscle and flesh.

"Harming someone who simply said something." The large figure was speaking to the drunk in a deep scratchy voice. Each word held a menacing tone.

"She made no move to attack, she was walking away. Look at you, drunk in public and slinging insults in every which way." He kicked the passed out Turian lightly in the side.

"Huh? Oh...wha happel?" His speech was slurred.

"Your idiotic friend attacked someone for no reason. Get up and get him some care."

The coppery smell of my blood hit me with a blast. I felt my body teeter before falling back.

"Dunai!" I heard Baron shout.

Before I completely blacked out, the figure turned quickly. His face and body were a blur of color.

Mysterious people breaking the arms of meanies. I blame T.V.

This was fun to write after I finally got over my cat deleting half of it the first time -_-