Chapter Two.
The Blue suns.

Ever since I was little, I couldn't really sleep at new places. Sleepovers at my friends' houses were also mostly a no go. But much to my own surprise, I slept really well in my new appartment. I got up from my bed, got dressed and looked at my omni-tool on where to go next. I needed to find a job.

I didn't have much experience with Omega and job finding here, so I decided to just go out. Maybe some vid-screen would show some place that was looking for someone for hire. I exited my appartment and used the pass that human woman gave me yesterday to lock up. Especially on Omega, you never know. In all honesty, I wanted to look for another way out. That human from yesterday was kinda.. strange. Nice, but strange.

Never met humans that willingly to have sex with aliens. Usually they get drunk a bit. Unless she was a bit drunk. I couldn't really tell. I walked passed the reception and to my surprise, that human woman from yesterday was replaced with a turian. Never met him. Humans and other aliens, mostly humans, seemed to think all turians and looked alike and knew every turian ever.

But to clear things up; no, no we don't.

I gave the turian behind the desk a nod and walked out of the apartments into the streets of Omega. Already I couldn't find any vidscreens, well, I did find them, but not with job information or anything. It did flash the same message over and over. Go to Afterlife. Afterlife? Sounded like some sort of club here. I kept walking, looking at the signs as well as the road ahead, not to disturb anyone along the way.

I found myself in a large space with people lining up for something on the right. I walked over there and noticed an Elcor, most likely the bouncer. Those aliens might be slow, but they were huge and probably pretty strong.

"Excited. Greetings turian, you are welcome here", the Elcor told me. I nodded and went in ahead. The Afterlife. I remember humans believed in such things as heaven and hell. And also the afterlife. It was kind of amusing. Anyway, the club wasn't so big.

Whoever was working for the Blue Suns, might've hung out here. I looked around. There were dancers in the middle with all types of people watching, dancing and drinking. On my right there was a bar. I made a mental note that I'd come back for it later. On the left were stairs going up and somewhere else they went down.

Of course there would be. I went over to the one that went down and was greeted by a batarian in blue armor. Obvious blue suns dude was being very obvious. He was typing into a console when I came into view. "You here for work?", he asked me. I gave a short nod, my eyes fixed on that console of his. What was he writing?

"You know what the work involves?", the batarian contiued. He explained more once he saw the confusion written on my face. "We're here to change things up here in Omega. Someone is out here forming a task group and we need to stop him",

I felt a bit awkward. Someone was doing something good and the Blue Suns wanted to change that? Weren't they about to kill the crime here in Omega? I tilted my head a bit, awaiting further instructions. "We need someone to infiltrate that group and give us the ins and outs", the batarian explained. Seemed easy. Not much diffrent from some of the other work I've done in the past.

"Where do I find this guy?", I asked. The batarian looked past me to the bar. I looked over my shoulder to find what the guy was looking at. It was a turian in blue armor sitting at the bar. That blue armor looked all to familiar to me.

My eyes widen a bit and I clenched my mandibles into my jaw. At the bar was none other than Garrus Vakarian, my old friend and rival.

We sort of grew up together on Palaven. After military at 15 'till 16, I quit the military. Mind you, after the bootcamp you receive at 15, almost every turian serves it's duty and enters a field unit which they serve until they're around 30 years old. But military life wasn't cut for me. I couldn't handle being bossed around by others who thought they were better than me.

Maybe also because of my last name. Around my 15th birthday, most turians knew who my father was and what had happend to him. A lot of rumours spread around. For example that he was a traitor to his kind and insane, willing to brainwash his fellow turians into super soldiers so he could take over the galaxy.

So yeah, of course my surperiors knew it about my dad and throughout the bootcamp gave me the hardest time imaginable. As if it was my fault that my dad was an evil bastard. In my eyes he was still a hero. That's the story I knew and wanted to believe for the most part of my childhood. Anyway, during that bootcamp there was one guy that stood up for me. You can guess.. Garrus Vakarian.

We stuck together and stayed in contact even after bootcamp. Last I heard he was in C-sec, working on the Citadel, so seeing him here in Omega was a huge surprise. The way he sat there made me think something horrible happend. Well, if I had to believe the news it had.

Commander Shepard of the Normandy had died in an explosion that had destroyed the ship. But what I had heard before that was troubling me even more. My own uncle, Saren Arterius had sought out the geth from behind the Perseus Veil and got indoctrinated by something called a reaper. In the proces, he killed himself, which actually seemed like a better fate to me than being a puppet to those alien things.

Some turians seemed to think that Shepard was responsible, but I knew diffrent. Sure, she was there when it happend, but she made sure my uncle made the right decision. Unfortunately with my family's history of indoctrination, some of my friends feared it might as well happen to me. But trust me, I'm not that power driven like my father and uncle were.

Damn shame the were gone, they were some of the best in their craft. I mean my dad was a general and my uncle the youngest turian spectre ever. Then I came along. Pretty average turian mercenary with somewhat of a drinking problem.

Anyway, back to Garrus and me. Of course I joined some mercs on the citadel, thinking that C-sec was some sort of joke. Until I got caught a few times by the same guy over and over again. At a certain point, it became an inside joke. It were minor crimes, like stealing money of off a wealthy volus. Those little bastards are a bit to much obsessed with money.

But this wasn't how I imagined Garrus' life to go. He was always a cut and dry officer of the law. Okay, bit of a hothead. Where I was a little more calm and collected, he had a few warnings from his executives. From what I heard on the extranet news, inside sources mostly, he caught a guy named doctor Saleon. He grew organs inside people he'd later harvest and sell on the black market. Glad the guy was caught though, gave me the chills when I heard the news about him. But of course Garrus had something to do with it. I spoke to him about it, he said something about threatning the guy to harvest his organs first if they had the time for it.

"You know him?", the batarian brought me out of my thoughts. I moved my mandibles, as if I was thinking about something. "I used to", I said. "Doesn't know what I do know, though", I glanced over my shoulder to look at the batarian again. "Might be a trustworthy advantage", I concluded. "He might trust me sooner than a random dude joining", I elaborated when I was met with an confused look.

The batarian thought about it, then nodded. "Infiltrate his team and I'll talk to the bosses to let you join us", he patted me on the shoulder. "Pays actually decent for a shithole like this",

I breathed in hard. This shouldn't be to hard. Right?