A/N: Again, I'm not Italian, so sorry if there are any mistakes. Blame Google Translate.
Milky Way, Terminus Systems, Crescent Nebula, Tasale System, Illium, Nos Astra
December 2nd, 2171—Earth Standard
Captain Wasea never understood why Sederis invited the white-haired human into the Eclipse gang. She was rude, sarcastic, and rarely took anything seriously. If it were up to Wasea, she would've dumped the human on the first hostile planet they passed. Preferably one with the largest Thresher Maw nest. Tuchanka, maybe.
But as Wasea crouched down and examined the battered, bruised and definitely dead salarian in front of her, she respected the human's abilities. She still thought the human was a nuisance, but she got the job done. That was more than she could say about most of the initiates Sederis dumped with the slightly younger asari commando.
The salarian's joints were bent at unnatural angles; lacerations covered the surface of his body, and the burns on his yellow-green skin made the amphibian look more appealing. But that was just Wasea's opinion. His green blood was everywhere, even on the human's light armor and face, but the grinning human didn't seem too bothered about it.
"Did you get the information?"
"Yup," the human smirked, "The contact's name is Mayn, another lizard. He's holed up in Loading Bay A23."
Wasea nodded, straightening up, "Good job, Sawyer."
"Che cos'è?1" Sawyer mocked, "Did you use my name and give me a compliment? Are you feeling okay, Cap?"
"Keep talking and I'll take someone else with me, vermin."
"Ah, much better," the human grinned, following the older asari.
"You're lucky you're useful."
The corner of Sawyer's lips turned upwards.
Mayn was nervous. He hired the best bodyguards that credits could buy but he still wasn't comfortable. He had a krogan battle-master, who fought in the krogan Rebellions a thousand years ago, and a turian from the Relay 314 Incident. Of all the species in the galaxy, the salarian managed to get the two most war-loving species in his pocket, but he still couldn't relax.
In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have hired the krogan. Mayn's ancestors sterilized them almost a thousand years ago, and the turians released the bio-weapon, while the krogans threw asteroids onto the turians' colonies. The salarian wringed his hands together; Mayn didn't think this through at all.
The Loading Bay doors opened, and Mayn sighed in relief. He turned to greet his brother, but froze in fear at the sight of the Eclipse insignia on the two visitors. The krogan and turian stood between him and the door.
"How long did you think you could stay hidden from the Eclipse, Mayn?"
The salarian swallowed, thickly, and backed away from the asari and human. He recognized the blue asari with the red facial markings, anyone who valued their life knew about Captain Wasea, the head of the Eclipse faction in Illium. They also knew to stay away from her.
"Wasea, I—I can explain!" Mayn stumbled.
"Are we here to talk or are we here to fight?" the krogan grunted.
"Huh, look at that," the human that was with Wasea grinned, "A turian, a salarian, and a krogan. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke."
The human didn't look familiar—not that he would be able to tell them apart anyway; all humans looked the same to him—she was probably a new initiate, and according to the informational vids he saw about the humans, this one was fairly young. She would be referred to as a 'young adult' by human standards, an 'infant' by asari and krogan standards, a 'teenager' by turians and quarians, and a 'grandmother' by salarian standards.
But according to the same vids, white hair was usually the result of aging past sixty years, but he was rather sure about the human's age. Her hair didn't look fake enough to be 'dyed'. The scientific side of Mayn wanted to run tests on the odd human; the organic side of him wanted to escape with his life intact.
"The Eclipse are hiring humans now?" the turian spat, his mandibles clicking in amusement, "Go home, kid. I'd say to go back to your mommy and daddy, but I'm sure I killed them fourteen years ago," he laughed at his own joke, "Teach you humans from activating a derelict relay!"
The human grinned, taking a threatening step towards the turian, while clenching and unclenching her fists, "Oh, you're going to be fun to kill."
"Sawyer," Wasea growled, "Behave."
"Yes, ma'am," the human licked her lips, still grinning at the cocky alien, envisioning numerous ways of exterminating the turian, no doubt, "Whatever you say, ma'am."
"You can make this simple for yourself, Mayn," the asari started, "Tell us what you know and you walk. Don't, and you die."
"Y-You can't kill me," the salarian grasped at whatever straws he could, "You need the information."
"We need the information," Sawyer grinned, "but last I checked, your limbs don't speak," the human turned to Wasea, with unbridled glee, "Wasea, per favore1."
"Just don't kill him," Wasea, indifferently, waved her off.
"Che peccato2," the human sighed. She flicked her right wrist, and the metallic brace released two sharp blades extending past her fingertips. Her other hand reached over her shoulder to her battle-axe's hilt.
Mayn paled to a horrible yellow, "Stop her!"
The turian and krogan pulled out their guns, and Sawyer's grey eyes flashed to Wasea for a brief second, enough time for the asari to nod.
Sawyer licked her lips.
The krogan charged at her, and she sidestepped out of the way. A black-purple aura surrounded her, and in a flash, she was in front of the turian, the metal on metal impact echoed around the room; and the turian's rifle was cut to pieces by the blades in her brace. Within two salarian heartbeats, her axe was drawn and sliced halfway through the turian's neck. His blood sprayed, coating her newly-cleaned yellow armor in blue.
The human was a biotic. It all made sense. Why else would the Eclipse hire her if she couldn't create mass effect fields with her mind? And how else was she able to 'jump' across the room? Or how would she be able to get the axe halfway through a turian's thick and tough scales—or skin, Mayn wasn't sure what the exact term was? The revelation didn't help sate the salarian's fear, though.
The krogan turned and roared. He raised his shotgun, and prepared to fire. The salarian recognized the weapon as the M-300 Claymore. A one shot per round. Slow but a very powerful weapon.
Apparently the human was aware of that. She turned; her left leg covered in raw biotic power, and kicked the dead turian towards the krogan the same time the larger species fired. The turian fell, a large gaping hole formed in his stomach from the Claymore.
The krogan bodyguard reloaded, and Sawyer took advantage of the three seconds it took to replace the thermal clip. She biotically charged, and appeared behind the krogan. He dropped to his knee, coughing up blood. Sawyer smirked, dropping a large orange slimy organ on the ground beside her feet.
"You're next, lucertola1," the human drawled, twirling her battle-axe in her hand.
Wasea shook her head, and pinched the bridge of her nose to cover up her grin. It seems the human was a bit too smug, and it was about time she learned the hard way. The krogan stood, and faced the human's back. Sawyer got rid of one of his hearts, but he still had two more.
The krogan pulled out a dagger and growled. The human frowned and turned. Thick red fluid gushed. The krogan kept pushing the human until her back hit the wall, and the dagger was hilt deep into her left shoulder. His forearm pressed against her neck; her axe clanked on the ground.
The krogan bared its orange-tinted teeth in a feral grin as the blood gushed faster from her shoulder. Sawyer choked; her vision blurred, and her limbs numbed. Despite the pain and lack of oxygen in her lungs, she still managed a small sardonic—tight-lipped—smile.
A shot sounded behind the krogan, and his attention was split between the asari with his shotgun and the asphyxiating human. The krogan turned his head to see around his hump, and the human focused her biotics into the blades from her brace. The back of her neck—her biotic amp—started burning from overuse, and blood dripped from her nose. She raised her right arm, and with all the strength she had left, stabbed the biotic-coated blades into the krogan's thick skull. She released the biotic energy from her blades, and the alien's head exploded.
The human dropped to her knees, coughing from the lack of oxygen and the krogan's innards in her mouth. A yellow-black-and-blue figure knelt by her, glowering. The asari held the dagger by the hilt, and Sawyer hissed.
"Pathetic," Wasea said before pulling the dagger in one swift move. Sawyer cried out, clutching at the gushing wound.
"If you pass out, I'm leaving you behind," Wasea stood, cleaning the dagger before pocketing it.
"Avere fede in me1, Cap," Sawyer chuckled despite the pain, "They're dead, and I assume you got the information from the lucertola before blowing a hole through him?"
"Faith is trust you have for something that doesn't exist," Wasea said, her back to the human, "You do. Get your shoulder patched up. We're heading for Omega."
1 "What's that?" = Italian
1 "Please" = Italian
2 "What a pity" = Italian
1 "Lizard" = Italian
1 "Have some faith in me" = Italian