2176, November the 23th Alliance Calendar
Omega Nebula / Sahrabarik Enroute to Omega
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A week has passed since the little fight with Darak and his friends, am still a bit disgusted at myself by what I did, I crushed some people with my "bare" hands for fuck sake.
Uuuh, I can barely contain brain-shivers from just thinking about it.
My shock of what I did have at least dissipated, mostly from the time I have spent thinking about it, and maybe some of my old training helped with it? And of course, some vids from extranet-famous Ajissa T'zeva helped tremendously, but I got a feeling that people don't really watch her just for her Meditation tips.
Anyways, the one thing I'm a little sad about is that I left the depot folks, but what can I do? Stay? Well, I don't really think they needed some more guards and me, and this is a bit embarrassing, can't really do anything else, in this universe at least. But Wiktor said he owed me a favor, and didn't want to hear me talking about how that was unnecessary. Well, we agreed to keep in touch, but we all know that's just a courtesy thingy.
Nyx, however, said that if I was up for some fun I could always call her, and I'm almost sure she meant both of the implications. The one thing that still bugs me about her is that she didn't use any biotics in the fight, and I think at least, all asari have learned to use them, it would have been pretty handy, but she probably has some weird reason for it.
On another note I'm en route to Omega now, still took scenic route there and to be completely honest it wasn't really my intention to take it.
You see, me here doesn't really have that big of a ship, and here comes this big bad frigate of some unknown kind demanding me to stop, and me being the nice sophisticated young man that I'm just called out to him kindly to Fuck Off.
Aaand it seems like the captain didn't really think that highly of me and just started to shoot at me out of the blue.
I'm starting to question my own intelligence, if not that's the problem something else must seriously be wrong, maybe my survival instincts have been dulled because of my apparent semi immortality? Its a question for another time at least.
Well, they have chased me know for a good 3 days, and hopefully, their pilot must sleep some soon, and then I can just sneak away with my little Salarian built beauty.
I'm still thinking about what I even will do when I finally arrive at Omega.
Will I try to become some sort of merc or bounty hunter? Well, I NEED the experience for what's coming in a few years and it can be good to be out there doing something, mainly to get some sort of reputation. But still, seriously what the fuck will I be doing? If I become a merc in the Terminus I will probably be doing some sort of shady shit for some dirty shithead. And Bounty hunting in the Terminus can't really be that better, just hunting somebody because one slob wants some other slob dead or captured and tortured slowly to death by their own hand.
Well who am I to say anything about this, I haven't tried any of them yet and maybe the bad rep that the Terminus have is some Citadel propaganda to keep the masses in check.
Who the fuck I'm I kidding? The Terminus is just like the Old West but on some Thresher Maw brain stem and a dash of flakka laced with some brown-brown, a fucking "great" place to spend some of my time in.
But still, what can I really do? In the Terminus, the chance for some sort of a big butterfly effect is lower when to spend my time in civilized space, and to be frank, I think that there are much fewer bureaucrats here when there and that's a positive at least, so who is the optimist now huh?
Anyways we will see where the waves take us.
2176, November the 24th Alliance Calendar
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Seems like Mr. I-can't-take-any-shit-because-I-have-a-stick-shoved-so-far-up-my-ass-that-you-can-call-me-reverseDracula have finally stopped to try and catch my ass, so finally I can head to Omega and behold its beauty, all its grime filled streets and almost feral inhabitants, I cant almost hold myself from excitement! From what I have heard the District around Afterlife should be pretty good at least, or at least how good an almost anarchy driven area controlled by a dictator can be, but on the positive side, I have also heard that that dictator just mentioned should be pretty fucking hot, see positive thinking. What's the problem if you are being ruled as you were and treated worse when shit if your said ruler is hot?
Anyways I should arrive there in a day or so… And I still need to get used to not use "day" as a measurement of time if I'm speaking to anybody not from the Alliance.
2176, November the 25th Alliance Calendar
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I'm almost at Omega now, by that I mean that I can see the big fucking asteroid with light-filled holes in it from here, to be completely truthful, it doesn't look as bad as I expected… from here at least.
Oh, and I spoke with Omnius earlier "today" and we mostly just small-talked, I mentioned my small run-in with Darak and it mentioned that it and some other geth had had a run-in with some to curios for their own safety Salarians, after that we just talked some more and after some time goodbye and other pleasantries was said. It's kind of funny that my only real acquaintance is a damn AI.
On another note, I have finally remade my old rave playlist, or is it ancient in human terms now?
Anyways I'm now vibing to "K-Liber - Viben ( D-Fence Remix)" and are somewhat missing the feeling of being a chin bone-crunching freak standing in a sea of sweaty half exhausted people, aah good old fuckedup times.
A beep from the com and some flashes of green stopped my reminiscing of gone days.
I accepted it before my obnoxiously loud VI could start to assault my ears.
"Hello, this Captain Alexander Böhm of the Tanngrisnir, requesting permission to dock". I said politely, I didn't see the reason to be non-professionally in this instance.
"Just pay the fees and all will be fine, sending coords for docking place". A flanging voice said dismissively, and soon I got a message for the fees and my docking area.
I paid quickly and relayed the coords to the ships VI and we began to cruise forward to my docking area.
Soon after I finished the decontamination procedure and stepped out of my airlock, and I was instantly assaulted by a smell that would make a plague rat flinch.
The streets were as I had expected, some grime here and there, rusted metal, neglected and, sparsely lit. Well, that's maybe what you get if you are being a cheapo like me, getting a docking space in Gozu.
In case if something would happen, which this being Omega it probably will, I had all my gear on me. I have also done some more research on how much a credit is worth so I could see how much I had to work with, well 30k wasn't a fortune or anything close to it, 30k would let me buy some more gear and have some left for some fun.
But still, I will have to find something to do, because money can't really buy experience, or I mean it can buy some kinds of experiences, but not the one I'm looking for. And of course more creds means more fun shit, shit like guns, explosives, booz… FUCK I forgot that I cant get fucking drunk anymore, uuuh my german part shivers in terror.
I started to look for something that would pass for a cab, scaring some shifty-looking people on "accident", to think a 6'4 human in krogan armor is scary doesn't really strike me as insane.
I just mostly chuckled at the people shuffling away when I walked on the small rust coated street.
Some time passed and after many failed attempts of asking for a direction for a taxi, I started to feel defeated.
Now I had arrived in what would pass as a market, with people selling all types of things, but mostly crap, but sometimes an object would strike my curious side and I would take a look at it.
I walked the market for some time until I stopped outside of a shop called something I first couldn't understand, it looked like some sort of runic alphabet, but it was quickly translated to Gholems Anvil.
This piqued my curiosity and I walked in, a doorbell dinged when I opened the "old" non-automatic door, 'Coozy' I thought looking around in the small shop, it was ancient in modern terms but would have been considered Oldschool in my old life, an honest to god REAL fire forge, an anvil that looked well used and, racks on racks of different tongs, hammers, and other tools.
The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped my out of my observation mode, and I turned around to look at the person behind the wood counter, the person was a slightly gray batarian in some hefty work clothes and an apron on, also the person before me had a pistol on the hip, which had some fingers on it now.
"How can I help you krogan?" a deep polite masculine voice said.
'This is starting to get pretty old' I thought simultaneously taking off my helmet, the raised brows were the only indication of surprise from the batarian.
" Why does everyone think that I'm a krogan?"- I said chuckling -" Name is Alexander". I added and brought my hand forward. The batarian looked slightly taken aback by my casual demeanor, 'Well batarians and humans don't have the best relations, but can't let that change me to an asshole' I thought.
The batarian accepted and we shook hands, " Greetings Alexander, my name is Gholem"- the batar… Gholem said -" Humans are uncommon in Gozu, sorry if you took any offense".
'Huh, either a very polite batarian or one that doesn't really care for our little culture-war". I thought, "Non taken"- I said smiling and waved him off -" I'm just strolling through".
"Anything I can help you with?" He asked.
"Well 2 things really, firstly, what do you make here? And secondly, where can I find a cab?" I asked, and I was pretty interested in what he actually made here, meaning if he just did tools or he also did stuff like weapons.
When I asked him about what he made here a ghost of a grin made its appearance.
"I make items on the customers' request, knives, axes, skycar hoods, anything really"- He said with a hint of pride -" Have you searched for it on your Omni-tool? Otherwise, where is an automatic one here" he sent a marker, and his ghost of a grin transformed to a fully-fledged grin now.
'What a fucking idiot I'm, but who knew Omega would have shit like that?' I thought shaking my head and chuckling.
"No, forget about that hahaha, thanks!"- I said laughing, -" Can you make swords?" I asked smiling, well I have always loved history and European swords, axes, polearms have always been an interesting part of it, and now I have a use for one.
His eyes almost instantly lit up and his grin now transformed into a smile, "Of course, what kind?" He said with a trained salesman voice.
"An old human design". I said activating my Omni-tool to show a picture of a kriegsmesser or what it is more commonly called, Messer.
Gholem inspected the picture and asked me if I could send some dimensions for it, which I did,
" What material? Aluminum? Steel? Vanadium? Or something else?" He asked.
I perked up at the mention of Vanadium, and are I really going to buy a sword? Well fuck yeah, why not? Hopefully, the price will not be too high.
"Can you work with Vanadium in that?" I asked, pointing to the forge.
He looked dumbfounded at me, "No, that isn't warm enough"- He said chuckling -" No I have a fabricator in the back".
"Oooh, okay how much for the one I showed in Vanadium?". I asked.
"20000 credits". He answered.
Luckily my synthetic hid the most of my surprise, but my brows betrayed some of it, but I quickly recovered. "17000". I haggled with a small grin.
His eyes narrowed but his smile didn't falter, "19500". He said.
"17500". I shot back.
"Are you trying to ruin me?"- He said with mock hurt -" 19500, and I'll make a custom magnetic sheath for you too". He said still with narrowed eyes.
I brought my hand up to my chin, as I was thinking about it, finally, I brought my hand back down and smiled, "Deal" I said with mock defeat.
"Good doing business with you". He said smiling so large you could see his teeth.
"How long will it take?" I asked curiously, I didn't have anything to do really but waiting isn't really my strong suit.
"2 hours for the blade, 1 hour for the fitting and another 1 hour for the sheath". He said.
My brows shoot up in surprise, but of course, things like this would be a lot faster now with all this fabricator stuff and all this, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had some industrial-grade shit back there.
"Well so you in 4 hours then!" I said smiling and waving.
He didn't answer because he had begun to work immediately before I even started speaking, I walked back out into the street market and started to look around again.
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With some aimless wandering around, and some time passed I saw that the "market" was beginning to become sparse, with stands and shops not being as frequent here when before, I thought fuck it because I had some time to spend after all and I'm a quite curious individual and cesspools like this have always quite "charming" and "beautiful" elements to them, like drug-abuse, constant gang wars, and just your every day raving maniacs.
I walked through some streets that were just littered with junk, grime and slumbering addicts,
Had this been me in my past life I would have just noped the fuck away, but me now being some damn "immortal" crystal thingy I didn't really feel that frightened, and I think the fight with Darak and his goons helped me overcome that threshold of shock.
I was walking on a side street with some run downed buildings to my left and some junkies shuffling away when they caught sight of me, it was now I had started to hear now and when some shrieks different from the usual shrieking and screaming of this godforsaken place.
The other shrieks were more "tamed" as in, I think at least, from people, but these were more feral, almost sounding like an animal on a hunt, and not just one animal but it sounded like they were a group, or a pack.
This went on for about 10 minutes, but with now the occasionally sprinting meters behind me and maniacal laugh or primal growl.
Now at least I knew what was hunting me, Vorcha.
And It seemed like these are their usual hunting grounds when I think about it, few junkies around, most likely eaten and there were fewer signs of makeshiftery here when before.
To be completely honest, I wasn't really that scared and I was still quite curious about sightseeing, around these "abandoned" streets.
A high pitched hiss from a dark corner snapped me out of my musings, and a gangly short creature began to walk or crawl hunched down to me.
"Vorcha". I shouted deeply.
Hisses from both behind me and in front of me was my answer.
I looked back and saw a group of 5 Vorcha sculking behind me.
"Stop or you will get another fucking eye". I growled, drawing my hand cannon.
"Meat". The Vorcha in front of me hissed.
'Well that's fucking creepy' , I pointed my gun to it, I don't really know if Vorcha does have a sex with their wormlike biology.
"What do you want?" I asked with a dangerous edge on my voice.
"Meat". The Vorcha said again.
'Seems like this conversation is pretty one-sided then'. But my irritation of our pretty useless conversation was halted when I heard the rustling of gravel and of course the screeching warcry from behind me.
On instinct, I turned around with a roundhouse kick… right into the stomach of a frenzied looking Vorcha. And like in the last fight I underestimated the power I now possess, which now showed again when my tibia hit the Vorchas stomach and cracked and crunched it's pretty useless locking makeshift armor and stopped half a foot inside the Vorcha.
My wonder had to wait, because the other Vorcha didn't really like my treatment of their pack member. So I extracted my foot from the Vorchas insides and quickly threw out some fire to the lone Vorcha and it concluded with a fountain of blood and gore.
The 4 remaining Vorcha seemed a little hesitant to join the fun, but moments later attacked with newfound frenzy.
I shot the closest one 2 times in the stomach even before they had stepped a foot and its intestines spewed out into the ground and it collapsed into the ground.
"DIE YOU FUCKING VERMIN". I shouted angrily and sucker-punched one that was a little too close for comfort, and its head vanished in a cloud of gore.
I shot one of the 2 remaining ones in the shoulder but had to step back to evade a wild slash from something that looked like a half-assed attempt of a machete, when I tried to shot again my Executioner just blared red and I frustratedly clapped it back into its place.
A quick jab from my side ended the wounded Vorcha, or at least put it down for a bit.
The last one lunged at me but with my newfound non-shockness in a fight to the death I just grabbed its both shoulders and lifted it up into the air.
I looked at it coldly and with a growl, I headbutted it wildly, until its whole head was caved in.
I threw the corpse of the mangled Vorcha aside like yesterday's trash and just stood there, wordlessly taking in the scene of the aftermath.
I haven't ever been that squeamish, first time I ever gutted an animal was at age 6 with parents( They are hunters duh) and the first time I saw a dead human was at the freeway not that long from my old home, and I think that's was when I was 8, a mangled corpse that had been thrown out from his car with blood splattered around the scene.
So no I'm not really that bothered by the scene but by what I felt in the fight, and that's a feeling I haven't really felt since my youth. The euphoria of a fight, few people know about this but I had A LOT of counseling for this in my youth and was one of the prime reasons I stopped "fighting for real" and started instead just training Muay Thai and a bit kickboxing in the beginning.
I had a real problem with my anger in my youth and fighting was a distraction from that, but training almost helped me the same way, but not as much.
A good comparison of how I worked back then is, if you know anyone that likes to fight when they are drunk or if you are that person, that's how I felt a lot of time, really really wanting to fight, just for the sake of fighting.
But I got "lucky" and this anger was replaced with both legal and illegal drugs and it started the road of my pretty crazy late teens years that stopped with my failed suicide and enrollment into the Armed Forces.
A rasping sound snapped out from my pondering and I looked up at a Vorcha that was trying to drag itself away, I snorted and shot it right in the head, effectively stopping its escape.
I took a last glance of the scene and began to walk away, deeper into this Vorcha infested place.
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A group of people shuffled out of my way, can't really blame them, I most really look like some sort of bloodthirsty maniac after my little trip down the Vorcha den.
I think I fought about 30 of those feral fuckers and just started walking back happily to Gholems place.
Well, I have gotten some frustrations out of my systems now at least, and I can't really think anyone will miss some fucking feral Vorcha anyway.
One thing I now have snapped upon, is that this little part of Gozu is the most "civilized", meaning these neighborhoods or blocks are the best to live in down here. The other parts are mostly just shitholes infested by rapists, maniacs, feral Vorcha etc.
Here at least you can have a family, but it's not really something I'd recommend, with now and then vorcha attacks and some slavers sometimes kidnapping and enslaving people.
Fuck this station are fucking grim.
I stopped outside Gholems shop and saw my reflection in a pretty polished bit of metal, and fuck, I can see how we people look at me like I'm some kind of monster, dried vorcha blood over half of my armor, some claw marks from when some of them got a little close, and a pretty big buckle in my left shoulder pad by a Vorcha that had some big fucking sledgehammer.
Anyways there isn't really much I can do here to improve how I look right now so I opened the door and the bell dinged just like it had before.
Gholem came almost instantly to the counter, and just stood there looking at me wide-eyed, or what I think is the Baterian equivalence to wide eyes.
"Vorcha". I said simultaneously taking off my helmet.
Gholem spat on the floor, " Pillars-Damned Ferals". He said with distaste.
This was the second time I ever heard that "pillars' ' stuff, maybe its good to learn about all these different sayings from different species, when I have some spare time that is.
"Yeah they were pretty irritating"- I began -" Hopefully you will have less problem with them now after their den is destroyed".
Gholem just stood there and again just looked at me, but this time I saw some happiness in his eyes, "Have you killed them all?"- He asked inquisitively -" And he's a human". He muttered low and chuckled.
"Yeah but there is almost guaranteed more of those fuckers"- I said pointedly -" And yeah I'm a human". I said chuckling.
If Gholem was surprised I heard his mutter he didn't show it, but instead, he clapped his hands together, " Are you interested in a job?" He asked looking at me grinning.
"What's the job?" I asked curiously.
"Well we have had some problems with those ferals, and you have just shown me that you can take care of them"- He began -" Canvius, Arias local "governor" has put out a bounty on those ferals, so talk to him if you are interested". He said
"Will take a look at it then"- I said, and if I'm being honest, I will probably do just that, some good experience, helping these people in this little community and a chance for some credits is a nice bonus. -"Anyways are you done with my sword?" I asked.
"I knew I forgot something"- He said with slight embarrassment which he covered up quickly -" Yes it's done". He answered and shuffled into the back quickly.
He came back and he had hefted the sheath and the sword inside against his shoulder.
He saw my questioning look.
"It isn't THAT heavy, but it's a lot heavier than it normally would be common for a sword this size"- He said -" But you wanted Vanadium and here it is then, usually only krogan wants weapons made from it". He said chuckling and handing me the Messer.
I accepted it and thanked him, it was 140cm or about 55 inches long and had a blade length of 100cm but weighed almost the four times the amount than one made in steel would weight, at 6kg it was a fucking beast of a sword and will come in quite handy soon, if I get the job that is.
I paid him and asked him for the way to Canvius, after I got an answer I got out of his little shop and started walking directly to the compound.
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The stroll there was quite uneventful, mostly consisting of people shuffling out of my way and trying not to walk in all the grime puddles. But soon I stood there outside Arias Gozu Compound.
It was a big concrete building with some rusty looking watchtowers and a fence that looked like it hadn't been changed since the times of the Rachni.
I walked to the entrance that had a barricade and 6 guards stationed there, 4 humans or Batarians, and 2 turians, they also had the iconic Omega logo on their armor and all of them had helmets on.
"What do you want?" One of the Turians muttered with a flanging voice.
"I want to meet Canvius". I said politely.
"How much is it worth to you?" The same Turian said.
"What do you mean?" I asked looking at him questioningly behind my helmet.
"Seems like all apes are retards"- He said and his buddies chuckled -"Do I need to spell it out for you ape?"
I narrowed my eyes at this, 'Oh we have one of these'."I'm fucking here to see your boss, just let me through so I can ask him about that fucking bounty he listed".
"Do you think you can tell me what to do, human?" The Turian growled and drew his sidearm but not pointing it on anything other than the ground.
The "conversation" was getting louder and louder, and it seemed like the people behind them were hearing it to.
I placed my hand on my Executioner and said, "You don't really wanna go there". I said coldly.
"What are you gonna do ape?"- The Turian mocked -"There are six of us and one of you".
Behind him, the rustling of gravel could be heard and 3 aliens walked up behind the Turian, 2 krogans, and one Gray Turian with black face paint.
"Stand down Lavius". The Gray Turian said with anger in his voice.
In an instant, the group of guards froze and this "Lavius" looked back, "I'm sorry Commander, but this…."
He was cut off almost instantly, "I don't want to hear anything more from you, go away now!" This Commander said angrily, almost growling.
The group of guards retreated back into the base but not before they could shoot some glances my way, 'Seems like I have gotten some new friends'.
The Turian before me did something that sounded as he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for this"- He said and extended his talon filled hand -" I'm Commander Canvias".
I just stood there stupidly and looked at him, but soon accepted his handshake, 'Well someone knows Human traditions' I thought, "I'm Alexander"- I said -" And I'm here for that Feral job".
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#Havent had that much of time lately to write but now this chapter is finished at least, The OC is beginning to get some more experience in fighting(In this universe at least) and we finally get to Omega. Still, I cannot imagine anyone reading this shitfest but alas, it seems some people do. Anyway had my Birthday today and got some time off now on the Evening and just Finalized this like 5 minutes ago.
Soon my contract will run out and I will be unemployed again, and then I will probably pump out some chapters, something productive to do at least then.
And Yeah I moved all of my "intro" shit down here so people that are not interested don't need to read about my personal shits and all that.
Anyways thanks for all the support, it really means a lot to me!
sglenn3232: Getting replies is half the fun of doing this! :D
SaintSmut: Thanks! I also tried Thesaurus and it has been helping me a lot, so thanks again!
Tusken1602: Thanks, I tried to do just that. And also I did as instructed in this Chapter, what you said is very true, that chapter was muddled together and was pretty confused when I looked at it again.
: Okay, still a shitshow to me
Bogdan Gavrila: What you say is true, but there is something missing: Training and Experience. Well training isn't really missing but training for some of the stuff he has isn't there. But the big thing is that he doesn't have almost ANY gunfight experience, or fighting to the death exp. And another thing he also doesn't have yet is just that coldness to just shot somebody, even if it is some slaver scum. To just show a personal example of just how much you really need that "dirty" experience for things like this, I think the first time I fought with "Intent" to harm, meaning a real gritty street fight was when I was 13 and I had ZERO experience in fighting in that way before that, but I had trained Martial Arts before it, When I hit my first punch I almost instantly froze and that led me to get kicked into the stomach, Meaning most people, like me back then need some real experience and not only training to not just freeze and to do something with all that training, I had Training but couldn't use it because I froze up and didn't know what to do really. In my OCs case, he has all these super op shit and just training for a small part of it, Yeah he has great aim but that cannot really carry you if you arent that big of a fan of shotting first, etc.
He will soon doe be kicking some ass, that's for sure.
I will stop babbling about this, its hard to write in English something readable at this time of day, anyway thanks for the reply! :D
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