A/N- Just remember what I said. It's gonna happen.
MASS MISCALCULATION
Episode 29- Omega takeover
At the Saint HQ, Boss was making himself a sandwich in the kitchen at the penthouse and walked over to the couch, flopping down and turning the TV on. He watched it for about ten minutes, finishing his sandwich, when Aaron walked in, plopping on the couch next to him.
"Whatcha doin'?" Aaron asked.
Boss shrugged, wiping some crumbs off his shoulder. "Nothin' much. Watchin' TV. Actually you know what…" Boss pointed to a news article updating events happening on Omega, including recent muggings, murders, gang wars, building explosions, and deals ranging from drugs to guns… so nothing new. "I've been thinking," Boss continued, "we got some territory in most places, hell, we even got some agents over at the Citadel. But here where Omega is, it's just- it's a giant black spot on the purple grid"
"The 'purple grid'?" Aaron questioned. He was worried Boss was going on another one of his 'new area, I gotta go do some miscellaneous stuff until the entire map is purple' bouts again. Happened every time they went to a new planet.
"Yeah, Kinzie made it, it's a giant map-grid thing of the entire galaxy showing where the Saints have influence, and this place! It's just, sitting there. Mocking me"
Aaron chuckled, getting off the couch and turning the TV off. "You watch too much TV, can't you just send a few Saints there, get some kind of influence?"
Boss rolled his eyes. "I wish. Every single time I do they turn up dead, fuckin' Aria man! She keeps killing them, goes to the trouble of crucifying the corpses on rebar bars shaped like fleurs, even painted them and everything. It's a insult! And now no-one else want to go 'cause apparently 'no-one fucks with Aria'" Boss rose from the couch, scowling as he paced, and said angrily, "well fuck the fucking no-fuck rule, you don't string up my people on rebar pity-poles. I'm going there, man, and I'm… I'M… yeah I don't know what I'm gonna do when I get there" Boss slumped his shoulders, sighing.
Truth be told, he had no plan. If they took the place over it would be a big help to the Saints, not to mention it would open new routs to new clusters and planets that could be used for mining and/or colonization, and due to the number of pirates, criminals and the like, the Council had little to no influence there, and most of the criminal underworld strength was marshaled at Omega, so take that place over… boom, instant territory. But Omega, it was a tough nut to crack. Aria herself was a overpowered biotic, sure Aaron could take her, but as much as Boss hated to admit, she wasn't some popable gang lord, not with space magic on her side. Biotics made everything more difficult, the barrier, she could shrug off lasers like nothing, the powers, she could fling them around like nothing. Boss with his super suit could do it, and worse comes to worse he has his super soda, but the rest of the Saints, not even power armor might not be enough, so they couldn't just send as many men as they wanted to take Omega over. Aria alone had taken it over, so she alone could wipe out her men, and she herself had a army of gangsters.
They'd have to do this personally if Boss wanted to take her over.
"So, no plan?" Aaron summed up.
"Pretty much" Boss nodded. "So I'll do the next best thing. I'm gathering everyone, we're taking a trip to Omega"
"Everyone?" Aaron's eyes widened. "Why the hell are you taking everyone?"
Boss chuckled, walking away towards the elevator. "Well Aaron, I'll tell you one thing. Cyrus was a dumbass but he had one good idea. Shock and awe" the elevator doors slammed as he let loose a maniacal grin.
In the middle of space, Omega floated, the biggest cesspit of crime, also known as 'that one place the Council won't touch'. Apparently Aria thought that meant Saints too.
This angered Boss to know end. He'd show her what for, protecting her territory like anyone else would. The nerve.
So as the Fleur de Lis docked and all the lieutenants of the Saints organization of organized/unorganized crime walked through the cramped airlock, they were approached by a batarian who looked like he wanted to do better things but couldn't right now.
"You. The one with the hair" he pointed to Boss, "Aria wants to see you. Now"
"Tell her to fuck off" Boss snapped, walking ahead of the group and past him.
"Obviously you don't know the rule here"
Boss scoffed, turning to look at him. "I know the damn PR motto, I just don't wanna"
"You know she has the docking clamps under her control, right?" the batarian pointed to their ship. "You can't leave without her consent"
"… Well maybe I will see her. Of my own choice" Boss lowered his head in defeat and walked back to his Saints.
"Well get a move on, she doesn't wait you know" the batarian sauntered off while Boss grumbled to himself, the Saints leaving the airlock to the open areas, a line leading to Aria's club.
"Hey, Boss? Can I, uh, ask something?" Aaron asked, tapping Boss's shoulder.
"Yeah, what?" he looked over his shoulder at the Saints.
"Can I ask what the plan is?" as far as Aaron knew, Boss had absolutely no plan at all, he had just stuffed them all on the ship and made them come here.
"It's a… work in progress, but I got most of it ironed out. For now, you dudes just do whatever you want"
"Whatever?" Ouro asked.
"Whatever, I don't care, go out, have fun… just be ready to act on work go"
Everyone nodded and jogged off, Boss dreading his luck as he walked into the club, once again seeing a human arguing with a elcor to be let him in.
Boss could have sworn he'd seen the same thing last time he went here.
Entering the club and shaking his head at the loud techno music blaring around him, he weaved his way around the crowds and walked up the stairs, setting his weapons on a tray and letting a turian body guard scan him before nodding and letting Boss through.
Walking up the stairs, Boss saw the grand asari herself, sitting and smirking so smugly on a red sofa. Boss sat next to her, greeting, "wassup, Queen Bitch?"
"Boss" Aria greeted, with a voice that just dripped sarcasm, the voice of someone who hated you but talked otherwise.
"So, heard you been stringin' up my boyz and talkin' mess about me. What's the deal there?"
Aria chuckled and brought a data pad out, scrolling to a video of a screaming Saint strung up on rebar. "Oh, that. Well, obviously they didn't know the one, and only, rule here, so I had to teach them a lesson, look this one's still alive"
Boss shook his head and smacked the pad out of Aria's hand, causing her to smirk even wider.
"The hell do you want?" he asked, getting off the couch.
She laughed, slouching back. "You know, just to send the message. Directed at you. To stop messing with me"
Boss laughed sarcastically. "Fine, sure, but why'd you have to bring me here just to tell me"
"To make sure you don't. Galaxy'd be shocked to see your corpse stung up like your little minions" Boss huffed and turned around to leave, picking his guns up as he went to the club. "Enjoy the party!" Aria called to him, letting off a devilish laugh as Boss flipped her off as he walked away.
In the under-bowels of Omega, Gat, Tag, Grunt, Frelak, Grejan, Angel, and Ouro walked towards the sounds of a cheering crowd and thuds, the tell-tale sounds of a fight club.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ouro asked, fidgeting slightly while rubbing his arm.
"'Course, runt like you as good as fighting as you needs character" Frelak said, Grunt nodding in agreement.
"I-I'm not a runt!" Ouro protested, folding his arms rather childishly.
Grejan playfully punched his shoulder. "Nah, your alright. Anyway, Gat, wanna go a round here?" he asked, enjoying the anticipation of fighting with Gat again.
"I thought we were all gonna team up, go against another group?"
"This is that kind of club?" Tag asked.
Gat nodded. "Yep, did some research. Place is pretty tight"
They went up to a human man with a sign-up sheet, asking, "you all signing up?" they all nodded. "Well here's the sign-up.
Gat took the sheet and passed it around for everyone to sign their names, Ouro looking at the group they would be fighting. "The 'Mortal Kombatants'? What kind of name is that?"
Just as he said this, screams of multiple people were heard in the ring, the crowd groaning as they saw the gruesome moves, the fighters screaming in pain.
"My balls! WHY!?"
"My eyes! He shot arrows in my fucking eyes!"
"My spine!"
"Not the face, not the face! Don't tear my face off!"
"My hip, collarbone, and jaw!"
The Saints looked at themselves, contemplating what they just heard, and shrugged as they entered the ring.
At a bar, Randall and Zaeed sat next to each other. Both finely aged soldiers, hardened by battle. No words needed to be spoken by the two, they respected each other enough for surviving this long. Two unmovable soldiers.
Being served beer by a batarian.
When he gave them the drink, they both gulped their respective glasses down, smashing them back on the counter.
"Yep" Randall said.
"Uh-huh" Massani agreed.
Then they both sputtered and fell on the ground. A human across the ways saw this and saw the bouncer smirking. Of course the man knew this batarian, he was a racist against humans and often poisoned anyone he saw. The man should know, his friend was poisoned to death by the same batarian.
In a alleyway, Aaron stared intently at a hanar, the hanar floating silently near him. The two stared for nearly five minutes before Aaron blurted out, "I said I was sorry"
"You swallowed this one" the hanar objected.
"Dude, that was like two years ago, let it go!"
In a bar in a nightclub, Viola sighed as she swished around a martini. Truth was ever since her sister had been killed right in front of her it had been lonely without her. Sure the Saints had proven lovable idiots she worked with, and she had been able to call them friends, but she still felt lonely since her sister had left.
"This seat taken?" Viloa looked up from her glass and saw Kilo'Dase, the quarian with the krogan partner Boss had hired.
"Um… nah, go ahead" Viola offered, Kilo nodding and sitting down next to her.
"So…" Kilo started, "what's a girl like you doing all alone here"
"Nothing, just, you know. Drowning my sorrows"
"Ah, I see" Kilo swatted Viola's martini away, surprising her momentarily, but not enough to make her mad. "There's better ways to do that you know," the quarian explained, "plus that was a weak drink. C'mon, I know somewhere we can go"
Much to Viola's protest Kilo dragged her off, the camera panning to the dance floor in the same club, Kasumi dancing next to a nervous Matt.
"So, you do this often?" Kasumi asked, dancing fluidly around Matt who just danced in one place, rather nervously due to the amount of sneaking the thief was doing.
"Well, not much. I mean I usually had one of those open-server parties in the virtual world back when I ran the Deckers, and ran some rave clubs in the power plant, other than that-"
"I get it, super-nerd who got out of the cave once in awhile"
Matt sputtered, looking at Kasumi with a shocked look. "I am not a nerd! I'll have you know that I happen to have a wide range of hobby's that most would consider manly!"
"NyteBlade?" Kasumi teased, waving a comic book with the same name in front of his face.
"I'll have you know it is a booming franchise and even Boss has grown to like the story once I got him in deaf with it! And give that back!" Matt flailed wildly for the magazine, Kasumi giggling and sidestepping him as he tried in vain to reach for it.
"Well…" Kasumi argued as she lead Matt away from the dance floor, "maybe we can discuss that somewhere else?"
Matt stumbled a bit, faltering in his footsteps. He knew she was just messing with him. She always messes with people this was just her messing with him right?
She ran away with the comic book, Matt yelling in protest and running after her.
"All I'm saying is, the food" Pierce had complained, gesturing to the food stalls around the Omega market. Most of them were serving nothing but alien cuisine, interestingly by humans in some. He, Josh, Oleg, and Zimos had been trying to get something to eat for a hour that vaguely resembled human food, and so far they haven't found any food.
"Man, the food here be staler than the food over at a brothel" Zimos muttered, looking in a turian stall at a plate of something… crustaceous, then jumped back when it twitched.
"What's the matter with you?" the turian at the counter asked Zimos, crossing his arms, Zimos shaking his head.
"Brother, I'm just used to the food being dead before I eat it is all" Zimos explained, gesturing to the food he was advertising.
"Oh yeah, I heard you humans have things like this and you have a way of killing them and eating them at the same time. How do you do that anyway?"
"You throw them in a pot of boiling water"
The turian's eyes widened and he shuddered, stepping back away from Zimos. "You… you actually do that? That's horrible, that's like drowning and burning something alive at the same time!" shaking off his disgust, he reached behind the counter and put something squirming on the counter.
"How about this," he gestured to the squirming mass on the counter, which Zimos realized was a squid, "I'm advertising some human foods. I think this is called Chinese food, what was it? Calamimi?"
"No, it's… I'm good, after that one trip I took with those three girls, the Z had had enough of things with tentacles" Zimos said, shuddering. Some may wonder what happened between Zimos and those three Japanese girls that made him afraid of tentacles, but as he learned some things are better left unsaid.
Zimos sure would miss those Japanese girls. They had nice personalities.
"I'll take that," Pierce said, snatching the squid up. "We need more squid ink for the Saints Flow"
Josh, who had been drinking a can of Flow, spit it out immediately and proceeded to vomit into the plate of a krogan, Josh realizing his mistake and looking up at the krogan, chuckling nervously while the krogan growled.
Walking into the Fleur De Lis, Aaron noticed a disgruntled Boss with a armful of explosives, stumbling towards the exit and spilling a few.
"Whoa man, what are you doing?" Aaron asked.
"Aaron, we came here for one thing and one thing only, take over Omega. Aria has practically dissed me, so I'm gonna go and set these everywhere, blow them up, and in the confusion we're all gonna take the place over. I'ma piss on the diss"
"Wait, so this isn't leave?" Aaron asked. When Boss gave him a confused look, Aaron reiterated, "everyone's doing whatever around the place"
Pointing to Morinth talking to Jack, Boss yelled, "hey! What are you doing!?"
"… Talking" Jack said. "Ain't we on leave?"
"Fuck my life" Boss swore, hanging his head, "Aaron, do me a favor"
"Sure"
"Call everyone, tell them the only reason we came here was to take the place over. I'ma go plant these bombs"
"Boss, I don't think this is a good-"
"'Kay bye" Boss waved, running off with bombs in hand. Aaron tried to stop him, reaching out, but dropped the hand once Boss ran from view.
"He's gonna kill us all one day" he muttered, looking down and praying his stupidity wouldn't be the end of them. He noticed something shiny on the ground and picked it up, grumbling.
"Idiot forgot the detonator to the bombs. Wait a minute…" Aaron looked closer and saw that a countdown for the bombs was already ticking. "Oh my god, he did it again!"
Dropping the detonator, Aaron ran out of the ship to catch up with Boss, but not before stopping and facing the hanar he was talking to earlier, flanked by five more.
"Um…" Aaron tried to say, the hanar's responding by using their tentacles to lift guns up. Likewise, Aaron raised his own pistol. "Let's all be cool here, okay?" he asked, the guns leveled at each other.
He really didn't have time to deal with this before Boss blew himself up.
Muttering to himself, Boss grumbled as he carried out the arduous task of hauling the explosives. It's not that he WANTED to blow Aria up, it's that he NEEDED to blow her up… and yes, maybe a little want.
So it was while doing this he heard a beeping, and looked at the explosives, seeing a countdown was at ten seconds.
"Damn!" Boss yelled, throwing the explosives over a railing. Unfortunately, said railing happened to have been right over the Afterlife club entrance, and once they hit the ground, they had blown up, destroying anyone standing at the entrance… and the actual entrance.
Hearing the commotion, Aria had stepped out of the club, absolutely furious at the sight that she saw. She became even more furious when she looked up to see Boss looking over the edge, who immediately ran off.
"That's it" Aria said, flinging her hands up, "that is fucking it! I try to be nice to them, and what do they do? Blow up my fucking door! You" she looked at once of her bodyguards, "round everyone up. Tell them to blast any purple-wearing gangster they see, and as for the big Boss himself…" biotics played around her hands, a cruel smirk gracing her lips, "he's mine"
"We need a demo man" Boss said as Aaron caught up to him. Boss noticed Aaron had some slime on him, but before he asked Aaron shook his head, Boss nodding.
"Second time, Boss. You arm the bomb after you set it" Aaron explained.
Showing his frustration, Boss put a hand to his head. "Man, I know, but… it was the heat of the moment"
"Heat of the moment!? What heat!? We were calmly talking when you went and did this, if anything that was a cold moment!"
"Yeah, but I was mad. So, so mad… also Aria's put out a manhunt for every single of us, so time to take the place over"
"Great" Aaron grumbled. Just as he said this, they heard a blast as mercs burst through the door of varying species, each pointing weapons at them.
Readying his sword, Aaron yelled, "Great!"
While Randall stood outside the bar while Massani beat the batarian who had tried to poison him, he looked at the glasses they drank from, shrugging. A man had dragged them to a bathroom and explained what had happened, so the two naturally made their way back to the bartender, hence was the groans of pain resonating behind the bar. Suddenly, mercenaries had burst into the room, pointing guns as Randall. Zaeed poked his head above the counted, staring at the mercs, the batarian's hand reaching up for help, but Zaeed punched him again without taking eyes off the mercs, the hand falling. And with a burst of biotic missiles courtesy of Randall, the two got into the fight.
"That fight sucked" Ouro groaned, holding his back as their group exited the ring.
"I don't know what your talking about, that fight was awesome" Gat said, raking his knives together, trying to scrape some dried blood off the blades. The fight had been good against the Kombatants, the krogans sure enjoyed it, seeing as they were still laughing about it. However the laughs ended when mercs had surrounded them, guns aimed.
"Well fine then, don't give us any time to recover at all, not like I suffered a arrow to the knee or anything" Ouro grumbled, and indeed there was a wooden arrow sticking out of his knee, fired from one of the Kombatants.
"Welcome to the life of a Saint" Gat said, twirling his knives.
Ouro just chuckled at that. "Yeah, I used to be a mercenary like you…"
Riding on Oleg's shoulder, Pierce gained perception to life. To see the view of a giant amongst men, the power and strength of the Russian, the difficulty he must have going through doors… Pierce was starting to consider putting supplements back into the Saints Flow formula.
But all these meticulous thoughts were interrupted when Matt ran to them, screaming, Kasumi running next to him, both hiding behind Oleg.
"Boy, if your trying to grab some ass, your doing it wrong" Zimos said, shaking his head slowly. Even in his days of hipsterdom he wasn't this bad. And he could actually talk back then.
"I'm not playing a game of tag with her, we're being chased by men with guns!" Matt screamed, pointing down the hall. Sure enough mercs rounded the corner, running towards them.
"I don't accept that as an excuse" Zimos chided, pulling a laser shotgun out, the rest in the group taking their guns out, save for Oleg, who readied his fists.
Kicking the last of the mercs down, Aaron shot him three times in the head, while Boss was busy radioing the rest of the Saints.
"Ah-huh. Yeah got it" Boss got off the radio, sighing. "I messed up" he admitted.
"Damn right ya did, ya goof" Aaron said, crossing his arms. "Aria's a tough bitch, we can't just take the place over at once"
"Why not?"
"'Cause… 'cause we can't. She's a super biotic, she'd cream you"
Boss scoffed, waving a hand. "Aaron, don't be silly. That's what we do all the time, Saints on the station are being attacked, but they got it covered, just got off the horn with Viola and Kilo"
"What are they doing together?"
"Dunno, but it sounded important. Anyway, I have a plan for dealing with Aria" Aria had annoyed Boss to no end, with that holier-than-thou attitude she always carried around with her, priding herself for defeating krogan with her biotics alone, ruling Omega and it's eezo sources, but none of that had compared to the mockery of the Saints. She prided herself to be the queen of pirates. It was time for her to face the king of gangsters.
"You got a plan?" Aaron asked, looking down at the afterlife club.
"Yep. Gonna shoot her in the face" Boss vaulted over the edge of the rail, falling to the afterlife club, Aaron yelling after him, "that's not a plan asshole!"
But a heavy gunshot and his arm being blown off interrupted Aaron, Aaron turning around to see a sniper with a widow rifle.
The arm instantly growing back, Aaron chuckled. "Okay, whatever. Smack these guys' shit now, smack his shit later"
"Where are they!?" Aria screeched, pacing around her 'throne', I.E. her couch observing the club, which was now vacant save for mercs patrolling.
"I wanted all their heads on pikes yesterday!" Aria continued ranting, "where the hell are they!"
Her personal turian bodyguard flinched under her gaze, holding a data pad up. "The Saints appear to be holding everything we send at them at bay. I don't know how, but so far nothing we've thrown at them have-"
He was interrupted by a massive explosion, made by Boss in his power suit crashing through the ceiling, landing on the dance-floor and pointing at Aria.
"Aria!" he yelled, guards running to him, "your shit is mine!"
The dance floor came alive with techno music as two guards ran up to him at each side, Boss responding by jumping up in the air and doing a split move, hitting both their heads, at the same time his two laser pistols fell from the hole in the roof, getting back on the ground and break-dancing, firing lasers off everywhere. Another guard ran up to Boss, Boss kicking up and firing a ball of plasma right in his face, kicking the body away and vaulted across the club, torching everyone with fireblasts.
Landing at Aria's steps, a turian and batarian bodyguard tried to shoot Boss, but he swiped both their guns with the telekinesis power, crushing them both in his hands. Doing this, Boss roundhouse kicked the turian, and held two fingers up to the batarian, poking two of his eyes. The guard yelped in shock and Boss poked the other two eyes, and alternated between poking the two sets up eyes, ending with punching the guard.
Sweeping his hands off, Boss sauntered up the steps, slowly and methodically clapping, the claps echoing throughout the empty club. "So Aria," Boss started, "any smooth moves you wanna try to lay on me before I get up there to kill your ass?"
That question was met with, in Boss's opinion, one of the strongest biotic pushes he had ever felt, and he had Jack on the team. The biotic push propelled him to the back of the club, Aria floating down, teeth gritted in anger.
"You think," she seethed, pushing Boss's struggling body further into the wall, "you can come to my hunk of rock," his body started to make an indent on the wall, "and break the one rule of not fucking with me?"
"Seemed pretty funny at the time…" Boss muttered, not coping well with the strain. The suit was taking the brunt of the force, but he was feeling some of it too, and to be honest it hurt being slowly pushed through a wall.
"Well I got news for you, punk" Aria raised a fist glowing blue, "your little freak isn't here to help you now"
Saying these last words, Aria punched Boss in the chest with as much power as she could, sending him clean through the wall and sending him flying down the slums, Boss stopping himself by grabbing a roof of a building, then stepping back when he saw what was happening around him.
All around Omega, the Saints were fighting with anyone shooting at them, everyone donned in their respective power armors. Boss looked to the ship and saw a trio of mercs running to it, Robert leaning on the airlock sipping a cup of coffee. When they got close, a auto-turret popped up, mowing them down instantly.
Checking his watch, Robert sighed. "It is too early for Boss to be doing this" he mumbled, walking back into the ship for more coffee.
Everywhere else, from spaceports to shops, the Saints were fighting anyone standing in their way, a gunship flying by with Oleg hanging off it. Another flew in close to try and shoot him off, but was interrupted when Tag, now brute-sized, biotically charged into it, smashing it into a building.
Aaron was doing the best out of all them, however, slashing gunship upon gunship in pieces with his sword while blowing away anyone on foot with his O.M.G., gliding from ship to ship and making short work of them quickly.
Boss would have said he was proud of his Saints for the destruction and carnage they were wrecking right now, but he had other things to worry about as Aria floated to the building he was at, more biotic energy swirling around her.
Boss made a 'T' with his hands, calling, "timeout!" as he took his helmet off, glaring at Aria.
"I just want to say something really quick" he started.
Aria scoffed. "Really? What do you hope this is going to do? If you think stalling is going to work, it isn't. I'm gonna kill the rest of the Saints here as soon as I'm done with you"
Boss chuckled at the arrogance just dripping off that mouth of hers, and that little smirk of hers. "First of all, there ain't no way you could kill a single one of us, especially me. Second, you insulted my best friend by calling him a freak," he started ruffling around in his pocket, "for that I'm going to kill you"
"Pfft, really?" Aria folded her arms, snickering quietly to herself. "And just what are you going to kill me with? That little toy suit of yours doesn't seem to be holding up well"
"I don't need no super suit to top your space magic" Boss smirked, finding what he was looking for, "all I need to kill you is this!" he said triumphantly, holding up a small, black cylinder.
Aria started dumbly at it at first, then chuckled, which turned to full-out guffawing as she realized what he was holding up. "A soda can!?" she laughed, holding her sides she was laughing so hard, "your going to kill me with a soda can!? Oh that's rich!"
"Yeah, laugh it up" Boss growled. He knew he'd get the last laugh, with this on his side. Popping the top, Boss guzzled down the entire can, throwing it aside as his body was lifted by purple energy, laughing as the can granted him power.
Popping his helmet back on, Boss laughed heartily while Aria stared, dumbstruck.
"That's right, I got the power biatch!"
Before Aria could even react, Boss had sprinted to her, so fast she couldn't even see him, and kneed her in the gut, causing her to cry out in pain and send her flying, landing on her back and getting shakily up.
"How…" she demanded, hints of intrigue and fear in her eyes.
Boss held up the soda can, twirling it a bit. "Genetically altered, power-inducing Saints Flow. Courtesy of zin technology"
"Genetic modification… the Council outlawed that!" she shouted, outraged that someone would go as far as to do that to their own body.
"Pfft, name a law of theirs we haven't broke. 'Sides, it wears off eventually. But I got just enough time to own your ass"
Boss sprinted again, Aria buffing her barriers hoping it would take the brunt of the force, but was wrong when he elbowed her and the barrier collapsed immediately, Boss carrying the two off the building into the air. By some miracle a gunship, both landing on the top.
Boss heard a loud 'thump' behind him, turning to see Ouro one-shoting gunships with his purple widow, along with shooting missiles down.
Aria tried to take advantage of Boss's distraction, but it didn't work as Boss dodged every hit she threw rather lazily, using one hand to block every biotic fist she threw.
The thing was, the super suit gave him enhanced reflexes along with the powers. Same thing went with the power in a can, so when drinking said can and wearing the suit, the powers were stacked. In layman's terms, Boss was watching Aria try to punch him in slow motion, and was chuckling at her fruitless efforts, then decided enough was enough and kicked her off the gunship, gliding after her.
Aria managed to use her waning biotics to survive a fall into the streets, but it still hurt seeing as she was starting to grow weaker due to using her biotics so much. It didn't help that Boss was gliding after her in the air, sending barrages of fireblasts in rapid succession, Aria yelping as she dodged each and every single one. She tried a last-ditch effort of throwing a warp up to Boss, and when he saw it coming he threw a freeze blast at it.
Now, what had happened then shouldn't have been scientifically possible, and many physicists would argue that something like this is impossible, but Boss had a knack for doing the impossible, and often did it as much as possible. In this instance, the freeze blast had actually frozen the warp in midair into a ball of ice, and Boss kicked it, staying immobile in the air as his foot connected to the ball, purple energy gathering around it. Aria was about to throw her hands up and argue that something like this should be impossible before the ball finally flew from his foot, ricocheting off buildings faster than Aria could keep track of until it bounced off the ground she was standing on, hitting her chin and sending her upwards to Boss's level, who punched her square in the jaw, sending her to the roof of another building, which he glided over to.
Walking on the roof, Boss saw Aria on her knees, coughing up blood, trying to wipe away the dark liquid as it kept flowing. Boss crossed his arms.
"So, queen of pirates. How's it feel to have been beaten by the king of gangsters?"
Much to Boss's amusement Aria growled, her legs wobbling as she stood up. "You think you can beat me? I've beaten krogan twice the man you are!"
"Oh yeah, you crushed that one krogan's primary organs and made him your bitch for awhile. Yeah, well, ain't gonna happen here lady"
"You really think you can kill me?"
"The fact I just smacked your ass from one side of the station to the other helps that point, plus the Saints are mopping up what's left of the resistance here, so yup, ya beat"
Aria, the great queen, felt defeated. Over her entire life, and she was an asari so it was a long life, she had never known as much defeat as this. Humiliated as the bane of her existence stood over her, likely wearing a cocky sneer under his helmet, her forced being wiped out right before her eyes. But she wouldn't go down like this. No, she refused. If she was going down, she'd go down with some dignity, damnit.
So, making her decision, and with no biotic power left, feeling drained, Aria rushed Boss, throwing flimsy punches which he easily just side-stepped, Boss punching her in the head each time he moved. Dazed, she spun, not knowing which direction to face, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Hey Aria!" Boss shouted right in her ear, causing her to spin wildly, but once she saw Boss, for the first time in her life she finally feared for her life as she stared down the barrel of a laser pistol.
"Your fucked" Boss said, sealing her fate as he pulled the trigger, the laser going clean through her head, eyes still wide with shock as he mouth stayed open in a perpetual silent scream.
Without so much as a sound, her body fell off the building, falling down to the levels below, falling out of sight as she fell to the bowels of the station. Holstering his pistol, Boss turned, seeing Aaron land on the roof.
"Yo, we took care of everyone. Aria?"
"Currently has a cauterized cavity in her head and likely splattered a couple miles that way" Boss informed, pointing downward.
"Hm. Okay then" Aaron said, nodding as both friends sat at the edge of the building, looking down to where aria fell.
"You know I always thought I'd be the one to kill her, I always made so many threats at her" Aaron explained, resting his elbow on his knee and putting his head in his hand.
"Really?" Boss asked, setting his helmet aside, the purple glow wearing off as the soda power went away.
"Yeah. Oh well, what are you going to do?" he shrugged. "So, what now?"
"Now…" Boss sweeped his hand over the entire view of the station, which admittedly was nice, "we're taking over. I'm gonna make this place so people in oppression due to Council laws, refugee's from pirates or batarians, anyone who's a criminal with a family turning their life around but can't since people are after them, I'm gonna make this place a safe haven for them. No more gangs or merc groups, just Saints here to protect everyone from spectre's and Council laws. And criminals and bounty hunter too, I guess, just no major faction groups settling in and hustling people. And fix the goddamn nightclubs, I swear to god the only thing they play in those places is techno, I'm gonna get some rap songs in there, maybe some metal. Something other then 'beep beep boop bop beep bop' every single time I walk in there"
"Heh heh" Aaron chuckled, shaking his head. "Anything else?"
"The red lights. We're making them purple. Cannot stand seeing a giant red jellyfish every time I go here"
"Ah yes, because a giant purple jellyfish in space, much more foreboding"
"Eh shut up, I already heard this from Oleg, I don't need it from you too"
One week later
And so it was, that Omega was annexed by the Saints. Every major merc faction such as the Suns (what was left of them) and Eclipse were ejected off the station, while other outlaws, criminals, bounty hunters and the such were allowed to stay, albeit with Saints usually seen walking the streets of where they frequented to keep the peace. As for people who had nowhere to go due to money, Council laws having taken from them, pirates having drove them here, ect. Boss had made it a true haven for them, making the zin construct better housing for them and working to upgrade the station so the lighting was that to rival the Citadel's, making everything from dark and gloomy to bright and cheerful, the new houses shiny and the refugees happy by allowing families to prosper. Some were even grateful enough to join the Saints, some of the criminals included, adding to the Saints' strength. The outer defenses were enhanced, as well as the lights on the outside being changed from red to purple, signifying the Saints takeover. Finally the nightclubs were refurbished to have more genre's of music, each usually having one or two specific genre's, ranging from clubs with pop and rap to places with jazz and country and metal and rock. Surprisingly aliens found the foreign music quite popular, and across the galaxy news was heard that more clubs around the milky way had adopted the variety of music the Saints had brought them.
And so it was that Boss sat in Aria's old throne in the Afterlife club, the club being converted to an all-exclusive club for Saints, her old sofa being converted to a golden throne encrusted with purple jewels facing the club, purple strobe lights flashing everywhere as girls in Saints skimpy outfits with devil tails and halo's danced on polls, Boss swishing his giant gold-and-jewel goblet full of Saints flow, wearing his captain's hat.
"Jeez man, you really went over the top" Aaron said, walking up to Boss's throne.
"Meh, what can you expect, I splurged a little. Sue me"
"Nah I'm proud of ya, you turned what used to be a super shithole into a purple, shining beacon for everyone in the galaxy"
"Eh, thought I'd give back to the community, plus it pisses the Council off more. And the money we get from the eezo mines doesn't hurt either, least we're putting people to honest work with generous pay. Finally got rid of that black spot on the purple grid, it's all good now"
"Yeah can't argue there" watching the skimps, Aaron commented, "stripper poles?"
"Hey. If I don't have stripper poles in everything I own I won't be happy"
"Ooookay" Aaron stepped away, going down the stairs. "Well I'm gonna… go. Do stuff. You gonna come back to the crib?"
"Yeah, in a couple days, still got stuff to do here"
"A'ight, seeya" Aaron waved, walking off.
Sighing in relief, Boss sipped his goblet, nodding at the club. "Yep. Long live the king"
A/N- Woot, summer! Now I can write a lot more! Pull some of them all-nighters why don't I. Don't got much to say other than I hope you all are still enjoying the story, I know I said I'd update faster, I'm trying, but sooner or later I will need a break from this story and writ for the other one so I can get my motivation back, but otherwise I hope you still like readying this story. So remember, review if you want, PM me, whatever you want, never be shy. Put those thoughts out there.
Alright, well I gotta go. Cya.
