Blue Suns - Batarian

I won't waste time telling you my name. You wouldn't be able to pronounce it and I'd rather you didn't butcher it by trying. It's not important in the scope of why you're listening... You just want to hear about the end.

I was SIU -Special Intervention Unit- on some outlying colony. It wasn't an easy job. It gave me standing, it gave me a little bit of respect, but what I needed was more. That and money. Colonials didn't make as much as those on Khar'shan, even if the job was just as dangerous. By default, not being born on the home world made me lower rank than a Khar'shan peer. I should have let sleeping dogs lie, but I needed more than the Hegemony could give me.

The Blue Suns were always hiring: trainers, people who actually knew how to handle a weapon. They weren't a young organization, but they were indiscriminate with who they let work for them for the most part. I guess that explains why things turned out how they did.

I was a trainer for a while, teaching the new recruits to tell their pecker from their elbow, not that they were too quick to catch on. Soon, I put in a transfer to be on the front lines where I could start killing humans instead of training them, and it wouldn't feel like I was wasting my time. That's where I shined.

Yeah, I got a little satisfaction out of taking them out, so what? It was better the ones shooting at me than the ones on my side, miserable shits.

I don't know how often I found an expletive written on my locker, or pieces of my gear missing, only to be found in the latrine. I wasn't at Torfan, and neither were any of these fucks, otherwise we'd both be dead. They just hated me on principle, and I hated them back.

Let me get this out of the way right now: humans are filth. They came into Council space and complained about every goddamn thing, especially when they didn't get their way. My people had been exercising their right to have slaves for years, and the Council looked the other way until the humans made a stink. We were doing this before they climbed out of the protoplasmic muck and started scratching around in the dirt with sticks, and on their say so, we become the pariahs. Their shit nearly drove my father bankrupt... Nevermind that they started a war with the turians on sight. I've got no love for you dirty, two-eyed apes. But your money spends just fine.

The last day was like any other. I grabbed my gear, showed my face to whatever lump was calling the shots for this shift, and took my post.

That Vido was a Hell of a stickler for security. Paranoid like a volus up to his breather in debt. He wanted round the clock security on that damned refinery we already held. We were the dominating presence on that hunk of rock. No one was going to contest us for it. Seems like he had a reason to be jumpy, though.

When that little ship dropped down, we didn't know what to expect. They thought they were slick, jamming our radar just long enough to make their descent, but a blip on this equipment was enough to throw up red flags.

I wasn't in the team that went to investigate, I was at the refinery, making sure the slaves were rounded up. If a fight broke out, the first thing they'd do would be to run. It would have made sense to take the bulk of our forces and hunt who had touched down, but I wasn't the guy in charge.

This was no place to make a last stand. We were packed in there tight, with so many narrow corridors with twists and turns. There was no way to see the enemy until they were right on top of us, and we had no idea of what we were facing, but Vido... He knew.

I don't know if he heard some radio chatter, or ran into the fuckers themselves, but as soon as that bastard started running, everything was ablaze. Didn't tell us anything but "Shoot! Shoot!" as he ran through the corridors. It was bedlam. People didn't know if they should stay or go, try to save their honor or their lives. For me, the choice wasn't so hard.

If the enemy was coming right at us, we didn't have many options. If we ran, or tried to put out the fires first, we'd probably be mowed down. We needed to take out this yet unseen enemy before we tried to do anything else.

They weren't trying to be stealthy. We heard them before we saw them: two humans and the ugliest krogan I've ever seen, not that any of them are something you'd want to look at too long. I figured I'd try to fix that face of his with a well-placed rocket, and I hit him dead on.

I don't care how tough you are, you take a rocket to the chest, you go down. Only this fuck didn't stay down. I'm not green, I've seen a lot of things in the field, but I've never seen anything like that. He got up, shook it off, and kept on coming. And the humans never skipped a beat. They didn't even stop to check on him, like they'd expected it.

I shot some more, and they seemed to just dance around them, so I tried to switch to something a little more reliable. I switched to my SMG, thinking the others could keep them occupied for that long... This is what I get for thinking I could rely on my lessers.

I had the gun in my hands, but by then the human, the lead, was on me, She rushed ahead of the others and hit me with a charge. I thought it was the krogan that got me at first. As I reeled back, my shields already down, she put the gun against my ribs and fired. It hurt like Hell, but I didn't have long to feel it.

She looked down at me for a long time, probably couldn't tell I was cursing her behind my helmet. She put a bullet in my brain.

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She didn't look too pleased about it, so I guess there's something to be said for that.