This chapter is redone! have a go at this, hopefully you readers can digest it far more easier than before it was edited...

Plus RAW Footage of Commander Janette .Delilah Shepard in the next chapter! :D

2185 CE, 2005 hours

Terminus Systems

Omega, Afterlife

As the techno beat from Afterlife pounded the very shaking foundations of the establishment itself, the War Pigs were in grim silence as the Asari before them announced who she was, a self-proclaimed ruler of Omega. Were they awed by the fact that she had the gall to call herself Omega?

Why not? she owns every single business going on, directly and indirectly, big or small, both legal and illegal. She used the silence to study this Franklin Toretto or Falks as he prefer to call himself.

A lone Salarian approached Aria. He bowed to her all the way similar to how the Japanese would to one another before whispering something in her ear. The Asari furrowed her eyebrows at such news given to her. She then dismissed him with a simple hand gesture and a nod understanding the situation. Now that was out of the way, Aria began mentally dissecting these 'War Pigs' standing before her.

And their leader.

While the others had their eerie gold opaque Visors snapped shut, only Falks had his face exposed, a hard jaw, some burns and skin grafts showing, artificial plastering down on the edge of his nose and a cybernetic implant showing on the base of his cranium signifying this man was more likely experimented upon. A bio engineered soldier.

'Is that what they are?' pondered the crime lord.

He appears to be somewhere between 30-40 years of human age, where they are at their prime unlike herself, a few hundred years more to go until she reaches stage 3 of the Asari life cycle.

His eyes are steely, always ready for combat, and icy blue iris, most women would find him very attractive were he ten years younger. His armor was cracked, chipped and dented in some places suggesting battle scars. This man standing before her built for war.

The silence was becoming more awkward by the moment. Aria cleared her throat, catching the attention of the War Pigs, and Falks. He seemed rather blank, as though unsure of what's going on. She couldn't blame him. Ending up millions of lightyears away from wherever you hail from is enough to fuck up anyone's day.

"Have a seat,"

She gestured next to herself. The armored human standing before her promptly shook his head, "Sorry ma'am I don't think your sofa is capable of...accommodating my weight," Most people would feel honored or even outright piss themeselves when given the offer to sit with her. But Falks? He tells a joke. Funny yet true. She cracked a rare grin showing amusement.

"Well in that case you'll just stand, fine by you?"

A nod, good, then she will continue to business. "Right, as you already know, I'm one of those people in your books you really don't wanna fuck around with," Her voice became stern. Falks shurgged nonchalantly. "How did you get in Omega without me knowing? And about your suits, from what my associates have informed me, they can withstand mass accelerated rounds, I wanna know what materials you use, everything related to you and your suits."

Falks replied coolly,

"Well ma'am, I don't think you'd be interested in-."

"Oh I'm very interested in highly advanced people who appeared in my home uninvited and stirred alot of shit."

The War Pig IC tried to keep his story short and sweet and left out stuff he figured to be either sensitive or classified. The Pigs were annoyed, that Aria didn't let them move about and were put under strict observation by her guards, all of which were Batarian and they all had a select distaste for humans...power suited or not.

Eric Krestel the corporate man was busy dissing his douchebag of a guard. Simply put, the man hates Batarians and the feeling's mutual towards the human.

"Can we go now?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"No..."

"When can we leave?"

"Not until where Aria says you can leave."

"Aria says we can leave,"

"Very funny, human"

"...Fuck you four eyes"

"What did you say to me?"

"Four eyes, four fucking eyes!"

"Shut up! The only reason you're still alive is because Aria says so!"

"...Hey do you have four testacles too?"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

The guards were cycled every 5 minutes before the current one could do something stupid. Meanwhile, with Franklin and Aria...

"...And then when we became conscious, we find ourselves in a city filled with humans and xenos, we tried to get our asses together, you know, assess the situation, fubar though it may be, then we heard gunshots, screaming civvies running, me and the boys investigated and found this guy," nodding over to Eric, who smiled nervously and was still hugging the briefcase, his pistol butt protruding from his suit. The Batarian guard beside him growling in frustration

"From there, we fought our way through the Blue Suns, met your boys and the rest as you know is history."

Aria and her guards exchanged glances, this guy has either got the guts or crazy enough to lie to her, of which the consequences were always unpleasant or maybe, just maybe he actually was telling the truth, either way the War Pigs received incredulous looks. One of her guards, snorted.

"Hur-hur-hur, that has to be the best made up story I've heard in my entire life, wait till-"

THWACK!

Aria's right hand man, Gharka growled from behind him as he folded his pistol back to compact size.

"Aria didn't ask for your opinion, now get the fuck back in line," Of course the Pigs didn't understand a single word due to the words being spoken in native Batarian tongue so they just stood by and watched the Batarian guard got his head smacked, for they still lacked translator technology only an Omni-Tool could provide or a simple brain implant surgery. Aria looked to her guard with amusement plastered on her eerily humanoid face before becoming stern to the War Pig IC.

"I apologize on behalf of my associates, they need more disciplining, Gharka I trust will teach the man his place. Please continue."

"We took out the Blue Sun mercs, saved his ass, got an unofficial contract with him for doing what his security mercs didn't accomplish. I'll just be frank here, we're not looking for trouble here, we just wanna get back to the Koprulu Sector but it looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while. We're gonna need creds to survive, though we have plans on getting the cash flowing but we ain't got no place to lay low, no food, no water, our ammo's getting low, we need to repair our suits, and...we need a way home."

More silence as Aria and her guards pondered on. She rubbed her chin with her slender fingers.

"I see, this complicates things, but, as you've said, you want out of this place, and back to...wherever you came from, no doubt the Council will have news of this but they're no threat to me. I'll let the fact you created a bit of chaos in that district of Omega and you got here without my permission me knowing, slide, considering you're special case but that does not leave out your technology..."

Falks tried to intervene to refuse that last bit in sharing technology with unknowns, much less hippy alien-crime lords.

"I know what you''re going to say, the tech not ready for this place, blah,blah,blah, so I'm proposing an offer."

The War Pigs tried shuffling as close to her as possible to listen, only to be stopped by Aria's guards, assault rifles at the ready and their angry-alien-game faces on.

"I may not be able to get back to...wherever you came from, but I can provide you credits and a place for you to stay, basic necessities, no rent charged. This much I can provide and in return, you help me do a little house cleaning, keeping the peace here, enforcing my will upon the denizens on Omega, ensure homages and debts pid on time. As a bonus, you'll still be free to be employed by anyone you wish should you want to continue operating as mercenaries. Although you may be in for tough competition. Eclipse, Blue Suns and Blood Pack are the top merc gangs and are running a trade monopoly here, they won't appreciate FNGs fucking up their little empire."

Falks raised an armored finger to scratch his chin, the other mercenaries under him shifted, no doubt discussing this to each other via communicators in their power suits. To join or not to join? As tempting as the deal may sounds, it was similiar to making a deal with a devil or sh-devil in this case. There were too much to consider and too much at stake. Franklin made his decision.

"Don't worry, those Blue Sun pussies can't hit the broad side of a barn anyways, even their firepower can't even punch through our armor. About your offer, it's mighty tempting, but for the sake of asking, what happens if we refuse?"

Aria smiled...sinisterly, it lasted a few seconds before she sank back onto the sofa with a dark and wicked look. "It's gonna go two ways," She held up her index finger. "One, You'll be free to go, but on your own here with the cutthroats on Omega."

She held up her middle finger, "Two, I'll just have you and your compatriots dead, take the technology for myself and reverse engineer it for my own private purposes. Your choice, War Pig."

The Pigs didn't like it not one bit, they drew their C-14 rifles, ready to turn this bitch and her compatriots into bloody pastes. The guards did the same, and Aria's hands glowed an unnatural ultramarine energy pulsating up and down.

Realising this Aria could be some kind of Psionic, the platoon strength Pigs begrudgingly stood down. Apparently psychics existed in this place as well, and the War Pigs knew psychics are bad. Very bad.

"Alright then, we'll take your generous offer, yeah we'll do it. Until we can find a way back home." Falks was still uneasy interacting with aliens that had the personality of a human, hell, the thought of a bar run by aliens is just mind blowing.

Aria stood up and extended a hand, formal human greeting which suprised Falks a little.

"Aria T. Loak, the Big Boss, a pleasure to have you working for me,"

Grinning ear to ear, Falks also stood up and returned the gesture.

"Master Sergeant Franklin Toretto, or Falks, War Pigs, at your service ma'am,"

Another half an hour was spent hammering out more details, payment, new living area, of which the Pigs got a whole building to themselves, considering there's 30 of them.

Later on, medigel was administered to the wounded. The Pigs were not that impressed with the seemingly interesting piece of medical technology considering Terran Medics pumped nanites into the wounded via radiation treatment which would seal and heal even the most gruesome of injuries in seconds.

Soon the War Pigs found themselves unpacking their stuff in their new and temporary home.

Once the power suited men were escorted out, Aria opened an omni tool channel to her...benefactors. Powerful supporters you might say.

'Advisers' affirmed Asari to herself mentally at the thought of them. 'They live to serve me. Nothing more. Nothing less.'

The voice of Isaac Hecox was the first to be heard. His corporation does trade in arms with Aria, and provide basic to advanced training towards her men, turning them from ragtag rabble of armed warbands into a cohesive fighting force armed and ready to actually start an invasion with a nearby star system.

"Is this wise? We know nothing of them and yet you hired them on such whim. Have you ever considered how they could actually seek to eradicate you internally? That has happened several times, Aria, same bloody mistakes are made and everytime we have to pull your arse out of the fire. The Stock market is going into another full blown fucking depression and I can't have my number one income flatline just like that."

Aria had to restrain every fibre of her being from lashing out. This bastard has no right to judge her actions, all he does is sign paperwork and host meetings with pompous corporate fucks instead of governing an empire, if you'd call it that and running a fucking multi-trillion business at the same time.

"Hecox I am perfectly capable of running my own station without you or anyone telling me how, I've been doing it for over hundreds of years and it has become a way of life than a job actually. The next time you go out of line, I will have you flayed alive in front of your family. I'm sure little Susan would be destroyed at the sight of her 'daddy', a powerful man and which she highly respects being humiliated right in front of her."

There was a pause at the line before Isaac replied. Nervously. Aria intends to make it so happen if she wishes. She has done it before in 2172.

"...Yes ma'am, forgive me."

"You are forgiven, know your place, Mr Hecox. You live to serve my whims. Now, anything else you wish to discuss?"

A Turian made himself known over the channel. Aria scowled when she heard her voice. Vindiks Straenus, owner of a multi billionare corporation which dabbles in medicine and biological hazards, Aria's business partner in terms of lab rats. Aria trades live specimen for Vindik's corporation to run their little experiments on and in turn, he supplies her with drugs of several varieties. Aria detests Vindiks for his kiss-ass-behaviours.

"Ms , my-"

"Cut the pleasantries Vindiks, just give it to me."

"Y-yes, of course, Aria, the package you asked for is on it's way. I assume you have the facility to house-it?"

"You insult me, Vindiks. Just how potent is this new stuff?"

The Turian replied rather boastfully.

"Well, we have tested it on Krogans you supplied us and even they are hooked to its effects, plus as a bonus, this drug we've synthesized is fully useable by any species, even Quarians can't keep their grubby claws off of it." At the end of Vindik's channel, he was grinning.

The building was located deep within the heart of Omega, and was silent as a graveyard...a controversy considering Omega's similarity to Los Angeles in the 1950s, loud and vibrant. This was because Afterlife's blaring could be heard for miles and yet not even a jad of techno beat could be heard. Peace and quiet...definitely not what the Pigs preferred but it'll do.

They needed the rest after 16 hours of continued fighting against endless hordes of biological monstrosities hell bent on infesting and assimilating every life form in the galaxy.

The eager War Pigs took their time, running through the building's functions, taking great care in fixing and checking the plumbings and power circuits.

PFC Woods and his other squadmate, PFC Kaufmann were up on power duty, because way before being employed as the new generation of War Pigs grunts, both were once electricians...believe it or not.

"Fuck me, the power's dead for over twenty years judging by the looks of the damn circuitry and the holo panels ain't helping either, damn xeno tech."

Kaufmann took a look before suggesting they go around the other unused buildings to scavenge for parts, worry about holo panel later.

"Huh, might just work but its gonna take the whole day, fuck this, cmon Erick lets go."

The two power suited men broke the news to the others, whom all groaned their displease at the situation. Erick and Woods went through the first hab, abandoned by its occupants. They systematically went through the holographic power breaker.

"Carter, I think this button powers up the breaker."

"You sure?"

"Ja, mein freun, I am sure of it. Look."

He tapped the holo button and true enough the lights flash on. A second later, Kaufmann turns it back off.

"Nice work bro, okay, help me cut the parts out." says Carter as he unsheaths a penknife, his giant gauntlets dwarfing the tiny cutting tool. Ever slowly yet steady, the two men got the appropriate bits and pieces by the end of the afternoon. Power was restored and clean drinkable water was flowing once more since the last twenty-six years it was used.

Two Pigs tumbled on the floor, brawling over the right to use the only remaining shower that was unoccupied. The others were good audiences by calling bets and giving shouts of encouragement.

"Your ass is mine, Salleh!"

"I'm gonna rip your balls off and feed it to a 'Ling!"

They continued pummeling each other, unaware the shower was now occupied by none other than the GHOST.

Combat suits were lined up, one by one as the mercs took their time bathing. Falks and a fireteam of Alpha Squad, Alpha 1-3 escorted Eric Krestel safely to his superiors, in a corporate building where men and women of different races sat in desks and typed away, the scene set was similar to an office building on Tarsonis Franklin visited many years ago as a youth.

The receptionist who knew Eric had the shock of her life when Eric entered the building, drenched in blood of various species, Turian mostly and he was not alone. There were armed men with him and they were very menacing in appearance. Actually, this had turned many heads onto Eric and company's direction.

A few words were exchanged, a call was made and the Board of Directors was ready to have an audience with them.

They went up the top floor where a secretary was expecting them, she escorted them to the meeting room where Eric handed the case to the secretary before sitting down on one of the chairs.

Falks shook hands with the board of Directors and soon exchanges were on their way, this time the War Pigs were not in power armor but in standard civillian clothing therefore the Directors did not expecting anything out of the ordinary; they had lied to them saying they were freelancers who just arrived on Omega and employed by Aria, the last bit was true.

Soon enough, the meeting came to an end and the Pigs had negotiated their way into getting 15 million credit chits neatly sealed in an envelope, considering they protected a vital Corporate Assets and provided they never speak of what was in the documents.

2185 CE, 2215 hours

Terminus Systems

Omega, Afterlife

"Huh, I thought I was gonna lose my job or something," chuckled Eric as he opened the door of the building as the mercs and himself shuffled out, "Nah you got ya' knickers in a bunch, anyways, I've been thinking of getting them Omni-Tools, you say it's standard in this galaxy, right? so...maybe we should get one, too, and them Kinetic barriers, and-"

The corporate employee quickly cut in, "Yeah, yeah but first things first, I gotta get new clothes first," causing the Pigs to laugh, startling a few passers-by.

2185 CE, 2219 hours

Unknown System

Unknown Planet

Meanwhile, deep within a secret Cerberus facility, the Illusive Man stared intently at the feed from a security camera captured on Omega.

More groups of those unknown humans in that bulky power armor. He sifted through several photos and snapshots of those power suited men, it seems they were somehow transported here from an unknown time, Eden Prime, the Citadel, and now, Omega, if humanity or Cerberus had access to their technology, they would have an edge over the Reapers in terms of infantry. "Opportunity..." he mumbled.

This is certainly a blessing for humanity and such blessings should not be allowed to slip away.