A/N: Here it is boys and girls, here's Chapter 13, lucky number 13! I finished this chapter up yesterday when I was watching the world cup, specifically the Russia/Korea game. The Russian keeper should be embarrassed he let that shot roll up his gloves, he really should be. The Brazil/Mexico game was absolutely phenomenal! Mexico's keeper probably made the best save of the Cup so far, I was hoping Mexico would come out on top but ending the game nil all sent a pretty good message to Brazil. Now if you'll excuse me, the Aussies are playing the Netherlands (Go Australia!) in 15 minutes so I have to go watch that. In fact I think I'm going to call all the matches for today. Aussies'll beat the Netherlands, Spain will beat Chile, and the Croa's will beat Cameroon. Its 11:41 as I type this in Southern Ontario Canada time, you are all my witnesses! Now that my football rant is done, you may read this chapter, enjoy!
Chapter 13
-Worth Every Credit-
I throw my shirt over my gel skin armor before pulling my jacket on. I replace my plate boots with my regular boots and leave my helmet on the table. I decided not to take of the gel armor mainly because I didn't want to go through the hassle of peeling it of my body and because my track record for getting injured has been pretty good. I take the magnetic shotgun strip off of my vest and secure it around my waist under my shirt before I snap my Katana onto the holster, making sure it's hidden under my jacket.
Once I'm fully clothed I flex my hands as I pull my gloves tighter, trying to psych myself up as Aila types away on her Omni-tool. She finishes and then walks into the kitchen, continuing her morning rituals as she pours two cups of coffee.
"Are they ready to go?" I ask as I grab my cup of coffee, nodding a thanks to Aila.
"Yes, Pakiev and Broadway are ready." She nods as she sips her coffee nervously.
"And Saylem?" I ask after I down the coffee hastily, ready to go take care of this.
"He's on his way." She says, looking at the floor as she starts to tap her foot.
"Why is he coming here?" I ask as I hang my hat off my head and double check my shotgun.
"I'm not sure." she shakes her head, still zoning out as she stares at the floor.
I walk up to her and place grip her shoulders, snapping her out of her trance. "Hey. It's going to be fine." I say, trying console her. "I promise."
"How can you know that?" she asks suddenly. "What if everything goes wrong?"
"Well." I stammer, thrown off by the question. "I assume we would go to some sort of prison." I smile, trying to make a joke because I have no idea how to answer a question like that.
"That's not funny." She says, trying to hide her smile and remain serious. "How can you be joking at a time like this?" She says sternly as she manages to collect herself.
"I try not to take things to seriously." I smile as I pat her shoulder. "Keeps me from going insane." I wink before bringing my coffee cup to the dishwasher.
"I don't know how you stay so calm." She says as she sits down at the kitchen table. "I'm actually shaking!" she says as she holds out her hand to illustrate her point.
"I never really get nervous and if I do I hide it." I shrug. "I don't see how it would help being nervous, it just makes you make mistakes."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Now that's different." I say, wagging my finger in the air. "Fear is good, it keeps you alert!"
"You didn't answer my question." She says with a sly smirk.
"Caught that eh?" I smile, before I can take another whack at her question the door to the apartment opens and Saylem walks in. "Hey Saylem, what's going on man?"
Saylem just blinks at my question, staring at me for a moment before speaking. "I'm coming with you to Dr. Saleon's."
"Why?" I ask as I walk to the door. "Not that I mind."
"I wish to see Saleon's experiment."
"Alright, let's go then." I as say as I rub my hands together. I turn back to Aila and walk backwards out the door. "Thanks for the coffee Aila, we'll try not to get incarcerated." I call out as the door closes.
"Why would we try to get incarcerated?" Saylem asks as we ride the elevator down the building.
"It was a joke Saylem." I sigh. There's a long pause before Saylem speaks up again.
"I know." He says quietly. "I was being sarcastic."
I give Saylem a surprised look before smiling at turning back to the elevator door.
"Well look at you, coming out of your shell are we?"
"No."
Saylem and I get to Saleon's clinic in just under fifteen minutes, as we step out of the skycar and start to walk to the clinic I get more and more anxious. This is the last hurdle before I'm ready for the Normandy and if I fuck it up then it's basically the end of the road for me. I'll get stuffed into some jail, break out, put in a special biotic jail, break out of that too, and then I'll probably be put in a cryo prison like Jack. Ironically my only saving grace would be Cerberus helping me, hell I might even be the anti-Jack, just a Cerberus preaching mentally stable biotic.
The doors to the clinic slide open and I walk up to the receptionist as Saylem hangs back, looking around as if he's trying to memorize every detail.
"I'm here to see Dr. Saleon." I say as I lean on his desk with my elbow. The receptionist makes an entry in his terminal before looking up at me.
"He's expecting you, go on in."
I look back at Saylem and motion for him to follow me. I walk down the long hall to Saleon's office, looking into the operating rooms as I do. some of them still have hints of a recent operation, little bits of blood not cleaned up or tools left out.
I open the door to see Saleon sitting at his desk with another man facing him, away from me. Saleon looks at Saylem for a second but doesn't give him another thought, I guess he trusts him just because he's with me. I'm about to ask about the other man sitting at Saleon's desk but my question is quickly answered when he turns to look at me.
Haynes, or his clone, stands up to look at me. The way it looks at me is odd though, it looks very curious but hesitant as well, like an animal or child. I stand there, staring at the man who made my life a living hell, wanting to be angry at it but I can't, there's something about it that I can't put my finger on.
Saylem however, doesn't hesitate to walk up to the clone and start circling it, prodding at it every now and then. Before I can say anything, Saylem starts talking to Saleon about the clone and quickly passes the point of conversation I could contribute to, delving neurosciences and biological infrastructures and other things that sounded like they were made up.
After a grueling twenty minutes of the two salarians talking back and forth with the clone and me watching their conversation like a tennis match, they finally wrap up.
"May I see your notes on the subject and procedure?" Saylem asks as he walks back to me and stands up straight.
"Of course." Saleon's smiles, sending a shiver down my spine. Saleon transfers a document over to Saylem and then looks to me. "Your associate is very knowledgeable in the field of cloning, I see why you brought him with you."
"Yeah." I nod, smirking at Saylem. "I thought it would be wise." I turn back to Saleon. "So, give me the Coles notes on the clone, I'm not as gifted as my friend here."
"The clone is identical to the DNA you gave me, as per your request." Saleon says as he paces around the clone. "The differences are small, almost unnoticeable."
"What are the differences?" I ask as I eye the clone, it looks very docile, like it has a mental disability. It's just… standing there, not moving but following me with its eyes. I don't like it.
"The biggest difference is the fingerprints." He points out.
Just like the clone in the Citadel dlc, but it's nothing to worry about. Nobody checks the fingerprints of a dead guy, they take skin cell samples and blood and shit. "Ok, anything else?"
"The clone will expire within a month, the organs age faster than most due the faster metabolism which was needed to get it to its current age." He says as he sits at his desk. "It's completely docile and will comply with any command, it has the intelligence of a child. It just woke up yesterday so it hasn't learned how to hold a fluent conversation."
"That won't be a problem." I assure him. "Do you have anything that I can use to… sedate it, if necessary?" I ask.
"Of course." He nods as he reaches into his desk. "It should eat them if you ask, if not I'm sure you will have no trouble forcing it. Be careful though, any more than one will cause an overdose."
"I understand." I nod, taking the bottle of pills in my gloved hand. Saleon notices my plated gloves and gives me an uneasy look. "You aren't my only errand today, we will run some test of our own and get back to you with an offer." I say as I stand up and stuff the pills in my jacket before extending my hand to Saleon, thankful it will be the last time I have to.
"It's my pleasure." He smiles. "I look forward to your investment, I have been having some trouble with C-Sec lately and the money could help me dissuade them from their investigation." He tells me as he walks Saylem the clone and I to the door.
"I should hope so." I lie. "Stay safe Saleon."
I lead Saylem and the clone out of the clinic and towards a rapid transit terminal. I quickly type a warning message to Pac, Aila and Broadway, letting them know we are coming back to the warehouse.
"Saylem, can you block an Omni-tool from sending out messages?" I ask as I lightly push the clone into the skycar, ordering him to sit and be still.
"Yes, but only for twenty three seconds."
"Not twenty four?" I ask, poking fun at Saylem.
"No." he says simply, as if the very notion is ridiculous.
"It'll have to do, get that ready for me if you can."
"Ok." he nods.
I can't help but smile as we fly to the warehouse, this is going well so far. Normally it would have gone wrong by now so I think I'm in the clear, free to bring Haynes's world down to the ground. I'll take everything he has, and make it mine, rising from ashes and all that good stuff. And with Aila, Pac, Broadway and Saylem backing me there's nothing I can't accomplish with a little bit of effort.
"Thank you." Saylem suddenly speaks up.
"For what?" I ask.
"Helping us."
"No problem man." I say as I pat his shoulder.
"It was a problem, but you helped anyway." He says, now turning to me. "You didn't know who we were for more than a day and still tried to help us."
"Yeah, I did. You're welcome." I nod, thrown off by Saylem showing a hint of emotion. Saylem nods at me and opens up his Omni-tool and starts sifting through Saleon's data. I watch him do this for another few minutes, still trying to process Saylem saying thank you. I finally manage to speak when Saylem scrolls back to the top of the document and starts reading it again. "Anything in there that's important?" I ask, hoping Saylem simplifies anything for me.
"Yes." He says, still reading. "His work is basic, but is genius in areas where most people struggle with cloning."
"Huh." I sigh, looking at the clone who is staring at me. Jesus, that thing is fucking creepy. It's like the kids in horror movies, just staring with a blank face and big dark eyes. Except this isn't a kid, its Haynes, which only makes it worse. "Turn around." I say. The clone turns around and starts to stare out the window now.
Between the clone and Saylem, this cab ride is especially quiet, I can't wait to get to the warehouse.
When we start walking up to the warehouse my heartbeat quickens, not because I'm nervous or even afraid, but because I'm excited. The door swishes open and I see everyone standing around Aila's desk, talking amongst themselves until they notice us. I see the unnerved looks in their faces when they see the clone walking behind me.
"Is that…" Aila whispers, her fingers touching her lips softly as she stares at the clone.
"Yup." I nod as I continue to walk to the desk. "It's show time!" I whisper with a smile. I continue to walk past them with the clone and Saylem, heading to Haynes's office. I turn my head back to them and look at Pac. "Turn off the power to Haynes office for ten seconds on my go."
Pac nods and starts jogging off into the warehouse. I look back at the clone and move it next to the door to Haynes's office so it can't be seen when the door opens. "Stay here until I say so." I tell it, it doesn't move so I assume it's listening to me. I nod for Saylem to follow me and I open the door to Haynes's office.
Everything seems to slow as I walk in, Haynes looking up from his desk as I make eye contact with him. My eyes narrow as I walk across the room and a smile curls on my lips as he gives me an evil smile.
"Shouldn't you be working off your debt?" he says in an arrogant tone.
"I am." I say quietly as I bring my Omni-tool to my mouth and open a call with Pac. "Do it."
The lights flicker off in the room and the terminal Haynes was using fades out, he clicks at the keyboard to no avail. "What the hell?" he mutters as he looks around at the lights in the room which are now dark. I nod back to Saylem and hear his Omni-tool make a sound.
The second I hear that sound I reach across the desk and rip Haynes over top of it by his collar, forcing him to the ground in a struggle.
"What the hell are you-?" he starts to say before I drop my knee onto his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
"Shut up." I sneer as I wrestle his left arm up, pressing my fingers into his wrist. His Omni-tool lights up and he reaches around my back and starts frantically typing in C-Sec as the lights click on. He hits the C-Sec number on his Omni-tool, I don't stop him though. I only smirk as the call disconnects right as I feel a small bump under Haynes's skin.
I hold his wrist steady as I build up a small warp on my index finger. Haynes starts to curse it me, threatening my job and my life, but I ignore him as I gently touch my finger over the bump I had found on his wrist. The warp on his wrist is no bigger than a grain of rice when it starts deconstructing his flesh, trying to burrow deeper into Haynes.
"AUUUGHHHH!" Haynes screams, the warp digging deeper into him as I get off of him, letting him writhe on the floor. Through his screams he manages to bring his Omni-tool back up and he tries to call C-Sec again, but it disconnects and shortly after his Omni-tool begins to flicker and sputter out.
"Oh." I say, feigning sympathy as I squat down next to him. "Something wrong with your Omni-tool? Sometimes those implants get damaged, and that's just no good."
"What the fuck do you think you doing?" Haynes yells at me as he clutches his bleeding wrist.
"I'm destroying your life!" I say enthusiastically with a hint of crazy and grandeur for effect as a lift him off the ground and slam him face fist into the wall, pinning him against it so he can't move. "You know," I say as I start to feel behind his ear. "sometimes it's the implant in the head that malfunctions, it's hard to tell sometimes." I lecture as I find the bump and place a small warp over it.
Haynes resumes screaming as he grabs at his head, trying to get the warp off of him. I walk to the door and open it, letting Saylem out and telling the clone to come in the room. Haynes looks up at me, pure anger in his eyes but it fades when he sees himself walk into his office. He stares at the clone who seems to ignore him as it walks in the room, staring around at everything in wonder.
"Is… what is…" he stutters as I order the clone to sit at Haynes's desk.
"Don't worry about it, it won't be staying with us much longer." I say as I walk up to Haynes. I pull out the small bottle of pills and drive my knee into Haynes's stomach, causing him to double over. As he coughs and groans I pull his hands forward and wrap them around the bottle, then use them to open the bottle. Once it's open I carefully grab it by the corners so I don't mess up Haynes's prints.
I walk over to the desk that the clone is sitting at and pour all two dozen pills on the desk in front of it. "Eat those as fast as you can." I order as I place the open bottle on the desk, the clone quickly eating the pills as I open the desk drawers and pull out the bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue. I place the bottle in front of the clone as it finishes the pills. "Drink all of this." I say, as I adjust its fingers on the corners of the bottle so it won't leave prints.
As the clone starts to down the three hundred dollar scotch I walk over to Haynes, who's watching this all unfold, slowly piecing my plan together. It finally clicks as the clone starts to spill the liquor as it starts coughing. I look away from the clone as foam spills out of its mouth and starts convulsing violently, the bottle of scotch crashing to the floor sending shards of glass in all directions.
"You think you're clever?" Haynes says in a defiant tone.
"Yeah." I say with a smile. "More clever than you'd think."
"You can't even kill me?" he says, almost like he's disappointed in me. "You get this, thing to take my place? Spineless." He spits.
"Oh, how wrong you are!" I chant as I squat next to him again. "You see, they're going to think that's you. As far as the galaxy is concerned, your dead, you are no more, there is no Frank Haynes." I say in a darker tone. "No one will care that you're gone, the world will forget about you and everything you built." I say as I motion around the room. "The only thing you have," I say, jabbing my pointed finger at him after each word. My hand curls into a thumbs up and then I jab my thumb at myself. "I'm taking from you."
"You can't take anything from me boy." He sneers, before he can continue I cut him off.
"But I can!" I exclaim as I stand up. "You should change your password now and then, it'll keep people from messing with your personal documents." I wink.
Haynes's face flickers to his terminal, a worrisome look strewn on his face. His face freezes in though, as if he remembered something, and then he looks back at me with a satisfied smirk. "Boy," he chuckles. "you have no idea what I have to-"
"Wrong again Haynes!" I interrupt. "All your little CEO's have been taken care of trust me, and now we own everything!" I exclaim, twirling around with my arms outstretched as I motion to the room around us and the warehouse beyond that.
"We?"
"Yeah, we." I say as I grab him by his collar and start to pull him up. "All the people you hurt so you could make money, tell me, was it worth it?"
He looks to me and an evil smirk forms on his lips. "Worth every credit."
"Let's see if we can't change your mind." I smirk as I drive my elbow into his nose. "Is it still worth it?" I say, an almost playful tone on my voice.
"Worth every credit." He repeats as blood starts to trickle out of his nose.
"What you did to Saylem? Robbing him blind to take back the money you pay him for work!" I point out, my voice rising due to his arrogance as I toss him to the ground and jump on him. My arm lock in a piston like fashion before I send a fist into his jaw.
He spits off to the side, the gob tainted with more blood and he looks at me and smiles. "Worth every credit."
"And Aila?" I shout as my fist pulls back to its origin and fires like a piston into his face again, I hear the crack of my plated knuckles on his face. "You took away the one thing she had and make her work in this shithole!"
"Worth every credit." He repeats in pain, still managing to smirk.
"And me?" I yell as my fist rockets into his face again. "I save your fucking life, and this is how you repay me?" I send another punch into his jaw, blood splashing out of his mouth as it jolts to the side. "Is it still worth it?"
He takes longer to answer, but he still answers in a dizzied haze. "Worth every credit." He mumbles.
I reach around my back and my shotgun unfolds as it whips around to face him, I jam the barrel against his forehead until he cringes at the metal digging at his skin.
"What you did to Greg…" I seethe, my finger hovering on the trigger, eagerly twitching towards it. "The lies you spread, what you said he did to his daughter, you ruined his life!" I scream as I press the barrel harder into his forehead, waiting for a response.
He looks down the barrel of the gun, then back to me and quietly says, "Worth. Every. Credit."
My finger presses slowly against the trigger, a series of clicks come from the gun as the shear cuts a piece of the ammo block off and chambers it, readying to fire.
"Do it." Haynes breathes as he closes his eyes and leans back.
I'm tempted to pull the trigger, to blow this assholes brains all over the floor but I control myself. That's just what he wants, for me to kill him in and get brought down again.
I won't give him the satisfaction.
My finger eases of the trigger and I grab him by the back of his collar with my free hand and start to drag him out of the office.
"You can't do it can you?" Haynes taunts. "You're a pussy, I know it, you know it, and your friends know it."
This makes me stop, I calmly bend back down to meet Haynes glare. "Do you remember what I told you when we first met?" I ask quietly. "Life is too short, to give a fuck. Do what you want to, when you want to, and if people don't like it…" I lean closer to Haynes and smile as I finish my sentence. "then they can fuck off." Before he can answer I regain my grip and continue dragging him to the door.
The door slides open and I drag him into the warehouse past Broadway and Aila. The two of them let out a gasp as they see me walk to warehouse, shotgun in one hand and Haynes in the other. When I get into the warehouse Pac and Saylem are waiting for me, a large open crate next to them.
I fold my shotgun onto my back and use two hands to lift the bloodied Haynes into the crate.
"What are you doing?" he mumbles as I look at him from outside the crate.
"I'm doing to you what you did to us." I say as I use my biotics to carry the crate, walking next to it as I talk. "I'm taking you away from your life, all of the things you love. I'm going to ship you off to the place where you are going to die, a place where they chew up someone like you and spit you out. I wonder if you'll last long in your fancy suit, no credits, no Omni-tool, no identity." I lean closer and whisper in his ear. "Not long."
"Where?" he demands as the outgoing lift lowers and I place his crate onto it.
I attach the lid of the crate to its hinges, and just before I slam it closed I tell him. "Omega." I only hear the start of his yelling as the crate locks closed and lifts the bastard away to his death.
I walk into the foyer and find my friends standing around waiting for me. I let out a sigh as we stand in silence. Before anyone can talk I reach into a small maintenance closet and grab a rag and bleach. I use the rag to wipe the blood off my glove and notice the blood has soaked into the fabric, I'll have to wash it later at Aila's. I squirt some bleach on the rag and walk into Haynes's office to clean the blood off the ground. As I walk out I disintegrate the evidence with a warp, walking up to the group who are still watching me silently.
"It's done." I say as I lean on the desk, letting out a sigh as I think about what had just happened. Everyone looks at each other, uneasy at first, but then they start to smile. "He's gone." I chuckle in disbelief, I look at my bloody glove and then back to Aila. "I'm going to go wash this, if that's ok."
"Go ahead." She smiles. "I think we all deserve a day off."
-One day later.-
We all sit around Aila's living room, smiling wide as we enjoy a drink. I cleaned my glove off and then went back to the warehouse so we could call C-Sec and report the "suicide" to the officers. The will was automated so the second the doctors called the time of death, Haynes shipping and Haynes money was transferred to Aila. We signed off on the CEO papers and it was all confirmed a few minutes ago, we are now the owners of Haynes shipping.
"So." I say, raising my glass to my lips. "What's next?"
"Well." Aila says as she swirls her wine in her cup. "I'm going to divide the company into departments, a Paramilitary that Pakiev will run, an R&D department that Saylem will run, Greg will help me with acquiring new companies which will aid the other departments with funding and hardware." She explains.
"Sounds like you have a nice little self-sufficient company going on there Aila." I say, tipping my glass at her.
"I was thinking you could be a company contractor, helping out where ever you're needed." She says as she looks at me.
"You'd probably be working with me." Pac says after a mouthful of turian brandy. "I doubt you know anything about running a company or research and development."
I'm about to say that would be great, but then I remember I have plans, galaxy saving plans. Should I tell them about what I know? They are my friends after all, I do trust them but what if they don't believe me, what if they think I'm crazy? I might be able to do the same thing I did with Cerberus, just tell them something that's going to happen and when it does they'll believe me. That's really the only thing I can do.
"Listen." I say as I lean forward. "I have to tell you guys something, part of something really. If I told you the whole thing you'd think I'm crazy."
"What is it?" Broadway asks as he perks up with the rest of them.
I sigh as I think of how to word this. "I uhh, I can't help out with the company right now."
"Why not?"
"Something's going to happen, something horrible and I know exactly how it's going to happen and when it will happen. I'll keep you guys safe, away from danger, starting with you leaving the Citadel soon, within a year."
"What is it?" Pac asks, a serious tone on his voice. Everyone is staring at me now, all of them look confused and concerned. I'm about to say something but decide against it, god why is it so hard to find the right words? It was easy with Harper, why isn't it easy with my friends?
"I can only tell you a bit, if I start off to strong you won't believe me, hell you probably won't even believe the first thing I say." I sigh as I run my fingers through my hair. "A human colony, Eden Prime, will come under attack soon."
"By who?" Pac asks.
"The geth, and Saren Arteruis."
"No." Pac shakes his head. "Arteruis wouldn't do that."
"I know, he isn't himself." I sigh. "You have to just wait and see, ok?"
"If Arteruis actually does this." Pac says skeptically. "Then I will believe anything you say."
The rest of the group seems to agree to wait to see if it's true which makes me happy. Because it will happen, it can't not happen. We talk a bit more about the events and I tell them about Shepard, all to a point of course.
We eventually work past all of this and start talking more business, Aila explaining how she decided to move the company's interests into the terminus while keeping strong ties on the Citadel. Saylem actually talks about some of the research he wants to do, most of it was what he did in STG but he seems smitten with cloning now. Pac has plans to make a quick group of mercs into a fighting force, then using them to train new recruits.
"We also have a new problem." Aila mentions. "The Blue Suns have acquired a warehouse on the Citadel, we can't let them get a foothold if we want to keep the Citadel for ourselves."
"What are they doing with it?" Broadway asks. "Starting their own shipping front?"
"I don't know." She shrugs. "That's what I want you to find out." She now is nodding at me.
"By myself?" I ask. "I don't think I can infiltrate a Blue Suns warehouse without help." I say, weary of her faith in me.
"I might be able to get you a merc, but on such short notice it will be hard." Pac speaks up.
"It's infiltration right?" I ask Aila, an idea forming in my head. "Just go in and find out what they have?"
"And destroy it if need be." She nods.
"I know someone who owes me a favor." I smile, thinking of my puke covered quarian friend.
"Can you trust him?" Pac asks.
"Yeah, you might even want to bring him on full time." I add. "He can join the… have we thought of a new company name?" I ask, realizing Aila never told us yet.
Aila suddenly perks up. "Yes!" she exclaims, opening her Omni-tool. "I was going to rename it after someone in asari mythology but I figured we couldn't have done this without you so I went with human mythology."
"So what do you got?" I ask.
"Your Greeks." She says, making sure to pronounce Greeks properly. "Have a lot of interesting mythology and a lot of interesting names. I found a story about a young man who was trapped, so his father made him wings so he could escape. When he did escape he flew to close to the sun and the wings melted causing him to fall into the ocean and drown."
"Not the best ending Aila." I joke.
"It serves as a reminder." She corrects in an annoyed tone. "You helped us from our metaphorical prison, and there are always limits, boundaries if you will."
"So I'm your dad?" I smile.
Aila sighs and Pac speaks up. "Don't focus on the drowning part, we can just turn that into a code."
"Like what?" Broadway asks.
"Flying to close to the sun can be used to mean the highest level of distress." He explains. "Most militaries and governments have some sort of code for it, flew to close to the sun could be ours!" he says, proud of his new code.
"Like the DEFCON levels the States have?"
"Sure." Pac shrugs, probably having no idea what Broadway's talking about.
"Can we get back to the name?" I ask.
"Yes." Aila says, now getting excited. "Here I'll send you all the name and the logo." She sends a message on her Omni-tool and I look at the message and read the name aloud.
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Icarus
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Michael1ange1o: Thanks, I thought so! I thought it would make sense for that to be a popular quarian kink, I mean a kink is just something that you like because it's different or dangerous right?
Kaiya Smith: Naw, while I do like clichés, the poor lit smoky room isn't my style. My style is more… direct. I think this is the end of Mavs debt problems for now. I'm had to look up Faye Valentine to know what you're talking about, to be honest the only anime I watch is RWBY and that's because I was and am a huge fan of RvB, but it seems fitting. Yeah there are a lot of ME/Halo crossovers but I've never heard of the Kasumi Spartans, that might be pretty funny. Thanks for the review, sleep tight!
XRaiderV1: A very bad day indeed!
DelVarO: Thanks man! Yeah for sure it is, don't worry though, body guarding is all yours! No worries man, I understand. Thanks, you should be seeing more of Lorin in the future.
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ultimate idiot: The first one is on me, the rest you've gotta get yourself!
Spiritstrike: Even some of the simplest task have difficult steps, like when guarding drunks you might get jumped once or twice! Glad you like Lorin's… uhh… hobby, I thought it was pretty funny. Fun Fact, that whole little scene was based off a conversation I had with my friend at the pub a few days ago! I almost always prefer bulkier armor, nothing ridiculous but it gotta look like it can take a beating. I wasn't a fan of the Kai Leng armor, I think it was the coat part that puts me off. You should probably take the Omni-blade and put it on the Claymore, shoot the biggest threat and mop up the rest while reloading! Add a nova here and there and you're unstoppable!
CrimsonKnight117: Yeah I think it's in the Horsehead Nebula? I'm not sure, but I know it's called the Kronos Station. Thanks, I'm defiantly keeping Lorin around, probably quite a bit in-between ME1 and ME2. Yeah I guess it would be pretty universal, I think Wrex might be immune to it though!
OBSERVER01: Thanks man!