<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>Terminus Space</b><br/>
<b>Omega Station</b><br/>
<b>2189</b></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px">There was no such thing as a quiet day on Omega.<br/>
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Sure, you'd have days where you'd only get hassled a few times, hell, maybe you'd even manage to avoid a mugging. But the only sure-fire way that you'd have any peace at all was to keep yourself locked up in your home, and even then it wasn't guaranteed. <br/>
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Yaato'Saen couldn't remember a time when this wasn't the case.<br/>
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Of course everything had gone to hell when the Reapers had invaded. The monstrous AI had sought the destruction of all prosperous life in the Milky Way. They were foiled however, by a human by the name of Commander Shepard, who gave her life to save everyone else. Or at least, that's what everyone had thought.<br/>
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In the end, her decision to try and turn the Reapers into useful tools had backfired, causing her to become vicious. Council Space was all but destroyed under her newfound wrath, and any hopeful survivors were forced to flee to the edges of the Terminus system. <br/>
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Though truth be told, that didn't bother Yaato. The quarian had spent most of his life on Omega, after he had been exiled from the Migrant Fleet. The Reapers hadn't ventured out to Omega in their conquest, and as such, he had never even seen one in person. The only issue he'd had to deal with was the Cerberus coup, but that had been short-lived, and had been dealt with. <br/>
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As such, even in all the commotion, even as new refugees came in every day, he found himself hardly affected by it. To some that might've been seen as cold. But this was Omega, and no one had any extra sympathy to pass around.<br/>
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At the moment he found himself working on fixing up an old space-car, just outside the marketplace. He'd been hired by some Volus to fix it up, though even he had to admit that his skills were being pushed to the limit. It looked like it'd been rammed into something, and the engine was totally fried. <br/>
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Yaato worked - at least officially - as a mechanic. Working for people like the Volus who wanted good, honest work done, in a dishonest world. Though his measly tinkering didn't pay his bills, not by a long-shot. With so many refugees coming in, and not enough resources to go around, hyperinflation reigned champion. It was this that had caused the quarian to take on another job: assassinations.<br/>
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His time spent with the quarian militia had been time well-spent. At least insofar as he was concerned. It'd given him the abilities needed to make a decent amount of credits.<br/>
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And of course, most importantly, to survive.</span></span>