Ashana kept her hand planted firmly on the Turian's chest plate as the Doctor tried to play her part, to fall into the role that these men would expect of her. Ashana suppressed a wince as Tso'Ari near moaned at the Krogan. It didn't have the subtlety, the finesse that Ashana had always found worked. But, at least she was acting like a whore. Ashana was thankful at least that the woman had managed to dig into herself and find the courage to cast aside modesty.<br/><br/>The Turian had been watching Tso'Ari as she spoke, a look of mild skepticism on his features that was quickly fading. All the while he kept his hand on Ashana's ass, squeezing her as he watched her companion. Ashana, watched too, but moved a hand up onto his shoulders, pressing her pelvis against his armor. He had taken the bait thoroughly.<br/><br/>The Krogan grinned at Tso'Ari as she played to him. When she pressed her ass against him, the barrel of the grenade launcher slid on the metal flooring, the weapon limply dangling in one of his hands while the other rode up Tso'Ari's thigh. The Krogan's nostrils flared as the Doctor moaned. When she stepped away from him, there was a moment of resistance in the hand on her thigh before she was free. The Krogan shot his Turian companion a look and grin.<br/><br/>Ashana felt the warm rush of success. The two guards were under their spell. Now all Ashana had to do was press the point of price, brush it off and let them take the women inside where - Ashana's thought was interrupted as she felt Tso'Ari's hands on her. Ashana followed through as Tso'Ari guided her back, out of the Turian's reach.<i>Damnit, what are you doing?</i>She thought as she smirked at the Turian, leaning back into Tso'Ari. Taking the Turian's hands off her was bad, removing her from his possession wasn't what Ashana wanted, she needed the Turian to think he owned her, to want to take her, she needed -<br/><br/>Ashana had only a moment to realize was was happening as she felt Tso'Ari's hand sliding down her bare skin before again the doctor surprised her. It was a shock to suddenly have the woman's hand drive under her clothing and grab her breast, groping her. Ashana made a fast mental shift, changing the game to fit Tso'Ari's action. She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and turned her head. She stepped back into Tso'Ari and her hand drew back to the woman's hip, her fingers sliding across the side of her ass. Tso'Ari's other hand began sliding down Ashana's belly and the Asari quickly readied herself for what was potentially to come. Ashana's other hand slid onto Tso'Ari's as it slid down, not resisting its movement. Ashana let the Doctor's hand slide from under hers, letting her hand rest lightly on Tso'Ari's wrist as the Doctor's hand slid between Ashana's legs.<i>God, she's going all the way with this,</i>Ashana thought as she spread her legs slightly, taking a quarter step back and to the side with her right leg, standing with her pelvis at an angle so that the Krogan would be able to at least slightly see.<br/><br/>Ashana's midsection and thighs tensed slightly, and she exhaled in a muted sigh as the Doctor's finger pushed into her. As it slid in, Ashana's hand tightened on Tso'Ari's hip, her fingers dragging across the Doctor's ass. Ashana didn't think her outfit would yield too much, but to her surprise, the Doctor managed to get quite a bit of her finger inside the woman before it stopped her. It felt good, Ashana thought, it always felt good. She felt her nipples hardening in excitement. Whatever was lost when the Doctor pried her from the Turian was regained several times when that finger entered her. The Turian's mandibles had fallen slack, and the Krogan stared slack jawed.<i>Good girl,</i>Ashana thought.<br/><br/>Ashana played further, letting her hand on Tso'Ari's wrist slide down on top of Tso'Ari's invading hand, and pressing her sex against her palm. Tso'Ari had posed that the two Asari would fuck one another for the Turian and Krogan's viewing pleasure. Ashana mused to herself that if they weren't pressed for time, should would probably have done so, making this Asari finish the game she started. At least then the Krogan and Turian would have died with two Asari pussies being played with to mark their passing. It was really too bad that they didn't have the time.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Are we going to get this done boys or am I going to take this Asari back to my place and fuck her in private?</span>Ashana asked, straining her words so that she sounded short of breath while the Doctor kissed her neck.<br/><br/>The Turian snapped himself from the daze and lifted his omni-tool up.<span style="color: Red">Get someone else to watch the door. We're on break.</span><br/><br/>A voice returned over the omni-tool, saying,<span style="color: Olive">Why the fuck are you taking a break? You two just got out there!</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Red">I don't care, get someone else. We're done for an hour. Cut an hour from our pay if you're feeling like an asshole.</span>The Turian said, shutting off his omni-tool.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Come on.</span>The Turian said, turning and entering the warehouse. The Krogan waited for Ashana and Tso'Ari to follow him in before taking up the rear, watching the Asari's asses as they walked. Ashana noted to herself that these doormen weren't even going to wait for the new guard to arrive before they took the women inside. It would leave the door unguarded for a few moment before the new guard arrived.<br/><br/>Ashana broke from Tso'Ari the moment they were lead inside. Already her eyes were darting, counting guards, examining the terrain. She banished all thoughts of sensuality while she took in the new environment that would soon be a dangerous place for her.<br/><br/>Immediately inside, their view was non-existent. There were stacks of crates and moving equipment behind the personnel door that obscured the warehouse beyond. Ashana's eyes darted up, and noted a grid of hanging walkways, suspended from the ceiling that she guessed would run the length of the warehouse. The Turian led the Asari right, going around a large container, behind which was a stairway leading up, along the warehouse's wall. Ashana thanked her luck that they were taking them somewhere high, hopefully high enough to get a good look at the entire warehouse.<br/><br/>The Turian led the Asari higher and higher up the stairway until they rose above the stacks of crates and shipping containers. Ashana's eyes widened as her view of the warehouse presented itself. It was a large warehouse, and as expected, had a large number of crates grouped across it. The warehouse was open ended, its far end cut off in a sheer drop with only a loading platform extended out across the abyss of Omega beyond. At the end of the platform, docked perpendicular to the warehouse, was a ship, a Turian warbird, Ashana recognized, midnight black. Down the warehouse's center ran a loading arm lane that led from the large loading doors at the warehouse's front to the ship at its rear. The ship was most certainly Cravix's, and therefore her target. She knew that if Cravix was to get this far, that ship would either need to have the two Asari on it, or be unable to leave. Ashana had heard numerous engineers and dock workers talk about 'land locking' a ship. It meant the ship would not be able to leave without having the status removed. It was how ships were impounded. It was times like these that Ashana wished she knew how to hack.<br/><br/>But, the became a small thought as she continued to survey the warehouse and saw something a great deal more concerning. It was extremely well guarded. There were dozens of guards, dozens more than Ashana had expected - dozens more than there should have been. And, tucked away between crates, and standing idly along walkways on the warehouse floor, were numerous security mechs. The guards weren't ill armed either. They were all carrying assault rifles, or grenade launchers, or rocket launchers. She looked along the walkway hanging from the ceiling and saw a handful of guards carrying sniper rifles. And they were all well armored. Ashana felt a cold chill run down her spine. This was wrong, she knew, this was very<i>very </i>wrong. There was something else going on here that they didn't know about.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Why so many?</span>She asked, looking out across the warehouse. She kept her voice calm, and curious, forcing herself to calm down and not reveal the undo fear she now felt.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">What? The guards?</span>The Krogan asked from behind them. Ashana nodded.<span style="color: Sienna">There's some -</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Shut up.</span>The Turian cut in.<span style="color: Red">Its Ren Kalga's warehouse. Its well guarded. And don't ask questions about Ren Kalga's warehouse.</span>The Turian snapped, quieting the Krogan. It would have been too easy if the Krogan had told them anyway, Ashana thought.<br/><br/>The Turian was leading the Asari up into an enclosed space above the warehouse, extending from the wall. It looked like an overseers office, to Ashana, high above where whoever was managing the warehouse could overlook its entirety. The Turian opened the door and lead the Asari inside while the Krogan followed and closed the door behind them. The overseers office wasn't overly large. It had a short hallway leading to a pair of rooms off the main entry, which had a wide, angled window on a wall, looking down on the warehouse. It had a number of control interfaces below it, all of which were inactive. There were a scarce few tables and chairs in the main room, though Ashana imagined there would be more furniture in the back rooms.<br/><br/>It was time to play, again. Ashana looked at the two and smirked, unclasping her belt.  She smirked at the Turian and Krogan, making a show of it, letting the garment slide off her shapely hips before discarding it near the door, along with her Carnifex pistol. She hoped her Asari companion was doing the same.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The mercenary charge was broken as quickly as it began. The precise shots from the Turian over head drove the groups into cover while the Krogan broke their ranks. A spray of rounds burst occasionally from one mercenary or another risking a burst. The rounds punched the Krogan's sturdy armor, cracking and deforming the plates, but none managed to penetrate. As the fighting came a focus, a group of patrons inside the gunshot pulled their weapons from their backs and joined the Krogan, not knowing who or what was happening, only knowing that there was fighting in the streets. The group of patrons all wore similarly stylized armor, red with white accents. Among them was Salarian, two Humans and Turian. Using the gunshop for cover, they opened fire on the mercenaries that the Krogan was baring down on.<br/><br/>Cravix watched grimly as two of his men intercepted near two dozen mercenaries trying to kill him. Their chances were too slim, and he didn't want to leave them, but as his colleague above shouted for him to leave, to get the package off Omega, Cravix knew he had no other choice. He and he alone knew the cargo's destination. He cursed loudly and broke from the fighting, vanishing down one of the side streets to cut around the fighting and make for the warehouse where his ship waited with the dozens of armed guards Ren Kalga had ordered to watch it.<br/><br/>The Krogan turned and saw Kyll watching Cravix, and he shouted angrily, charging after the Drell to distract him, to keep his eyes off Cravix's movements. The Krogan had to give his captain a chance to escape. The two fought, Kyll moving nimbly, the Krogan charging and ramming while rounds tore through the air all around them between the two embattled groups.<span style="color: Sienna">Come on ye' stinking lizard!</span>The Krogan shouted as he attacked. Blow after blow, he pushed forward, smashing his head down, trying to crush the Drell. Then he had him in a corner, the Krogan roared and charged, seeking to end the engagement then and there. Nothing could stop a charging Krogan, nothing. Then a shot tore into his flank from a mercenary in cover and the Krogan's step faltered, then another struck his armor at the collar, ricocheting up into the soft tissue of the Krogan's neck. His momentum was gone, and as he felt the blood rise in his throat and his vision shutter unsteadily, the Drell threw him with his biotics up. The Krogan bled to death in mid air.<br/><br/>The Krogan's Turian companion in the window watched his now dead friend float up, then fall unceremoniously to the ground. With only a enraged flaring of his mandibles, he pulled his rifle's aim across the mercenary position and fired. As Kyll paused to open the comm channel, the shot rang out, and the bullet ripped across his arm. He the shot been better aimed, it would have hit Kyll in the shoulder and likely ripped his arm off, but it had been aimed with anger and vengeance, not precision. Instead of fatally wounding the Drell, the round grazed across his arm just below his shoulder, sending a small spray of blood through the air as the ground continued on into the ground. The Turian aimed another shot at the Drell then jerked as his location was finally noticed by the mercenaries on the ground, and a lucky shot  went through his eye and killed him. His rifle fell from his suddenly limp arms to land beside the Krogan.<br/><br/>As the Drell and Krogan had fought, the patrons from the gunshop proved themselves to be a well trained team, and as a pair of frag grenades were thrown into the mercenary ranks, the two Humans pressed the advantage. The mercenaries in the blast radius of the grenades were quick to escape, but they did so at the loss of their position, which the Humans quickly took. They laid down a suppressing barrage with their assault rifles, while the Salarian remained behind, providing targeted suppression on the mercenaries brave enough to keep their heads up with the Human's fired. The Turian drew a knife and charged, using the suppression as cover while he moved over one cover point to another, right on top of a Batarian mercenary. The Turian came down on, driving the Batarian to the ground with his body weight. With one clawed hand he lifted the knife, and while the other secured the Batarian's right arm which still held his weapon.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">Wait!</span>The Batarian shouted, lifting his other hand to protect himself.<span style="color: DarkOrange">There's a million credit bounty on Cravix!</span>He yelled as he grabbed for the Turian's knife hand. The Turian paused.<span style="color: DarkOrange">A million! I swear it, a million! Gavin hired us! A million credits on the Turian we were chasing!</span>He shouted in a panic. The Turian stared, then looked down the street in the direction he had seen the Turian run.<br/><br/>The Turian stood and bounded back over the cover, leaving the Batarian on the ground, alive.<span style="color: DarkRed">Change of plans,</span>he told his allies in red,<span style="color: DarkRed">We're on their side now.</span><br/><br/>The suppressing fire stopped and the red mercenaries broke their position to pursue Cravix. With a number of exchanged looks of confusion, the mercenaries slowly peered out of cover as their attackers broke ranks to make for the Turian the mercenaries had just been after. The Batarian the Turian had attacked stood up and looked at the other mercenaries.<span style="color: DarkOrange">They're going after the bounty now! Come on!</span>He shouted, and the mercenaries all quickly moved to take up the chase once again.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Cravix didn't take the time to stop and look back. He couldn't. He had to get to the ship. He ran, fueled by the weapon toting mercenaries he knew were behind him. The route he took back toward Kalga's warehouse was a longer one, but it was mercifully empty of things trying to kill him. Curious looks followed him as he ran through the streets, surrounded by residential buildings. The sounds of gunshots continued to pass further into the distance, as he went.<br/><br/>After a time, the gunshots stopped and all he could hear were his own two feet on the metal beneath them, and his heavy fast breathing. He knew then that two of his crew were dead. He would repay whoever was responsible for this, he swore it. But for now, his ship and its cargo were all that mattered.<br/><br/>Cravix had gained a considerable lead, so much so that he had outpaced the mercenaries altogether. Anyone smart enough among them would know where he was going. Kalga's territory wasn't hard to find. He never allowed his pace to slow, and he never let himself look back.<br/><br/>He felt a surge of hope, and victory as he feet left the streets filled with shops and residential complexes. The tall, dark walls of warehouses lifted high above him, familiar walls. His rapid footfalls echoed around him and were lost to the low ambient roar of Omega. He turned a corner and ran further, then turned another. One more, and he would be home free. He lifted his omni-tool and directed a call to the guard's channel in the warehouse.<span style="color: Red">This is Crav</span>-<br/><br/>The sound of the shot hit him just as the bullet did. It punched clean through his right shoulder blade at a downward angle, fired from above. A fraction of a second later it blew a small hole in his chest as it exited, taking bits of flesh and blood with it. Cravix jerked, and fell, hitting the ground and sliding while the blood began to flow. He coughed and sputtered as blood filled his lungs. He reached out with his left arm and dragged himself behind a corner, out of the sight of the shooter.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>