The money offered by the wannabe smuggler turion for mercs for whatever the job was he was offering was quite plentiful.  Even if the job itself didn't get her off omega for good before Aria's assassins found out she was still alive, the money could buy her a trip to somewhere safer, like the Citadel.  It wasn't perfect for Kala, having bullets fired at her after nearly being blown up sounded better though, and she was desperate enough that it sounded better at least.<br/><br/>The crowds outside the warehouse though gave her pause though as the young woman looked at the multitudes of punks that wanted to be mercs in the absence of an established organization.  A good number of them weren't being let through by the deadly looking guards at the warehouse door.  She had to reach those guards herself, and unfortunately she didn't have the bulk, or the threatening look that she saw a few of the people that got through while pushing through the mob.  And she wished she did with how hard it was her for her short size to get through the mob, and how easy it seemed for the Krogan that got to the front.  Oh, she hoped she could get through the guards, the money would really help.<br/><br/>When the dark skinned human woman finally reached the front rows of the mob, she was stopped though in the front ranks of the mob when she felt a hand grope somewhere his hand wasn't supposed to be.  Her eye twitched a bit, pissed before she turned to the ugly bastard, a fake smile on her lips while he had a dirty leer.<span style="color: YellowGreen">“Hello Darlin'”</span>he said for a moment while looking her over.  Instead of replying, she raised her now active personal omnitool.<span style="color: YellowGreen">“Wha...”</span>he began again before the girl pressed a button and sent an electric charge from the man's electronics into his body, causing his equipment to overload.  His yell and pain was not subtle as he fell to the ground, being shocked by the overload.<span style="color: DarkRed">“never touch me without permission”</span>she growled as people moved away from the convulsing wannabe merc.<br/><br/>Finally she moved up to the guards now that she had room to move.  After seeing the glare from Kala, and the man still convulsing on the ground, they waved her through.  Apparently having someones equipment overload on them was proof enough she could be useful, and the Tempest SMG on her hip helped.  Kala moved through the door into the warehouse as she pressed another button, finally letting the dirty lecher off the hook as she shut down his extremely low grade equipment.<br/><br/>The people that apparently had gotten through actually looked dangerous, and actually gave the woman a bit of fear.  Dangerous looking men and woman, a few with armor, turians, Krogans, and of course the Asari too.  A good menagerie of species.  Actually she saw a quarian among the groups too.  Actually she gave a couple of them more than just a cursory glance, most all seemed dangerous.  There was an asari in the corner that had amazing curves, and a chest that was double her own if nor more.  That asari actually made Kala feel a bit jealous that she had barely there curves and nor much chest at all.  The other asari that drew her attention was the really tall somewhat lanky one that didn't seem to fit that was talking with a Krogan.  If it wasn't for the Krogan, the Asari looked like the least dangerous and scary to the tomboy.  Thus she began to move toward that woman, looking at a flat crate near the two for a seat.<br/><br/>As she moved toward them though, there was a spark from the belt around her waist, and her kinetic barriers fell as the belt died.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Mother fucker!”</span>she cursed while looking down.  Her barrier belt was not working all of a sudden, and it was too important to let that thing stay dead. While moving she took her belt off, after pulling her tempest pistol off and sat both on the crate she had been moving to.  Her omnitool began glowing again as she began running diagnostics on the belt.  What had made the thing die all of a sudden.  Kala's dark black hair fell down around her face, creating a veil to block her face from view as she worked on the piece of equipment.  She pulled 2 small tools out of her pocket, glad she hadn't left everything in her apartment at that moment.<br/><br/>She opened the belt's main compartment, and began looking at the internal components while her omnitool.<span style="color: DarkRed">“ok, not that...”</span>she said a bit before she started speaking in a language that wasn't common to council space, and was not programed into translators.<span style="color: DarkRed"> “... piece of crap...”</span>she switched again when there were no words in that other language for what she was saying.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>