<strong>NPCs:</strong>Fera Lacres, Warengion Matriarch.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Raven, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br/><hr/>The Matriarch eyes narrowed slightly as Alice spoke, but more out of curiosity than any irritation. Her coils roiled softly around the heated stone she was wrapped around, making her pulse slightly in the dim light. As Alice finished she nodded her large head, eyes widening a little in recognition.<br/><br/>"Rebecca the Enlightened of Hackett. We know her well. One of few Defilersss that were pardoned upon my rissse to the Matriarchy. Nekaph the Reborn wasss banisshed by my ssister and predecessor. It saddenss me to hear of hisss demise. Had he been alive, we had sorely needed hisss skillss." There was some hushed whispers from all around the dark room, some approving, others disapproving. It seemed that there was a split among the Warengions, most probably between Akkhan the Sharp and the Matriarch, going down throughout their whole society. The royal snake didn't take notice though. "Through the bond between your mother and Nekaph, you have tapped into a powerful legacy, Alice of Hackett. To usss relation through actionss and wordsss matter more than relation through blood. Indeed, in a way you are more Warengion than human. I sssee it in your eyesss..."<br/><br/>Her head had slowly crept closer through the badly lit darkness until the two almost touched heads. But now as the Matriarch pulled back she brought her attention over to Fera again. "If we have matters to discusss, Fera the Reader of Lacres, I suggest your friendss and mine leave thisss room..." Fera looked a little surprised, but looked back at the others with a nod. "I'll probably be here for a while. Why don't you make your way down to the shuttle again. The markets around there are filled to the brim with... things of interest."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>NPCs:</strong>-<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Omega<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Nel'tan, Veyle and Stephen<br/><hr/>As Stephen and Veyle approached the entrance to the Afterlife they passed by a gang of Blood Packs. The four Vorcha hissed and spoke of "filthy pink hoomans" while the accompanying Krogan just gave a grunt and a fierce glance. Humans had a bad reputation among the Blood Packs, mostly because the rival Blue Suns were recruiting aggressively from among their ranks. The Krogan bouncer at the door however seemed rather indifferent to their presence. He had a single batarian tending to the line and only waved the human couple away as they approached.<br/><br/>"Get in line again, we don't do favors..." He stopped as he looked up at them though and a grin split his large frog-like face. "Stephen Greyson. Seems like centuries ago. Lorgar's jaw still hops out of its socket every now and then, right Lorgar?" The Batarian threw Stephen a mixed expression of fear and fierce hatred before giving a grunt and returning to tending the line. "His honor is still blackened though. To think he was a lieutenant of Daria's once... just go right in, Greyson, I think Gavron has something that could fit your skills."<br/><br/>He opened the door for them and stepped aside. Last time Stephen was on Omega Gavron had just been an enforcer for the feared Asari kingpin. Nowadays the fierce Turian could be counted among her most loyal and valuable lieutenants. If you wanted to get on Daria's good side, you had to start doing the dirty work that Gavron threw you. "Go on, don't be shy. It'll be just like the old days."<br/><br/><br/>The Blood Packs changed targets as the humans disappeared into the club. A lonely quarian was a much more appropriate target in their eyes. "Hey you, Quarian!" One of the Vorchas pointed and shouted at Nel'tan, the others scowling and hissing in challenge. "We no want no filthy space noomads here on Omega. Too many already! Piss off or we cut you up like fresh dead corpse!"