<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Aria T’Loak<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Omega<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd 2174, Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Side-eye<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv<br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“A tempting offer,” she intoned, “but if that were in my immediate plans you would have been floated by now.” And there was no reason to doubt the validity of such a forward statement. If anyone knew how to hide a body on Omega, it was Aria T’loak. Subtlety may not be her<em>modus vivendi</em>, but it certainly had it’s time and place. Not that putting a bullet centered between all four of Jarv’s eyes would have made anyone blink. His wouldn’t have been the first body to be dragged down those stairs to the back tunnels, never to be seen again.<br/><br/>Her smile returned, a movement of lips that didn’t reach any other part of her face. “You’ve been idle these last few weeks. Convince me that you can still get a job done. If I wanted sloppy work I would send a krogan with a hammer, but for what I have in mind I require more precision.”