<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/u06EK86.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It would seem that the carefully prepared explosives originally packaged for Jarv's disposal had been put to a different use, and not up to the specs of Aria’s instructions. In fact, there was an entire building laid out across what used to be a surface road which was still smoldering in some places. This was accompanied by the acrid smell of burning chemicals and the fuel of a few dozen bodies who had been inside when the structure went down. No one inside was crying out for help; not when the fumes managed to choke out anyone who had survived the initial blast.<br/><br/>Instead of rescue workers, first responders, or upstanding citizens digging through the rubble and clinging on to hope, armed personnel stood in strategic points along the route, blocking off traffic and turning away citizens from their own doorsteps. Off in the distance, gray lumps were sprinkled in the streets like sleeping boulders, and a few of the armed mercs -undoubtedly Aria’s hands- had their rifles trained on the unmoving objects. Signs of recent combat were visible to anyone with experienced eyes to pick up on, and a few of the guards looked as if they were still blowing on scrapes and cuts. There didn't appear to be any dead on their side of the barricade.<br/><br/>This was the scene that Red Team and Aria’s personal recruits walked in on. While air traffic continued to zip overhead, all of Omega turned up its nose to the calamity still unfolding on the streets. No one seemed entirely impressed, even Aria’s men seemed to think that this strangeness was just another day.<br/><br/>A krogan with a cigar leaned against an overturned dumpster, sharing the space with two turians and what looked like the lower half of a human folded over the side of their bin. The conversation was undoubtedly centered on the corpse, which was so fresh it hadn't started to stink or swell. They were arguing over how the corpse got there; either from the blast or as an unfortunate victim of whatever it was they were dealing with. No one seemed concerned for the unfortunate soul, and no one considered draping it with a sheet or venting it out of the closest airlock.<br/><br/>Not when it proved to be such an amusing conversational piece.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">GM Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alright, let’s give this a shot! It’s a bigger group than I originally planned for this scene, but we’ll adjust as needed moving forward. Some notes!<br/><br/>No posting order: but please be mindful of everyone in the scene!<br/><br/>At a minimum, I’ll be making a GM post once a week to push the scene forward. Normally I’d strive for more than that, but you all already know my schedule has been rather fucked up, and with my move looming ahead I don’t want to keep delaying things. So… once a week is the schedule. (Feel free to post more than that with character interactions, of course! The GM posts will just keep the plot moving forward.)<br/><br/>I’ll be doing rolls more frequently with a group this size. It’ll keep things fun, interesting, and controls any OP stuff.<br/>[/spoiler}</div></div></div>