<strong>NPCs:</strong>Gordo & Shez'a'Re<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Omega<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Nel'tan, Ledra, Veyle and Stephen<br/><hr/>Stepping out of the nearly sterile shuttle into Omega's humid air of corruption and foul smells was quite a shocking contrast. Gordo mentioned something about unshaved dirty privates under his breath, which Shez'a'Re laughed off by taking a few deep breaths through his rebreather system and nudging Nel'tan in the ribs. The pathway leading up to the station itself was containing a surprising number of Blood Packs, mostly vorcha who snarled and hissed at the new arrivals. Walking up to a krogan Packmaster, Gordo exchanged a few words while Shez kept an eye on the hideous beasts around them.<br/><br/>"Rule number one; don't fuck with Aria. Two, don't feed the vorcha." He said to no one in particular as Gordo returned. "Three, pay your dues to whoever is guarding the entrance. Makes your life easier." "Four, don't make eye-contact."<br/><br/>They nodded to each other and walked off, Shez motioning for the others to follow. "Five; don't drink anything you didn't bring yourself, unless you are about to insult a krogan." "Six..." As they entered the station proper and was greeted with the sleazy magnificent that was viewing Afterlife, Gordo threw out his arms and turned to the group. "...enjoy yourself. Debauchery capital number one, Omega. Now, we didn't want to tell of Fera..." "Probably rule one on the Vigilant." "...but we don't need... squares guarding us. We have made more smuggle runs here than all your combat missions combined, so how about you go get yourself laid or drugged off your pretty little buns or whatever it is you do on shore leave for the next hour or so. We'll call you up once we are done. See?"