Name: Stephen Grayson<br/>Location: Omega<br/>Tagging: Nel'tan, Ledra, Veyle, Gordo & Shez'a'Re<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Listening to the chatter of the combination of the Turian and the Quarian who had blathered that they were; smugglers, less than stellar at combat and almost certainly screwing. Still, as he listened to them explain their versions of the rules of Omega, Stephen couldn't help but smile. At least they got the first rule right: having once worked for Arya, he had seen the fate of someone who forgot that rule. The bounty that he'd gotten from that particular mission was pretty immense, considering it was a simple grab-a-schmuck type deal.<br/><br/>Still, even now he could recall the screams when he handed him over to Arya...<br/><br/>Shaking his head a little: He looked around at the people whom he'd have the delight of sharing this exploitative mission into nothingness with: Veyle was a welcome sight, if only because she was the only one he'd shared much of any respect for on this part of the mission so far. The Quarian from before was not such a welcome sight: Stephen having been more than clear to his distaste for the man who showed him so little respect. Finally there was the Salarian.  He hadn't talked with many Salarians in his life really...Met enough of 'em to know how much of a headache they could provide but never actually got to know one. It could certainly be an interesting learning curve.<br/><br/>"Well then, since our job seems to be do whatever the fuck we want: How about some drinks at afterlife? It'd be...interesting to get to know you all."<br/><br/>He nodded his head towards the Quarian: His face the perfectly painted mask, combining disrespect, mocking and just that little bit of a challenge. If Nel'tan was going to go for Stephen, now would be the time. The Mercenary had no time for a punk with a stick up his ass who couldn't back it up when it mattered.