<strong>NPCs:</strong>Tariff the Shamed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Raven, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br/><hr/>"And what an alliance it could be, honored khaffi! It is all in the point of view, no? Perspective differs a lot depending on which side of the needle you are." The slithering tone and heavy Warengion accent came from the shadows on the group's right, where they could see four bright orange spots of light shining out towards them. "A Defiler of Akkhan's can only mean good fortune and business for Tariff the Shamed." The serpent that finally slithered out from the shadows were heavily scarred, creating a fishnet of blushed tissue along the top of its square head and down its back. Even with such an alien race it was clear that there were cold calculating determination behind those eyes. As it opened its mouth to speak one could see a great many of its needle-like teeth missing.<br/><br/>"I am that same Tariff, my honored khaffi. And I know enough about you, Raven of Hart, to say that you and I could be of equal use to each other. Even as we speak Akkhan's minions are planning the demise of Fera the Reader of Lacres and all of you in turn. With you gone all the outside support for the Matriarch would be gone and he would once again become the strong Vizier that he was." It cocked its head to the side, a strange and unsettling smile splitting the flat square head. "If that were to happen the Warengion would remain in blissful ignorance to the rest of the galaxy. No alliance with the Citadel would ever be wrought and we would all be the more unfortunate for it."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>NPCs:</strong>Gavron, Daria<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Omega<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Nel'tan, Veyle and Stephen<br/><hr/>Gavron's eyes and mandible didn't show much in the way of emotion as his senses picked up on the human couple that had just entered the loud and neon bathed club. Then again the hardened Turian rarely showed any emotions at all these days. He couldn't be afforded to do so. His reputation was one of stoic violence and calm professionalism. Any detraction from that demeanor could give the other lieutenant stupid ideas. And he'd rather not bash anymore of their heads in. Good lieutenants was hard to come by these days. They were an asset. Grunts was easy enough to find since the humans started turning up on Omega. No need to hire in vorchas for meat shields anymore. Humans could think outside their bloodlust, which made them more valuable and more dangerous. Stephen Greyson was a great asset on both accounts, perhaps a bit too much of an asset. He turned away from the railings of the balcony and headed back to the couch that Daria usually sat on. He moved in with caution. She was in a bad mood today. It had cost him his right mandible the last time she was in a bad mood. It had taught him the value of silence, even when your boss was about to make a big mistake. And what a mistake it had been. A lieutenant and a whole dozen of grunts were dead. That's an expensive price to pay in this business. He leaned down over the back of the couch, his mouth at Daria's ear.<br/><br/>"Stephen Greyson has returned."<br/><br/>She stiffened up a bit but said nothing. Her expression was set in stone before her lips parted, her words slipping out past clenched teeth.<br/><br/>"Why the fuck should I care, Gavron?"<br/><br/>"He could be useful. Sending him against our... problem. He'll succeed where Kern didn't or die like he did. Either way we win."<br/><br/>It took a full minute before her stoneface split up in a smile. "That is why you are my top lieutenant Gavron. Make it happen."<br/><br/>The Turian straightened up and walked past the rest of her retinue, entering onto the club floor proper as he made his way past the dancing patrons and drunks towards the human couple. Gavron's eyes narrowed a little. He had never seen that female with Greyson before. A new conquest or something more worrying entirely. Last time he had been here Daria had made no secret that she only kept Stephen alive because he was useful. She hated his guts but couldn't afford to kill him... yet. As Gavron approached he kept on his usual deadpan expression.<br/><br/>"You came back after all these years, Stephen..." His eyes locked with the human's. They were the eyes of a true killer and Stephen knew it. Were no other on Omega that was as ice cold a fucker as Gavron was. He never even flinched once if he so killed a hundred, but one could see in the way he killed them that he relished how life slipped out of his victims. Had he not been a gangster lieutenant Gavron would have been a serial killer. It just happened that his hobbies was counted among the duties of his position.<br/><br/>"Daria has a job for you." He threw a prolonged glance towards the VIP-balcony across the room. "If you accept we will pay you half up front, the rest when you return with a head. Bring your friend if you wish..." He looked over at Veyle, his head filling up with images of her purple face as his hands crushed her larynx. His eyes twinkled for a small fraction of a second before he returned his eyes to Stephen. "If she performs we'll give her the same pay. Omega is generous to their<em>beloved</em>assassins."