Aria's Shepard (Rel Mayer and Tick)
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				Title: <strong>Aria's Shepard (Rel Mayer and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 04:34:51</strong>
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				Many would call Omega a cesspool. To say that was not entirely accurate would be a lie even Aria wouldn’t make.&nbsp; But then again, that was what made the station Omega. It was where those who lived in the shadows, her were either forced into crime, or thrived on it were able to be themselves. Of that, Aria was one of those who thrived on it. She excelled at reading people, manipulating them, and even more so, she was strong enough to have the balls to put the fear of the Goddess into those who would oppose her. Though, in Aria’s opinion, that should be the fear of Aria then the fear of the Goddess, since what did the Goddess ever do for anyone. <br><br>The Asari was quick to move along the streets of Omega, a few people eyeing her a bit but they often looked away the moment the Krogan bodyguards growled at them. Not that Aria really need them, but kept them around mostly because they made up for her… smaller form with their large intimidating one. Made a lot of negotiations easier than her biotically smashing people against the wall each time until they realized who really had the muscle. All the same, they did their job well and thankfully they weren’t as big of idiots as most their muscle headed race. “We got confirmation the Spectre Shepard is on her way.” One of them said as he looked up from his Omnitool.<br><br>It was rare to have any official government unit come to Omega, after all, having the Asari Councilor in her backpocket often made it hard for anyone to get permission to go after her. This was something she had taken great pains to accomplish. This of course though, was an exception. She was particularly well connected, but Spectre’s were even more so. Aria had been waiting for the right candidate to bring into her fold, and she assume the Asari Councilor had sent Shepard as requested, though Shepard could have gotten her information from other sources. Regardless, Aria’s black lips curled with that sadistic bitch smile of hers as she turned and continued her walk, “Make sure she gets no trouble reaching Omega, and make sure that she waste’s little time getting to me. I do not have much time to wait for her. Though let her keep her weapons, I should take them and her armor, but you know, that can wait.” She said as they entered Omega, the grunt quickly relaying her orders as she moved into the club.<br><br>Aria commanded Omega like most politicians dreamed of, as soon as she entered a loud cheer rang as she walked past. She might have been cruel, vindictive, and ruled with an iron fist. But she gave the residents of Omega what they wanted, freedom, a place to follow their path, and enough of a civilization they could operate in without getting stabbed every three feet. Not to say you wouldn’t get stabbed, but that there was enough organization and structure that it was rare crimes were “random” instead of “reactionary.” <br><br>The crowd easily parted and the dancers renewed with more vigor as she walked by, as if not wanting to be caught slacking as she made her way to her elevated booth and promptly sat down, crossing her legs and leaning back enough to look over the back of the booth, and a hologram appeared on the table in front of her as the Asari Councilor appeared with a sheepish look no other being could bring out of her. “I have se-“ To which Aria cut her off promptly and waved her off, “I am well aware, your information is late. You did your job though.” She said simply as the Councilor nodded slightly, “She is looking for information on the case detailed in this document.” And with that, the image disappeared as Aria got everything she needed from the Councilor and began to look over the digital files that had been transmitted. It wasn’t a hard bit to find, not something she knew off hand. <br><br>Barking at one of the Krogan she gestured to the holographic document, “I want everything there is to know about this man, his work and so forth, in an hour. Do not keep me waiting.” She said coldly as she leaned back in her chair, a small smile on her face as the large krogan rushed off, a replacement coming from the guard to stand at the man’s post as Aria’s drink was placed in front of her and a small, arrogant smirk came across her lips as she waited for her little plan to begin to unfold. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aria's Shepard (Rel Mayer and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 05:40:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/031/3/3/femshep_pin_up_by_corrupttemplar-d5tdott.jpg)</div></div></div><br>"Omega" Shepard said as she looked at the giant asteroid that was also a home to some of the worst criminals. It was dirty, corrupt, and somewhat of an anarchy. Well, that was until the rumored Aria took ahold of it and was now holding the entire community by it's balls. Shepard smirked as she placed her hand's on the back of her pilots seat. "Fucking cesspool, is this really where I need to go to get information on this <em>Peter Marlish</em>? Sounds like he's a human," Shepard added as she spoke to her engineering drone that had compiled all of the known information.<br><br>"Yes, Commander," the drone began to respond back to her, "Aria is the sort of <em>leader</em> of Omega and she holds most of the information on this figure. It's rumored that he man is hiding out under an alias in Omega. He's a big threat to the Alliance Navy. He has hacked into the database and retrieved very valuable information that could out some of our admirals at risk." The engineering drone was a light purple color, and followed Shepard around mostly everywhere she would go inside of the Normandy especially. Sometimes the drone would be able to compact and just follow Shepard inside of her Omni-tool, but she preferred the little drone to follow her around. <br><br>Shepard stepped away from the pilot as he was talking to her, "It looks like they're clearing us for docking without having to go through all the special protocol. Seems that Aria already has taking a liking to you, how the hell did you manage that?" The pilot was known for being rather the comic, but Shepard ignored what he was saying and reached for her assault rifle which was resting against the wall. She was currently wearing her traditional N7 armor, which was black with a long red stripe running down her arm. She only carried her assault rifle with her this time, because she had an interesting amount of tech biotics built into her since she was an engineer. She stepped away from the area and began heading toward the loading bay which was just in the hallway outside of the pilot's main cabin. <br><br>Shepard had short hair that came down to about her chin. It was a dark auburn color that liked to string and stick together. Usually she kept some of it tucked behind her ears, just so it wouldn't get in the way of her face. Her skin was rather tan and not pale in the slightest. It was just her natural skin done and wasn't because she hung around stars too often. Her nose and upper cheeks were also riddled with light freckles that just made her natural green eyes stand out. Her lips were almost always a nude brown color, but they went well with her skin tone. She had decided not to bring any of her squad with her, because she could handle Omega on her own. She wasn't planning on encountering anyone from the Blood Pack and she could put up any fight from any stragglers wanting to throw a few punches. If anything got really bad she could always call for some back-up as well. Shepard has no reason to be too worried, people usually didn't mess with Spectres.<br><br>Easily, she made her way through the half-ass room that they considered 'decontamination' that lead her to Omega. She walked through the dirty streets that were riddled with criminals. Before she knew it, she was walking into the Afterlife and watching the Asari strippers on tables and bars, the lowlifes serving drinks, and the crazy dancing that was going on below her. She looked rather odd dressed up in her armor while being in the Afterlife, but she wasn't here to have a fun time. She was here to get information for the Alliance through the means of Aria. She was unsure of where to fine this asari, because her drone had only told her that she was usually found in the Afterlife.<br><br>"Hey, you!" she then said to a bartarian that was standing near a long stairway. He looked like a bodyguard, Shepard could just feel it and she straightened her face to look rather forceful. "I'm looking for Aria, do you know where I can find her?" she then asked the Bartarian before he gave her a rather rude look.<br><br>"Yeah, who's looking?" he then said to her, with a sort of annoyed look. Obviously thinking that Shepard was a nobody.<br><br>"Commander Shepard. First human spectre. I need to discuss some urgent business with her, so how about you fucking show some respect and point me in the right direction before I have to get my assault rifle out on you," she then continued to say to the bartarian before he quickly pointed upward toward the third level of the Afterlife. Shepard smiled and then said a sarcastic, "Thank you." Heading up the stairs and then reaching the main area where Aria usually sat, coming up to her bodyguards again first.<br><br>"Really, how many of these things do you actually need," she said before even taking a good look at Aria because the krogan and the bartarian were large and blocking her view. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aria's Shepard (Rel Mayer and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 06:03:37</strong>
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				Aria barely needed Shepard to announce her arrival as she heard her yelling at the batarian bartender from her little crows nest. As the Spectre did arrive, she waved a hand and the grunts separated, but that was most of the attention she paid Shepard upon her initial arrival. The darker skin of the Asari twisted to give Shepard a brief look up and down before she gave a small condescending smirk, and then looking back out at the club, as if she needed to see little more of the Spectre. This was about accurate as the Asari crimeboss took very few people seriously, and it was rather obvious that she didn’t consider the Spectre in that exclusive group.<br><br>“Word of advice, Shepard. You are not on the Normandy. You threaten one of my employees again, and my orders are to kill you on site. Should you doubt that I am capable of that, look at the panel to your right.” And sure enough, there was a recording of when Shepard had threatened the bartender. Upon her back were four red dots. The club was big, easily large enough for mid range rifles to get a target outside of obvious ranges. “They let you live because I wanted to see you, as far as it matters to you, I am the Goddess here. Cause me any trouble, and you and your crew will never make it off Omega.”<br><br>The way Aria spoke wasn’t that of someone trying to threaten or bully another. It was that of someone stating simple, honest facts. There was little force behind them, little fluctuation in her tone, just the outright control she had in her domain, and the ease at which she was willing to exert such control. Her eyes didn’t even watch Shepard for the woman’s reaction, instead she said her warning and let it drop there. This was the sort of aura and influence Aria had. Controlled, dominant and complete.<br><br>The guards and employees seemed far less amused then her at Shepard’s entrance. There was a clear dislike for the woman walking around with weapons, more so around Aria. Even though they knew better than to question her, every guard had eyes on the Spectre, and all their rifles were meant to hid short to mid range, meaning she was in range for almost all of them except the ones sporting shotguns. Even the Bartender was holding a pistol rather obviously under the counter, as if waiting for an excuse to return the Human’s threat right to her. <br><br>“Now, as for why you are here. I here you are looking for a human hacker trying to sell a couple of trade secrets. As you are well aware, as soon as he has sold them, he will disappear from the grid, hack every console he can and erase his existence and create a new one, meaning your best chance of getting him in here on Omega.” Once again, just simple facts, a little bit of amusement at the fact her conversation partner had to get to her target on Omega and needed the Asari’s help, but she all the same was rather straight forward with her statements and facts. It was also against general Omega policy to give up information on other criminals, thus why the information almost had to come from Aria exclusively. <br><br>As Aria finally turned to look at the Spectre again, she looked at the chair next to her, intimately close on the booth as she smiled softly and crossed her arms under her firm breasts, leaning back comfortably in her domain as her bodyguards eyed Shepard cautiously but knew better than to interfere. “So the obvious question is, why should I give him to you? And think carefully before you answer. You might not get a second chance.” The Asari warned simple as she watched the engineer with an eager look of amusement at the Spectre. The look of someone who felt, and believed themselves to be untouchable. For all intents and purposes, she basically was, especially since Shepard had left her squad behind. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aria's Shepard (Rel Mayer and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 01:46:29</strong>
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				Shepard looked through the bodyguards as they gave her a good view of Aria. Her green eyes narrowed as she took in the asari, who was very attractive, but also very dangerous. Her drone had warned her of the reasons why Aria was the leader of Omega and she had no doubts that Aria could easily destroy her ship, her crew, and even Shepard if she didn't watch herself. Instead, she just gave the same ignorant smirk right back to Aria as she spoke to her. Shepard listened to everything that Aria was saying to her and she nodded her head lightly, crossing her arms over her breasts which were covered in armor and then taking a step back. Looking at her, obviously unimpressed that Aria thought she was hot shit.<br><br>In Shepard's mind, she was also pretty damn awesome. She was a spectre and she constantly was saving the lives of everyone around her. Yeah, her methods sometimes may have been extreme, but she was hard on people for the good of humanity, the galaxy, and even protected little Asari bitches just like Aria. Shepard watched Aria threaten her and she just shook her head. Her short locks of auburn hair waving with her head movements before she uncrossed her arms and ran her fingers through her hair. "Yeah, whatever you say, Aria," Shepard said in her hot headed tone back to her threat. Not even going to argue with the fact.<br><br>"Listen, Aria," Shepard said in her renegade tone, obviously not wanting to deal with the games. "I need that hacker's location and I've asked everyone in the galaxy and they said the person to go to was you," she continued before narrowing her eyes and taking a step closer to Aria. "They said that Aria is always willing to trade some information for a price and possibly a favor. As for why this information is so classified and why they're sending me out here to do this," she scoffed for a second and raised her hands in the air in an exasperated fashion, "Fuck if I know, the Alliance keeps sending me on these useless missions a dog could do." She shook her head, trailing off topic with one of her frustrations. Looking to the side and taking a moment to calm down.<br><br>"Plain and simple: I'm willing to do a favor for you, if you do a favor for me, Aria. There must be something the commander of the Normandy and first human spectre could do for you," she said turning her head to Aria. Watching her movements and wondering what she was going to say. Right now Aria was one of the harder people that she ever had the opportunity to read. "I don't mind bending the rules every so often to get what I want, and I know you're like me too, Aria. The only difference is I'm on a different side of the criminal world," Shepard took another step forward, "So why don't you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours."
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				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 02:13:26</strong>
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				The Asari couldn’t help but smile as everything went her way. This was what she was betting on and Shepard walked right in without even a second to hesitate. “That is what I like about you Shepard, you understand how the real world works, something your employers could learn from.” The crime boss wasn’t so stuck up to hide at least some admiration. “But, next time, let me give you some advice, when going into a negotiation, make sure you have something to offer. As you only brought yourself this time, we will have to… work out something later when we have less people present. A lot of my business is the type you don’t want others around to discuss, I am sure you are familiar with the sort of markets I am in. “ Her tone was that usual in control style she liked to use, hardly looking at the Spectre as she spoke.<br><br>“Tell you what Shepard. Show up at my quarters at 2000, and we will discuss your payment for the information. Here are the rules for these negotiations. No armor, no weapons. And let us skip the tricks, I am well aware of your biotic and technical expertise, but I can’t exactly have you leave your biotic amp on your ship. But to be quite honest, I am not too worried about them either.” That smug tone usually upset most people, but it was honestly well deserved with her.. resume. Her biotic powers were arguable better than any matriarch in the current era, she easily put most Asari Commando’s to shame, especially factoring in her brutality. <br><br>From there, she simply gestured to the guards to show the human out, “Until then, I would prefer you leave, I have other business to attend to, and while you make a good decoration standing there, my business would go faster if there wasn’t a Spectre present.” A couple krogans joined the two guards already there as if to say the meeting was over. Aria herself seemed to think so as she looked over the side of her booth towards Afterlife, a small smirk on her face knowing what was to come for the rest of the day. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Aria’s living quarters were not very far from Afterlife, in reality, she basically lived next to it in one of the luxury buildings across the street. Her room was as well decorated as you would expect, with a fish tank, a very nice leather couch with gel that molded to the body perfectly. Her decorations were arguably nicer than you would expect for a crime boss with many very beautiful painting and sculptures that were most likely illegally obtained, but knowing, her genuine all the same. Her bottom floor was just the living room and a nice kitchen with the bedroom upstairs. <br><br>The apartment itself was rather quiet as the music from Afterlife radiated inwards, allowing her to just close her eyes and feel its rhythm from her couch. The Asari had changed since her meeting with the human spectre into a more.. intimate outfit. A black Corset held to her chest and lovely breasts, allowing for a good view of her cleavage. Her pants had been traded out for shorts that barely went down to her thigh at all and allowed her panties string to be easily visible from most angles as her feet and most of her legs were wrapped in leather high heels that were more fitting for a dominatrix then someone meeting over business.&nbsp; All the same, the outfit fit her rather well as a person, showing off her body and giving enough to tantalize a bit without being obscenely forward. Well, okay maybe a bit forward. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 17:58:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;This wasn’t the first time that Shepard was feeling the glaring eyes of someone trying to intimidate her. Shepard continued to listen to her and have her hands crossed across her chest as she raised an eyebrow to look at the asari who held so much information at her hands. She slightly wondered what the cost would be to get this information as she left it rather vague what she wanted from her.&nbsp; When Aria mentioned that she didn’t want Shepard to bring armor and weapons her eyes narrowed. She wondered slightly if Aria was planning something rather reckless up her sleeves. “Does this mean that you also don’t want me to bring my squad as well?” she said in a rather condescending tone. Shepard already knew the answer to that question, but she uncrossed her arms from her bust and just nodded her head. <br><br>Shepard had to consider how far she would go to get this information, but she was already having a rather bad feeling about meeting Aria in her quarters without armor or weapons. She had to admit she wasn’t much for knowing what to wear if the situation wasn’t directly involved with combat. Was this a social situation? She didn’t know and honestly Shepard didn’t care. All she cared about was getting off of this disgusting asteroid and fishing the stupid mission for the Alliance as soon as possible. Before she could even say anything else, she felt the krogan guards stand in front of her and block her view of Aria.<br><br>“Right,” Shepard said and opened up her omni-tool to input the address that Aria had told her and began to walk away. Waving her hand behind her as she said, “Until then, Aria.”<br><br><hr><br>Shepard had spent about five seconds considering what she was going to wear, since she couldn’t wear her N7 armor. She simply put on her standard Alliance garb, which was a long sleeve navy shirt that had padding near her shoulders to show her commander ranking. Her pants were the same navy blue, with compartment packets on the side. She wore her normal standard alliance looking navy boots and walked with a brisk step through Omega. She told her crew not to follow her, but to take close watch while they were spending their shore leave in Omega. If Aria was planning on capturing her and doing whatever it was that criminals did, Shepard wanted to be prepared. <br><br>It took her little to absolutely no time to finally reach the address that Aria had given Shepard. It seemed that Aria lived close to her work and Shepard sort of chuckled at the fact. Although Shepard almost always lived on the Normany, because during shore leave she was usually somewhere in the alliance offices, she was never jealous of people who had actual homes. She easily made her way up to the quarters as she realized that Aria was a woman of money and didn’t mind flaunting it. She raised her eyebrows in speculation as she spoke to the bodyguard’s outside. They knew exactly who Shepard was (who didn’t?) and let her through the door as Shepard made her way into her house until she found Aria sitting there.<br><br>The look on Shepard’s face when she saw Aria dressed in rather provocative clothing as she crossed her arms over her busy and leaned back a bit. Almost grinning as she was possibly realizing what Aria was wanting out of her. <em>Yeah, tough chance,</em> Shepard thought in her mind. She was too focused on being a spectre to ever concern herself with such things. But could it be that Aria just wanted one night with Shepard in exchange for information. Shepard considered the thought, but she waited to talk to Aria before she considered further.<br><br>“So, I have to admit I wasn’t exactly expecting this,” Shepard began to say with a grin. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 20:27:38</strong>
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				On the other hand, Aria was already expecting Shepard to come in less flattering clothing then she should be wearing. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t be. You are in my domain, and I am quite free to wear whatever I want. You on the other hand, came dressed to impress the wrong crowd.” She said with a soft purr as she extended her arm along the side of the couch, beckoning the Commander to sit down on it as she stretched out slightly and looked over the commander slowly, appreciating the larger bust then the human’s armor showed off. “You should be aware&nbsp; of how Omega works.”<br><br>Leaning her head on one arm she held up her hand and started to explain in her usual firm tone, “There are five main sources of income on Omega: theft, drugs including alcohol, violence, gambling, and sex.” The asari took her time to curl a finger for each one until each were balled into a fist. “Everything else is cheap and easy here. I am simply going to be combining two of them in my demands, or three I suppose depending how you define violence.” Stroking one hand down her body, the Asari wasn’t shy on flaunting what she had, and that was a very nice, firm, muscular body with the flawless skin and texture to compliment it. <br><br>As if to contradict Shepard’s thoughts on if Aria wanted to have just sex, the asari put out the first part of her deal. “I get to do whatever I want to you for the rest of the night, with a few obvious rules before you call in your little goon squad. And yes, Shepard, I know you have them waiting somewhere, it is the obvious tactical choice. It is not my first human rodeo.” She said with that small knowing smirk as she crosses her legs and leans back again, “I will not do hurt you in any way that won’t heal before you leave, a pink ass never ruined a mission. You can leave any time, but if you leave before five hundred in the morning, you forfeit your information. There will be no recordings, logs or any way this will hurt your reputation. The guard outside is even high on a drug that is going to kill his short term memory. As well, I will not use drugs to cheat as well in our wager. And lastly, If you make it through the night, even if you lose the bet, you get the information, that way, you have nothing to really lose.”<br><br>As she let all the soak in, Aria picked up a glass of alcohol from the small table next to the couch and took a slow, pleasurable sip as she takes her time before setting it down. “Those, are the rules I will give you. And before you question if you can trust me, I am rather sure you did your homework and I do not lie in a deal. So, here are the rules for you. You must do anything I tell you to, that does not break the rules I set for myself. That is all. Should wish to attack me before I can order you not to hurt me, you may try, but I assure you that I will punish you after I restrain you for your insolence. Along with that, I should tell you how you win.”<br><br>As she spread her legs a bit as if she were uncomfortable, a small bulge was starting to form as the Asari reproductive organ began to grow and swell&nbsp; and she crossed her legs again with a slightly greater spread of her thighs to not bother her growing mound. “The methods of winning are as such. If you refrain from calling me mistress until you can leave, you win. I will throw in some extra information about a traitor in the Alliance and a few assault rifles that the Asari developed in secret. Should I win, you have to come back and spend another night with me within thirty days, same rules, same restrictions.” Smiling softly with that smug bitch look she used so well, “Do we have a wager?”<br>
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