ME: Malady { Omega }
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				Title: <strong>ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>14-03-2021, 04:22:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210311/8a94709077a1856b279c57fd6519970f.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/nfnDjRc.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Population:</span> <em>6.9 million</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Orbital Distance:</span> <em>2.43 AU</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Orbital Period:</span> <em>6.9 Earth Years</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Total Length:</span> <em>44.7 Km</em></span></div><br><br><hr><hr><br><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210314/27e0f507a3be95df81bde4a51b2bfd0b.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bloodpack</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Blue Suns</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eclipse</span></strong></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Talons</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/3vXikDC.png)</div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/tUlxfY9.jpg)</div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/uUp1itU.jpg)</div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/hTtrbgz.png)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Pirates, glorified 'muscle'. <br>Mostly composed of Krogan.</span></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Like to call themselves 'private security'.<br>The most powerful merc group on Omega.</span></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Controls 20% of Omega.<br>Specializes in tainted eezo.</span></div></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Newest merc group, compiled of turians.<br>Specialty is smuggling Red Sand.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><hr><hr><br><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210314/3c46a60cde2f54315b27478973dde31c.png)</div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TcHfnEx.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gozu District</strong></span></span></span></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">A residential area on the lower levels of Omega, accessible by shuttle or public transport. Gozu District is where the <strong>'Omega Clinic'</strong>, various restaurants, and minor shopping can be found.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;-- This area is policed by the <strong>Blue Suns.</strong> </span> </span><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FLJOUhl.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Doru District</strong></span></span></span></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">A district located near several vital Omega utility systems, including the largest water treatment facility, the main ventilation system, and the station's central support column.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;-- This area is under heavy guard by <strong>Eclipse</strong>, on orders of Aria T'loak.</span> </span><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/u06EK86.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Fumi District</strong></span></span></span></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">A poor neighborhood, with cluttered living accommodations, warehouses, factories, and an infestation of varren. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;-- The newly formed group called '<strong>The Talons</strong>' have been calling this district home.</span></span><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x4sinFN.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Kenzo District</strong></span></span></span></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Afterlife Club</strong> resides here, that's all that really matters. But, there are some shops, restaurants and more luxurious accommodations in this district.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; -- This is where you can find the notorious <strong>Aria T'loak</strong> herself, residing in the upper levels of the club.</span> </span><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JYvwECP.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuhi District</strong></span></span></span></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">The industrial center of Omega, and where the eezo processing vats are stored. Not even the varren would be desperate enough to call this polluted mess a home.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;-- The '<strong>Bloodpack</strong>' is known to have a stronger presence in this districts.</span></span><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Header Code</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[b][font=arial black]NAME:[/font][/b] Link your profile with your name here<br>[b][font=arial black]RACE:[/font][/b] Xeno-love!<br>[b][font=arial black]OCCUPATION:[/font][/b] What's your trade?<br>[b][font=arial black]DATE:[/font][/b] Story start date is December 18th, 2174 CE<br>[b][font=arial black]WEARING:[/font][/b] Feel free to describe or link a photo if you want this info. <br>[b][font=arial black]LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:[/font][/b] Where are you located, so that the others might find you.<br>[b][font=arial black]CONTENT:[/font][/b] General jist of the contents within this post. Please add trigger warnings here, if there are any.<br>[b][font=arial black]TAG:[/font][/b] Who are you speaking to?<br><br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br><br><br></code></pre></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-04-2021, 06:03:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZlNj5Gr.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/EEC6EJg.gif)</div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210405/df155ee98d3f2aa4c2eb9965c7bcb7b1.png) (https://fontmeme.com/fonts/daggersquare-font/)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Entrance:</span> <em>Guarded by an elcor bouncer, and some of Aria's most trusted hands.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Bottom Floor:</span> <em>Circular bar, and private rooms.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Main Floor:</span> <em>Bar, asari dancers, the main dance floor, and Aria's infamous couch.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Third Floor:</span> <em>Balcony with a view of the club. Acess to VIP rooms.</em></span></div><br><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> And of course, the Music...</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>https://youtu.be/EFGPXtXADFs&nbsp; </div></div></div><br><hr><hr><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>05-04-2021, 22:20:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jarv took one last drag of his cigar, puffing out the stream of smoke while he flicked the nub of it over the side of the walkway leading to Afterlife. The line was long, as it often was, and wasn't getting smaller any time soon what with the Elcor bouncer, but Jarv wasn't going through the queue. Instead, he walked by it and gave the Elcor a nod as the doors opened and he strolled in. Getting invited by T'Loak means you don't have to bother with queues, one of the small perks. It was outweighed of course, by the fact that it meant you had to actually go to Aria herself, rather than get to enjoy the bar or the dancers or frankly anything else outside the "Pirate Queen".<br><br>So instead of ordering his favourite booze and maybe enjoying the rear of a scantily clad Asari, Jarv ignored it all and walked around the bar and through all the people to the back of the room. To where Aria made her little throne. He didn't just march straight up, no, that would be suicide in this bar. No, he stopped before the way up and nodded to the guard. <strong>"Tell Aria Jarv's here. About her message."</strong> Chances were they already knew full well who he was and why he was here, but it never hurt to make sure, and these were the types of people to conveniently 'forget' just to make your life that little bit harder.<br><br>While he stood there, Jarv reassuringly patted the folded up Carnifex at his hip, just making sure it was still there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2021, 04:38:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/EZYQq4X.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>There was a turian standing at the base of the stairs as Jarv approached, his face marked with worn yellow face paint that barely clung to his carapace or his brow. The same yellow of his eyes was sharp and clear in contrast, locked on to the batarian who introduced himself with no preamble. Jarv’s immediate response was a huff of amusement before the turian was jerking his thumb up and over his shoulder, indicating the stairs. “You can tell her yourself. She’s been waitin’ for you.” Even with his voice raised, the music threatened to drown out his words beneath a wave of bass and heavy beats, the same rhythm that dancers above twisted and swayed to.<br><br>And that was the first obstacle, an easy hurdle. As the stairs curled slightly inward toward the circular bar at the center of the room, they would bring the Batarian up to mid-level of the club. This platform held the infamous couch that seated the Queen of Omega herself, but it also housed a heavy presence of additional guards. There were seven of them up here, heavily armed with the best weapons, mods, and gear that money could buy. Their tech wasn’t just for show, however, as each piece seems to be heavily customized to fit the individual user who, no doubt, could handle their own in a fight. The only two figures in this group who weren’t armed were the private dancers hand-selected by the asari herself.<br><br>While Aria’s guards were disarming and scanning Jarv before he would even be allowed to approach the couch, the asari’s full attention seemed to be focused on the naked dancers arching themselves in supplication before their Queen.<br><br>Another turian, this one with a thick band of green face paint across one side of his face, disarmed the batarian while a salarian gave Jarv a full body scan. They were thorough, with no room for politeness. Only when the Salarian spoke up, “He’s clean,” did Aria move her eyes away from the asari women who were currently demonstrating their ability to braid and weave themselves together.<br><br>“Sit.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>11-04-2021, 17:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"Course she has,"</strong> Jarv said back with a huff of his own, but nodded to the turian and walked past him and up the stairs. He was not surprised or intimidated by the heavy guard presence when he reached the higher level of the bar, you don't expect subtlety from the likes of Aria T'Loak. Nor was he concerned that each of them had better gear than he did, he wasn't here to fight them after all. The two dancers did receive a bit of a look from Jarv, he wasn't perfect.<br><br>He didn't fight the disarming or the scanning at all, just waited for the carnifex and assorted grenades to be taken and the scan to complete. He did narrow his top pair of eyes slightly at the salarian when he announced the result of the scan, but moved on and sat down on the couch when Aria told him to. <br><br><strong>"So, take it you need something done?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-04-2021, 22:19:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aria T’Loak<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Omega<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Side-eye<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>“How very perceptive of you.” Nothing in the asari’s tone or stern expression suggested that she believed those words. Neither would they allow the batarian sitting across from her to feel a moment of pride or fall under the impression that he should be patted on the back for an insightful job well done. Aria T’loak could hand over compliments that stripped away paint. She kept her steady and cold inflection of tone which reflected in the heavy weight of her eyes. This was a woman who was estimated to be over a thousand years old, and while she might not look ancient, her weighted gaze told a different story.<br><br>“This saves me from the speech I’ve been practicing. Now that I know that <em>Jarv Valak</em> is gracing us with his brilliance in observation, I can sleep easy at night, knowing that all will be taken care of.” A few of the guards chuckled at that, but none made it a point to do so loudly.<br><br>The asari dancers continued to braid and weave, but the act they were performing had less to do with moving to the music and more for pleasuring themselves. Their legs were wrapping around one another’s torso, scissoring, grinding, and rocking with moans that were too real to fit inside a porno. While neither one of the women seemed to look at Jarv, they were certainly aware that they were putting on a show and fed off of it.<br><br>“Shall I point out the obvious now? You have both of your arms and legs- so I can assume you’re not the sort of fuck-up that lives only a brief existence around explosives. You have four eyes- that must make you a Batarian!”<br><br>Now she turned her head, away from the asari ‘dancers’ moaning and tangling, and to the alien with four eyes. The only thing that changed with her expression was an amused tug at the corner of her purple lips. “How am I doing so far?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>18-04-2021, 22:29:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jarv resisted the overwhelming urge to roll one of his sets of eyes. Of course, she needed something done and she had to take the mickey with it. Typical bloody Asari. He ignored the guards and the dancers and the music, instead just focusing on Aria. Her comment on his eyes and lack of stumps for limbs did eventually cause the upper set to roll, so she could count victory there, as she no doubt would. <strong>"Right on all counts."</strong> Jarv offered with a tone of exasperation.<br><br><strong>"What do you need done then? Or should I just toddle on out the nearest airlock and be done with it?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-04-2021, 23:52:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aria T’Loak<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Omega<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Side-eye<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“A tempting offer,” she intoned, “but if that were in my immediate plans you would have been floated by now.” And there was no reason to doubt the validity of such a forward statement. If anyone knew how to hide a body on Omega, it was Aria T’loak. Subtlety may not be her <em>modus vivendi</em>, but it certainly had it’s time and place. Not that putting a bullet centered between all four of Jarv’s eyes would have made anyone blink. His wouldn’t have been the first body to be dragged down those stairs to the back tunnels, never to be seen again.<br><br>Her smile returned, a movement of lips that didn’t reach any other part of her face. “You’ve been idle these last few weeks. Convince me that you can still get a job done. If I wanted sloppy work I would send a krogan with a hammer, but for what I have in mind I require more precision.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>23-04-2021, 01:13:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jarv just looked at her as Aria waffled on. Oh he knew full well that if she wanted him dead he'd already be dead, either face down in a ditch, in the nutrient tubs somewhere in the bowels of the station, or drifting lifelessly across the void. So knowing that made him less concerned for his wellbeing. Instead any worry was replaced with barely silent exasperation. <br><br>However, what she said next did rile him slightly. <strong>"A few weeks doesn't make me sloppy, Aria. You want something gone it'll be gone, and get it done precisely. No collateral, unless you want it. You want a lock gone, done, won't be a scratch on the door, not one. An entire spirit damned apartment complex, done, just give me time to scrounge the dets for it. Just don't call me sloppy, cause you know that ain't what I am. So just tell me the job, and it'll get done."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 20:13:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aria T’Loak<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Omega<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Side-eye<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>What Aria wanted to see was Jarv’s willingness to complete the job, and any levels of desperation he might have felt toward it. If the batarian was too eager she would have been suspicious of ulterior motives; you couldn’t be too careful about who wanted to get ‘in’. But, if Jarv was completely lackluster outright refused…<br><br>Her smirk increased, and finally she looked away from the dancers to where Jarv lounged.<br><br>Jarv didn’t have the ‘crazy religious zealot’ look about him. His eyes didn’t shine with reverent madness, and while his exasperation and annoyance were noted, he was wise enough to watch his tongue. “I require a contained explosion; quick, clean and discreet.” Well, as discreet as any explosion could be, that is. “A couple of my men will lead you through one of my tunnels to the junction I have in mind. You’re to collapse the Northern route without jeopardizing the integrity of the supportive foundations. I want the mouth of this tunnel <em>closed</em>, do you understand?”<br><br>With a jerk of her chin, Aria indicated Jarv which caused one of the turians to step forward with a datapad. On it was a partial blueprint of the very tunnels she meant. Nothing that would allow even a partial map to be created from -Jarv wasn’t privileged enough to have that information- but it would be enough for the Batarian to work off of and study the site before the visit.<br><br>"Any questions?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>29-04-2021, 02:31:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jarv's top pair of eyes finally did roll when he noticed her smirk, and his mouth visibly turned into a grimace. Of course, she bloody found it amusing, she found every cocking thing like this amusing. Moments like this made him wonder why he even bothered to stay on Omega, or at least not rejoin the Blue Suns. He'd thought on the occasion of going back to the Hegemony, maybe to Torfun, join in the bigger raids, earn some real cash, climb the Hegemony's totem pole and make something of himself. Ultimately, he reminded himself of why he'd left both, and why he really couldn't be arsed to deal with Aria's personality, he hated being told what to do like he was some servant. Still, Aria could easily kill him. So no point riling that nest up.<br><br>"So..." He took the datapad and scrolled through the blueprints. <strong>"Want a tunnel collapsed without anything above coming down, eh? Easy enough, long as you don't mind a few ceilings and floors caving in..." He read them intently, working it out in his head. "Foundation shouldn't need to be touched at all. You want filler in there, and foundation is shite filler at the best of times. As for quick and clean, can get you quick proper easy, clean'll be harder, unless you just mean thorough. As for discreet, could probably make it look like a regular cave in, happens all the time in space stations, and Omega sure as shit is old."</strong> He was waffling, Jarv had a habit of doing that when he talked about the act of blowing things up.<br><br><strong>"One question. I get getting paid for this or is this one of those things where we call it even at the end?"</strong> It wasn't a demand, Jarv spoke it like he already knew the likely answer, and was just checking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>30-04-2021, 00:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Freelance <del>Thief</del> Treasure Hunter<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Time for a meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria, Jarv<br><br><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><br>Omega was a wonderful little place, Unito often found herself wondering why she hadn’t decided to spend time here earlier. There was always something going on and always something for Unito to do. Of course she had originally come to Omega to hide, which had worked out well for her so far given her deal with Aria, so she practiced uncharacteristic restraint when it came to gambling on the station. Given that everyone else on Omega cheated at cards did make it a little easier for her to get away with it as well. Even so she had to remind herself <em>frequently</em> not to make too much of a mess of a good thing. Especially considering her relationship with Aria.<br><br>Aria was the topic of the day for her. It was hard not to consider The Compact when she contemplated her situation with Aria which amused her. Unito sometimes imagined Aria’s face floating inside the jelly-like body of a Hanar as she gave her a job to do. Their similarities were <em>uncanny</em> if you stopped to think about it. Unito did, and that’s probably why she didn’t seem to let Aria’s demeanor get under her skin too much. So, as she was picturing a purple tentacled Asari with a scowl, she was staring off from her seat in the Afterlife at the bar. A hot tea was eventually brought to her by the bartender whom she regarded with an affectionate smile on her maroon lips.<br><br>It wasn’t good to keep Aria waiting, but Unito preferred to scope out the Afterlife beforehand, get a feel for the pulse of the place. She sipped her tea as she looked around, dark green circles floating around in the black of her eyes. Someone seemed to be making their way up to see Aria as well. Her mind wandered for a few moments as she thought about what he might be there for.<br><br>When she finished her tea she noticed that he hadn’t left yet, but decided it wasn’t something that would keep her from her own appointment. She got up from her seat and walked—or was it more like a sashay?—over to the Turian standing watch at the stairs.<br><br>“If it isn’t my favorite Turian,” she began, “I think your sunshine war-paint is wearing out a bit. Is Aria in? Just kidding, of course she is—she’s expecting me after all. Don’t worry, I’ll see myself up.” She didn’t really wait for a response, though since he didn’t stop her she figured everything was fine.<br><br>When she got to the top of the curving stairway she was stopped by another set of guards. “Another complementary pat down, boys? Well just make sure you wash your hands after,” she commented to them as she made herself available for them to check for weapons. She turned her hips a couple of times to present the holstered Predator pistol, as well as an old reliable metal knife. “Girl’s gotta be able to protect herself, you know how it is,” she responded when they took them away from her. With the scan finished it was just a matter of waiting until Aria decided she wanted to see the Drell which could have been a little while still considering she seemed to be busy discussing something with the other fellow that came up here earlier.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-05-2021, 19:15:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aria T’Loak<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Omega<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Snake eyes<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv | Unito<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Please me,” She said, returning her focus to the writhing dancers once again, “and you will be compensated for a job well done on top of a clean slate. But disappoint me, Jarv, and you’ll look forward to being spaced.”<br><br>There was giggling, moaning. The Asari dancer on the left- more purple in tone than blue- was arching her back and tangling her legs around the shoulders of the other who was doing something with her tongue and hand that both looked and sounded impressive. They had moved to the floor by now, and even over the pulsing music their cries could be heard.<br><br>“As far as discretion goes, what I don’t want is to hear you blabbering any details of this job to people other than me. Do you know the definition of ‘circumspect’?” She lifted a brow at him- a gestured that was made much more apparent by the shifting tattoos across her face. Then she stretched her arms out against the back of the couch, lifting one hand to point at the batarian. “You do the job. You keep your mouth shut. You tell no one unless you wish to become a loose end.”<br><br>The hand that pointed to Jarv twisted, then gave an impatient ‘come hither’ wag at Unito who had just finished being patted down by her security. With a tilt of her chin, Aria indicated that Unito should take a position on the couch beside Jarv. “Unito here will be going with you.” Aria smirked. “Six eyes are better than four.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>03-05-2021, 19:02:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jarv again rolled his eyes. Fortunately for his kind, it was an easy thing to do without being seen, as their eyes were mostly just black orbs. <strong>"I get the idea, Aria. Known the routine within the first week of setting foot on this station. But clean slate and I keep my damn mouth shut, got it."</strong> He had been operating out of Omega for twenty years, you learn to get a bit bored of Aria's methods after a while, makes the whole thing more bearable, and was also one of the reasons Jarv preferred to stay out of her way. Not for business, she was good for that, or for pride, though he had plenty of that. No, it was simply because she got irritating pretty damn quick, not that he'd ever say that.<br><br>He was ignoring the Asari completely, but the arrival of the Drell did make him look over with one pair of eyes, keeping the other on Aria. <strong>"Coming with? Right, an extra gun would be good. Just do as I say around the dets alright, drell."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>03-05-2021, 22:12:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Freelance <del>Thief</del> Treasure Hunter<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife, “The Couch”<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Time for a meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria, Jarv<br><br><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><br>Aria summoned her over in typical Aria style, a little wave that implied she was already tired of having to deal with you. Unito assumed it was for show, she figured it put people on the defensive automatically which usually was in favor of the attacker. Naturally Unito didn’t waste any time regardless, for one she wanted to sit down and for two she wanted a better seat to watch the show the other two Asari were putting on.<br><br>“Business <em>and</em> pleasure? This is why I love working for you, Aria,” she quipped as she seated herself on the couch beside Jarv, though her attention was clearly elsewhere. “They make some of the nicest sounds, don’t you think?” she asked Jarv as she continued to watch the two girls in their acrobatic sexual intercourse.<br><br>“Oh, I’m working <em>with</em> someone again? Well, hopefully it won’t go as poorly as last time…” she said in an obviously facetious tone of voice, “Gun, hm? Who’re we shooting?” she asked, turning her attention from the Asari dancers to Jarv. “And don’t worry about your dets, I have a very…gentle touch.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 06:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aria T’Loak<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Omega<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Snake eyes<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv | Unito<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>This time it was Aria’s turn to roll her eyes. There was enough of it going around to make all of Omega dizzy if they weren’t too careful. While Jarv was annoyingly gruff, Unito was unerringly salacious, and the Asari wouldn’t be surprised if by the end of this assignment there would only be one returning to collect their pay. Assuming, of course that one managed to best the other. For a moment she entertained herself with the possibilities; and who she would wager money on.<br><br>The asari dancers were reaching their own climax at this point. It consisted of more shouting and toe pointing than what was happening on the couch. One of them was even kicking upward, just another waving limb in the background, surrounded by flailing, dancing bodies on the dance floor below.<br><br>“The goal,” she stressed to Unito, “is to remain undiscovered. If you have to brain anyone make sure there are no witnesses or any traces of evidence left behind. Jarv; you’ll find a list of equipment on that data pad. It should suffice for the job.” Her lifted brow asked if there were any further questions, before she gave the last of her instructions to this… unorthodox team.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>07-05-2021, 03:22:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak | Unito<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The pair of eyes on Unito narrowed slightly. He didn't bother answering her question, just hmm'ing a little. It wasn't that he wasn't into Asari, of course, he was, but Jarv could separate work from fornicating. And chances were Aria had put them there just to see the reaction to them being there, so Jarv was doing his damndest to ignore them mostly to spite Aria on that. Then the drell spoke again, and his eyes narrowed even further. <strong>"Just keep your hands off 'em, alright."</strong> He could already tell this would be a somewhat grating partnership, but maybe she would be worth all the bother, drell had something of a reputation for being good at what they do.<br><br>Jarv turned his attention back to Aria, and gave a little nod along with a shrug at the 'no witnesses' stipulation, he was fine with following orders like that. He then went through the list of gear, double-checking it because you could never be too safe. <strong>"It'll do. And no, I'm good."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>08-05-2021, 16:50:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Freelance <del>Thief</del> Treasure Hunter<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife, “The Couch”<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Time for a meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria, Jarv<br><br><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><br>She nodded along with what Aria explained, it seemed pretty typical for her specialty. “Got it, doesn’t sound so hard,” she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Well, I’ll warn you, keeping my hands to myself is one of my weaknesses,” she added to Jarv with a little giggle. “But for you, I’ll do what I can,” she reassured the demolitions expert.<br><br>“You got a map on that thing?” she asked while craning her neck over to take a peek at what Jarv was looking at on the data pad. She looked over the blueprints for the area, as limited as they were, with a thoughtful quirk to her lips. The detail wasn’t really great, but Aria liked to keep her secrets.<br><br>“When we doing this thing? Right now?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>14-05-2021, 18:41:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Aria T’Loak<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Omega<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Snake eyes<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv | Unito<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>“Tomorrow,” Aria was back to staring ahead, leaving the batarian and the drell in her periphery. With both arms stretched out across the back of the couch, she lifted a single hand with a casual flick to gesture and animate her words. “Both of you will return here in the evening. You’ll be escorted to where you need to go in order to get this job done. When it’s completed and meets the approval of your escort, you’ll return back here and be on your way.”<br><br>Assuming they meet the approval, of course. Aria <em>was</em> Omega, and it didn’t have to be said that should they succeed or fail in this task, Aria would know long before they stepped foot into the club again.<br><br>And that was it. That was all of the preparation they would be given. The pair were free to mingle -below- as much as they’d like. They received their assignment and Aria shared all of the information she was willing to part with at that point. Giving them the full rundown just wasn’t her style. Information was valuable, and she liked to keep that kind of currency tucked safely away where no one else could get their hands on it until it suited her needs.<br><br>Aria lifted her hand from the couch once again, flicking towards the both of them. Dismissal. “Go. My men will let you know when to meet here.”<br><br>And with an adjustment on her favorite spot on the couch, that was the end of the conversation.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>20-05-2021, 19:13:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak | Unito<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Sometimes Jarv wondered how the galaxy would be without the Asari. Right now that galaxy sounded very appealing, lot less smug blue frumpets in it. Ah well, you can't get everything you want. He only nodded to Aria's <em>commands</em> about the timing and how it would go down. He did grunt a bit in acceptance of all the ideas and then stood, knowing that to stay when Aria had deeply important couch affairs to take care of was dangerous business at the best of time.<br><br>The only one he actually talked to was the drell, who seemed to be trying her damndest to be friendly and pleasant. <strong>"I'm sure it'll be enough."</strong> He said in response to her little teasing. <strong>"And no, just blueprints. If you couldn't guess."</strong> He said to the question.<br><br>Since their business with Aria was done for now, he began to leave, though made sure to see if the goons would actually let or if Aria had some final statement to throw at them. Even if she did, he was keen to move on with his evening so he turned his attention back to the drell. <strong>"Up for a drink? be a waste to come here and leave with nothin'."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 00:14:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Freelance <del>Thief</del> Treasure Hunter<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Social hour!?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria, Jarv<br><br><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><br>Unito hummed softly to herself as she thought things over after Aria answered her question. Quick, but not too quick. She wondered who the “escort” was going to be and whether they’d actually be helping or not. Perhaps she’d have to try and charm them into assisting them if worse came to worse. So, being dismissed Unito stood up and stretched her arms over her head before blowing a kiss to the two performing Asari.<br><br>“Tomorrow night then,” she agreed with a little nod.<br><br>She made her way over to the guards holding onto her things, and quickly put her weapons away, turning to make her way down the stairs and into the Afterlife proper.<br><br>“Asking me out already?” she teased as Jarv invited her for a drink, “well, I’m not one to turn down an offer like that!”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 21:04:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/F6Dbp2S.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gubZHmz.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Red Team:</span></strong> <strong>Ashton (T.L)</strong>,&nbsp; Luus and&nbsp; Jackiro.</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Blue Team:</span></strong> <strong>Viella (T.L)</strong>,&nbsp; Drack and&nbsp; Flo&nbsp; and Fae</div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">For those on the Kalanhai, if you don't see your name on either one of the team lists that is only because you have yet to respond to the DM since the time of this posting. I shall update the ledger as information is forthcoming. &lt;3 </div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Header Code</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png[/img][center][size=12pt][font=georgia]Team Color[/font][/size][/center][/floatleft]<br><br>[b][font=arial black]NAME:[/font][/b] Link your profile with your name here<br>[b][font=arial black]RACE:[/font][/b] Xeno-love!<br>[b][font=arial black]OCCUPATION:[/font][/b] What's your trade?<br>[b][font=arial black]DATE:[/font][/b] Story’s start was December 17th, 2174 CE<br>[b][font=arial black]WEARING:[/font][/b] Feel free to describe or link a photo if you want this info.<br>[b][font=arial black]LOCATION:[/font][/b] Where are you located, so that the others might find you.<br>[b][font=arial black]CONTENT:[/font][/b] General jist of the contents within this post. Please add trigger warnings here, if there are any.<br>[b][font=arial black]TAG:[/font][/b] Who are you speaking to?<br><br><br><br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br><br><br></code></pre></div></div></div><br><hr><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">-: Mission Briefing :-</span></strong></span></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><br>Destination: Omega Space Station. <br><br>Location: Afterlife and the neighboring districts.<br><br>Two teams will make landfall on Omega. The Red team will enter the Afterlife club and deal with Aria directly with prisoners in tow to act as leverage and make an exchange. The Blue team is to collect any rumors and intel that they may find with orders to NOT engage with hostiles unless absolutely necessary. This is a scout and reconnaissance mission only.<br><br>Link up procedures: mission briefing in the cargo bay, awaiting clearance of docking protocols.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Egress procedure. Estimated at 06:35 Centralized Citadel Time<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> En route, approx 5 minutes.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Hostile territory. Ship is to remain on full lock-down and on high alert while Red and Blue teams are on foot. No one is authorized to board or disembark the Kalanhai without authorization of the Spectre Viella D’iax, or head of security Ashton Chase. All teams are to be passively armed and cautioned to be on alert.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">**</span> Breathable atmosphere even with increased pollution and poorly functioning life support in some districts. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">**</span> Comms are fully operational on Omega, but caution is advised against sharing sensitive information out in the open.<br></span></strong><br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Ashton's vid--call conversation with Aria.</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329079.msg15863362#msg15863362)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Ashton's Extranet conversation with Aria.</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330100.msg15844462#msg15844462)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 21:50:39</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/TcHfnEx.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The Kalanhai received the V.I.P treatment; or at least what might have been considered as such in a place like Omega. While the ship left the relay and headed towards the station, docking clearance was granted in a private bay within the Kenzo District. No one tried to shoot them down, no one tried to charge them exorbitant fees, and even as the doors opened to allow the teams departing the ship to make landfall, they were spared any extortion racks awaiting them across the bridge.<br><br>But what did await them were two armed turians and a hanar.<br><br>The hanar turned towards the team departing the ship, dipping its ‘head’ in what might have been interpreted as a formal bow.<br><br>“Greetings.” The jelly spoke, its voice an echoing ripple that was both friendly and monotonous at the same time. “This one is called Balildin. This one has been honored with escorting our guests to our illustrious queen, Aria T’loak.”<br><br>The turian on the right, with faded yellow face markings and well-earned battle scars, nodded his head. “Aria said you had a ‘gift’ for her. We’re here to help carry the bags, so to speak.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 23:34:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ey3kNQB.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15850610#msg15850610)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Head of Security - Kalanhai<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 23rd December - Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This, with greatly faded N7 decals. (https://imgur.com/ZBZ0RtB)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Docks<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Special Delivery<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Ashton took the lead, but that was probably because she had a batarian draped across her shoulders once again. She had considered pushing the unconscious terrorist on a gurney, it would certainly have been the more civil thing to do. But getting that damn thing up the three flights of stairs that awaited them would have required more effort than she cared to give. Aria did have a flair for theatrics. That was why Ashton wrapped a red ribbon around Ipako’s head, complete with an awkward attempt at a bow.<br><br>That just left the one-handed krogan to escort. With Luus and Jackiro in her party, Ashton knew that he would be properly looked after. Ipako might have been the grand prize, but a potentially rampaging krogan was enough to give anyone pause.<br><br>If anyone was going to kill him, it would be best for the crew and the mission if that sentence was delivered by Aria T’Loak<br><br>She readjusted Ipako with a grunt of determination. Ash’s helmet was off but strapped at her hip beside her shotgun and trusty pistol. Hands-free was best for now, and if she dropped the batarian again to arm herself, well… it wasn’t like he could do anything about it.<br><br>“Brius; still ugly I see.”<br><br>The turian with the faded yellow markings smiled; or at least the facial ridges lifted and adjusted and mimicked the closest thing to a smile that Ashton could interpret. “Ash. Not dead yet, I see.”<br><br>“Weird, isn’t it?”<br><br>Ashton turned to look at the hanar, so far the only stranger to her in this group. “Lead the way, twinkle toes. This guy is heavier than he looks.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>24-05-2021, 00:05:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> Red Team </span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15736704#msg15736704)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 23rd, Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Combat Armour, in Black.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Dock<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Observing Guests<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus, Ashton, Ipako, Pix, Aria's Envoys<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Some might see Jackiro's drop in rank as a demotion of sorts. Going from a Team Leader to just one of the rank-and-file might have ruffled the feathers of a lesser man, but thankfully Jackiro had no feathers to rustle. He understood he had a mission to achieve, and he also understood that He and Luus were equally captains of the last mission, which meant that their 'fall' was the same. Jackiro hadn't failed, and that at least soothed his ego.<br><br>Instead, he focused on what was important. Ashton had been given the unenviable task of carrying Ipako over her shoulders, while he and Luus were left to deal with the Krogan. Barring the one moment of tension between them, Pix had remained at least cordial with the STG member. They'd stayed away from each other after the interrogation, and that was enough. At the moment, he had no intention of trying to bully or coral the Krogan. He just pointed the way, and let Luus 'lead' him if he needed leading. It gave him a sort of 'in the middle' position in Red Team, behind Ash as she spoke with the Turian and Hanar guides, and ahead of Pix and Luus. It meant the Biotic would have a chance to keep his distance if he needed it. He didn't know enough about Luus beyond his file on the ship's computer, so he assumed the man liked to maintain a reasonable distance...<br><br>Unless he was one of those mad Vanguard types...<br><br>“Have only seen pictures of Miss T'Loak's establishment. Will we be going through front entrance, or some secondary entrance?” he said, directing his question at the Hanar. Despite it being early morning, the 'Afterlife' that Aria ruled from was an establishment that attracted the dead and the dying at all hours of the day. Someone on Omega was always looking to get drunk, high, or horny at the Queen's domain. <br><br>His hand rested at his belt, a few inches from his pistol should he need to withdraw it in a snap second. Jacki was a cautious man, and knew they could well be walking into a trap. It was also why he had several explosive devices on his person. Proximity Mines, to be precise. He always had a few on his persons, but he was ready to make a more dramatic play if he was required...<br><br>Not that he would rush to that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>26-05-2021, 23:04:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AatRzis.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Se’Faema vas Jiko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15777548#msg15777548)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Bio-engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 23rd December - Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown (dark blue, white and gray)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Docks<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Stepping out of the lab!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All <br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Se’Faema stepped clear from the Kalanhai and into what appeared to be the beginnings of a terrible joke. <em>Two turians and a hanar were on Omega when a human approached…</em><br><br>A heavily armed human, that is, with a limp batarian slung over her shoulders, and two equally frightening teammates at her back. The turian -Luus?- seemed to be guiding a krogan along with them and she found it a little unsettling just how calm the mercenary seemed. While the quarian herself has never come face-to-face with a rampaging krogan before, she estimated that it would take more than a few bullets to put a stop to that much momentum. The sleek lines of the Salarian would have been laughable in comparison to all that bulk, but after hearing about how Jackiro had conducted that interrogation…<br><br>Se’Faema shivered once, comforted by the weight of her own shotgun and pistol strapped to her back. Having Viella close by certainly gave her a boost of confidence, a little of that wreckless bravery that allowed her to put one foot in front of the other as she tore her eyes away from Red Team and turned them on Blue.<br><br>They had a krogan of their own. They also had a turian of their very own! While the first team had the uneasy task of speaking with the asari powerhouse on their own, their job was just as important, even if it seemed so simple in scope.<br><br>She crossed her arms at her chest and cocked the generous curve of her hip off to one side, watching the scene before her unfold even as she spoke out loud to the rest of her team. “So… fifty credits says that hannar has choked out at least a dozen people at some point in its life if it's working for Aria.” She paused a moment as she considered things further, and then smirked behind her mask. “That includes extracurricular activities in the bedroom. Tank. Whatever."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>27-05-2021, 20:18:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>23rd December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Urban Camo for Omega<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Docks<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Fae, Flo, Viella<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack was still amused from the team assignments as he stepped out of the shuttle and looked around.&nbsp; Omega still looked and smelled awful, but there was a certain honesty in its rundown shabbiness.&nbsp; It was open about its corruptness, whereas places like the Citadel and Illium tried to hide it under a shiny veneer of respectability while still wallowing in corruption, albeit a more sophisticated kind.<br>“Looks like I’ll need to make a stop in the markets and see if I can find a good bottle of turian brandy,” he stated, the slight rumble of chuckle in his tone.&nbsp; Whether Flo accepted it, refused it or hurled it at his head was up to her, but he had said if it turned out she was Viella’s student, he’d buy her a bottle to celebrate the fact and he would be true to his word.&nbsp; It’d be interesting to see what the turian would be like now that she had an opportunity to work closely with her revered mentor.&nbsp; It’d also be interesting to see how she’d respond to his interactions with his older sister.<br>&nbsp;<br>He turned to Viella with a large grin, “She’s definitely one of yours, you always try to nurture a healthy amount of independence.”<br>It felt good to be working with his sister, and even better that she was the team leader.&nbsp; He trusted her.&nbsp; Maybe not always agreed with her, but trust was more important.&nbsp; The old krogan felt more relaxed, though that didn’t make him complacent.&nbsp; It was just that having someone he could fully trust on his side meant he didn’t have to worry about his team as much.&nbsp; While Flo and the quarian Se’Faema were still unknown to him, Viella knew the two of them and if she was confident about them, then he’d believe in their abilities as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>Drack guffawed loudly when he heard Fae’s comment.<br>“So, you’re my sister’s type huh?&nbsp; I never would have guessed unless she told me,” he laughed, patting the quarian heavily on the shoulder. &nbsp;“I like you kid, you definitely have my approval, not that you or sis need it.”<br>The krogan was curious what she looked like, but he knew that quarians did not remove their masks lightly, and something that intimate would only be reserved for Viella.&nbsp; He missed the days when they didn’t have to wear their suits, it was so much easier to look them in the eye without a visor in the way.<br>“Thanks for looking after her and making her happy.&nbsp; I’ll do my best to make sure you get out of this in one piece.”<br>Protecting his family’s happiness was one of his top priorities in his life, and given how important she was to his sister, it was only natural to pay extra attention to her.<br>He looked over at Flo, “You too.&nbsp; Sis would be pretty unhappy if she lost you.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Anyways, I say we go to the market area,” he suggested.&nbsp; And it was a suggestion, even if not quite phrased as such.<br>“Too many shadowy corridors to explore on our own, whereas the market tends to be a hub of it.&nbsp; It’d be a good start anyways.&nbsp; And we can pick up a few items for ourselves along the way.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>27-05-2021, 20:46:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/10/87/c7/1087c735e908a9ac878fcc1a59df086a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Telari "Tel" Veran (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15864758#msg15864758)<br><strong>Race:</strong>Turian<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Mercenary<br><strong>Date:</strong> December 23rd, 2174 CE<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Location:</strong> Omega Nightclub<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just chillin'<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Afterlife was where the fun was. If you wanted to have a good time, and maybe get a chance to meet the face of Omega, that was where to go. That was precisely why Tel found herself at Stygia this particular day. It wasn't that the turian had a problem with Aria, far from it. But every mercenary knew how to keep their ear to the ground, and Tel had heard that Aria was recruiting for a new job. As she held her drink (Non-alcoholic, for now. It was an unspoken rule at Stygia that before a certain time, "Don't give Telari Veran alcohol, or you're responsible if she gets carried away"), Tel reflected on why she was actively avoiding Aria's attention. It wasn't like Aria didn't know what kind of contracts Tel would or wouldn't take, and it wasn't like Aria didn't know what bars Tel frequented if she really wanted to track the turian down.<br><br>Something was just sitting wrong with Tel, and it wasn't the lack of alcohol. She wasn't much of a criminal, especially compared to the rest of Omega, but contracts were starting to get a little skimpy for her. <em>There are no innocents on Omega</em>, she'd been told, but Telari was going to continue remaining firm on that. If someone deserved to go down, she'd be happy to pull the trigger, but she was not going to take down anyone else. That hard line was spreading around, and too many less moral mercenaries were starting to take her contracts. She needed a job. "How many hours until I can actually drink?" she asked no one in particular, her contralto rasp too quiet to be heard by anyone other than herself. It wasn't like she didn't know the answer already. Several more hours if she continued sitting in the bar, or minutes if she went home. She didn't want to dip into her stash yet, though. <em>I have a tab here. They don't take tabs when it's your own bottle you empty and replace.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>29-05-2021, 20:47:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Scheduled meeting<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Aria T'Loak | Unito<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jarv crossed his arms, raising one side of his muscular 'brows'. <strong>"Asking you out? Spirits no, that'd mean I'd be paying for you the whole night. This is just the first round."</strong> He shrugged and then started making for the bar, mildly gesturing for the drell to follow if she fancied. <strong>"So what do you do exactly? No prizes for guessing I'm the one who blows stuff up."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>30-05-2021, 01:27:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/1507018061.dracovarus_smaller_version.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Red Team</span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 23rd, December 2174 CE - Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Docks<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Playing Escort<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Red Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus was pretty energized this morning, though his laid back demeanor didn't do much to show it. Escorting a krogan to what would likely be his doom wasn't as intense as he might have thought, and he knew that he had Jackiro to thank for that. Of course, plans could--and almost always would--go bad when faced with reality, so calm as he was, he was also ready to handle Pix should the need arise. His carnifex was right at his fingertips, eager to be aimed at the krogan's knee caps, and his biotic power was forever thirsty for action.<br><br>"How is Aria these days?" he asked, eyes briefly focusing on Brius as they walked along. "She put down any upstarts lately?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>30-05-2021, 02:03:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Blue Team</span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre, Ex-Justicar<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 23rd December 2174 CE, Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Docks<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Landing with the crew<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Blue Team<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Although Viella maintained an air of poise and serenity, she did level a furtive smirk towards Fae alone that would easily betray it. Then, as her brother commented on Flo's...independent attitude...there was a spark of both pride and amusement in her eye as she listened. And a hint of a smile as she said, "yes." Then, she addressed the turian in question, allowing her smile to spread a little wider. "I see that you still have the same drive and passion that made you such a fast learner. You've even impressed my brother, it seems."<br><br>The smile on her face didn't last, however. It waned and vanished the more Drack gave his brotherly blessing to Fae. On one hand, it was always pleasant to see her younger sibling look out for her best interest. On the other, there was a time, a place, and a manner for that. "<em>Drack</em>." Her tone was not angry, per se, but despite the smooth quiet of her voice he would know a warning from his elder sister when he heard one--particularly given the fact that these warnings were nearly always given in the form of his name.<br><br>Fortunately he moved on easily enough, and with a good plan at that. "That is a sensible place to start. Markets are a hub of gossip. Flo, Fae, do you have additional suggestions?" She walked as she talked, ready to lead her team to what would be their first location.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>02-06-2021, 22:19:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Freelance <del>Thief</del> Treasure Hunter<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Social hour!?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv<br><br><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><br>Unito offered a little shrug as Jarv declined the option to pay for all her drinks, “Well it was worth a try…” she added with a little smirk. She followed to the bar just the same, which she had been sitting at not too long ago herself.<br><br>“Me?” she asked with a feigned tone of innocence, as if he were accusing her of something. “Well, I guess you could say I specialize in the nonstandard acquisition of restricted trade goods,” she explains in her round-about way of talking.<br><br>“Kindle Tea, please,” she spoke to the bartender when he eventually arrived. It was her drink of choice, nonalcoholic but it had certain narcotic qualities, like a very mild amphetamine—or extremely strong caffeine. It came from an aquatic herb on the Hanar homeworld, which is how it got its name of course. The bartender looked suspiciously from Unito to Jarv and back again before she waved a hand dismissively, “Business partner,” she explained briefly to the bartender who still gruffly made a recommendation that Jarv “watch his creds”.<br><br>“ANYway…” she says, apparently ignoring the bartender’s comment, “what brings a nice Batarian like you to a place like this?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>03-06-2021, 03:27:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Drinkin'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Unito<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>For once, Jarv let out a little chuckle, a harsh one as was standard for his kind, who could seldom make any sound that wasn't harsh. <strong>"Right... So follow up question... You have a ship? If you do, turians might call you&nbsp; smuggler, if not, probably a thief. I right on the money?"<br></strong><br>He did not need to follow the bartenders advice, as he was already 'watching his creds'. <strong>"Just get me a Kar'Shan Blue, pint."</strong> It was a fairly standard drink, the equivalent of cheap beer, the best damn batarian thing you can get outside the hegemony sadly. <strong>"Eh, y'know... The usual. Make money, avoid the bullshit of back home, not have to pay the monthly caste subscription. Nothing special. You? Don't see many drell outside hanar space."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-06-2021, 04:55:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/8Dp8AqQ.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The hanar -Balildin- moved closer to Jackiro, once again initiating a bobbing bow before speaking with rhythmic pulses of bioluminescence. “It will lead Ms. T’loak’s honored guests through the front. It wishes to share with all of you the magnificence of the Afterlife.”<br><br>The other turian with white face paint smeared across his left eye snorted at that comment. “You could make it sound less like a cult.”<br><br>But the hanar didn’t comment further, and instead, he turned on the spot and began walking ahead while droning on about the magnificent and bloody history of Omega -and how all others have failed to hold the station as long as the asari currently in power. As the group passed through the docking bay and entered the Kenzo District, Balildin continued on with his role of polite -if bland- tour guide. He spoke of the shops that were currently popular, who had the best wares, and who had the most random garbage. Occasionally, one tentacle would lift up and gesture in a reverent wave as he pointed out the core of the station itself. A useful landmark when getting around, even if it only helped with a vague sense of direction.<br><br>The entire station was dingy, smelled of the cloying pollution of the element zero mines still being harvested today, and seemed to be the evil twin of the Citadel. No plants or ‘natural’ lighting livened up the place. Instead, it was all neon lighting pushed between cramped structures. Where the Citadel represented the ‘best’ of the galaxy, Omega seemed to highlight desperation and the intergalactic constant: greed.<br><br>Gangs were as populace as the homeless, and it wasn’t uncommon to turn a corner to discover a dead body rotting in the pathway. Something to step over and around and not look back on.<br><br>But the Afterlife was a beacon, and like moths to a flame, people were winding their way towards the club even at this hour in the morning.<br><br>“Aria’s hold on Omega is absolute,” Brius answered Luus, shrugging his shoulders while the other turian gave their krogan prisoner an unnecessary shove forward. Pix was beginning to look nervous now, and his eyes began to flick to Ipako, then back to the club that loomed ahead of them. “She’s been established long enough that no one is stupid enough to try and dig up any roots. Those who think about it get a bullet in the brain if they're lucky.”<br><br>As the group approached they were ignored by the bouncer, and the cluster of batarians and a lone salarian acting as guards only nodded as the hanar continued to lead the others inside. While the music has slowly been building up with every step they took, the moment the doors slid open it pounded against ears and chest like a physical presence. They moved through the long tunnel with the stylized fire burning on the screens around them, then through another door that finally released the music to its fullest.<br><br>Even the hanar knew he couldn’t compete with the dance music that flooded the open room. He had stopped his history lessons and proceeded around the circular bar at its center and the dancers undulating on top. Bright lights, neon screens, and the press of bodies filled and assaulted the senses, but eventually, they made their way across the club to the back set of stairs that would take the group to their destination.<br><br>More guards greeted them here, and as was customary everyone was thoroughly searched. Only it seemed that it was more as a means to take inventory since no one was relinquished of their weapons.<br><br>Pix began to sweat.<br><br>Two flights of stairs led them to a more private corner of the club that overlooked it all. And in the center of this dais was an ‘L’ shaped couch where Aria sat awaiting them. She didn't look at the group until they were waved forward to climb the third and final set of stairs. Aria T'loak arched a brow, then narrowed her eyes as she looked at the prisoners, an unexpectedly familiar face intermixed with the expected one... and a salarian dressed in all black.<br><br>"And I thought I had the eclectic group. Trying to one-up me, Ash?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-06-2021, 05:13:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ey3kNQB.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15850610#msg15850610)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Head of Security - Kalanhai<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 23rd December - Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This, with greatly faded N7 decals. (https://imgur.com/ZBZ0RtB)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Docks<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> That’s my Ex.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Red Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Ashton had taken a calculated risk and it was one she had hoped would pan out to be the correct one. She decided <em>not</em> to warn Aria about the batarian they had in their custody on the off chance that the information was filtered and discovered by one of the many batarians under the asari’s employ. But walking through Omega with Ipako’s face on full display -or even covered by a hood- might as well paint targets on their back. So Ashton decided to flaunt a little. The bow covered his features well enough that a casual glance shouldn’t pick him out in a crowd. It was also precisely the thing that Aria would have expected her to do, and Ash wanted to keep the asari’s temper cool and malleable for as long as possible.<br><br>But she couldn’t ignore the presence of caution against the nape of her neck. Like a talon scraping against her spinal cord.<br><br>She dumped Ipako on the ground, but with a little more control and care than what she showed on the Kalanhai. If, for some reason, Aria had a positive view towards this terrorist then Ashton needed to ensure that their ship wouldn’t be blasted into orbit by laser cannons. She would show a little more restraint until she knew what she was dealing with.<br><br>“It seems that I attract interesting people, I’d call it a talent if it weren’t for the fact that so many of them end up shooting at me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>03-06-2021, 17:32:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div> <br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216) <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Weapon, and Requisition Officer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 23rd, 2174 CE – Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Standard Light-Turian Battle-Armour (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/88/a6/c5/88a6c5fa0d53cfd872f6439aba67b6bc.jpg), covered with a black, intentionally dirty overcoat (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/12/65/131265812555a182af8997805d6b2016.jpg). White Markings.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega | Docks<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission Status: Awkward.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Viella, Drack, Se’Faema <br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Florinthia wasn't sure if she was more happy to see her old mentor, or frustrated by Drack's over-bearing cockiness. Once again, she was probably blowing it out of proportions but lord knows did she feel his little remarks grating on her carapace. Perhaps it was a symptom of living for so long, but he just felt like he assumed he was always right, and it drove her mad!<br><br>Combine that with Viella's presence; the woman who had taught her to weaponise and respect the thing that she as a child thought was a tumorous growth that had ruined her destiny, and shattered her chance to be the daughter her father could be proud of, and it was fair to say that Flo was...twitchy. “<strong>Y-yeah...</strong>” She said in reply to Viella's brief praise. Part of her almost reverted back to her childish insistance of calling her once-teacher 'Matriarch.' Once a show of respect for the woman's talents, wisdom, and age, now Flo wondered if it was taboo or not. It had the unfortunate side effect of also basically calling the woman old, and in front of her lover – As Drack so bluntly and tactlessly announced to every Omega resident within a half-mild radius.<br><br>Fae’s comment at least broke the awkwardness, and had the Turian snort a little. Her eyes narrowed at the retreating Hanar, the whites of the Palavan based Facial-Markings almost snapping together like tribal white shark-teeth as she did. “<strong>I'd bet at least four at once.</strong>” <br><br>Drack suggested the Market be their first stop, and Flo was inclined to agree. “<strong>The only other obvious plan would be to try and find out who has been handing out this 'job' that the schmucks were doing on Reetix. Could try and bribe a Ganger to give us an in, but that'll take a lot of time we probably don't have.</strong>” Good Cloak-and-Dagger work took time. It took an age to build up stories, and connections, and respect. Those were the credits used to trade for information, and that simply wasn't an option. They might stumble into something at the Market, but it wasn't the ideal way to do things, that was for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>03-06-2021, 20:01:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Freelance <del>Thief</del> Treasure Hunter<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Social hour!?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv<br><br><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><br>“Ugh, what nasty words,” she complained, “let’s just say…I don’t have a ship.” She smiled after the explanation. She turned to lean her back against the bar, elbows resting on the countertop as she waited for her drink. Her eyes wandered around the crowd at the Afterlife as she listened to Jarv.<br><br>“We are a rare sight to see…some of us are even rarer than others,” she winked. “Some of us choose to stay, but life on Kahje is…” she paused, perhaps the first time she’d been at a loss for words since Jarv had met her, “hard to explain. Equal parts death sentence and indentured servitude. But some of us get…ignored and manage to slip away.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>03-06-2021, 20:43:44</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/10/87/c7/1087c735e908a9ac878fcc1a59df086a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Telari "Tel" Veran (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15864758#msg15864758)<br><strong>Race:</strong>Turian<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Mercenary<br><strong>Date:</strong> December 23rd, 2174 CE<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Location:</strong> Omega Nightclub/Afterlife<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just chillin'<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Unito, Jarv (both mentioned), Open<br><br><hr><br>Halfway through her non-alcoholic drink, Tel was already starting to regret her decision to avoid Afterlife just because she didn't want to risk dealing with Aria. It wasn't like Aria would be able to force her to take a contract, right? More importantly, having to avoid alcohol was almost completely counter to every one of Tel's instincts in a bar. <br><br>Quickly, she finished her drink, settled her tab, and walked out of Stygia. After only a few minutes, the turian made her way to Afterlife, although it took almost as long to get into the bar as it had taken to get to the bar thanks to security. For some reason, she always had trouble with bar security, even when the bar hadn't actually banned her yet. <br><br>Once inside Afterlife, Telari took a seat at the bar, signaling for a cheap turian ale. She wanted Serrice Ice Brandy, or at least a version of it that was dexto-friendly, but she was trying to save credits at the moment, not spend them. Looking around, she took a careful stock of those around her. The drell and batarian at the other end of the bar seemed to be in conversation, but she had no interest in eavesdropping. She was just here to drink and hope that no one tried to offer her a contract that she couldn't take.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 19:12:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> Red Team </span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15736704#msg15736704)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 23rd, Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Combat Armour, in Black.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Dock<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Observing Guests<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus, Ashton, Ipako, Pix, Aria's Envoys, Aria.<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>While many might have found the posturing of Balidin to be annoying or off-putting, especially with the Turian's mention that the Hanar's speech was like the preaching of a cult-member, Jackiro seemed enraptured. Occassionally, he would ask questions of the Hanar: probing for information about how large of an operation Aria ran from the Afterlife; Asking how many people fit inside the club; querying where the exits were in case of a hostile firefight. He admired the elevation of the central dais, giving her and her people the high ground in a fight, as well as the abundance of solidly build spaces that could be used as cover in a pinch. Whether or not Jackiro was merely probing for weaknesses, or was actually interested, was hard to tell. The Salarian had a certain sociopathic game-face that he put on, making it difficult to read him.<br><br>When they entered the club, with its almost solid wave of music, Jackiro seemed to smile. His head nodded slightly out of rhythm with the music, and he gave himself over to the search. He even pointed out a couple of the pouches that contained his more volatile payloads, and withdrew a few of the proximity mines to make it clear he wasn't going to suicidely try and bomb the Queen of Omega. Having handed over the worst of his payload – Not that he couldn't make more with his Omnitool and some Omnigel as many Engineers could, given time – he was happy to simply be led on high.<br><br>He did take a moment to lean in towards Pix, noticing the Krogan's nerves. “Did warn you this was likely outcome.” He said, not so much bragging, as affirming himself as being a creature of truth.<br><br>Eventually they were waved forward to Aria, who seemingly recognised a decent few members of the cadre. Thankfully, it seemed that Aria hadn't recognised Ipako. That meant that she wasn't going to be inclined to bust the Batarian out of his situation, and might indeed value the fact that Ipako's work was likely to spell trouble for Omega if the trail stopped here.<br><br>Ashton, being the team leader, took the lead. She was building on a sense of familiarity with the Queen of Omega, and their banter seemed friendly...Even flirty, perhaps. The thought that the two had been an item caught in his mind, although it was ultimately a hypothetical that didn't matter. It was an in, and seemingly not the only one here, consideirng how the Asari eyed both Luus and Pix.<br><br>“Hmm. Seems am one of only ones not know. Pleasure to meet you Miss T'loak. Am Jackiro Indri.” He bowed his head, respectful and pleasant to a fault. “Hope attire is apt. Wasn't sure if dress code applied to Club-slash-Castle, but seemed delightful idea to wear something 'formal' to meet a 'queen.' No?” His smile remained on his face, looking pleased as punch to be where he was. Most would think the idea of being smack-dab in the middle of a den of Lions would put fear into the Salarian's heart. Especially when walking into that Den with two of its possible cohorts, intending to offer them as meat when they could easily become the meals themselves.<br><br>Thankfully, STG Members were built crazy, and a mite bit fearless.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>05-06-2021, 02:57:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Drinkin'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Unito<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A grateful Jarv received his booze and he quickly began downing it. It was... alright, and nothing more, because again, cheap beer. he chuckled a little as Unito complained and thought back to the unsavoury things he'd been called, slaver being right at the top of the list, and certainly not a lie. Oh well, only an Asari mind meld would get that out of him at this point.<br><br>Speaking of which. <strong>"Indentured servitude? What sort of stuff do they make you do over there, they have mechs right?"</strong> Then the bit about the death sentence sank in. <strong>"Wait, what, okay hold the omni-tool. Forget the other stuff what's this about a death sentence? There poison you're weak to there or something?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>07-06-2021, 00:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Freelance <del>Thief</del> Treasure Hunter<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Social hour!?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jarv, Telari<br><br><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><br>As she faced the rest of the bar during her conversation with Jarv she noticed Telari enter and sit down not too far away from them. She recognized the Turian, at least partially from odd jobs with Aria, so she offered a little wiggling of her fingers as a slight wave.<br><br>As her drink arrived she spun on her stool two and a half revolutions before cupping her hands around her cup of hot tea. “Oh there’s all sorts of things,” she explains in a very vague way, “basically whatever they don’t want to do—or can’t do—they have us do.”<br><br>She took a brief sip of her tea before ginning some at Jarv’s reaction. “Ha, not really poison, the humid environment is bad for us, wears out our lungs…I’ve heard it compared to leukemia before. You live there long enough you’ll eventually get it, some last longer than others. But once you get it there’s no cure.”<br><br>With that she took another, longer sip and offered up another bright smile, the deep red of her neck practically glowing. “So I figured, better to leave, and here we are having a nice chat.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>07-06-2021, 07:10:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/10/87/c7/1087c735e908a9ac878fcc1a59df086a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Telari "Tel" Veran (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15864758#msg15864758)<br><strong>Race:</strong>Turian<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Mercenary<br><strong>Date:</strong> December 23rd, 2174 CE<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Location:</strong> Afterlife<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just chillin', choosing beggar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Unito, Open<br><br><hr><br>It took a few seconds for Tel to recognize the drell. She'd crossed paths with Unito on occasion, but not much more than that. Aria's contracts tended to not favor Telari's morality, although she had done a few rare assassinations where she knew the "victim" had it coming. Usually, she'd simply passed Unito on the way to meeting and debriefing with Aria, no real contact beyond that, but no reason to not be friendly.<br><br>In response to the slight wave, Telari lifted her glass in Unito's direction, nodding slightly in acknowledgement before taking a drink. <em>If I'm going to get drunk, this is going to take a while. Why is it that something can only be 2 out of the 3: cheap, tasty, stiff?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>13-06-2021, 19:01:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Batarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary and Demolitionist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Drinkin'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Unito, Telari<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jarv took another deep gulp of his beer, ignoring the taste and simply enjoying the booze for what it was. All the while, he leant against the bar and listened to Unito, his brows occasionally furrowing. <strong>"So they don't have mechs or something to do it for em?"</strong> For a batarian, Jarv was remarkably aware of the pointlessness of slavery in the modern age, why have something that can rebel, needs feeding and needs to use the bloody bathroom at least once a day when a mech was usually better... Though he did always remind himself so long as people paid for it it wasn't really a concern of his.<br><br>He nodded slightly, guessing more than knowing what she meant. <strong>"Riiight. Seems like a pretty shite deal to me. I get it, thanking the polite sods for helping you lot escape the planet, but still, ain't exactly a great deal. Work for them and then die of... what? Drowning in air I guess?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Gonna tell me who that turian is as well? Or should I try guessin', pass some time?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 06:31:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/8Dp8AqQ.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Aria took her time, allowing her eyes to travel from Ashton to Luus, to the more vocal Salarian and his seemingly chipper attitude and good manners. But a killer easily recognized another killer, and every breathing soul standing before her had blood on their hands. Some just had an easier time bathing in it than others.<br><br>As her eyes traveled to the team, the sharpness of her gaze eventually settled over the uncomfortable Pix and the unconscious Batarian.<br><br>Pix she recognized and judging by the way he was practically squirming where he stood, Aria imagined that all sorts of violent scenarios were unfolding inside his tiny little brain. The Asari sneered, and she was instantly rewarded by seeing the krogan swallow sharply, immediately, and audibly. But the bow-wrapped present…<br><br>With a nod of her head, Aria watched as Ashton obediently reached forward and grabbed hold of Ipako. Lifting his limp head revealed to the asari someone that shocked and surprised her. Someone who had caused the queen of Omega to blink rapidly with shocked recognition. But just as things were getting interesting and just as the queen straightened in her seat, Brius was quickly stepping forward with a datapad clutched in his hand, which she immediately took.<br><br>The asari frowned as she read what was presented to her. Then another member of her crew presented a stepped forward with another datapad, and whispered something briefly against her ear. Aria scowled. And then she narrowed her eyes and tightened her lips. Soon Ipako became <em>less</em> interesting and the data streams coming in required her utmost attention.<br><br>Ashton shifted her weight from foot to foot, awkwardly holding Ipako and his bow-wrapped brow. She looked at her team, shrugged her shoulders, and decided to free her hands by releasing the Batarian and letting his body slump back to the ground.<br><br>When Aria returned her attention to the group, she looked less than pleased even after several minutes had passed by.<br><br>“It’s uncanny, that the moment you two show up on my doorstep trouble seeps out of the crevices.”<br><br>Ashton kept her mouth shut for the moment, but she couldn’t help stealing a glance over at Luus, brow arching in question. <em>What kind of trouble did you bring?</em><br><br>“I know who you have there. We can get into the specifics of how I feel about <em>that</em> after you answer my very simple question.” Before Ashton or Luus could speak, however, Aria pointed split fingers at the pair. “No. I want the both of you to shut up, I already know what you’ll say. <em>You.</em>”<br><br>She pointed directly to Jackiro without turning her gaze.<br><br>“Tell me, Salarian: what brings two fully-crewed spectres onto my station?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 23:53:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> Red Team </span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15736704#msg15736704)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 23rd, Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Combat Armour, in Black.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Dock<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Observing Guests<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus, Ashton, Ipako, Pix, Aria's Envoys, Aria.<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jackiro watched, as he was wont to do. He observed the way Aria's gaze lingered on Luus, and Ashton, and then even a pleasant moment when their gazes lingered. He wouldn't pretend the Asari was unattractive, and he almost felt himself preen slightly at the look, as if once again he was where he meant to be. Soon enough, Aria's gaze moved to their payload, taking in Pix's fear with a sneer and no small amount of delight before being...taken aback by Ipako.<br><br>Ipako's reaction was curious, but also a good one for the crew. It wasn't a pleasant sort of familiarity , which meant the plan was still very much live. <br><br>Sadly, the Asari was distracted by an influx of new data. Jackiro cursed not being in the loop, if only because his own curiosity stabbed like daggers in the face of this new quandary. His overclocked mind cogitated and commutated at the alarming speed a Salarian's could, trying to pick out what might have happened. He was slightly worried that the other team might be the root cause, but there were no guns pointed at them yet. That was a positive.<br><br>Aria's focus fell back upon him, and she directed her questions to him briefly. He paused, weighing up his options. Lying was his first instinct, but that was snuffed by her apparent insider knowledge of their crew. She probably didn't know the whole truth, or Arcus wouldn't really be counted as a full-fledged Spectre right now. That was good to pocket as a note.<br><br>When lies are impossible, a curated version of the truth becomes the best way to manage a risky situation. “Our prime objective is simple: Virus ravaging Citadel, fungal in nature, targeting Human, Salarian, and possibly other species. Specifically ineffective against Biotics. Followed information trail, led to Moon where we confronted these two.” He paused, gesturing at Ipako and Pix. “Current trail leads here. Krogan admitted was getting work from 'Anonymous source' here, using your boards. If trail stops at Omega, then Council will assume large-scale biological attack was fault of Omega. Hoping to find next breadcrumb, so as to lead angry Council eyes – and Salarian Armadas – away from your domain; your profit margin. Hoped you would be amenable to idea. If not willing to offer aid, at least offer blessing; although sooner we get out of your hair, better for business I assume.”<br><br>He had left out a lot of details. Not mentioning Arcus' condition, or the nature of Viella's snap promotion, or their expert crew on the ship; or the overarching mission and time-crunch that they were on; and certainly not that there was another team out in Omega, kicking stones and seeing what moved.<br><br>“Oh, also, Both prisoners part of Blood Pack; recruiting ugly new species with long teeth. In case that helps.” That last nugget was mostly a way for Aria to have an obvious target for her likely sizable wrath. No one liked being played with, and the Blood Pack were playing with Aria's wealth and her business. The Salarian admired the brutal efficacy that the fear for this woman inspired in others. It was hard not to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 04:03:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div> <br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/8Dp8AqQ.jpg)</div> <br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div> <br>For a short time Aria said nothing, but the weight of her gaze never once left the salarian’s face. He may have remained carefully blank, yet the asari seemed to see something she found telling, and her smirk began to grow. Maybe it was his mention of the Citadel turning eyes towards her station? Maybe the idea of the council daring to make such accusations was a charming fantasy? The asari said nothing to confirm or deny Jackiro’s thoughts and projections, but she did lower her arm so that she might weave it with its twin beneath her breasts.<br><br>“Is that so?”<br><br>The smirk never once left her face, but Aria seemed to have made some decision and turned her back on the team as the silence stretched between them. Now her keen gaze was looking out over the dance floor below, very much the matriarch in control of the situation. Aria turned her head only to whisper something to Brius, who nodded once and quickly left for the stairs. Her follow-up nod to the other asari had the commando pulling up her omni tool and typing away, seemingly knowing what to do without verbal communication.<br><br>“You owe me a job,” Aria said without turning around. “You want my ‘blessing’? You have to earn it. I think you’re suitable for the task; but just in case I’ll send a few allies along the way. Everyone knows how ‘delicate’ salarians and humans can be, after all.” The pause amplified her growing amusement, but she still didn’t turn around to face them. “Consider it my olive branch, so long as you please me I won't beat you with it.”<br><br>The hanar floated forward again, bobbing in his formal way while illuminating warmly with his pleasant hum. “This one will have the honor to guide you.”<br><br>When the asari turned around, she was grinning with just her eyes. “We can talk more about Ipako and the krogan, when you return.” Sitting down, she wiggled into her favorite spot and crossed one leg over the other, dismissing them with a single nod of her chin.<br>&nbsp;<br>Apparently, the ‘what’ of their job wouldn’t be forthcoming from her own lips, and would only be delivered when their guide thought it prudent. The hanar moved back down the stairs and picked up the conversation where he left off the last time; droning on and on about Omega and how it has thrived under Aria’s rule. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 02:41:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JYvwECP.png)</div> <div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/3vXikDC.png)</div> <br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210623/d0f03486659ec7ae1fa1e0cfb1b4f721.png) (https://fontmeme.com/fonts/daggersquare-font/)</div> <br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Industrial center of Omega, where the eezo processing plants are stored. The conditions of this district aren't exactly livable, and it isn't uncommon for some sectors to be exposed directly to a hard vacuum. The Blood pack call this district their own, but it's a scrap of Omega that not even the most desperate of varren would fight for.</span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 04:04:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<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>&nbsp;<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>&nbsp;<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>&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 05:33:37</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/10/87/c7/1087c735e908a9ac878fcc1a59df086a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Telari "Tel" Veran (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15864758#msg15864758)<br><strong>Race:</strong>Turian<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Mercenary<br><strong>Date:</strong> December 23rd, 2174 CE<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tuhi District<br><strong>Content:</strong> Troubled turian drinking on the job<br><strong>Tag:</strong> NPC Merc, Open<br><br><hr><br>Arriving on the scene, Telari was taken aback at the grisly nature of what she was seeing. The smell was the worst part to her. She'd seen enough bodies to not be concerned with even the most grisly of the remains, but the smell of the explosives...and the bodies...<br><br>"Spirits," Telari swore, taking a long drink from her flask. "Aria, what the fuck? Was this part of what you wanted to happen, or are you losing your touch?" She didn't care about her flippant tone. Aria wasn't there, now was she? Maybe someone would report back to Aria that Telari had dared to say something slightly negative about their glorious leader, but Telari doubted it. She also doubted that Aria would do anything about it. Other than maybe take her flask again. <em>Maybe I should keep my mouth shut, just in case. I'm running out of flasks.</em> <br><br>Seeing the krogan with the turians and what looked like a victim of the blast, at least to Telari, she considered approaching them briefly, but shook her head slightly. Instead, she made an effort to seem professional as she approached the barricade. Without making any effort to cross the barrier, lest she be shot, the turian attempted to try to determine where the blast had originated, pacing in front of the barrier as she considered the various possibilities for what happened, and who was responsible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 04:23:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Freelance <del>Thief</del> Treasure Hunter<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 23rd, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> &nbsp;Tactical Outfit (https://i.imgur.com/hgjUot9.png)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong> Tuhi District<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Boom goes the dynamite?<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Telari, Goons?<br><br><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center"> &nbsp;___________________________________________________________ </div><br>Unito wasn’t really easy to surprise, she kept her cool reasonably well which helped her work under pressure. It was also almost a requirement when working for Aria who liked to under-share and over-ask. She suspected that some day one of the jobs from Aria would involve being blindfolded, dropped into a random location on the station, and told to find her way back to the Afterlife by sense of smell alone. Aria would probably record it for her own amusement or something. So when Unito came upon the scene of abject destruction and mayhem she wasn’t too surprised at what she saw. It appeared to her that the metrics of her mission had been altered slightly.<br><br>“Now now,” Unito responded to Telari’s out-loud thoughts, “you know what they say: ’nothing happens on Omega that Aria doesn’t want to have happen’,” she said to the Turian, hooking her fingers in the air to emphasize the quotation marks.<br><br>“Good to see you again, got dragged into this too, huh?” she commented to Telari, though she didn’t wait for a reply, “hmmm, maybe we should go say hello…” she quickly added as she spied the small group standing around the dumpster.<br><br>Without waiting for a reply from the Turian she quickly hopped the small barricade and took a few steps closer to the Krogan with the cigar and his two other Turians, “Looks like your friend there has had a few drinks too many. You the ones we’re here to meet?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Omega }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>29-06-2021, 04:52:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/1507018061.dracovarus_smaller_version.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Red Team</span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 23rd, December 2174 CE - Early Morning<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Omega Docks<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Playing Escort<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Red Team, Unito | Mentioning Telari<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Aria was as pleasant and accommodating as ever--though in his heart of hearts he had to admit that her whole shtick always got him thinking about the previous times she all but demanded a meet 'in private.' A dominating personality all around, that one. Dammit, he was doing it again. <br><br>With a cavalier wave and a wink, he'd leave the ruler of Omega to her heaps of business, already knowing that there wasn't much talking left to do. He'd expected a quest to go on if they wanted to operate on the asteroid--let alone if they wanted a favor, even a quid pro quo one. So he followed the floating jelly onward toward the Tuhi district, blocking out nearly everything he said in favor of using his pleasant humming voice as white noise. There was something pleasant about the hanar overall, he found. Maybe it was the way they hovered, the way they spoke, or the echoes of their voices. Either way, he enjoyed the company, even if this one's words went better unheard.<br><br>Then, they reached the district, saw the mayhem and destruction and--<br><br>"Spirits give me strength..." One might think for a second that he was overwhelmed by the violence of this place--exhausted utterly by it--but one would be easily proven wrong after seeing where his gaze lingered. The drell of pretty colors and a demeanor as confidently cavalier as his own. He wasted no time in approaching her, and in doing so, the other three turians and the krogan she stood near. "Unito. Why am I not surprised you're still about and operating? Most people would probably wanna lay low after last time."
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