I think that some of you might be hesitant to download an *.odt file, some of you may not even know what that is. (It’s a file created by libreoffice, more specifically librewriter, a MicroSoft Office alternative. )
So, I’m just gonna cut and paste. Enjoy.
the Ulysses set down, Nico sighed. Omega, home to some of the
universe’s biggest thugs, criminals, and gangs. If you wanted
something that you couldn’t find otherwise, Omega was where you
went. From red sand, to hilium (grey sand, distium) (drug that
causes you to become catatonic), to weapons, to explosives, to
information, and to people. It was at the edges of civilized space,
and it showed.
he and May got off the ship, they saw the binary nature that was
Omega. Right next to extremely nice places, were extremely shitty
places. Right across the street from massive hotels that catered to
exclusive clientele, were slums. Everywhere they looked, they saw
disparity. Rich people in their exclusive towers, and the poorest of
the poor. What amazed Nico & May was that there weren’t
revolutions in the streets.
already knew the problem. Rich people don’t think of themselves as
rich. Rich people just think of themselves as middle class, no
matter where they started. Everybody else just needed to pull
themselves up, by whatever means necessary. Only Aria ruled Omega
with a cold blue steel fist. Whatever she couldn’t get with melee,
she would get with guns. And she was a master at getting street
justice, no matter what airs she put on. And Aria didn’t like
anybody taking shit from her pockets, and she had a piece of
everything on Omega.
finally decided on an accounting place, a place where Tima used to
work. A front for a sham. “We’ll buy all of your used titles!
Need some extra credits? Sell your titles!” What they didn’t
tell you was that they were more than ready to sell you into slavery,
either to the Batarians or the “good” type, on Asari worlds.
didn’t learn much at Cred4Titles. They did learn that Tima
frequented a bar in one of the worst neighborhoods on Omega.
relaxed in her special seat, as Nico walked in. She took a long sip
through her pressurazation chamber. Sure, it look like a straw. It
was atually a complex series of pressurazation chambers. After
all, volus did live in a pressure greater than that of most species.
A lot greater.
stepped into the bar, and immediately scanned it. He spotted only
one Volus. Tima. He recognized him by red stripe going down the
center of his helmet, and green lights behind the eyes.
Nico said, as he and Mila sat down.
do you want?”
on now, that’s no way to treat a guy who busted you.”
no friend of mine. As a matter of fact”
okay,” Nico said interrupting him. “Well, lets put it this
way. I need information, and I think you’ve got it.”
is one of the most deadly things in the known universe.” He took
another sip, and emptied glass. He looked down at the bottom of the
ice filled glass. He took another pull at the straw, making a
gurgling sound. He shook the glass when he was finished.
“Information is costly.”
got 2,000 credits. Whether your information pans out or not.”
The same terms.”
You haven’t even asked me what I wanna know yet.”
set the glass down on the table. “Fine. What do you wanna know?”
hear about the bombing on the Citadel?”
Hah. You wanna know who’s behind it.” He said it as a
statement. That’s gonna be about 40,000
Why so much?”
have to look out for myself. If tell you and an info broker at the
same time, I can charge you both. But this… this is special. Very
secretive, and extremely concise. Only the best hackers and very few
people have knowledge of it.”
pushed the glass away from him. “But if I tell you, and then tell
the info broker, that would make me a target of the shadow broker and
the people responsible.” He
put his palms on the bar, “Not
a very good strategy, do you think?”
sat stonefaced. “But if you just tell me, then that will limit
I’ve gotta cover my tracks.
won’t be easy.”
The bartender brought Tima another drink. He took
the empty glass as he left. He
seemed to relax. He
his drink sloppily,
some spilled. He settled into himself and sat back.
didn’t have that much. He sat there with a dejected look on his
just want to find out who killed my mother. I don’t care what it
costs. Tell us what you know, you’ll get your money,” Mila said.
She sat forward, as if to double down on her point. “Spill it.”
swirling the ice around his glass, started out slowly. “Well,”
he paused, and put his glass down. “Can I get a guarantee that you
won’t send me back to jail?”
was honestly surprised by the question. If Tima knew about the
bombing, he surely knew about Nico getting forcibly retired? “Uhh,
I was canned because of the bombing. I’ve gotta find this guy to
clear my name and receive my pension.”
just want to see the fucker who did this pay.” Added Mila. She
inched up in her seat, obviously eager to hear who did this.
finished his drink. “Here’s what I know,” he said in a hushed
voice. “There’s a female Batarian who I was in jail with.
Council races have no idea what sex we VolClan are. I think it has
something to do with what color our environmental suits are.”
I mean, I knew that they were still around, but I thought that they
were destroyed during the Reaper War? I
mean, I thought their numbers were in the thousands?”
fact, so common, it is almost a joke,” as the bartender brought him
another drink. He waited for the bartender to leave before
continuing. “No, the Batarians had several worlds before the
Reaper invasion. Some say that they rivaled the asari for economic
greatness, others say that this was held up by the slave labor that
the Batarians held. Remove that slave labor, and a pillar has
fallen. Ufortunately for the batarians, it was a main pillar.”
any rate, they had many worlds. Enael
was one of those worlds. While the rest of Batarian space was
decimated, Enael held out. They did so by electing a guerrilla
strategy, ya know? Hit them where they are weakest, run from where
they are the strongest. Or bomb them.”
what I understand, they were on the brink of starvation, exhaustion,
they were running out of ammo, when the reaper war ended.”
Said Nico, he turned to look at Mila. “You know about any of
mentioned a female.” Without turning her gaze from Tima.
getting there, I’ve gotta give you a history lesson, though.” He
sipped his drink, which was empty again. He
raised his hand to catch the bartender’s attention, and pointed at
his drink. The bartender brought over another one. “Keep ‘em
gonna be at least 200 credits. Added on top of the 800 you already
owe.” The human bartender said, matter of factly. “You ain’t
got that much.”
was quiet for a moment. Tima
looked embarrassed, at least as embarrassed as one can look in an
slapped down a credit chit. “He’s good for it.” Nico
wondered where she ha pulled it from, much less where she was
shitting all this cash.
so Enael survived the Reaper war. But one worlds when the asari,
humans, turians, salarians, have dozens a piece.” He slurped his
drink. “The numbers just didn’t stack up. Batarian relations
with the Citadel and the Council weren’t great to begin with. And
they got a lot worse after. They elected an batarian extremist.”
bartender who was washing glasses, left.
ever hear of Balak? Fought
with Shepard a couple’a years before the Reaper War.”
him. “Well, Balak came from Enael… Just to give you an idea
of the kinds of people that you’re dealing with.”
had heard about enough, “The female… Now.”
is Navalic,” he continued. “She was the wife
the leader. She
got busted smuggling explosives. Maybe
for a job like the one you’re after. All I know is that it must’ve
been one hell of a lot of explosives, and they were military grade,
for the time she got.”
leaned forward, “Batarian?”
oh yeah. Do you know wha”
was all he managed to get out before the shot rang out. Nico and
Mila both ducked for cover.