Thread: Haven in Hell (Atroxa & WorldEater)

The streets before him were a crowded mess as he moved through with a purpose. He, a blue glint within the sea of muddy browns and gray, stood out from the crowds. Though there were others that had weapons on them, even some holding out their guns as menacingly as they could, the Turians cleanliness and professionalism gave him an air of self-importance and diligence. Funny, his job wasnt as important as he made himself out to be. Turians were said to enjoy being head in the cloud military types, but he never got to be that way. Daelic had always been an orphan and when he was forcefully enlisted into the army, he got to see what it meant to be a part of the hierarchy. That was when he had gotten his tattoos, but unfortunately for him, this change of look had not stopped the insults, only what words he would hear venomously spit out at him like bullets from a gun. So he got a gun himself and trained and trained and trained . . . And then he left for Omega. He had made his choice two years ago and he could still remember the bitter taste in his mouth as he left his military service. Turians had always talked of public service and self-sacrifice, but the way he saw it, how could he sacrifice something he never had. Turian honor and the idea of equating self with group had been something that could never sit right with him when he was constantly ridiculed by said group. What people were they to be associated with when they simply shrugged him off like the dirt that stained their clothes. Daelic still remembered every word he had muttered to himself when he left for Omega and, frankly, it wasnt any better here than there, but at least he wasnt being told to fall in line because of some bullshit principle. With the Blue Sons, it was more follow orders or die, which was something he could at least respect. Still, the Turian had quite the journey coming to this point, what with all the odd jobs and merc trials he faced. When he passed through to full on membership, he thought he was going to be put into something big or at least substantial. NOPE! That wasnt going to be the case for a long time and, even two years after the fact, he was still trying to do something interesting. Daelic wasnt the type to get bored on the job, but to say that he was thrilled to be where he was had to be an understatement. Patrol was a boredom driven task to say the least and the only difficult part of it would have been to keep vigilant through the monotony. That meant keeping watch and paying attention, something that Daelic had trouble doing when he knew he could have been at least escorting a stash of extra sensitive cargo or taking out a certain target. The whole debacle with Archangel had now reached a critical mass, so much so that he had been tasked with keeping patrols around area where the other Blue Suns were setting up their ambush. He was the only one that was supposed to be in full gear, every other member putting on a disguise and what not. The plan called for him to put Archangels group in a false sense of security and lead them into an area where they could be taken out quickly and easily. Unfortunately, they seemed to be taking a long time because none of the others had given him the signal to start moving. In other words, he was some fat bait with a gun and a sign telling his targets to shoot me! That didnt sit right with him, obviously. Sighing, Daelic stretched his neck left and right as he looked around. Even when he really did pull his attention from the signal, there wasnt much that could hold his attention. The district had been chosen due to its lack of overall pizzazz, allowing for him to get noticed as well as helping his group notice the vigilantes try following him. Passing by a mirror, he glanced at it and tried to groom himself for the act. The white tattoos he had given himself was still there, the three pronged shape that lined his brow and the middle of his forehead almost looking like a hand clenching down on him. He had thought that adding more white to his pale gray face plate would add to his look as well. Most of his upper mouth and his nose was covered in the stuff and the tattooist had the decency to mark his tendrils as well. It should have been a nice look correction, it was a nice look, but the others back then still had to continue calling him other things. Before his tattoos, it had been barefaced orphan. After that, it was white stained idiot. A small surge of rage re-entered his head at this point and thus, he never did notice a certain human come around to steal his credit chit. Daelic only noticed when he looked towards something that caught his eye, a dextro-street food stand. The broiling meat had caught his attention and when he reached for his pocket, he felt a hand slip into his pocket and take his money. Pulling around, he tried eyeing the area for the thief only to hear a crackle in his omni-tool. Its the kid, with the weird hair and tats over her body. Right coat pocket with her hand. Daelic smirked, recognizing the voice, Remind me to get you a drink, Gorric. A chuckle replied back as the Batarians low voice bantered back, You should get your chit first, before you make promises like that. Nodding, Daelic pushed his way towards the human, trying to sneak up on her as best as possible. Right as she was about to turn the corner, he grabbed her right hand, pulling out both his credit chit and the sinister hand that had done the deed. Heres some advice for you, human, he began as he smugly moved his mandibles downward in a Turian smile, you should tone down the fur if you wanna steal from someone.