Thread: Prodding the Dragon (Between Aria T'Loak and SuperSrs)

Yossari could hear the man's heart pounding against his chest, could see the beads of sweat dribbling down his forehead. His fear was palpable, and it grew all the more apparent as the Turian's fingers slowly began to loosen around his ankle. He was going to have a change of heart, that the criminal knew. Soon, he was going to start holding his own life over that bitch of a boss's. It was only a matter of time... Listen buddy, He moved forward, leaning against the rail as a pair of dark gray eyes settled over dangling man. His poker face wasn't bad, especially for someone who had a couple dozen feet of air between his fragile little skull and rock solid ground. Not like it wasn't going to do him any good though. ...I'm not interested in making the street cleaner's job anymore difficult than it has to be. You listen to what I have to say, and no one's going to have to be cleaning anyone's guts off the sidewalk come tomorrow, The man squirmed, the blood rushing to his head as he glared daggers at the Yossari. Do you have ANY idea who Aria is, you cocky little brat? The rage seeped from his voice, pushing away the fear for a brief second, Or are you just some Earthborn piece of trash who thinks he knows everything? A slight, admittedly somewhat smug, smile curled upwards onto the arms dealer's face as he regarded the man, ...guilty as charged, You don't FUCK with Aria, He seethed, teeth bared like a wild animal ready to chomp down, She gets a piece of everything, legal or otherwise. That includes your shitty little weapon business- That was enough to make a Yossari's nose wrinkle, a small scowl darkening his features as his eyes narrowed. Shitty ? Really? Well then. -You pay her a piece of your profits, or else your going to wish you were in my position. She'll hunt you down, and gut you like a goddamn fis- Unfortunately, the man wasn't going to get a chance to finish his cute little threat... Drop him, Tarkus, ...because he was suddenly screaming for his life. It didn't last long, however, a sickening crunch signalling the end of it all. Not the way he would've preferred to end it, but oh well. Sometimes that was the way the cookie crumbled. Pulling away from the railing, he motioned for the barefaced Turian and the few guards he'd brought with him to follow. They'd need to hurry, as while this part of the slums was usually deserted the young man didn't want to stay any longer than needed. Someone was going to discover the body, and really he didn't want to be around when that happened. You do know that we just made a very big mistake, The Turian, Tarkus, spoke. The older alien was looking down at Yossari, his scarred features and single good eye focused upon the young man. He'd be met with only a brief shrug. You blew the first one's head off two days ago, and now we just sent another plummeting to his death. Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't been shot out an airlock just yet, I'm not going to complain if we piss her off, Replied the arms dealer, brushing a strand , ...no such thing as bad publicity, right? I'm sure she has more enemies than friends, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind being well-armed either, He was met only with a sigh. Replying in kind, the young man turned away. They still had a ways until they got back to their 'HQ', located farther back into slums.