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

Yossari leaned forward a tad, glancing into the mirror as he splashed water over his face. Last night given into a couple rounds of drinking, and while the stuff at the local bar was nothing more than water-downed swill it still did a pretty decent job at getting one drunk...as the pounding in his skull would attest too. The visage on the other end stared back, a man in his mid-twenties who wouldn't seem out of place in such a sea of scum and coruption. Light gray eyes, dark bags hanging beneath them a mop of raven hair, seemingly having never touched a comb pale skin, it'd having been at least a year since he'd been planet side. The darkness of space was his home now, and really Yossari couldn't think of a more welcoming place. Unlike Earth, and the ever growing scrutiny of its law enforcement, in space no one gave much of a damn if you overstepped your boundaries just a tad. Especially in a hellhole like Omega. The clock is ticking, I think we should really move spots, The voice from the back of the apartment, from Tarkus. The Turian had set himself up at the modification table, and though most of his attention was focused on fixing up one of the guns he still had time to offer Yossari yet another fair warning. The young man would offer a sigh in response, not even bothering to give the Turian a look as he dried off his face. There are probably hundreds of other people like us on this station, maybe even thousands. If she's really looking for us, it's going to take her a damn long time to scrounge through all the others first. And like I said, nothing wrong with a bit of bad publicity, Even with his back turned, Yossari could almost feel the Turian's eye 'narrowing' just a tad, his next words laced with an evergrowing trace of annoyance, Aria isn't like the crimelords back on Earth, boy. Even York would've known better than to screw with her, The human's eyebrows furrowed, the man finally looking back over his shoulder, Can we keep Dad out of this? Seriously, I've got this under control. She wo- He wouldn't get a chance to finish that sentence as a loud, forceful knock came from the apartment door. Yossari went quiet, and offering Tarkus only the briefest look the young man slowly approached the door and pulled it open. He was met with a barrel to the face. The gun was aimed right at his forehead, barely even wavering as the owner spoke. We're here to search the premise, On the other end of the weapon stood a single human, two more trailing behind him. His finger was already on the trigger, and a single squeeze would be enough to leave Yossari without a head. You're going to do what I say, or else you're going to make a certain Asari very unhappy, Fuck yo- A bolt of pain shot through his jaw, his vision growing blurry as he was thrown back onto the ground. What was that, you little piece of shit? The gun back up against his face now, the man's scarred face showing only annoyance as he jammed the barrel against his forehead, ...you know, you seem like the sort who'd fuck with Aria. You've got that sorta... Despite gun barrel taking up most of his view, Yossari was still able to keep at least a partial on eye on Tarkus. Unfortunately, the Turian wasn't in much better shape...the mercenary's cronies were holding the old man up. He wouldn't be coming to rescue, and not to mention the rest of their little gang were well out of earshot. ...that sorta...blah, screw it, you look goddamn stupid alright? You look goddamn stupid, By this point, Yossari could almost feel the heat of the barrel. Even still, that didn't keep him from making one more stupid little quip. Looks like that makes tw- He didn't get a chance to finish that, as once again the pistol struck him...this time the young man getting knocked cold. Rising to his feet, taking a moment to spit on the unconscious Yossari's face, the mercenary looked towards the others. Get Anto on the comms, I think we've found our men, -- It was near midnight by the time the three managed to reach their destination, near the outer area of the slums. Their transport hovered nearby, both human and turian out cold in trunk. They'd sent Anto the message, telling him about their find and where to meet. Here was to hoping he'd show up soon.