Thread: Savior and Saved (Atroxa & Banthefoxsin)

See more Omega was about one of the seediest and most dangerous places you could find in the galaxy and the only people who were there willingly were generally criminals or mercs. Everyone else, the little people who were just trying to get by, were only still there because they couldnt afford to escape. And there were a lot of them, poor unfortunate souls who had to suffer the abuse of those with more power and money. Making an honest living was nearly impossible, being a good person would get you killed, so most people had no choice but to resort to whatever methods they had to in order to survive. Tamsin was one of the few people on this station who actually tried to stay honest, which she credited mostly to her parents. Even despite them dying she was trying to stay true to all the effort theyd made her entire life to be honest, good people. It had seemed like it might actually work too, but in the end Omega had won, and now they were dead. Tamsin was left alone, which she had never been before, and trying to survive. She didnt know how her parents had done it for so long. She was a very pretty young woman, beautiful even, and the number of offers shed gotten to be a stripper, or even a prostitute, since being essentially dumped from the nest was outrageous. Even more outrageous was the money that she could make doing that, but There was one thing that her parents had taught her that kept her from it, not her morals or humility, but the fact that all it took was selling yourself once, and Omega owned you. Not her. Tamsin was going to get off this rock, and in order to do that and be left intact when she did leave, she was going to have to do it the old fashioned way. So she worked as much as she could at a bar not too far from her apartment, called The Red Tag, as a waitress and whatever else they needed, saving up money as much as she could on top of what her parents had left her. The bar never actually closed, Omega had no day and no night, it never slept, but she did, so when her shift finally ended Tamsin headed home, feeling dirty and exhausted. Her long blonde hair, a genetic rarity these days, was pulled back in a pony tail out of her face, green eyes tired, still wearing her work clothes, a knee length black skirt and a v-neck blue t-shirt. A lot of the girls at work wore far showier clothes, Tamsin only made herself wear something that showed this much cleavage and skin so she got better tips. She got felt up and harassed enough even just with this relatively modest style, she didnt want to think about what it would be like if she wore some of the stuff her coworkers did. Even walking home she could feel eyes on her, she was young, pretty, alone. Tamsin kept a gun in her purse and had had a taser installed into her omni tool, she wasnt stupid after all, and shed had to use both. This was Omega, there was only rule, and that was not to fuck with Aria, if you werent her you were free game. And batarian slavers loved to snatch people if given the chance, and there were other predators out there. So Tamsin walked quickly and kept her eyes down, hoping that if she ignored everyone else, they would just leave her alone.