𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭
𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

Cherk Sab hadn’t been very helpful.

After all, how could he be? Not safe to spew what he knew over a long-distance call. And what little he [i]did[/i] know wasn’t exactly helpful. It was always important to keep a trail, but this time around he was rushed by his employer. It was a time sensitive job that paid well (too well, in hindsight), so he was forced to forego his usual obsessive background check. Whoever had hired him was cleverer than most of his standard patrons, but at the very least he made sure to track down the cretin’s address. Now it was just a matter of hitching a ride across Omega to knock on her door.

A couple of calls later and the volus was out the door, waddling through the crowded station to meet with a colleague who’d give him a lift. The volus kept his eyes open, watching the folk around him as he watched for any signs of an attempt on his life. Could never be too careful here on Omega, especially when you were about to hit the front of the extranet yourself. On his side hung his trusted executioner, surprisingly innocuous all things considered. Standard fare on this lawless asteroid, but also a huge red flag for anyone looking to hassle him.

[i]At least I’m getting out of the house.[/i]

Cherk’s thoughts were narrow and concentrated, matching his footwork as he continued down the bustle. He approached a shuttle bearing familiar markings and gave a carefully timed two knocks to the driver before hopping into the passenger seat. The two didn’t talk – this was a business meeting, not a personal outing – but the ride passed quickly as it made its way to the Fumi District. It wasn’t a part of Omega that Cherk visited regularly, so he made sure to load a map up on his omnitool, taking the quick download time to look out the window and get a glimpse of the huge facility.

Cherk quite liked the layout of Omega, but tonight he was just worried that he might spot a rocket headed toward him. That rocket, of course, never came.
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𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 - 𝐅𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭
	𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Though he was thankful, he caught himself thinking that whoever had blown that luxury liner to smithereens probably hadn’t thought this far ahead. He chased the thoughts down with a snide, [i]Sloppy work[/i]. Cherk kept his eyes open as he waddled out of the shuttle with his Batarian chauffeur, a former slaver turned – well, a current slaver, just working for the right people this time. Cherk’s respirator sounded as he pulled up an address to punch into his map.

[quote]Culi Hen
2145 Lead Road, Apt. 678
Zumi District[/quote]

Staring down at the thing, he couldn’t help but think that the name was fake. He wasn’t too familiar with Asari culture, but Culi Hen sounded too made up to him. Maybe he was just reading into things a bit too much, but he was too short on time to really dig his fingers into things. Regardless of whether it was real or fake, this was who hired him, and so he had to bag her for questioning. “Odham, get your nets ready. I’ll go in first, see if I can get her to come along quiet.” The volus’s tone was strictly professional, and he saved his breath for the end of the sentence.

Cherk buzzed the residence once, and when he was greeted by the face of an Elcor his guard shot up. “Hello, I’m looking for a…” Cherk pretended he was checking a list, as if he hadn’t spent the last ten minutes memorizing a name as he tried to get through the streets of this unfamiliar District, “Culi Hen?” His respirator squeaked as he looked back to the Elcor answering the buzz. “With frustration: One second.” The face on the other end flared as the Elcor exhaled before walking off and mumbling something in the background. In a few short moments, the Asari popped up on screen. “Yeah what is – oh shit.” Her eyes recognized the volus, and he shifted to the side uneasily. “There seems to have been an issue with payment processing, and my omnitool is on the fritz, so I figured I’d drop by to discuss options.” His respirator, again, squeaked, almost as if it was trying to play up the unassuming nature of the volus. However, it didn’t take much for an Omega resident to detect the threat in his words.

Luckily, the Asari buzzed him in anyways.

As the volus wandered into the building, he shot off a quick message to Odham,

[indent] Care – Unidentified Elcor. [/indent]

Cherk hopped into an elevator and passed the time by messaging a few of his guild members on Galaxy of Fantasy. Just the usual banter followed by a couple of more technically inclined directions to secure some loot later. Schedules meant that only a few people would be on, so a part of him felt obligated to get his job done quick so he could hop on and help them. Upon arriving at the door to the apartment, Cherk made sure to dust himself off enough to look presentable. He practiced a few openers before extending his hand to ring the residents inside and stood suspiciously still as he waited.

A few more moments later, and the door opened to the Elcor from earlier. He marched out of the apartment rather abruptly and continued going until he was gone. Cherk’s respirator sighed in relief, but on the inside, he was trying to figure out how to quickly get a message to someone to follow him out. Anybody could be in on it, and it would have been unfortunate to let someone worm out of his grasp. He quickly pulled up his omnitool and shot off a message to his Batarian companion, typing it out so fast that it was riddled with typos. 

Now, that simply wouldn’t do. Each recursive attempt to correct it at the same speed only ended in failure, and after the third or fourth time, he resorted to starting the message over to make sure it came across clearly. By the time he was done, the Asari from earlier was giving him an impatient look, and he was sure that he was being overly suspicious. His respirator sounded in the awkward silence as he looked up to her.

“Sorry, had to send a message to someone on Galaxy of Fantasy. Do you play?”

It was the least suspicious thing he could think to say.

“So, what’s this about payment? Could we get this over with quick, I sent my friend to grab some food and I’d like you to be gone by the time he gets back.”

“Ah, I was hoping that maybe you could come down to discuss the details with my associates and I in the Carrd District. We’ve completed the job and –”

“Well, I don’t have the money yet. Could I swing by tomorr-”

Cherk’s hand hovered down near his trusted Executioner, and his tone turned a bit more serious at the mention of no money. He wasn’t as displeased as he let on, but he figured it’d be a good excuse to kidnap her. Couldn’t much do anything about it in Omega anyhow. But really, he just liked playing up the threats. And maybe he was a bit touchy about the money. Just a bit, honest.
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𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭
	𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐭

Culi Hen’s real name was Halixse Sedeeri, and her Elcor friend was named Carrlon. They’d both put up rather miniscule fights (though, truthfully, it had been Odham who’d scrapped with the Elcor, and it had also been him who’d helped bring haul him into an interrogation room – well, really, that one was a combined effort from a few folks he had to call in for assistance). Everything they said seemed to point to the fact that they didn’t have any real idea to what was going on, they’d been paid off by someone else to request the job, and the poor bozos didn’t even remember the name of their own employer. Halixse was high out of her mind, and Carrlon was either putting on one hell of an act, or he was truly just that absent minded. Cherk didn’t know which possibility was more frustrating.

Interrogation wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but he was determined to get something more tangible out of the two. The past hour or so had been exciting, but more importantly, it had meant that he hadn’t had a chance to check his omnitool for a while. He had a few messages from higher ups, a few job requests, and more importantly, frantic requests for him to hop onto Galaxy of Fantasy. The volus lamented the fact that he’d let things get so out of hand, but he figured he’d get to them later. Except the messages from higher up – he had to get to those right away.

Mostly small things – “Oh, did you finish adding up those numbers yet?”, “I’ll put a hole in your suit and watch you squirm if you don’t hurry up with those numbers.”, “I heard you play Galaxy of Fantasy.”, “You really shouldn’t be playing games while you’re supposed to be sorting numbers.”, “SERIOUSLY, IF YOU DON’T FINISH THOSE NUMBERS SOON I’LL FEED YOU TO A KROGAN.” – just the usual chit-chat among frustrated clientele. One did stand out though, something about a job offer that he couldn’t refuse (this time from a source he knew was good). It was low stakes, needed a team that could get it done quick, etc. etc. Cherk glanced it over and shot a response to the sender, confirming that he had a team that could take it on, all he needed were the details.
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[quote][b]To:[/b] Ardan Parvius, Cheyenne Jung, Khosin Grathe Sedgoroh, Kori’andh nar Chayym, Kyo Zhang, Naryxa Kesir, Zaash Gakkez
[b]From:[/b] Cherk Sab
[b]Title:[/b] Update on the Incident at New Syrtis

Hello all,

Unfortunately, it seems that we were hired through a proxy. Luckily, we’ve detained our proxy along with a potential accomplice, so we should have a reliable lead soon. I was hoping to get this out of the way sooner, but we’ll have to wait until their systems are clean to see if they’re a bit more clearheaded. If you’d like to ask them questions yourself, please feel free. We currently have a small villa of sorts located in the Carrd District if you need lodging for the next few days. It is rare that a mission goes this sour, and I’d like to apologize for not vetting it properly. It was a time-sensitive gig that offered an unrealistic amount of money, something which would have been too good to pass up.

I’m sure that you all have your suspicions (wise, especially in this part of the galaxy), but I can assure you I had nothing to do with this incident. Unfortunately, we will most likely not be receiving payment for this job, so as a gesture of good will, I have forwarded each of you your share of 1/10th of the funds we were promised from my own pocket. That works out to roughly 1666 Credits for each of you, with the remainder being set aside for Kori’andh, whose share I have transferred to the appropriate individuals.
Additionally, seeing as how I did hire you for a mission as opposed to a framing, I would also like to extend another offer to you. I will forward it to those of you still interested in working with me as soon as the details are passed along to me.

Again, there is relatively safe lodging here if you need somewhere to lay low while this whole ordeal blows by, and I would recommend coming down regardless of whether you have something worked out somewhere else.

Sincerest apologies,
Cherk Sab[/quote]