[b]Abrax K'Dom - Omega[/b]

"Oh c'mon Abrax, it wasn't that bad!" Marcus said with a smile, trying to cheer up the bored-looking Krogan next to him. [i]It wasn't that bad?![/i] Their squad had spent 3 long weeks stationed on some far-flung planet, protecting a few nerdy scientists while they took some samples of god knows what. No action, not even a little incident, occured during their entire mission, and there were few things worse than that for Abrax. If he wanted to stand around all day doing nothing, he could have stayed on Tuchanka at his old job. Being a mercenary was supposed to be bloody and dangerous, but lately their assignments hadn't been all that interesting. Abrax couldn't even remember the last time he had to use his gun, his thoughts translating into an even deeper frown. "It was an easy job, and they paid well! Why can't you be happy about that?" Marcus kept insisting. "Marcus...shut up, or I'll smash your ugly head against the next wall" Abrax replied drily, as the duo made their way to the most well-known place on the station. 

The electronic beats could be heard all the way down the street, signaling the club wasn't too far ahead now. Abrax wasn't a fan of music or the weird practice of dancing, but clubs had bars, and bars had alcohol, and that was all he needed to tag along. The Krogan was usually cheerful and loud, but life just hadn't been the same ever since the crew had to split. He often caught himself thinking about the old times, where battles were plenty and excitement wasn't hard to come by. And now? He was stuck with Marcus, working for some little mercenary group to try and get by as best as he could. A few moments later they arrived at the door. At least they were known well enough to get in without having to stand in line, one of the few perks that came with the job. Abrax was almost inside when he heard something that made him stop. 

"What do you mean they don't need to stand in line?! That's bullshit man...fucking krogans..." A smile formed on Abrax' lips. Things might get interesting after all. He turned around, realizing the loudmouth was some scrawny salarian. "Hey man" the big Krogan shouted over "is there a problem? Did you say something?". The little salarian was clearly intoxicated, and commited the mistake of replying. "Sure big guy. How come someone like you gets in just like that...and I have to stand in line? Are you that special huh?" That was all Abrax needed to hear. He looked over to Marcus, and told him he would be inside in a few Minutes. His body was aching for a little action, and the Salarian had given him reason enough. 

The bartender poured another Ryncol, it was the 4th of the night. Abrax was sitting at his usual spot, observing how Marcus tried and failed to impress some ladies with his "dance moves". [i]Stupid human[/i] the Krogan thought, chuckling to himself. The fight with the salarian had been short, but it was enough to lighten his mood a bit. He observed the people around him, it had been quite some time since his last visit to Afterlife. His crew used to be regulars here, enjoying their spare time after succesfully completing another job. His thoughts were interrupted soon after, as some commotion started happening on the opposite side of the bar. A Turian seemed to be thinking he was the toughest guy in the spot, apparently refusing to pay for his tab. Was this his lucky night? He would love to show the Turian what real toughness was, but it wouldn't come to that. A woman struck the troublemaker right on his chin, moving at the speed of a bullet. Abrax laughed to himself, and then one of the lasers illuminated her face in a green glow. [i]No effing way[/i] Abrax thought as his eyes grew wider. He finished his drink in one big sip, and started making his way through the crowd. The Krogan knew that woman. It must have been two years since he last saw her.