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Sicari didn't move, instead waiting for a reply from Lysia. "I'll make sure you're reimbursed for the gunship, Quarian." She added, shifting her weight to one leg and crossing her arms.

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Sicari rolled her eyes and, once again, resisted the urge to take Simbel's mask off and breathe on him. "We're getting paid seventy-five-HUNDRED-thousand, pyjak." She got up and snatched the contract of the table, tucking it back under her arm. She then addressed Lysia's question. "This is something I was going to anyway, kill a Blood Pack official, one of the less-savage faces of the gang. I just found someone with the same grudge I do, who also happened to be quite wealthy."

She started to make her way towards the exit, then stopped and sighed. "Neither of you have a place to stay at, I'm assuming? I know you spend all your credits on that gunship you own, suit rat." She pulled her hood down and resumed her movements. "Follow me if you want somewhere dry to stay... but if you touch any of the square bags, I'm cutting your fingers off and taking your share of the reward money." She threatened, doing just about anything but bluffing with that statement.

Mass Effect: Stories of the Soldiers

Sicari took the fish stick and took a small bite out of it, then grabbed a napkin and spit the mush out. "Disgusting, that's been in a freezer for two weeks, minimum. And I know I have a nice figure, my mother was an Asari." She then turned her attention to Lysia, forgetting about her previous plan to take Simbel's mask off and sigh within a few feet of him, since she was running a modest cold at the time. "It ends with the three of us never having to speak again. Unless you prove useful, that is." She grieved, in a bad mood due to the previous events of the day, Simbel's arrogance, and a lack of a cocaine fix in the last few days. The last one, she planned to remedy when she returned to her apartment, given these two didn't follow her home like the stray dogs sometimes seen wandering the Ward.

The Turian breathed easier now that the broker finally arrived, a scrawny and paranoid Salarian with what looked like a woman's purse over one shoulder making his way to the booth. Sicari flexed her mandibles in a smirk, and pulled her hood down lower, fully concealing everything except the tips of her mandibles in shadow. The Salarian sat down across from her and set the bag on the table.

"Are these your accomplices, ma'am?" The reptile inquired, glancing around the room nervously. Paranoia made him feel like he was watched at all times. In this setting, he wasn't exactly wrong.

Sicari nodded. "Call me Chryseis. We'll take half the payment up front, the agreed seventy-five-hundred-thousand credits per person, in total."

"No, the contract states that five-hundred-thousand will be split among you upon completion."

The Turian reached under her arm and set two things on the table. First, a modified version of said contract, stating that seventy-five-hundred-thousand credits would be paid out per person. Second, her Suppressor. "We either agree on my terms and we make the galaxy a better place at your expense, or you die and I have my accomplices dispose of your body and rewrite you will, leaving all you own to us and your family on the streets. I know how many credits are in your possession." She paused for a moment to let the threat sink in. "Do we have a deal, Mister Neryon?"

The Salarian gulped several times, mostly from the fact that a complete stranger knew his name and that he had a family. He lived on the Presidium, raised a daughter with a beautiful Asari, loved them more than anything... He signed the data pad with little hesitation and promptly left, cursing the name 'Chryseis,' and earning a few sideways looks on his way out.

Sicari smirked triumphantly, tucking both objects back under her arm before anyone could get a good look. "Oh, and Simbel... delete that recording of my ass, would you? I'd rather let the Shadow Broker collect the enemies."

Mass Effect: Stories of the Soldiers

Post length can be however long, and i'm glad to see this started up.

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@Virani Yeah, do that. I'd like a post every couple days, but I don't want you guys becoming sleep deprived because of this.

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Deep in the Zakera Ward, where the gangs were strong, the drug trade was quite well alive, and there was never quite a large enough C-Sec presence to do much about anything, was where Sicari Velinian felt most at home... in one of the many bars, she felt as if she was in the lap of luxury. It was no utopia, but a strong drink made most things feel like it, and that was exactly what the young Turian was after. She had a particularly bad day from being chased for an hour by one overly determined, fresh-out-of-the-academy officer after being spotted with several ounces of some illicit drug - she couldn't even remember what it was at this point - that was perfectly legal back on Omega. Then again, if it didn't immediately threaten Aria T'Loak, everything was legal on Omega.

Either way, she had gotten wind of a well-paying contract earlier in the week through one of her many informants, and willed herself to get through a grocery list of activities that day in the hopes of making it to this bar in the ass-end of the Ward. It had some strange human name to it, and it was a hole, but it at least had a Krogan for a bouncer. Sicari had to chuckle at that. When it came to a place full of alcoholics and lonely men, the bouncer was the status symbol, and you can't get much higher than a Krogan. When the bouncer gave her a sideways looks, she went on in, instinctively resting a hand of the Suppressor hidden underneath a red and black faded cloak.

This bar wasn't too shabby, it had a Skyllian Five table off in the corner, complete with a Salarian muttering about his cards with a single chip, a Volus with a moderate stack, and a Quarian with what was left. The downfall was the music and the cheap drinks, loud enough to make anyone who just spent too many credits on the "economically" priced booze pass out from a migraine. Sicari, however, planned to do neither that night, and claimed a booth off to the side, as far away from the nearest amp as possible. Now to wait.

She was told the contract broker would be there by eight, along with any others that took the job. She sighed upon hearing of the need for several skill sets, preferring to work independently. It was 7:50 now, everyone should be there soon...

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*Sigh* Well, I tried. I'll start it.

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@Wernher Approved, go ahead and pop this in the character tab. Also, the gunship isn't overkill. Saying it is would be like denying a Krogan a shotgun. With that said, let's get started guys.

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@Virani Lysia sounds like a very interesting character, so go ahead and paste that in the Characters tab. We'll get started as soon as someone else shows up and tosses a character into the mix.

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Mistakes were made, I forgot the link. So here it is: roleplayerguild.com/topics/85740-mass-..