Space E-war Reloaded

[dinoman666]

"Heh, guess I was right. Name's Arrak," the Turian replied quickly. He had gotten so used to the fake name by now, he pretty much considered it his real one. "You here on a job or something?"

Aria leaned back in her chair, unfazed. "And why would I just hand out information like that for free to someone I've never had dealings with before?" "I am willing to pay handsomely for the information," Grievous replied sourly. "With my supply lines less hindered by the Blood Pack, I will be more than capable of paying whatever price you may demand..." Aria smirked. "ANY price?" "Within reason." "500,000 credits?" Grievous paused. That was an immense amount to pay for only some information. The cyborg growled, then replied, "150,000. As an added bonus, I will make sure none of my operations interfere with yours." "Is that a threat?" "Take it as you will, T'Loak. I control the most powerful droid army this galaxy has ever seen, and I am most eager to test it on an enemy worthy of my time." Now it was Aria's turn to pause. She doubted that Grievous would pull a stunt like that, and risk the rest of the Terminus Systems reciprocating, but he was a complete unknown. Besides, even she knew that 500,000 credits was highway robbery (not that it made a difference in Omega). Still, conceding to his demands so easily wouldn't look good. "Make it 200,000 credits, and we have a deal, General." Grievous dipped his head in a mockingly polite nod of assent. "Very well."

Aria stood up, activating her Omni-Tool and typing away. "I'm uploading the current location of Garrsk's HQ on your... onboard systems, I suppose. He's the head of the Blood Pack on Omega. Take him and his goons out, and you likely won't be dealing with them ever again." Grievous's head-mounted antennae swiveled once. "I have linked up a credit line directly to your Omni-Tool. You will get your credits in due course. A pleasure doing business with you, Ms. T'Loak." Aria smiled, and sat back down, waving at her bodyguards to let him go free. "Go find a nice girl to keep you warm, General. You look like you could loosen up. I'll unlock your ship when the credits come through." Grievous grumbled something unintelligible, then stalked off, back down towards the dance floor. Aria smiled at the tiny victory. She doubted the good general would enjoy himself on the station for what little time he was here...

[The Kingpin]

"Just finished one, actually. Some volus with a knack for getting himself in trouble. Needed a bodyguard and escort between the Citadel and here. No idea what he was doing there. Funny thing, after he paid me and left, a bunch of Vorcha cornered him and his guards. Suffice to say, he needs better guards. had to give him a freebie and gun the thugs down. Good for business though, guarantees he'll be talking about me next time the subject of security comes up with his overbloated peers" responded the Khurakra with a chuckle. glancing over his shoulder, he spotted the cloaked machine descending from the VIP lounge. organic eyes and the flesh around them. he wasn't mistaken. it was indeed, a cyborg. "Pity. I was half hoping we'd see Anto or some other hapless guard crammed into the strobe lights" he added with a disappointed shrug...

[dinoman666]

"Volus are always good for business, but they're cheapskates," Arrak replied. "I almost got a job for the guy who owns Elkoss Combine, believe it or not. Would've been rich. 'Course, he decided that 'corporate security' is cheaper, so I didn't get the job..." He took a glance over at the cyborg as the figure stalked out of the club, giving anyone who dared get too close a hard glare. "Yeah, I'd rather not be in close proximity to that guy. Know who he was, by any chance? Heh, maybe HE needs a job..."

[The Kingpin]

"Heard rumours about someone matching that description. Grievous, I think he was called" said Khuurava with a shrug. He was half tempted to follow the cyborg just to see what other chaos happened in his wake. It wasn't every day that you saw someone walk in on the 'queen of Omega' and start tossing her bodyguards around like ragdolls, afterall...

[dinoman666]

"What a nice name," Arrak remarked. After staring at Khuurava for a moment he added, flatly, "You wanna follow him, don't you?"

[The Kingpin]

"How often do you see someone walk right up into the figurative throne room of Omega and start tossing Aria's guards around like ragdolls? That, my friend, is entertainment" answered Khuurava with a laugh...

[dinoman666]

Arrak looked around the club, then replied, "It certainly beats hanging around this place. This music is giving me a migraine. Lead the way," he finished, putting some credits on the table to pay for his drinks...

[The Kingpin]

smirking, the Khurakra got up, paying for his drink before heading for the entrance to Afterlife, his eyes narrowed, scanning his surroundings warily out of habit, keeping an eye out for possible threats as he pursued the cyborg at a distance...

[dinoman666]

Arrak followed his impromptu new "partner," keeping his own eye out for trouble, considering it was rife on Omega...

Grievous, after exiting the club, stayed in the courtyard area just outside, activating a small holoprojector he pulled from his cloak. It showed the hologram of a Tactical Droid, his hands folded politely. "TV-94, send me four Commandos from the ship. I have a bounty to collect." TV-94 nodded and replied in a distinctly droning voice, "At once, General." The hologram dissipated, and Grievous put the device back in his cloak. The docking bay with his ship wasn't too far, so he decided to simply pace and back and forth while he waited for his droids to arrive...

[The Kingpin]

Khuurava exited the Afterlife, catching sight of the cyborg at a distance, making sure not to come too close, though not making a particularly careful effort at concealment...

[dinoman666]

If Grievous noticed Khuurava, as well as Arrak when he followed him outside, the cyborg paid them no mind. He was an attention grabber in this place anyway, strikingly different from the various other races scattered around the station. Batarians, turians, asari, salarians, humans, and just about every other race imaginable filled the crowded streets.

It didn't take very long for the Commandos to arrive. A door opened across from Afterlife's entrance, and a quartet of well-armed droids strode in, ignoring the civilians around them. Most people simply avoided them, giving the droids an easy time walking up to Grievous and stiffening, awaiting orders. "Garrsk is in the Kima District," Grievous snarled. "Making a deal with an unknown individual. Regardless, we will kill him and any guards he has with him with extreme prejudice. Follow me." The droids nodded and droned in unison, "Roger, roger," before following Grievous towards a small bay with several hovercar-style taxis; the quickest and safest way to the Kima District.

Arrak overheard the conversation. "He's going after Garrsk? Head of the Blood Pack? I've seen crazy in my day, but that's one big bag of crazy..."

[The Kingpin]

"An even bigger bag of fun" added Khuurava with a smirk. He had time on his hands, and could take the worst this station had to offer if necessary...

[dinoman666]

"Hey, maybe if we get rid of Garrsk first, he'll pay us," Arrak said, only half-joking. He watched as Grievous and the droids clambered into the shuttle and took off into the airways of the station. "Crap, we need to follow him before he gets too far off..."

[The Kingpin]

Khuurava chuckled as he walked towards one of the taxis, getting in and tapping the pilot on the shoulder. "Kima district. And be quick about it" he said firmly, the VI operating the cab acknowledging, waiting till Arrak was in before taking off in pursuit...

[dinoman666]

The cab pulled to a stop only ten minutes later,, parking next to another, noticeably vacant one. Grievous's own car. They were in some sort of freighter docking area, likely for exchange of cargo, which could be anything from eezo to slaves. "You think you can track Mr. Roboto down?" Arrak asked, stepping out of the cab. "I don't know much about this area of the district..."

[The Kingpin]

"Shouldn't be too hard" said Khuurava as he moved towards the cab, a small metallic extension stretching forward from the edge of the folded helmet wrapping around the back of his head, the metallic arm arcing in front of his left eye before a rectangular blue visor materialised, giving data on the surroundings. picking up on a neural signal, the Visor flickered briefly before changing to a reddish shade, traces of residual radiation emitted by the droids and by the Cyborg himself made visible, Khuurava gesturing for Arrak to follow as he made his way after the energy trail, a hand kept by the grip of his sidearm constantly. They were in a more volatile region of Omega now. It was further out of Aria's immediate range than other places, and thus, was not entirely civil. Merc groups would be more common here. On the flip side, petty thugs wouldn't be, due to the fact most who entered this place were either Mercs or operators of the docking areas...

[dinoman666]

Arrak followed quietly, now cradling his Phaeston in his arms. He didn't rust this place to be empty. Even a couple petty Vorcha would slow them down and draw too much attention to them...

Grievous and his Commandos were a fair distance ahead, heading for what Aria had specified as "Docking Bay 36." Apparently, it was just one of many freighter docks for the Kima District, often used by mercs to offload their loot or trade with other undesirables...

[Godzilla Forever]

In the silence of a space, a lone Juggernaut-class Sheekh vessel hurtles through the black abyss of space, making a beeling towards a nearby planet. The planet was a bit flat and dry, but had large ore deposits in easily accessible areas... just what the council asked for. Ready to colonize it at best, or fry away a good amount of their potential rivals at worst, the massive starship lazily floated into the planet's atmosphere, the ship ready to deploy its heavily-armored cargo near what appeared to be a city...

The Zorgulons had long dispersed, with cerebulon chuckling all the way back to his home in the main citadel. Twin motherships were currently leavign atmosphere to... explore.... the world...

[The Kingpin]

Khuurava upped the pace once the visor had properly locked on the energy signatures of the droids, emphasising them even more amidst the other signatures belonging to other droids and dock operators, allowing him to see them clearly at speed. to one side of them, the various Docking Bay numbers were stamped on the walls, Docking Bay 37 being the one they were currently going through, with the energy trail leading onwards towards the lower numbered bays....

[dinoman666]

Arrak sped up as well, trusting Khuurava to be going in the right direction...

Docking Bay 36 was vacant, with no ships currently docked, and all the nearby workers vacated. Grievous, from his perch on the upper balcony that overlooked the bay floor, guessed the emptiness was due to the Blood Pack presence. At least a dozen Vorcha, all heavily armed with everything from Avengers to Firestorms, were keeping a clutch of restless Varren from running off to go devour some hapless dockworker. There was a trio of Trandoshan Blood Pack Warriors as well. From what Grievous could tell, two of them were fairly standard, one with a Gralssk Spike Thrower, the other with both a Hornet and Talon. The third, however, could only be Garrsk.

Garrsk was even more heavily armored than his comrades, and carried both a mighty Claymore shotgun, as well as a Striker Assault Rifle. Grievous knew he was a Blood Pack Battlemaster too, judging by the distinctive armor design, and that meant he was probably a biotic as well. For now, he ordered his Commandos to lay low alongside him. Whoever they were waiting for, he wanted to see for himself...