The doom and gloom of Omega was really working double time today. However, none of it got close to Arisaka, stepping with an unusually peppy stride. She was born here, lived here and would now be getting a real job here on Omega. Of course, it wasn't her first job, she once worked at a gun store as a sales clerk is a much more dangerous place. Arisaka remembered the time someone tried robbing the store as she popped a Batarian candy into her mouth. It was a bit sour but very creamy and chewy, Arisaka had long forgotten the name of it, but it didn't matter, she had remember the wrapping well enough to buy it a stores.

Ahe hopped down the streets until she saw the the looming building of the club Afterlife, where only the powerful came to play. 
"Ohh... so pretty..." Arisaka marveled at the lights has she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw the heavily scarred face of a Turian holding a pistol at her spine, "Credits bitch, now."
"Sir, are you mugging me?" Arisaka looked innocently clueless.
"No, I'm going to go by a sandwich."
"Oh really? Do you have any of human sandwiches? I remember I tried a turian sandwich once, it tasted horrible!"
"Umm..." The turian was baffled by how clueless and hyper his victim was.
"Okay, let's see, I'll have with ham, and cheese, oh, and some of that Asari spicy sause, that's reall goooood-"

The mugger pressed his gun to Arisaka's hip, "Credits, now."

Arisaka sighed, with speeds unheard of for a human, she squatted down and drew her knives from her boots. Before the turian even knew what had happened, there were two alloy rods sticking out of his neck. "Should have bought me that sandwich." Arisaka said as the turian sank to the ground. Arisaka went on to happily hum her way to the nightclub.
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"Yo!" Arisaka excitetly waved at the door guard.
"You have business here miss?" the guard replied, unamussed.
"Yeah, I'm here to see a Ti- Ti-, umm..." Arisaka searched her memory for the name of the person who wanted her to come here, "Tyco, Tycho Brahe? No, Titus? Titus Meade?"
"Ticus Rakealum" the guard correct her.
"Yup!" Arisaka swung her leg out and then stood attention, "Arisaka Hayabusa, reporting for duty!"

The guard just looked at her has he scanned her for weapons and opened the door, [i]Why do all the weird ones come at my shift?[/i]
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The music was intoxicating to Arisaka's ear, her heart beat to the pace of the music and the energy from the club goers invigorated her body. From her spot on the main floor, she could see the dancer's shadows above the circular bar, filled with people ordering drinks and hitting on each other. Lights swung all around to the electric beat as Arisaka unconsciously bounced on her feet to the groove.

Aria T'Loak sat one of the VIP platforms some distance away, Arisaka tried waving at her but got hostile looks from the guards. So she started waving at the guard. Eventualyl she moved on and met a  Batarian in full combat armor and a drinking glass, "Going up? Careful, Mister Rakealum has been happier."
"Okay~!" Arisaka ignored the armored Batarian and opened the glass door to the staircase. After a short walk up a carpeted stair case, Arisaka saw the big man himself, Ticus Rakealum sprawled across a soft couch, drink in hand, "Sit, now."
"Okay~" Arisaka was oblivious to Ticus' serious commanding tone as she took a spot in the couch next to him. He smelled a bit weird to Arisaka, but its not like he need to know.

"Can I ask for you name?" Ticus tilted his head.
"Arisaka Hayabusa, sir!" Arisaka hopped up to attention, startling the guards and prompting Ticus to raise a hand to get the hyperactive girl to sit down. 
"So, what is it you need me to do?" Arisaka took Ticus' drink from the table and drank it down in one gulp, "Fuuuahhhh..."

Ticus wasn't amused by the girl's alchol consumation, but ignored it for now, "I can assume you know why you are here."
"Candy?" Arisaka looked very hopeful.
"Hell no," Ticus crushed Arisaka's hopes and dreams in one fell swoop, "I want you to go find me a piece of data."
"Ohhh, exploration!" Arisaka's hope returned, "Where?" 
"No where special, just the slums, but-"
"What is data about? Is it documents? Oh, maybe its your love letter to Aria! Or maybe its seven terabytes of porn!"

Ticus went to slap the annoying girl but she had already done a perfect flip to the other side of the sofa, "You're going have to be faster than that Mr. Ticus."
"Tch." Ticus grunted as he sat back down, [i]At least she appears to be flexible enough,[/i] "Anyways, the data is of no matter to you, all I need if for you to get it. There will be vorcha there and possibly some others, the disc is quite valuable you see."
"Remind me why this porn is so sought after again, does it include Aria or Commander Shepard?" 

Ticus restrained his desire to pull out his pistol, "No, it does not have porn, just go in there, get me the disc and we'll see from there."

Arisaka raised her hand, which Ticus had to respond like a school teacher to get her to talk, "Yes, what is it?"
"How will I get there?"
"Find your own way."
"How many other people are going to be there?"
"Just a lot."
"Okay, now, how many of those people do I get to kill?" Arisaka just lost all traces of "innocence" but her cute voice still remained, giving her quite the creepy look by saying something so serious with such a light hearted smile.
"All of them." Ticus liked the tinge of instability this girl had.
"Okay~~" Arisaka got up and walked, smiling at the Turian as she waved to him goodbye.

"Sir," Ticus's guard turned his head to his boss, "Do you want to mental scan future initiates?" 
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Arisaka walked down the dusty street back to her apartment, the body of the Turian who tried mugging her was still on the ground, nobody had cleaned up yet. But then again, not many people did anything on Omega unless it benefited them first. Arisaka kicked the corpse before leaning down to pick up the weapon that miraculously hadn't been stolen. Upon closer look, she could see why. It was a broken M-6 Cariflex, the firing mechanism was misaligned and wouldn't fire. To other it would mean a difficult task of having to repair it to market quality, but to Arisaka who worked with weapons for a good few years, to would be an easy fix. If she managed to fix a broken shotgun that had been blasted to pieces with duct tape, a welder and lava lamp, this should have been easy enough for her to fix eyes closed.

One train ride later and several flights of stair up, Arisaka arrived at her humble abode. It was a small place, barely larger than a studio. Much of the things in the room where either reclaimed, built, stolen or jury-rigged. It wasn't the prettiest of places, but Arisaka found comfort in it. She hopped over to the workbench that was next to the open window with a view of the Omega skyline. As she took out her tools, it seemed that it would be another night with less then five hours of sleep, good thing Arisaka could operate on only three. As the tools worked away at dissecting the firearm, she began to hum,
[i]"Happy Synthesizer, for you I'll play this one time melody. In hopes that you will one day reach deep into your heart."[/i]