Drex
Omega, the scum bag Capital of the Milky Way. Rich in thieves, killers, smugglers, prostitutes, and home to some of the most dangerous Mercenaries in the Galaxy. At the heart of this scum-pit, is the Afterlife Club. Species from all over frequent Afterlife for all sorts of unspeakable reasons. If you're looking for a good time, you'll probably find it here. You'll most definitely find a lot of bad times here as well, even if you're not looking for it. Whether good or bad, it all starts with a drink at the bar..
Loud music blares, the sound of people chatting and laughing in the distance drowned out by the bass from the speakers all around. Strobe lights flash on the dance floor while Humans and Aliens alike spill their freshly poured drinks as they bump their way through the crowd. Among all the chaos, a Krogan and a Man stand alone, watching the drunken madness..
"This place never gets old, does it?" The Human standing next to the Krogan says over his shoulder. "Everything you could want, all in one place. Drinks, music, pussy. No wonder I've never left this place!". "Ha! You Humans, all you ever think about. If you had a Genophage wipe out the reason for your reproductive rituals, I wonder if you would be able to function.". The Krogan replied with a quip. "Well what about you, Drex? You like to throw back some Ryncol yourself! What is it that a Krogan Mercenary like yourself lives for?". "Ryncol! You're right about that, Human. Speaking of, how about the first round on you?". "I knew even the mighty Drex couldn't pass up a drink, ha ha!". Drex signals the way for the Human towards the bar. Drex and the Human take a seat at the bar, and the Human waves to the Bar Keep for a round on his tab.
Drex and the Human cheers their glasses, as they both take a sip; Drex's closer to finishing his in one "sip". "Ah, Ryncol really is the highlight of this scum hole. If it weren't for the abundance of bounties to be collected here, without Ryncol this place would be useless.". "So that's it! You stay here for the bounties, huh? Credits is what motivates a Krogan to stick around.". the Human continues to sip his drink as Drex takes another big drink, finishing it off. "Credits, to buy Ryncol. But unlike you, Human, there's more to a Krogan than drinking. Do you see blood on my Hammer, Human?". The human lowers his glass while he glances at the Krogan Hammer hanging from Drex's back. "No. No, I don't see any blood on it. What does th-". The Human is cut off by Drex talking over him before he can finish his sentence. "There lies the problem, Human. Do you think there is no blood on my Hammer because I choose not to swing it at the head of my enemies, right before they take their last breath? I'll help you with that answer - NO. There's not blood on my Hammer because I've been waiting to collect a bounty. Bounties are so abundant here, some people never know they are a target, until it's too late. Hell, even you, Human, could wake up one day, and not even know there was a bounty on your head.". The Human's eyes widen from Drex's words. He sets his glass on the bar as he finishes the last sip. In a shaky tone of voice, the Human responds to the massive Krogan. "Drex, uh, wh- what are you getting at?". Drex motions to the Bar Keep for another round. "Human, have another! On me, this time. Drink up, friend!" The Human reluctantly starts to sip his drink. "Blood, Human. Blood is what keeps a mighty Krogan like myself around a scum hole like Omega. The bounties I collect pay for the copious amounts of Ryncol that I ingest, but the blood of my enemies dripping from my Hammer; that, my friend, is what I collect for. So when I don't have a bounty to collect, I don't have Ryncol; and if I'm not having Ryncol, that means there has not, or will not be blood on my Hammer.". The Human gulps the sip of his drink that he just took, almost dropping his glass as he puts it on the bar. "You're drinking Ryncol right now, this round was on your tab, friend. But..there's no blood..". "Ah, Human, you are correct yet again! There is no blood on my Hammer. Just like we are different in what we live for in this shit hole, we are also different in one crucial matter. Drex has no friends.". The Human spits his drink out as Drex smashes his glass against the Human's head, catapulting him off the bar stool onto the floor. Drex casually stands up and walks towards the Human, reaching his right hand toward his back, where his Hammer is hanging. Drex looks the Human in the eyes, as he lie on the floor motionless, staring at the massive Krogan. "I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. Someone has to pay for that drink.". Drex pulls the Hammer from his back, and with one swift swing, the Human's head flew from his body, crashing into drinks on a nearby table. Drex grabs the tags from the Human's body, as proof of a bounty collected. He wipes the blood from his Hammer as a voice comes over the Comm Unit. "Greetings, everyone!". Drex puts his Hammer on his back, and grins.
"You won't be dry for long.". Drex speaks to himself out loud, as though as he is talking to his Hammer. The Krogan Mercenary finishes one more Ryncol drink, and heads out of the Afterlife Club, in pursuit of the author of the Comm message..