Dark Places | Numb | Glory | The More | Been To Hell
Two Weeks Ago...
Ah, Omega. The most vile, the most dangerous, and most bloodthirsty place in the galaxy. A perfect place for a budding mercenary to make a name for themself. That's what the young, and ruthless human Jason White came to do. He's been apart of a few mercenary bands before for a very short time, but now he wanted to make a name for himself. His dream is to go down in history as the galaxy's greatest gun-for-hire. And as with anyone else with such ambitions, he's come to Omega to fulfil them. He stepped off the transport vessal he hitched a ride on. He held his beat up looking armor's helmet between his left arm, and took a big whiff of the surroundings. It smelled disgusting, like a beaten old dead cat. A smile crossed his lips, it felt right.
As with anyone's first stop on Omega, he naturally went to the closest strip club. He felt like a drink, and a lap dance. Upon arriving at the nearest strip club, the bright lights, and thumping music were like a siren's song calling to him. Once he entered the club he got many, many dirty looks by the patrons of the.....'fine' establishment. Mostly Batarians, and Turians, the usual suspects. He grabbed himself something to drink, and took a seat in front of the stage of the dancing Asari, and enjoyed the show. But he couldn't really enjoy himself from all the glares he was getting from the aliens.
He laid his helmet on the table in front of him, and leaned back in his chair. Almost as soon as he laid it on the table it was knocked off by a disgruntled Batarian, backed by another Batarian, and a Turian. He sighed, and rolled his eyes. Here it comes. "Humans aren't welcome here." The lead Batarian snarled at him. "Didn't see a sign four eyes." Jason replied with a very slight Southern accent. "Well we're telling you now. Leave now while you still have all your limbs." He said as he poked Jason's shoulder. The Human sighed. "Let me grab my helmet." He said in a somewhat defeated voice.
He got out of his chair, and leaned down to grab his helmet off the floor, with the trio each having a satisfied grin on their faces. Once he got hold of his helmet, he quickly jumped up, and smacked the Batarian with his helmet. The Turian rushed forward only to be met with a punch to the face from his helmet. The other Batarian then rushed at him. This time Jason grabbed his bottle of booze, and broke the bottle across his face. As the second Batarian went down the Turian leaped back up, and placd Jason in a tight bear hug while the other Batarian got up, and came towards them. Jason rushed backwards, and slammed the Turian into a wall to get free. As the Batarian got closer, Jason stabbed him in one of his eyes with the remains of the shattered bottle.
The Batarian screamed in intense pain as he backed away, yelling several insults at the man that he couldn't quite understand. Jason tackled the Batarian into the table, and bashed his head against the edge of it. Once he was on the ground, Jason kneeled down on top of him, and began ruthlessly, and repeadly punching his face. Blood began splattering everywhere, the Batarians comrades couldn't do anything but watch in horror as Jason beat their friend to death. Once the Batarian was throughly made into a unrecognizable mess of pulp. He got up from the ground, and wiped the blood off his face, and grinned at his handy work. He grabbed his helmet, and turned to face the exit. "Next time, don't be racist dicks." He smirked as he patted the Turian's head, and then left.
Once he was out of the club he went to the hotel he'd be staying at for the near future. Upon going inside the room he soon found out he got a message. That was fast. He opened the message to see it was from an old friend, his teacher, a stubborn old Krogan by the name of Raik Brac.
To Jayson
Hy kidd got a job for ya. Old bud names Jek lookin for talen. Gaver your nsme. You welcpme.
Dam thwse small kes!!!!!! ASFJNJGSNJJWEJONJVKN,M,MEJL
And the rest was a unlegiable mess. Brac most likely got frustated by the machine, and tried to punch it. It made Jason laugh out loud at it. He figured that a Krogan nearing a thousand would be able to send a simple message. Things were already at a good start. This was going to be fun.
Right Freaking Now
Jason sat in the waiting room, tapping on his helmet as he stared at the Hanar assistant. He's been doing a couple jobs for Jek steadily since he arrived, and was now selected for some special mission for the boss. He didn't really know what it was about, nor did he care. As long as the gravy train kept on going, he'd go skinny dipping with a bunch of Krogan if the money was right. The Hanar made no sound, no noise as he went about his business. He was tempted to make faces at him to see if he's see them. He wasn't quite sure if they eyes, or how they saw. But that'd look rather unprofessional.
"Do you at least have a cross words puzzle or something?" Jason asked with a smirk. He was given no answer. He let out a loud sigh. "You are quite the talker aren't you?" He joked as he leaned back into the chair. He sighed once more, and began playing with his thumbs. He bent his thumb unaturally backwards to try to get a reaction out of the Hanar, and it did not. He returned his thumb to it's normal way, showing no sign of pain whatsoever.
Finally something happened. The Hanar pressed some kind of button that brought down a secret elevator. He stood up, and let out a big yawn. "About fucking time. I was worried he would have forgotten about me." He groaned as he entered the elevator. "Good talk buddy. It's been real. See ya around." He said with a slight wave. As the elevtor ascended he leaned against the wall, and brushed some of his long blonde hair behind his ear.
The elevator began moving upwards, feeling like an eternity. "Man, whatever happened to elevator music?" He asked no one in particular with a slight sigh. Finally the elevator made it to the floor where everyone was gathered, and opened up to their little meeting. He stepped out of the elevator, and looked over this motley crew of these supposed badasses, and grinned slightly. "Sup? Name's White, Jason White." He introduced himself.
"I'm here to chew bubble gum, and kick ass. And I'm all out of gum." He smirked. Then he realized that no one was human, and probably didn't understand what he said. "Man, that would have sounded a lot more badass if some of you were human." He muttered to himself. "So these are the guys Jeky? Can't say I'm really impressed. You do realize that the easiest way to get rid of all the crime on this big rock is by blowing it up right rather than doing this whole 'vigilantie' fad? After all you have to try to find someone who hasn't murdered another person on this hunk of floating junk." He stated, showing rather indifference towards their cause.
"Well, I guess that does help with the ladies. They oh so do love a rebel." He added with a wink directed to the Asari, and Quarian.
