Far off from the primary object of interest, the SSV Normandy and its new found crew, sat another. Another that awaits them come just the right time; About five or so mass relays away, just beyond the glorious 'other' mass relay eminating the unorthodox red color rather than that of the normal, more familiar blue relays, sat a wide spread belt. A belt of rock and stone, metal and element, station and asteroids. An asteroid field that circulated the powerful star named for the very system it laid in, Sahrabarik. This system, within the Omega Nebula, hidden from the blackened void of space by the massive rock field, there was an enormous structure floating along, a large red 'Mass Effect' field pushing away any unwanted asteroids or debris to collide into it. This structure was that of a cleanly halfened circular asteroid with a well built station of metal and technology of every kind. The way it was made in design gave the location the odd yet intriguing appearance of a jellyfish silhouette. This place, home to many varying types of races and species unwelcomed and welcomed by citadel space; spacers, pirates, criminals, smugglers, outcasts, and even some innocents living here on this rock that was once used primarily for mining out the resource known as 'Element Zero' giving this place the name as the nebula's name...
Omega, the exact opposite and Terminus side Station of the Citadel. It is here that even the brightest light becomes shrouded in pitch blackness and evil deeds. Alcohol, drugs, violence, sex, greed... this location in the deepest recesses of the galaxy lies these many things and traits. All of which are plentiful deep in the very heart of the station, in a nightclub of hard blasting sounds in music. Angle by angle there are women, female life forms abusing the very gift that their bodies have in severely seductive ways. Powerful and vivid lights flash and shift and turn here and there to add more 'intense' attraction to the unflinching actions of addicts of every sort and every origin. Alcoholics stuck with their faces on the bars, junkies relaxing themselves in seats with women blanketing their permitting bodies while their nostrels are colored a heavy tint of red. Red sand is the most abused substance within these darkest corners of the Terminus Systems. Giving unbiotics the potential of minor telekinetic ability but also overwhelming their eyes with a more elemental vision of red tint in their very eyes. The movements of the female asari, humans, etc. twisting and turning the curves of their flawless attractiveness. This club centering the districts of Omega was called, 'Afterlife' the biggest most notorious club of crime and sin in all of Omega and perhaps more than half the entire Milky Way.
Sitting utop of the balcony, just above Afterlife stood a gorgeous blue woman decorated in appropriate and more comfortable clothing for the very rank she represents. Aria T'Loak, the Asari ruler of Omega and Afterlife. She holds more power and reign over everything here as is her right from a history long since nearly forgotten. Her attitude, her heart, her mind is only so pure yet just as corrupted as the very station itself. Her essense gives the name Omega exactly what it deserves. However, Aria has to admit, that in recent galactic standard years, her position has been being threatened by countless known and unknown groups, companies, and organizations that have greatly desired Omega for themselves. Several of them are residential cults settled on the very station, and not giving them a single moment to plan out their ideas of going against her, Aria has assigned a pair of well known unofficial agents who willingly gave themselves under her full command; in exchange for a hefty profit, shelter, and a hidden noteriety of course.
These two deliverers of Aria's strength were, in rumor, an Asari of word and a Drell of death. Answering directly to Aria, they hunt down all who openly or secretively (But uncovered) oppose Aria's rule. On this day however, a day of darkness and subtle movements, within the Gozu district down in the lower levels of the structure was a meeting. A meeting in a sealed away area untouched and unseen by the Blue Sun mercenary group that oversaw the district as the law there. Here, it was far away from lifting ears, prying eyes, and sniffing noses to discuss and organize a deep, dark secret smuggling operation. A group of three individuals were sitting around in the middle of the vacant room. All of them were sporting armor suits of yellow and black with an impressively designed insignia appearing as an eclipse over a burning sun. That signature symbol identified them as members of the mercenary company, Eclipse... a company who, in Omega, hold 20% of it's smuggling and drug deals. The group consisted of a salarian, an asari, and a human. They were no doubt waiting for someone. Perhaps the client that ordered for the containers of red sand tucked away in the shuttle in the back.
Not a moment after the expected time of meeting did the Eclipse group take note of a couple walking into the area and stopping just a few yards away. One was an asari, beautiful as any but no doubt deadlier than the next. Her friend, from the appearance looked to be a human with the armored onyx suit and helmet over his head. The black and dark gray color contrast of the armor making him out to be a mysterious entity to appear within the view of these mercenaries. The Asari stepped only two feet ahead of the Onyx armored man and nodded as though to gesture to them.
The human stood to his feet seeing them and spoke, "What is the contents of your visit?"
"No contents at all only observing said contents." The asari spoke out to him. Obviously a play on words to identify each other as buyer and seller, "You have my merchandise?"
"We do... it's in the back." The human replied.
Nodding her head at the unnamed man beside her, the asari gave him the go ahead to step forward to retreive the goods. The man did as she gestured coming up halfway before the Human Eclipse mercenary held up his hand in response to make him stop, "Is there something wrong?"
"Just hold on... Show us your payment and the sand is all yours."
The man turned his head to glance back at the buyer and she responded acceptingly, "Give him the credits..." And with that, he did handing the human a pack.
He looked down at it, "Let me just count it and-" the human was stopped when he realised what was in his hands. It was no credit transfer device, no container of some value within, it was a portable hologram projector uninstalled from an omni-tool. When the hologram opened up, the man in Onyx armor was in the middle of unhooking and taking off his helmet. The hologram feature Aria, a message recorded by her for delivering a message. She didn't say anything only grinned knowing that just from the sight of her face showing up on the device, the seller would be caught off guard and completely surprised. With a shocked look on his face, the human turned his attention up to the man to see just in time, the helmet removed and dropped to the ground. Where the neck is bordered by the suit upward to the pale green reptilian skin, the man exposed his identity as the Drell working for Aria... Syth Corvin, "FUCK!" the human had only enough time to react in surprise before he received an overcrippling biotic kick to the chin forcing his neck to snap in three locations. The familiar biotic blue essence hovering around the drell's body. Before anything could come from the salarian or asari, Syth stomped his foot to the ground hard and an orbing singularity that burst around them and caused them to lift into the air unwillingly and caused them to be unable to move just floating in the radius of the singularity. With a pull of his pistol, Syth aimed right at the Eclipse Asari Commando and with one shot, killed her inbetween the eyes. He however left the Salarian alive with his associate asari, his old Mentor and now his partner, Shak'yra.
Stepping forward, Shak'yra crossed her arms looking at the salarian floating upside down and spoke, "Where is Garlim Baukeese?" She said in a demanding statement at the living Eclipse member. Syth remaining silent just glaring at him.
