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[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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Felix had his sharp green eyes laid steadily on the Turian in front of him who held the pistol, daring him to shoot with a smile playing across his face. His mandibles fluttered slightly as he waited for that familiar sound, yet it never came. Instead he turned his head slightly behind him to the dull sound of clapping emitted from that strange alien he had never seen before. She...or at least he presumed it was a she...he could not be a hundred percent sure on that one since he could not identify this race to begin with, either way the new alien was certainly putting her input on the situation. Her insults to both him and the others were common really, he had been called way much worse than just simple 'robo-freak' and the odd identification of him made him smile a bit at how it was ironically true. However, he was no full blown synthetic but he was not about to tell those guys that since they seemed to believe it to be true judging by their expressions. Felix rolled his eyes as the two patrons simply let loose a barrage of insults at the alien. Really? They must of been drunk or something cause they just did not know when to quit it seemed.

It was unexpected though when she released a biotic pull that lifted the Turian clean into the air. He had never seen any biotic perform something like that and wondered if this was some hybrid race or something? Either way, the pull eventually ended as the Turians were now in a disheveled heap among themselves. Was it really worth all this just to call him out? Next time he would just avoid the bar all together if he even saw one Turian, another thing to add to his list of 'Don't do' during his daily activities. He did not need the help though but a part of him felt like this alien simply got involved purely for the fun of it. Too bad, he would have actually enjoyed a good fight if they took the first shot. The whole bar was just simply watching in amusement which made Felix roll his eyes. These ingrates would have never stopped the fight even if it did escalate into shooting, figures...

Felix said nothing as the two Turians gathered themselves and limped from the bar with hate in their eyes. For some reason he always loved that look. Made him feel accomplished and all tingly inside, or perhaps that was just the drinks, he never really could tell one from the other. He brushed off his coat and pulled his hood ever closer around his face with his one good arm while the other simply hung their like dead weight. He sighed to himself, now he would have to go repair the d*mn thing and that would take hours! he really did needed an upgrade but there was little material or credits to get a proper synthetic arms on Omega. Eyeing the bar and the damaged they had caused, he could already hear the heavy footsteps of Krogan making their way from the upper bar to check on what all the noise was down here. He was certainly not going to be caught and forced to pay for damages that was for sure. Looking off to the new alien who had already seated herself down for another drink, he gave her a small wave of his one good hand before speaking, "Well that was fun wasn't it? But not going to stay around for the after party, I would suggest you get out as well before they catch you." A light smile lit his dark features before he turned quickly for the back doors. Felix was not up for going against a Krogan, especially with just one good arm.

He wasted little time in waiting around before he made for his agile escape that lead to the back allies of Afterlife. The familiar shadows enveloped him as he welcomed their cool touch and his hot skin. Hopefully the odd looking alien would get out of there if she knew what was good for her. They were notorious for making you pay for anything that you broke when a brawl breaks out, but in all honesty her well being should be of little concern to him. Maybe when he was of a younger age he would have taken the time to actually help her out but right now he only cared about himself. "Alright, now that that's over with I need to get on home." He looked down at his right arm and pulled back the sleeve to check the damage, looked like he just short circuited it was all. Should not be too difficult to get it back to normal. He could hear the Krogans bellowing behind him and did not wait long to pull himself to one of the living quarter's rooftops. At least he could say he knew his way around Omega like the back of his hand now, another human expression he loved to use. He took one last moment to look behind him to make sure no Krogans had followed before casually strolling across the buildings and jumping down to one of the busy streets below.

He kept his head low and blended in with the crowds. Individuals who could care less about who you were as long as you stayed out of their way littered the streets. He obliged them, slipping through and past the many different forms and races before the streets finally began to narrow and come to a more solemn run down building that appeared to be empty. It was not luxurious at all, but this was his home and the one place he felt safe and relaxed among this den of thieves. He took a moment to glance over his shoulder once more, a common practice to make sure he was not followed before forgoing the door that never opened and climbing to the second window to slip inside. Granted, his entrance was a little rusty due to the one arm, but he managed alright. Finally he was comfortable and pulled back his hood to reveal his bare-face. A broken mirror upon the rusted wall revealed his image that he had eventually grown used to. When they first removed the markings he had hated the way he looked, to constantly be reminded of what transpired and the injustice that was placed upon his clan. But know he rather liked the image, broken and scarred, it suited him and he no longer despised himself but accepted it. "Ugh, long day Felix old boy. Next you will be fighting Krogans single handed...actually lets try to avoid that one okay?" He spoke to himself as he prepared a glass of water and pulled out a box filled with an assortment of stolen parts. Hey, he never admitted he was not a thief himself after all.

Felix brought his synthetic arm to be placed on a worn counter before pulling back the thick clothing to get to the appendage. The arm was completely gone all the way up to the shoulder, a vivid reminder of what had transpired back at that Cerberus base. It made a shiver run down his spine when he looked at it but he brought out the soldering tools nevertheless to work on the metal that formed his right arm and talons. His thoughts went back to the strange alien back at the bar as he began the busy work on his shoulder. Small sparks emanated as he tried to reconnect the wires and work out the burnt fuse. That creature was not something he had ever seen before, but he did not necessarily get that good of a look at her under the dim light of the bar. Either he had missed the memo on a new race being found or it was some alien who had been genetically altered. It was the best explanation he could come up with as he suddenly clenched his mandibles at the searing pain in his right arm. He was obviously doing something right as the synthetics reconnected with his nervous system, but d*mn did it hurt every time he did that! His old curiosity was getting the best of him he supposed. He was on Omega now and should not become too interested in new things such as that odd alien. Go putting your nose in something like that and it often got you killed, as the humans would say at least. He was still working up on his terminology for that species but so far found their phrases rather amusing and appropriate for most situations.

"At least I'm back home now, another day and your still alive is a win for me." He mumbled to himself as his teeth clenched when he finally got his talons twitching again. Hopefully the new alien had gotten herself out of the bar without too much trouble, he supposed with biotics like that there was little she could not get out of anyway. But a part of him felt regret for not returning the favor and staying to help. Well at least he had warned and showed her the back door right? That was more help than most would give in a place like this. This time a small gasp escaped him as a violent shock went up his spinal cord and set his brain on fire. That meant his arm was back up and running again but he nearly doubled over from the intense pain. The metal clawed at the counter instinctively to catch himself and he nearly let loose a string of curses for the unsuspecting pain. Bringing his arm over to face and letting it flex and grasp at the empty air, he was glad it was reconnected to his nerves once more, all be it was none too gentle when it did connect. "Gah! There we go...good as new I suppose." He examined it with inquisitive eyes before getting up and pulling his coat back over his chest while reaching for the glass of water he had made. At least now he could relax in peace without no weird aliens or aggravating Turians to get in his way. But tomorrow would be another day, best to simply enjoy the peace while it lasted.

{lol, yeah I can certainly tell she is all renegade. XD
At least Felix has some Paragade in him so there is a little good? Or maybe just being amused, I don't know. ^^}

[Benathorn]

{I finally got around to finishing his more hooded appearance and without his tribal marks!
Now he looks much better hopefully and more accurate to the story.
Sorry for interrupting the RP, just wanted to share. <3}

[R0be0]

(He looks totally badass.
That's awesome- it really is. ^^)

When the turian warned her that she might be best off getting away while she could, she figured that he was probably right. Even though she was not injured she still didn't want to risk a full out fight with the krogan guards that kept this place in check. Not to mention the fact that even though she enjoyed fighting, she wanted to keep her records as clean as possible, even in a place like this. No sense becoming a notorious criminal when you had enough on your mind already. So Styles followed behind the turian as he made his way out of the back exit of the club. She could hear the sounds of the krogans getting closer and closer, and her aggressive vibe in her being told her to go back there and kick ass, show them who they were messing with. But her sanity and stable mind claimed over her actions, and continued to make her leave without a brawl. You have to make sure you keep confused Styles, wanting to make everyone who wants a beating gets one is not the answer for staying under the radar. It's bad enough that you had to intervene with the turian fight, it would have been best if you had of just stayed back and laughed. As she left Afterlife she entered the back alleys surrounding the place. The Prothean snorted as she still heard the sounds of the krogans looking for them. They must have figured that they would have came out this way to try and avoid detection. So their more than just a hunk of meat with guns? Interesting. A brief smirk cradled her face as the thought came through, but she knew that she needed to get moving before they could just get a clear trail and line of sight with her.

Darting away, heading in a separate direction than the turian had headed, she walked into the crowd of people roaming the allays and streets. Some of them gave her a questioning look as they seemed to try and come to a determination of what she was, but she ignored their confused looks. Even if someone dared asked her what she was, she wouldn't answer with the truth. What would be the chance that they would even believe her? Slim to none. Still she wasn't going to take the chance that someone would believe her and exploit her for what she was. She had yet to come up with a lie to what she was, and that would explain why no one had seen something like her before, but she hadn't really even needed to. For the past couple of weeks she hadn't talked to anyone save the krogans that she was renting a room off of, and they talked to her only about armor and weaponry. She hoped that everyone would just leave their pondering of what she was in their heads, and not try and ask her for themselves. If she happened to get in major or repetitive trouble with the law however they would probably try and get everything out of her, and she knew that some of their methods were effective, and not in a good way for her. That was why she had not signed on to any of the merc groups, even if her krogan landlords had asked her if she wanted to help them and their group. She would just have to hope that the credits that she found off of the bodies of her original victims would be enough for her to get through until some sort of arrangement was made.

As Styles eventually got towards the more slum and darker holds in the living district she came across the place where she was calling her home. As she walked inside she found that the place was empty, the krogans had probably already gone out to try and see what sort of trouble they could stir up. That was fine by her, they were loud and annoying beasts, either arguing or acting like rabid dogs with one another. She didn't understand the krogan, or why they acted like they did, but that was not really important. They were a dying species, or at least that's what she had heard, something about some genophage. She wasn't sure if she felt bad for them or not, if they really were as over-populated and aggressive before than they did deserve something like this to try and push them down. Styles didn't dare say anything like this out loud though, even her stubborn and bold as she was knew better than to bite the hand that fed her.

Getting situated at home, she sat back on her bed which was pressed against the far right wall of the room. There wasn't much in her room, there was a small wall-safe that she could put something in if need called for it, but at the moment she didn't have anything of value, in fact she didn't have anything. And even if she did she wouldn't put it in the wall-safe, she knew the krogans knew the code to open it, and there was no doubt in her mind that they would try to steal anything she put in there. She knew better than to trust a bunch of mercs who stooped as low as killing for money. Surprisingly the aggressive alien didn't approve of mercenary work, it just seemed too shady, even for her. Killing was perfectly okay, but being someone's tool to go out and do it, not for your own pleasure, but for someone else's? Well that just seemed stupid, even if it was for credits.

As these thoughts flooded through her, she heard the sound of the krogans coming into the house, deciding that she would see what they had been doing she walked out of her room and into the main living area where three of the krogans came in, looking quite roughed up and bloody. But the fourth one, a warlord named Jarrid was not with them. "What happened to you guys? Looks like you got beat to hell."

One of the krogans, Carbus (who also happened to only have on eye, the other he claimed was ripped off his face by a vorcha with a grudge.) Turned to face Styles with a darkened look. "Band of mercenaries, the Ironfists, took us by surprise, apparently we walked into their territory and they didn't like that. Our client said that it should have been a safe route to our victim, but it was clearly a trap. Ironfists were expecting us, outnumbering us six to one, we didn't stand a chance. Jarrid got snatched by them, don't know if he's still alive or not, but my bets are they're keeping him for assurance that we don't cause them any trouble." Carbus grumbled, making a fist. "If I manage to track down the coward that did this to us, he'll regret ever being born."

Styles couldn't help it, even though she wasn't on a personal level with these krogan, she still felt defensive for their well-being. Plus she needed so practice, so with a smirk she crossed her arms. "Where do I find them?"

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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Felix slept soundly in his bed as a steady beeping noise could be heard. A soft glow of orange blinked in sync and filled the room with a glow as the Turian was finally woken up from his slumber. His Omni-tool held a message, waiting for him to listen to it as he blinked his eyes a few times to rid them of the short amount of sleep he was able to gain. It was apparently from the Red Talons, getting back to him about having any work for him to take on. He finally was able to swing himself out of bed and wash his face quickly to awake more, looking at the time to only see it had been less than two hours that had slept. He sighed to himself before getting dressed, placing on his gray cloths and then some light sliver armor which fit his form snugly. It was the usual style of keeping himself hidden as best he could before suiting up and exiting the building. The Red Talons were an all exclusive Turian mercenary group. Not big or widely known, but at least they did not judge him on appearance...well for the most part they didn't. He was still iffy on going there though, not everyone held the mercenary leader's views but Felix guessed that was good for him in the end. Though he had been offered many times to join he just could not bring himself to. They were what he once hated after all, and even though they did not delve in the larger crimes as the other mercenary groups, he still refused to be apart of it.

Their headquarters were but a rapid transit away, and it took Felix less than an hour to get to the base. He was greeted with the usual guards who simply nodded him, dressed in their commonly seen Turian armor. Apart of Felix missed donning that armor as well but it was yet another thing he could not wear. Pushing the thought away he swiftly made his way to a group mingling around one another at a large table before his eyes set upon their leader, Talos, who adorned deep red markings upon his light pale skin. "Ah, Felix. Glad you could make it." Felix simply cast a small nod to the older Turian male who led the Red Talons, "You had work for me. How could I refuse that?" He shrugged his shoulders and could see that a few of the others were not too keen on his presence being here. "Indeed I do, come. We just caught ourselves a couple of Cerberus agents skulking around our territory. Thought you might be interested in them." Felix had already begun to growl deeply at the mere mention of the group. They had taken so much from him he often simply killed any member he found just for the sake of killing them. Fists clenched tight, he followed the older male towards the back only to find that the bodies were limp. "Dead...why did you bring them here then? Didn't take you for someone who tortured to get info." Felix spoke his opinion as Talos simply tossed him a dosser filled with information. "Read it, seems like they were looking for something on Omega. I don't know about you but any Cerberus that crosses our territory is going to be killed. These guys killed themselves when we brought them here. Cyanide capsules embedded in their teeth it seems..."

That was nothing new, all Cerberus agents had those to fall back on, but all you had to do was break their jaw and then 'whoops' no way of killing yourself and more time for him to kill them...slowly. Felix kept that little bit to himself though and looked through the dosser they were carrying on them, however, he was having a hard time believing it. "A Prothean? That can't be-" he stopped when he looked at the image it held and remembered seeing that same alien back at the bar. Talos soon spoke near as he took the dosser from Felix, "I don't believe it either. It's got to be one of their experiments or something. Perhaps some poor sole was genetically altered to try and be a Prothean, I don't know. None of my concern really but this little tid-bit here about the mercenary groups concerns me. Apparently they think one of the gangs has it in their positions, thus why they are snooping around here." Felix shook his head, his thought process was still on the fact that he had seen a Prothean. He knew Talos did not believe it but Felix recalled the base he had been at for eight months. Those experiments they did with that Reaper artifact...he did not dare recollect those memories and would not deny that if a Reaper existed than so too could a Prothean, he blinked as Talos spoke his name. "What?" He looked to the leader who had to repeat himself, "I said, I need you to go investigate one of the mercenary gangs for me. The Ironfists have been encroaching on our territory lately and I heard from one of my scouts they got into a skirmish a few hours ago with a bunch of Krogans. I need someone stealthy to go in there and get intel on whats going on. Then get out."

Felix looked to Talos steadily before finally nodding, "Yeah, sure. That should not be too hard." Talos smirked and gave him a pat on the shoulder, "Only you would say that Felix. Be on your guard though, I don't like it when gangs play the ambush game. The Ironfists don't usually operate like that. It makes me suspicious...keep your guard up." Felix nodded, "I always do." Before finally turning away and heading back out of the base. Usually with these kinds of jobs he was paid a good amount of credits that he could not pass up. Simply gaining intel was nothing too big but it was also a more tactful assignment as well. Best he stuck to the shadow for now. The Turian kept his hood close to his face, sharp green eyes barely escaped through as they pierced the darkness around him. So Cerberus was on Omega and looking for a Prothean no less? That would explain the weird alien he had seen but why would they want a Prothean of all things and where the hell did they find one alive for that matter? Felix was no Asari and had little knowledge on the ancient race. All he had gathered was that they were all 'benevolent' but every time the Turian heard that in a race it usually meant they were all controlling really, and witnessing the Prothean back at the bar, he would not doubt his assumption either. He would be cautious for now, if he did see anymore Cerberus agents he could guarantee that they would be killed on the spot. At least that would be beneficial to the Prothean, but he did it for his own merits really.

Felix kept to the shadows and alleys of Omega. Ironfists usually based their gang on the west part of the station and personally the more dangerous side, even though all sides were dangerous. Felix pulled himself agilely to one of the nearby rooftops and walked quietly on the scaffolding's to look down from above. It appeared there was quite a few of the gang members below but their base was located towards a more fortified building just ahead. However, what caught his attention was the transportation of a rather large Krogan being pushed along, all be it not too easily done. At one point the giant brute slammed one of the gang member into the wall, knocking the bloke out cold. Felix smiled to this, it was always fun to watch a Krogan beat another with little ease but the giant was reprimanded with a shock that made the Turian flinch. It took a lot take a Krogan down and Felix could only imagine the voltage that was required to do so. Enough to kill him that was for sure! He moved after them steadily above and concealed from view, he was simply here to gather any odd happenings and right now he was seeing a lot that was off at the moment as he followed the small group and Krogan to the main base.

[R0be0]

(I apologize if this post is not the best, my rat just passed away.)

Getting the directions to the Ironfist's base was the easy part, getting there was surprisingly more difficult. As she started to get deeper and deeper into their territory she came across more and more of their members patrolling the backways. It made sense though, considering that they had been attacked just hours before. She wasn't going to risk drawing any sort of premature attention, and so instead of taking out the mercs, she simply avoided them using the shadows. However she was no assassin, no skilled shadow-dweller, she was someone that liked to just use brute force and take out of enemy directly. That made avoiding them all the more difficult for the ancient alien, but someway, somehow she managed to get past them and deeper into the heart of their territory, without them even noticing her presence. Styles knew she had to act quick now however, due to the fact she had taken longer being sleathy than she would have if she had just stormed through, and that meant that she had left Jarrid longer in the grasps of the Ironfists, well that was if he was still even alive. Which being alive and being under the control of a group like the Ironfists, well, you might be just better off if you were dead instead. The Ironfists were a notorious gang, and one known for their short and dangerous tempers, fueled with their rage against so many others, the interspecies mercenary group was not one to be taken lightly. Especially when you were their enemy.

Styles continued on until she came across the base, it was a shabby looking place, which met equally with the gang's darker demeanor. She assumed that they were already inside when she got there, and so she hurriedly went over to the door, opening it and going into the base of operation. It wasn't an especially larger area, really the main room where she entered, empty save some crates of which held things Styles didn't even want to know. Off on the left side of the room there were two doors, in which Styles didn't know where either of them went on to. But in this room there was everything that she needed to work with. Jarrid was here, alive, but being shoved along like some kind of animal. He was surrounded by a group of the mercs (who were not out patrolling of course.) And the gang's leader Malfaro was there as well. A cheeky looking Batarian who was known for his shady and darker nature. As Styles quickly and quietly hid behind a couple of the crates, she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't the only other non-Ironfist in the room, but that was probably just her adrenaline speaking.

"Now what were you and your friends thinking when you came into my territory?" Styles overheard Malfaro yell, obviously speaking to Jarrid. "You Krogan are more thick and stupid than I could have imagined... I could kill you, you know, but what would be the fun of that? Your buddies are gonna come right back to my doorstep hopin' to get'cha alive, but in truth none of you will be leaving with your heads attached." It took all of Styles's willpower to keep hidden and not blast his head off. But she would wait until a good moment, and then, a just then would she strike. "Now, now, don't look at me like that you overgrown reptile. You wouldn't want to make me too angry now would you?" Malfaro was clearly just taunting Jarrid now. He's going to regret that when I get my hands on him. She made that mental note to herself. As she peeked out around the crates for just a second she got sight of Malfaro's haunting grin, his four eyes all cast an thick evil tint to them, radiating something that Styles knew to only be classified as hate. She was going to be going out there soon, she could just feel it. "So how about my friends here show you where you're going to be staying while you're here, I'm sure you're just dying to see it." Rolling her eyes at the stupid pun, Styles knew that it was now or never.

Jumping out from behind the crates Styles blasted the mercs closest to her in a biotic wave, sending them flying across the room like light-weight. That (obviously) caught everyone's attention, and within seconds, all eyes and weapons were aimed at her. "What's this?" Malfaro questioned, keeping his own shotgun close. "Do we have a martyr here boys? Or just a fool? And what the hell is that thing? Some sort of laboratory reject?" He chuckled, "oh what does it matter? Just kill it."

So it was that easy to get a mercenary group to try and kill you huh? Well I learned something at least. Quickly she put up a barrier around herself, which helped deflect the rain of bullets that came towards her. Though while she kept the fading shield around her her other biotic moves were not as effective as she would have liked. So instead she reached for her one gun that she owned; a pistol. An Edge II to be exact. Shooting quickly with decent aim she managed to strike down two more of the mercs. Though at the rate that her barrier was decreasing she knew that she needed to reclaim cover once more, and try to use her surroundings as an advantage point. So with no hesitation she ran back to behind the crates, still firing at the mercs as she walked backwards, and managing to hit one of them in the upper chest, not killing them, but giving them a fatal wound which made them fall to the ground, helpless.

She needed to think what she was going to do, and fast. She was greatly outnumbered, and only had so much power. She knew that she was stubborn enough to fight to the death, but over what, a small boarder skirmish? She hoped not. That was not a good ending to the last of the Protheans.

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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Felix followed the group as they entered the base. It was certainly run down and old but well fortified and with little to no way in expect through the doors below, looks like he would have to go in the old fashion way, through the ventilation system...again. He hated vents, close quarters and a death trap if you got caught in one with a barrage of bullets behind or underneath, he would have to be quiet. Looking for the tall tale grated entrance, he found the vent near the top of the base and grasped at the grate with his synthetic arm. Clasping his mechanical talons over the metal, he was able to bend it with ease but had to exert effort to pull it off it's foundation. Finally it came off as he tossed the metal to the side and slid his body into the compact space below.

There was a loud thud as he hit the metal flooring, and he waited a bit with a silent curse. When no alarm was raised he crouched down and began his move forward towards the sound of voices just ahead. He did his best to keep his footsteps silent as he moved through the vents but soon came to a stop as he peered through a grate and watched them bring the Krogan in towards a Batarian he knew well enough. Malfaro, the leader of the Ironfists and a notorious enough gang leader to be known among the others. Seems like he was goading the Krogan with threats and insults, the usual gang happening when someone caught another on their turf. This was exactly why Felix never got involved with them...'Then what the hell are you doing right now?' His conscious was always telling him such things but he pushed it aside as he brought out his Omni-tool and began recording information.

But something unsuspected happened as movement caught his eye and he was shocked to see that same alien from the bar make an appearance. "What the hell is she doing?!" He whispered sharply to himself as he watched her throw a violent biotic at the mercs and knocking many of them over. Well this compromised some things, he was not expecting the Prothean to be here and a part of him could still not believe what she was. He was impressed with how many she was able to take out at one time but just like any biotic she was beginning to tire. Felix sighed, was he really going to get involved in all this? He could already feel his body pull back as he lifted a boot and kicked the ventilation grate off to allow him access below.

So it seemed he was getting involved, he supposed he did owe it to her for helping back at the bar, if you could call it that really. Pulling out his pistol and a steel Turian made dagger in one hand, the Turian jumped down into the chaos undetected as they focused on the Prothean. They would need more help than just the two of them as he made his way over to the Krogan Prisoner. Pulling his dagger over to the aliens bonds, he quickly sliced the large brute free only to be met with his head nearly knocked off in the process. Dodging quickly he raised up his hands as the Krogan turned on him, "Hey, wait I'm here to help!" The Krogan stopped mid swing and simply grumbled down at him, "A Turian helping a Krogan? Haven't heard that one before." Okay, Felix had to agree with him there but now was not the time to chat, "I think your friend came here to save you. The least you could do is smash some heads right?" By now they had already gained the attention of some of the mercs as shots were fired in their direction.

Felix took cover behind some crates as bullets grazed over his head. He dug into one of the pockets of his coat and pulled out a flash-bag grenade before chucking it over towards his enemies. A large blast sounded before a flash of blinding light seared the mercs eyes. Yells and curses followed quickly as he dashed over the crates and quickly dispatched one of the mercs with a quick stab to the neck. It was his preference to use a few bullets as possible, to save them till he needed them most, and at least now they had a Krogan on their side. Pulling his dagger from his victims neck, shooting another in the head, and stabbing one just behind him, Felix allowed his body to move through effortlessly as he cut them down while their Krogan friend made a path through with brute force. All he had to do was unleash his Krogan fury and simply squash his foes, that, and his anger certainly seemed to be helping them as well. Felix soon had to take cover once again as more mercs entered the fray. He was closer to the Prothean now and waved over to her to show he was there to help before dodging and rolling to avoid a blast from a frag grenade. He fumbled roughly over to cover and within hearing distance of the Prothean.

"Hey there again, remember me?" He smiled through gritted teeth as he threw one of his last grenades to return fire before unleashing a few shots behind cover and ducking down once more. "Don't know if going up against a whole gang by yourself is such a good idea but your heart is certainly in the right place." A load yell from their Krogan indicated that he was having a good time smashing things while they kept their heads low. Felix did not have his armor like he used to so he could not risk a full on assault, which bugged him to no freaking end! What he would not give for some good havoc issued armor once more... "So, uh...Prothean right?" He yelled over the commotion as he made small talk and continued to shoot in between, "What brings one of you guys all the way out here to Omega." He smirked at how he was casually making conversation while they were being attacked from all sides. Story of his life right? He really should have not gotten involved but at least they were keeping the mercs at bay for the time being. Now was just them trying to find a way out without being killed or blown up in the process...this was turning out to be loads of fun!

[R0be0]

Styles has noticed when the Turian came down out of the vent, and proceeded to free Jarrid. What the bloody hell is he doing here? Because of this synthetic arm, and dark hood it was easy to recognize him as the Turian that had been in Afterlife during the brawl. It seemed sort of strange that she would run into him again, but she wasn't going to just throw away help when it came, she knew that if she were to fight this battle out on its own that it would be nothing more than a suicide run. We're still outnumbered, and they have the advantage of knowing and using the surroundings to their benefit more so than us. But we can do this, we can blow those fools straight to hell. Trying to make herself feel more determined, Styles lifted up a crate on the far side of the room, and threw it at a high speed, making it smack right into two mercenaries who feel limply to the ground. She felt pleased that after all this time in stasis she was still able to preform her biotics to their extent. She would have figured that she would have lost some, if not most of her skills while trapped in their for so long, however this was not the case. In fact, if anything she felt more empowered and deadly than she ever had been before. Maybe it's because this world's not overrun by reapers... At least not yet.

When the Turian came over behind the same crates that she was, she was continuing to use both small biotic blasts to stun and confuse the enemy, sided with the occasional round from her pistol. After hearing what the Turian said, she smirked and chuckled slightly. "I think it would be kind of hard to forget someone who's ass you've saved. I guess we're even now." Going out for a small two second blast, which knocked over the mercs who were already injured or confused due to the Turian's grenades. "And was it that obvious? I figured that everyone would have no clue what the hell we looked like." She did have to wonder how he found out what she was, or do I even really want to know? Styles had yet to tell anyone who or what she was though, and it made trying to understand how he knew all the more difficult. "Oh, and you know- the view, sights, the whole threat of possibly being killed by random civilians. Oh, and slavers, slaver terrorists to be exact." She went out for another burst this time using her pistol, she managed to shoot (and kill) one of the mercs, and injure another. Most of them were now in serve pain by her, Jarrid, and the Turians attacks, or they were dead. Malfaro himself was fairly injured, as an unarmed Jarrid was repeatedly punching him over and over again.

"Stop, stop!" She could make out Malfaro's cry. "We surrender! We surrender!" The coward, didn't even want to last out the entire fight. Well Styles for one, wasn't going to stop fighting just because her enemy had given up. Maybe that was a cowardly thing to do, keep fighting even though the enemy called out surrender, but she didn't care, they deserved what they got. Nearly everyone in this planet deserved some sort of punishment for what they had done, but she wasn't going to go around pushing people for fun. But that didn't mean when she got the chance to slit the throat of one scumbag that she wasn't going to take it. Jarrid seemed to be on the same track as her, because even as Malfaro continued to cry out for him to stop the Krogan continued to go on. Malfaro's face was probably now even more distorted and strange than the Batarian face already was. Jarrid, like most other Krogan could pack quite the punch when he needed to, and was a deadly enemy. That's why she for one was glad that she taken side with the large reptile humanoid, for have a better kick-ass force coming their way.

Styles snorted, "like hell." She muttered lowly under her breath as she came out again with her pistol, managing to kill a merc with a shot between the eyes. The mercenaries seemed confused on what they were supposed to do. Their leader was still yelling for the fight to stop and that they had surrendered, but at the same time the line of fire coming from her had yet to cease. The fact that Malfaro was still being beaten to near death by a pissed off Krogan probably only widened the mass confusion. Good, that's what we need. The more confused and unprepared the enemy is, the more of the chance there is that we can take this thing while we're still going strong. She was going to have to soon switch back to using her biotic abilities though, due to the fact that her pistol was almost clean of ammo. Damn, well going at the rate we're going at this fight isn't going to be lasting that much longer anyways. I've missed fighting, the thrill, the danger, and the bloodlust. Hmph, that didn't make me feel all to sane thinking of that. But oh well, I've deserved a bloodlust after everything that has happened with me. That was going to be how Styles rationalized her sudden surge of bloodlust; for the fact that she had her entire species be killed off, and that she had been in stasis for fifty thousand years. Yeah, that made sense to her.

Almost all of the enemy were dead now, and only some of the mercenaries managed to be living with major wounds. Malfaro was still alive, because she could still hear him yelling to make Jarrid stop. But his tone was getting weaker and weaker, and soon she knew that the battle would be finished, and she would be able to declare a victory over the Ironfists. But after the fight, she realized she would have to find out why the Turian was here, and even more importantly how he had found out that she was Prothean. If there was something that was going around that was able to name her as the last sole Prothean than those Cerberus fools would have an easy path to coming to find her once more. She would be more ready this time when they came however, she would make sure that she put up a fight that they wouldn't soon forget. She knew they were a dangerous bunch though, and she had overheard some people talking about them, and how much of a threat they could be. She didn't know what they wanted with her, or why they were trying hard to get her back into their grasps.

But honestly, she didn't want to know.

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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Felix was answered by the Prothean as she recalled who he was. "Yeah that's me, robo-freak or whatever you called me back there. But sure, we will call it even if we get out of this without a scratch." He ducked out of reflex as she leaned over the creates and fired out her rounds to ward off the mercs. She made no excuses for what she was and Felix simply smiled as she questioned if her race was obvious to others. "No. In fact, I don't think anyone would believe you if you told them what you are. The only reason I believe it is because I've seen what Cerberus is capable of, but more importantly, what the Reapers can do." That was all the information he would give on that subject for now. Felix still did not yet know if he could even trust this alien, it was how everyone was here on Omega, although he could remember a time when he was far more trusting than this. He had no more time to talk as the Prothean unleashed a small biotic burst before he added to the affect and shot the mercs she downed, killing them before they had time to get back up.It seemed they made a pretty good team, each baking the other up as one strikes, the Prothean still had an impressive amount of biotic power as well which was interesting to see come into play. Her answer to his question of her being here made him chuckle though, he loved sarcasm such as this and could merely smile briefly to her casual statement. Who wouldn't want to see the sights of Omega, right? However the last part about the slavers was probably more accurate. Felix supposed that that would explain how she came to Omega, it was how many came here unfortunately.

The cries from the Batarian mercenary leader to cease fire was...unexpected. Felix did not believe it at first but soon the barrage of bullets and grenades stopped as confused gang members were at a loss of what to do next. Were they not supposed to have someone who took up command for this sort of situation? Or perhaps that was just a Turian thing, his race always had someone to take the reigns if the current leader was incapacitated, straight down to the lowest grunt. But apparently that was not the case with these Ironfists and he shook his head at their lack of military prowess before leaping over the crates and making his way over to Malfaro and the Krogan. The Batarian was a bloody mess and even Felix had a hard time discerning his features from the swollen pulpy flesh that was now currently his face. Felix simply clicked his mandibles before leaning down and taking the gang leader's Omni-tool for himself. "I'll be taking this if you don't mind." His tone was light and unsympathetic towards the alien as he downloaded all the omni-tool's data for himself. This would be more than enough info for the Red Talons and a real prize indeed, however, he was not about to stay around any longer. These fools may be confused and beaten for the moment but it did not take long for them to regroup and start shooting again.

The Turian turned quickly to the Prothean and Krogan, "I would suggest leaving before they regroup..." He hesitated a bit, debating weather or not he should help lead them out of this place. He supposed leaving them here without knowing the lay of the land would only hinder the two, but should that really be of any concern to him? 'Come on Felix, I remember when you would never turn away those in need of help back in C-sec. Now look at you? Debating weather these two's lives are even worth helping.' He chastised himself mentally as he very reluctantly gave in and turned back to them, "Look, there are some back passages built into Omega that can lead us out of here. If you stick close I'll show you the way...or stay here, it really does not matter either way for me." His tone was more reserved than usual as he shrugged his shoulders, but he had already said it so now he was committed. Many dead bodies littered the area and even he was beginning to feel the warm wetness that indicated bullets had grazed him. It was only a few spots that were dotted blue but he quickly administered a medi-gel to take care of that. It was at times like these he desperately wished he had his armor instead of what he wore. Kinetic Barriers could only do so much for one individual before they were overloaded after all.

Felix opened his own Omni-tool to inform the Red Talons he had received the data intel they needed before closing it and accessing the damage. Not much they could do for the Ironfists now but he was not going to waste anymore time waiting here in the hot zone. "Best be out of here quickly. Do what you want but I'm heading back...you coming big guy?" He looked to the Krogan but received only a grunt in return as Felix turned and peeked out of the building to see if any more gang members waited for them outside. When he was satisfied that the coast was clear he went out quickly and veered left to an unsuspecting back alley. Above were the rafters he had used to come in here in the first place, but they would be going down instead. Besides, he did not believe that a Krogan would be, uh, supported well by the beams. These back passages were only known to a few on Omega surprisingly, a gift from Aria for a job well done on a past mission that nearly coast him his life. But then these passages had been a life saver for him multiple times so he supposed that it was worth it in the end.

Felix waited for the two to finish up whatever business they had left inside. He would give them three minutes before he called it quits and left them behind. He was not too keen on showing them this passage anyway but busied himself by leaning against the wall and looking over the data he had gathered real quick. He was surprised at the amount he had acquired and knew that the Red Talons would be using this information for years to come to thwart the Ironfists and steal profit. But there was also mention of Cerberus in the data and that made a low growl rumble deep within his throat as he felt the familiar hatred for them emerge. Apparently they had been investigating this area too but gave little insight as to what other than reports of them taking a few hostages here and there. If the Prothean had anything to do with Cerberus he would be wary of her, for more than one reason. Cerberus had a way of controlling the things they found and for all Felix knew this Prothean could probably just be a secret agent looking for him. Spirits know they have certainly come after him before, he could not risk them finding him again. But somewhere in the back of his mind he got the feeling that she was not with Cerberus. Still, everything was tense at the moment and risky, "Ugh, just get them out of here and be done with them Felix. They are not your problem and as soon as they are gone you can say goodbye to ever seeing them again. I don't need anymore of this Cerberus sh*t that's for sure..." He mumbled to himself as he waited for the other two patiently to either follow or get killed. It really did not matter to him in the end.

[R0be0]

Styles did have to admit that she was surprised by the Turian's offer to help them get out of here. The stubborn part of her screamed at her to refuse his offer and to go her own way, as she always felt was safest. But another part of her knew that if she and Jarrid escaped and headed directly back from where she came they would surely run into the reinforcements and winning this part of the fight would have been for nothing. Will you really let your pride consume you so much that you're going to put your life at risk because of it? You don't need to trust this guy, well not really, you'll just have to make sure that you think he'll lead you out of here. He's a killer, an assassin, in terms, he must be used to getting out of places undetected, which is one of your flaws. Besides the Krogan group would be pretty pissed off if all you came back with was Jarrid's head after his body was annihilated by the Ironfists. Just get out of here. The Turian had apparently left, probably waiting for them to see if they would come. Jarrid was looking at her expectantly as if she held his directions in her hands. Wasn't what he did none of her business? Hell, he could just run outside naked into the mercenaries that were surely coming and she wouldn't care. What a disturbing, yet funny thought. It would sure enough distract them long enough for us to get out of here! Her mind joked as she held back an out of character small chuff.

Looking at Jarrid her eyes narrowed, "what are you waiting for? I'm not your leader, you can do whatever it is you want to." She knew that she didn't have much time to contemplate what she was going to do, and so she didn't have enough time to think for the both of them.

"I don't trust that guy," Jarrid said in his naturally deep and dragged voice, that commonly found in the Krogan species. "But if first impressions serve I do like him. He has skills, and he cares about himself more than us, which means he won't be bluffing about getting us out. As to make sure his own hide is saved. I'm not a fool, not a fool to rush right into a suicide trap, so I vouch we go with him." What was with the "we"? Styles was pretty sure that she and Jarrid were not a team, they were just both stuck in this mess. But he did make a good point and eventually she nodded in agreement.

"Fair enough. We'll go with the Turian, but I won't save your ass again if you get into trouble."

"I'd be disappointed if you did."

Styles began to follow out through where the Turian had gone, and she soon found him standing around, obviously waiting to see if they would have came or not. Her eyes darkened ever so slightly, as she seemed to be analyzing him. He seemed to be a local here on Omega which meant that he wasn't probably the most trustworthy person in the world, but she knew that what Jarrid said was true. He seemed like the type that would do anything to make sure that he, and he alone was kept safe. Though this was something that normally wouldn't be good if you were putting your trust and direction into someone, but in this kind of case, it actually helped. It meant that he knew a way out. Either that or he was actually part of the Ironfist himself, but she highly doubted this, given that he had killed a lot of their members, and no group would be willing to give up a good majority of their group to capture a couple of prisoners, no matter who or what they were. Because these were the only two things that he had to insure his safety Styles knew that he would make sure that their pathway to get out of the Ironfist territory would be a sly and yet secure one. And even though there is little more that I would like to do than slaughter some more of the mercs, they're probably in a much larger number now, and going into them would be a stupid move. Then it wouldn't matter what I am, I'd just be a corpse anyways.

"So where are we going and how do we get there?" Styles asked, direct and blunt, getting straight to the point. Maybe later there could be in-formalities but for right now the only priority was to make sure that they got out of here alive. She still had her pistol out, and she held it tightly in her three-fingered hand, she wasn't afraid to use this gun on anyone that proved to be a threat, be in a mercenary or one of these two fellows who happened to get a new train of thought. She had been lucky that she had managed to loot it from one of the mercenaries that had first brought her to Omega. They had been carrying assault and shotguns as well, and there was even one sniper rifle, but she didn't know how to fire one of those things, and she was actually worried about what might happen if she tried to. She was someone that was used to light combat fighting by now, doing it without brute force, but with skill and biotics. She wouldn't even know how to use a pistol well had she not been taught before she had gone into stasis. Her father wanted to make sure that she knew how to fight, and that she would be prepared if the reapers came and tried to kill her. It was funny, thinking back on these thoughts and realizing that all these had been warriors, the other Protheans had mostly been brute force soldiers with wills of steel, and strength to match, but in the end she had been the only one to survive. Well the only one that was known about anyways. And she wasn't going to think about the chance that maybe someone else managed to survive all these years as well, because she wanted to make sure that she didn't get her hopes up.

In the distance she could make out the sound of some of the other mercenaries coming towards the fort, she could hear them only because some of them were shouting about an attack, and about how the main body of their camp had taken causalities. She turned to look at the other two which probably would have been able to hear the fast approaching mercenaries, which gave Styles the signal that they needed to get the hell out of here. Now. "Let's go before they find us, I'd hate to have survived the camp attack only to be taken down once the fight was finished." She had gotten Jarrid, and now she wanted to do nothing more than to get out and make sure that she was alive to tell the tale. "Oh and by the way," she was looking at the Turian mainly now, her eyes showing a fiery burning that she kept within her. "If you try anything robo, you'll bet that I won't hesitate to pump some led through your head." She made a motion which her hand that held her gun, indicating that she was talking about it.

This was not a threat, it was a promise. And she always kept her promises.

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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Felix flicked his Omni-tool off as he heard footsteps coming his way. He had to admit, he was a tiny bit surprised that they had decided to follow, but he could see the suspicion in their eyes. Good, that meant they weren't stupid enough to trust a complete stranger like him. Likewise, he did not trust them as well and was still regretting showing them a way out, it was uncharacteristic of him but he supposed it was curiosity which compelled his act. He had even went out of his way to help them against the Ironfists, another uncharacteristic thing of him to do when in all honesty he could have just let things played out and gotten the info off of the dead bodies. And here he thought he had eradicated that good conscious of his years ago, what a bother. He could feel the Prothean's golden stare examine him with distrust as he finally took the time to do the same. He had yet to actually get a good look at the strange new alien and her appearance was startling to say the least. It was nothing like the other races though she held a few similarities to his, besides that she was a complete oddity and a myth come to life.

"Well, glad you decided to come. It's not everyday I go around meeting Protheans and fighting gangs." He spoke with a light tone as the Prothean got right to the point and he simply pointed at the bare ground. "We go down." He said flatly as he waved his omni-tool and a passage slid open with a shoot and ladder leading into the dark belly of Omega. "It leads out to an old abandon building near Afterlife. From there you are on your own." He looked to the two as the sounds of more mercs become noticeable in the distance, that was their cue to be on their way and the Prothean made sure to get her last word in as she threatened him with a wave of her pistol. Felix was unfazed by the gesture, but was happy to see that she was being just as cautious as him and his mandibles clicked into a sly smile as she used the 'robo' nickname once again, "Don't worry, the feeling is mutual. Besides, I would not have it any other way." And with that jumped down into the abyss, sliding down the ladder till his feet hit solid ground and his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit darkness. Looking up, the light from above helped illuminate the area bellow, but for the most part Felix relied on his memory for this place. "Don't worry, I promise it's a lot safer down here than up there! Than again, you seem like the type who enjoys a battle with the odds against them." He yelled up to them as he scoffed at his own remark. Quickly moving out of the way for the two to come down and getting his barrings for the maze around him.

Now that he was finally in familiar territory without the threat of mercs surrounding him, he felt much more comfortable and allowed himself to relax a bit. The Underbelly of Omega was just as dark and grungy as it was above, only nary a soul walked these depths, and those that did stayed out of one another's way. He looked back to make sure the two had made it down safely before allowing his omni-tool to work as a light and to make the darkness more bearable. "Well, we certainly all had our fun for today. I suppose I should at least give you a name since we have come this far together. I'm Felix by the way." He would not give more than that about himself to these two but he was getting pretty tired of being referred to as the 'Turian' or 'Robo Freak' and he supposed that they were tired of being called Prothean and Krogan by him. He gave the two an examining sideways glace as he jerked his head slightly in the direction they needed to go. "It's a bit of a walk to get back to civilization so I suggest sticking close, we wouldn't want you guys to get lost down here now would we?" It was a cynical joke, to be lost in these mazes was quite a serious matter and Felix had come across a starved body or two of unfortunate souls who were the unfortunate victims of such a case. Felix only ever took the routes he knew and never ventured into uncharted territory, lest he become one of the lost down here as well.

He took the lead as he turned his back to them and led the way, though he was not keen on having his back turned in the first place, he was confidant that they only wanted a way out instead of killing him. Each was simply looking out for themselves even though he was taking a great risk in looking out for their well being down here. Their footsteps echoed far into the darkness as silence seemed to envelope their small group while the Turian listened for any signs of danger. Finally he broke the silence as he continued on, "I hope you don't have any Cerberus agents after you Protehan. Can't say I have very much love for them...but I can't exactly risk meeting them either." His voice grew venomous as he spoke their name with bitter hate, but kept his composure nevertheless. He had already seen the power she wielded with ease and could understand why those b*stards would want such a creature. Most likely to do experiments on and see if they could clone her race or something like that. He had not mentioned it to them but the abandon house was really his home. Good thing he never really kept anything important there, but he soon came to an abrupt stop as they reached the walls that connected to the building.

Felix could feel himself stiffen as voices were detected on the other side and alarm shot through his being. He held his hand up to indicate the others to stop before opening his omni-tool to interact with his terminal inside, what was revealed to him was something that made his blood turn cold. Just beyond the walls were two Cerberus agents and a slender young human female with a face etched of stone. "I thought you said you saw the Prothean interact with Mr. Talibus at the bar in Afterlife?" The female scientist...he knew her but from where? One of the agents responded back to her through the comm in his helmet, "We did mam. This is where the Turian was sighted to dwell in for over a month now. Happening upon both him and the Prothean was just luck." Felix looked up from his omni-tool towards the Prothean they spoke of as all three of them watched what was happening on the comm. The female scientist simply looked displeased with finding no one at home while her thin voice cracked through the air, "I do not like being disappointed. That Prothean needs to be retrieved to further our knowledge on the Reapers and their technology. As for our old friend Talibus, well, no one escapes blowing up a Cerberus base and simply gets away with it..." Felix remembered who she was now, she was one of the Cerberus scientist which experimented with the Reaper tech on all those aliens they had captured...including him and his family.

Felix could not help but furrow his brow plates in anger as that b*tch flaunted her power around. He got the feeling she was openly saying all this as if she knew they were listening, but he kept his growls low as the agents soon ransacked his home and eventually destroyed the terminal he was hacking into in order to see what was going on inside. Slowly he clicked off his omni-tool off and let his hands drag over his face, "Sh*t, I can't believe they found me again." His sharp green eyes darted up as he looked to the Prothean they were after as well. "If you have not realized yet, Cerberus is relentless when it comes to obtaining what they have lost and it seems you are one of those things...Looks like we aren't going this way after all." His good mood now completely gone, the Turian stood and edged away from the secret passage that they were supposed to use. "We need to get out of here and I don't mean back to your place either. I mean off of Omega entirely." He had made up his mind the moment he had seen those agents in his home, Cerberus would not stop searching, they never did, it would be an endless run no matter where he went but what of the Prothean?

Felix looked to her and the Krogan as he weighed his options, he knew of places to escape too and those who would help him, but he assumed the alien knew no one. What was it like to be in a world where you were completely alone? Actually, he could sympathize with that...and again he could feel the better side of his conscious leaning towards helping this complete stranger. 'And why the hell should I? I owe her nothing, don't even know her, and I am sure she would care about the same as well. But then, we are in the same boat aren't we? You know how it is to wake up each day with no one to rely on but yourself. Would it not be beneficial to work together?' He was just arguing with himself and that was clearly getting him nowhere, right now they needed to focus on getting out of the belly of Omega and back up to the surface. 'One step at a time Felix, lets just get out of here first and then focus on leaving the station next.' "Tell me where you two live. I'll try to get us out near there and then you can decide on what to do next. I'll be getting off this station." Honestly he should not even care about their well being, but against his better judgment yet again, he was going to help regardless. He just hoped those Cerberus agents had not found where the Prothean lived, if that was the case then he was going to take the first shuttle off this planet weather she came or not.

{Naked Krogan, lol! That part made me laugh. XD}