Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm

[Xero Scythe]

Basara sighed. "Alright, time to save a quarian." He walked up to the barkeeper. "Hey, did you see a drunk quarian in here?" The barkeep held out his fingers, rubbing them together in the international sign for money. "Maybe you should refresh my memory, eh?" Basara's arm lashed out, grabbing the barkeep and hauling him across the table. "Refreshed now?" Basara said, his other arm cocked back for a punch. "Y-yes, drunk quarian, got taken away by Aria's men." Basara nodded. "How do I get to Aria?" The barkeep shuddered at his circumstances. "Get taken away. That's about it." Basara nodded and let go. "Thank you for your help." He turned on the comn. "Alright Ver. Sal got taken away by some of Aria's men. Anyway, I just turned on a tracker, so follow my signal. This... is gonna get messy." Basara turned off the mic, calmly walked up to a man with a few of his buddies, and cold-cocked him. The others got off their chairs and started to fight back. Soon everyone was caught up in the fight."Barfight!" Basara roared. He had wrapped his left hand in bandages before going out, so it didn't hurt anyone, nor was it visible. The people against him had numbers, but they were drunk and against a hand-to-hand combat specialist. By the time turians came in waving assault rifles, most of the people around Basara were moaning, while he barely had a scratch on him. The barkeep and others pointed him out as the man who started the fight, and so the Turians took him away. Soon, he was in front of Aria. He scanned the room and saw Sal. He started to head over to her.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Aria:

The second Basara rised from his seat in Aria's office, most of the guards had weapons pointed at his head. One of them shoved him back down into his chair. They had stripped him of his as he entered, but had no idea what to do with his metal arm. Any move he made was being watched, and they would be ready to shoot him if he made any they didn't like.

Sal was now sitting to the side. Aria had more important things to do now than deal with a drunk Quarian. This human had come into her club and made an absolute mess of things. There were broken tables and chairs lieing around where the fight broke out needing to be replaced and blood that would need to washed out. It made her furious that this human could come in here and act like that.

Aria looked at him from his toes to his head. He was revolting her. He didn't even realize the consequences for his actions.

"Keep your weapons locked on him boys. If he so much as brings that arm up, be ready to put it back down," she instructed the guards. They raised their weapons again, and kept him in their sites. At least eight were standing around him, all ready to do what Aria willed.

"Yossar, you get the honors this evening. Show him what happens to people who disrupt my evening. Start with the nose."

Verahl:

Verahl watched as Basara started a fight with the other patrons. He hadn't been able to stop him before it was too late. Now the guards were hauling him back to Aria's office. He knew what went on in there, and with two of his company currently paying her a visit, things did not look good.

He approached the guards that stood to the stairs leading to Aria's office. This was one situation where any more force being applied would make things even worse. He'd have to try and talk his way into Aria's office.

 

[sage42]

Sal smiled when she saw Basara brought in. "Hehe hey Basara what's up?" She said chuckling, she couldn't help but laugh. At what she wasn't quite sure. She looked to the guard next to her. "Hey buddy can you get a girl a drink?" She asked sweetly. The Batarian just glared at her.

 

[The Zango]

Ocara spotted Verhal walking up to the office Basara had been carted off to and quickly jostled his way through the crowds and broken chairs to catch up to him.

"I'm right behind you if you need me boss" he mumbled into his com unit as he took up position just ten meters or so off Verhal's flank, he still had a good view of Verhal but he was also masked by the crowd. Ocara patted his hip and was reassured to feel that his backup pistol was still resting in its holster, he wouldn't hesitate to use it if it looked like trouble was going to break out.

 

[axle 19]

Raven moved through the ground irritation plastered on his face. Two members of their team were currently being held by Aria and I fight seemed to be the only remaining option. Pushing his way through, he took a position at the base of the ramp, "I'm here if you need any help Bossman."

Delicately, he patted the hilt of his knife savoring the touch of the leather as it helped calm him down. Hopefully shit won't hit the fan again..

Spoiler: OoC

Welcome Captainguy, looking forward to RPing with you man.

 

[The Zango]

Well thanks Axle you've just said the same thing that I did but much more eloquently *grumbles*

 

[axle 19]

Spoiler: Big

You mean the position? If memory serves and I hope it does, Aria's little room in Omega has two sides to it with ramps leading up correct?

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara looked at the people around him and sighed. "Well. That was foolish. Still, only way I could actually get in here without risking Sal dying." He turned to Aria. "I am truly sorry for my intrusion. I merely wished to get my friend out of this place alive. I really don't visit bars much, since most of them end up looking like that," he said, indicating with his head what he meant. "I really don't drink well. Anyway, this is probably going to sound even more foolish than in my head, but any chance Sal and I can get out of this alive? A job, maybe?" A spike pierced the bandage, black metal gleaming in the harsh lights. at the fringe, melted skin was visible. "Also, mind if I move to take off the bandages from my arm? I put the bandage on so no one would get spiked, but now it's cutting off what little circulation is left in my arm." Basara smiled sheepishly.

 

[The Zango]

Aria is an intergalactic crime boss, she rules her own space station and she's also a 400+ year old alien. Why would she have a chessboard in her private booth in her nightclub? Just... Why?

 

[Xero Scythe]

I have no clue... someone wanna send me a map of the freakin' room I'm in, 'cause I apparently have no clue as to how the hell it looks like.

Though, I would expect the Asari to be infatuated with chess. 400+ aliens, who have nothing but time and long strategies (As described by ME1 codex)...
That's pretty much chess in a nutshell.

 

[The Zango]

Could you put your last Spoiler in a quote please? I cant read HTML on my PS3, I'll edit this post in response when you WB. Thanks

 

[axle 19]

Spoiler: Xero

Aria isn't that type of Asari. She's brilliant, ruthless, and incredibly powerful. The room itself is in the upper level of Afterlife with a ramp on each side leading up and surrounded by guards. She sits on a couch overlooking the club.

 

[The Zango]

I'm going to bed now, I'll read and respond in the morning.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Spoiler: Xero

I have no clue... someone wanna send me a map of the freakin' room I'm in, 'cause I apparently have no clue as to how the hell it looks like.

Though, I would expect the Asari to be infatuated with chess. 400+ aliens, who have nothing but time and long strategies (As described by ME1 codex)...
That's pretty much chess in a nutshell.

Spoiler: OoC

Alright, I'll take this part as my fault. Aria and her club are visited several times during ME 2. Because of this I felt that detail wasn't as important since everyone had a base idea of where they were. Since you haven't, I'll explain with these.

http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Aria

http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Afterlife_Club


The video will be most helpful, but when we say she's the head of Omega, we're really not joking.

"I'm the boss, CEO, Queen if you're feeling dramatic. It doesn't matter. Omega has no titled ruler and only one rule. Don't fuck with Aria."

She's easily the series most intimidating Asari, and she knows it. She took leadership of Omega by force, and keeps the old ruler around as a puppet. Word of advice, treat her with proper respect, otherwise I will not hold her back.

Now as for the room, it has two ramps leading up to enter into the office. Inside is a small area with a few couches and tables where Sal has been currently moved to. In front of this is a small staircase that leads up to another seating area. This area has couches along the walls, and the walls have been replaced with windows that look out over the club. You have been put in a chair sitting in front of her, with several armed guards currently surrounding you and not hesitant to shoot.

Again, realize the situation you've been thrown into here. This is not the place to make threats at all. She's an extremely capable biotic, and has many people currently protecting her. You're currently sitting alone, seperated from the others, with you're weapons having been stripped from you.

I'll give you a chance to edit your previous post in light of the information surrounding this event being cleared up. I will warn you however that this style of playing, being brash and reckless, will lead to severe consequences if you are not careful.

Now, to end on a slightly higher note, this was my mistake as well. I assumed something I shouldn't have. If you ever need clarification on a subject, require more detail, or want a bit of advice, don't be afraid to ask for it. I will be more then happy to provide help on issues that arrive. I need to be notified though if there is a difficulty, or else I will continue the game.

Again, I'll let you edit your prior post if you choose, or you can stick by what you said. Whatever you choose, please notify me when you've done whichever action has been taken, whether kept the same or altered, so I can continue the story as needed.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: OOC

Well, crap. This is what happens when I decide to wait until ME2 gets a price cut. Okay, I am definitely changing that post.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Verahl:

Verahl ignored Santius. He wasn't going to bother with the Turian when the safety of Basara and Sal was at stake. He continued towards the ramp leading up to Aria's office before being stopped by the guard.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Aria:

"Frankly I don't give a damn about your Quarian friend. I'm more angry at the fact that some human thought it was a good idea to get my attention by wrecking my club." She didn't care what his excuse for his behavior was. If the human thought he was getting out of here uninjured after what he did to her club, he was sorely mistaken.

"What are you waiting for Yossar? Do what is instructed of you." She was getting annoyed by his stalling.

Spoiler: OoC

While this may seem still rather bad Zero, trust me, it is a lot lighter then what I had intended if you didn't edit.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara looked at Yossar coldly. By now the bandages had completely been ripped to shreds by the spikes and Basara's constant figeting. The black metal winked at Yossar in the strobe lights. Basara turned to Aria once more. "And what if I had a business proposition? One that would easily cover all the damages and then some?" Basara looked around him. "You apparently are rather good when it comes to deals, especially when they benefit you. So, you listening?"

 

[sage42]

Sal looked down glumly as the Batarian ignored her. The alcohol was starting to wear off, her vision was growing steadier. Every now and then Maylis voice would say in her head "Are you really so desensitized to violence that you don't know the value of a life any more?!" She could see Drays face, tears running down his bruised cheeks, Zars final look of horror as she lay dead in a pool of her own blood. Then the blurriness returned, and the thoughts went away.

She turned to the Turian guard on her right. "C'mon, could you please go get me a drink? I'll pay for it." She said with a little wiggle of her hips. He coughed and looked away scratching at one of his mandibles. "Here." he said quickly handing her his small flask. "Hehe, thank you." She said opening the flask and drinking it's contents. She felt the alcohol take effect immediately, and the memories vanished once more.