Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm

[Captainguy42]

Yossar was right behind Basara, he coughed into his hand and then saw a spatter of blue Turian blood in his palm.

"Ya, I got off clean, my lungs are bleeding too, high pressure will do that, and I'm on the wrong side of the most powerful ***** in Omega, and now I probably have a week before the Bloodpack come and murder me in my sleep. Everything is just turning up Yossar." He began to mess with his omni-tool, administering a dose of medi-gel to stop the bleeding.

 

[The Zango]

"Thanks for the compliment. No, I don't know how much shit is gonna come crashing down, and neither do you. No-one does, really. We can always guess though."

"Basara, you just tore up the club of the most powerful person on Omega. Of course we've got a world of trouble coming our way or at least you do" replied Ocara.

"now I probably have a week before the Bloodpack come and murder me in my sleep"


Ocara turned towards the fired Turian guard.

"Bloodpack you say? What's your trouble with them?"

Perhaps he could help?

It would be best to have as many hands onboard as possible if they were going to face off against the Bloodpack.

 

[axle 19]

Raven glanced at Yossar pointedly, "As much as we may or may not need new recruits. You would have to talk to Ver first turian. You seem like a good enough person to delay like you did in front of Aria for their sake," he said glancing at Sal and Basara. Idiots. I hate to wonder how much of a whole they may have dug with their reckless actions today. "Come on Ocara, let's get these guys back to base. I'm sure Saint can help them with their little bleeding problem."

 

[Captainguy42]

"Bloodpack you say? What's your trouble with them?"

" I used to be in the Turian military. During my last mission I took out a Bloodpack Officer, now that I'm discharged they decided they want payback. Aria was giving my protection from them as long as I was her guard." He responded to Ocara casually.

"As much as we may or may not need new recruits. You would have to talk to Ver first turian. You seem like a good enough person to delay like you did in front of Aria for their sake,"

"I'm sorry what gave you the impression that I want to join a group that I know nothing about, except that your leader used to work for Aria, can't decide whether I like that or not. And two of your members are dumb enough to fuck with Aria, while that may sound hypocritical I feel like I was justified."

"Have we met?"

" I don't think so but dammit if you look familiar."

 

[Captainguy42]

" The fact remains that I have no idea who you people are." Yossar replied cooly.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Spoiler: OoC

Ninja, that is probably my favourite line we've had so far in this RP.

After nearly an hour of negotiations, Verahl was escorted out of Aria's office. He had been able to secure a moment before they started to order the others to go back to the penthouse to guarentee they couldn't make things worse. He also told Yossar that if he was interested in joining, to meet him at a bar later that evening nearby the hotel.

When the elevator doors finally opened to the apartment, Verahl was blind with anger. His yell could be heard from every corner of the penthouse.

"THE TWO OF YOU GET OUT HERE! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

His teeth were gritted and showing, his brow tense and arched, and his eyes each held enough raw fury to tell everyone nearby to stay well out of arm's reach. This fuck up had cost them dearly, but could have ended far worse for them. The mere insubordination didn't only jeopardize their safety however, it also cost Verahl a lot of respect he had made over the years.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara smiled thinly. He had been lying down on the bed, waiting for the yell. He sighed and swung his legs out of the bed. He walked like a prisoner enjoying his last breath of free air. Finally he appeared in front of Verahl. Flattery wouldn't get him anywhere, and He'd be damned before offering an excuse for his behavior. He smirked for a second, remembering what Santius said. "Soon, you'll get even farther by hating Basara than Santius." He quickly wiped the smirk off his face, showing no emotions whatsoever. He spread his arms wide for a moment and said,"Alright Verahl. Let's hear it. Start your speech, hold nothing back. I accept any punishment you see fit for my insubordination and conduct with a deadly VIP. Any other charges you can think of, go ahead. I offer no excuses." his arms fell back to his sides as he waited for Veahl to speak.

 

[The Zango]

As Verhal emerged from the elevator and yelled for Sal and Basara to 'Get out here! Right fucking now' he took a chair from the cards table into the main room and sat on it, inversely facing towards Verhal and Basara.

He hadn't come to watch a spectacle however, he was there to hopefully be the voice of reason in the dispute that would follow. And one almost certainly would follow, Verhal looked ready to kill someone and however stupid Sal and Basara had been, they at the very least would still need their help and Ocara hoped he could convince Verhal of that.

 

[axle 19]

Raven winced a bit a Ver's tone, Holy shit he's fucking pissed. I would hate to be them right now. Grabbing his bottle of whiskey, he took a seat next to Ocara hoping Ver didn't do anything too drastic with them because despite their flaws, they could still be useful.

 

[Captainguy42]

Yossar grabbed a shuttle back to his apartment, when he arrived he was greeted by an inferno leaking out of his windows, and fire-team trying to put it out. Huh, Bloodpack or Aria, could have been either one. With a sigh he turned around and began walking away, he hadn't lost anything truly important in that fire, he had his guns and his armor, everything that really mattered to him wasn't anywhere close to Omega. He got back into the shuttle and told it to go to the clinic, as it took off he booted up his omni-tool and left a voice message for Verahl, " Hello Verahl this is Yossar, from Afterlife, if your still offering I'll be at the bar." With that he finished the message and sat back in the seat, and began to reflect on what kind of turn his life had just taken.

 

[sage42]

Sal stumbled out to where Ver waited, she knew that trouble was waiting, and she hated it. Sure she had been drunk but she had had little ability to still think strait, not that she would have needed it. She put her hand on her forehead as the memories returned again. The sound of a gunshot, Drey beating himself, Zars blood drenched coat. Her blood was on Sals hands even if nobody blamed her. The others didn't need to come, I would give anything to see that bosh'tet with a bullet in her head. As long as she pays for what she has done I can die happy.

 

[Chicago Ted]

"I don't even know which one of you to start with! I expect better behavior from a Varren, no, a damn Vorcha would even know better then that!"

He went directly up to Basara, his face inches away from his and kept screaming.

"I have no idea how the hell your company even stayed alive that long if that's the type of behavior they put up with! Do you even know what the word discretion means?! What about orders?! If you ever pull an act like that again without my command, and I will leave you with Aria instead of saving your worthless ass! Do I make myself clear?!"

He then turned and went right to Sal's face.

"And you! I expect a damn lot better then that from you Sal! You violated a direct order to not leave the room without my permission and went to Aria's club to get drunk, only for me to find you in the middle of a bargaining with her! Are you stupid or just pathetic?! I've had a hard time trying to decide which!"

He then took a step back and glanced at both of them.

"Do you know how much damage you've done not only to this company but to me?! You've cost me years of hard work and dedication to build up respect with Aria's Empire, only for me to have it shattered by a drunk Quarian and a human who would be dead within a week if he were left to his own devices!"

He was out of breath after shouting at them. Each breath he took was now heavy and quick. He was still boiling with anger even after venting some onto them.

"If either of you do something stupid like this again, you won't only be fearing the Blood Pack! Dismissed..." His voice turned to one of utter disgust by the end. He couldn't stand being in their presence any longer. He barged by both of them towards his room.

 

[sage42]

Sal nearly shook from Vers rant. Not from shame or fear but with her own anger. How dare he! I never asked them to save me!There was no reason for Ver to get himself mixed up in this! She thought heading towards her own quarters. She slumpped down on the bed and and tried to sleep, but the images returned. Zars face frozen in her final moment of terror and pain, Drays face bruised, an image of Mayli laughing over what she had done to the company. She quickly sat up panting, she could feel a cold sweat running down her face. "We have to find her. these thought won't leave me until we do." She said putting her head in her hands.

 

[Captainguy42]

Yossar walked away from the clinic clucthing his sides. The doctor had applied some sort of special medi-gel to his lungs, and it wasn't sitting well when he breathed he could feel the ooze seep into every nook and cranny. He grabbed a ride on another shuttle to the bar. Knowing Verhal probably wouldn't be there for a few more hours.

 

[The Zango]

Ocara watched as Sal walked off to her room and turned to Raven.

"Hey, I get the feeling you are closer to Sal then I am, why don't you see if she's ok?" he said, his voice thick with concern, it retained only a fraction of its usual jollity.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara nodded and managed to stay calm as he left the room. He actually made it all the way and shut the door before he exploded. "RRAAAAHHHH! He twisted his body and punched the wall. The skin on his knuckles was shredded. He slowly sank to the ground. "Why am I so fucking aggressive?" He clutched his head as it erupted in pain. He slowly got up, bandaged his hand, then headed down to the gym. He took off his shirt. Scars crisscrossed his back, showing the marks of his slavery. He headed straight for the hand to hand combat dummies. He activated the VI program and started to attack, loosing himself in the adrenaline, sweat and rage of a fight. Right now, he looked more beast than human.

 

[axle 19]

Raven glanced at Ocara, "I guess your right. Hopefully things will pick up and Verahl will calm down man." Standing up, he began the trek to Sal's room, bouncing ideas around in his head about what he might say to her. Pausing in front of her door, he took a deep breath before crossing the threshold. Sal sat with her head in her hands as she muttered quietly to herself. "Sal what's going on with you? Why the hell did you go to Afterlife?"