MassEffectRP

Nanotech? Lokyan thought. How in the hell did he get his hands on that? It's been years since Big Z stepped out of the game, and he was the only one that had nanomachines worth anything. What's Sionis playing at?

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Kara took the moment to look over at the strange man. She'd noticed him before, but couldn't place the face. Now that she heard him yelling and swearing in a thick scottish accent, she realized. "Oh no." She merely said. "That's Alec Morgan, the craziest, and deadliest merc to come out of Scotland. Or so he keeps telling people. I was gathering a dossier on him a few months ago, and now it looks like Analdrun's ticked him off." she winced a little as he punched through another wall.

"I'm gonnae keep knockin' until ye answer, ye fookin jelly!" she heard him yell.

"Motherfuck!" Came Gaijin's voice in Asa's ear. "The Asari just started talking to thin air, I think Kara's been had!"

"Orders?" She asked, preparing to make her move.

"Do nothing." Came Lokyan's cool voice. He could see Trishka across the way, looking down into Analdrun's booth, like he was. "Let Ms. McAlastair deal with this on her own. If Trishka had wanted her dead, I wouldn't have sent her." Even as he said that, his teeth ground a little underneath his hood.

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Kara was spooked. Nobody had ever caught her before, and the Asari had made it look so easy. "S-same reason as you." She replied, trying her best to keep her voice resolute. She could feel the weight of her Tanto on her hip, and the compact SMG on her chest. "You know as well as I do that the Jelly's up to something."

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Alec punched through another wall, then roared loudly. So far, he'd been ignored, and he hated being ignored. He punched though again, and his fist came away torn. He looked angrily at the cybernetics underneath as the synthflesh slowly stitched itself back together. "Come on, ye wee babies!" He yelled, his anger punctuating his scottish accent. "Come an' stop me, if ye think yer men enough!"

As Alec walked off, looking for something that looked important, he noticed Trishka from the corner of his eye.

Hey, don't we know her? Asked Clara.

Nah, we can't, at least, we haven't crossed blades with her.

Maybe she's a bounty hunter? Shyfly offered.

"Could be, I don't remember everyone that's shot at me before. Nor do I hold a grudge." he replied as he eyed a support pillar, then punched clear through it.

I wonder what that girl behind her's doing? Doesn't seem like Trishka knows she's there.

Well, apparently there are ninjas on planet. Maybe one of them has a beef or something?

"Remind me to get in touch with these ninjas later, if this doesn't work, maybe they have something to offer. Even Assassins need mercs sometimes, right? Maybe I can wear a bitchin' straw hat and be a ronin or something!" he added as he punched another wall, an interior one, giving him a view into the arena.

"Stupid Prim n' Proper." Alec mumbled as the woman walked away and slammed the door behind her. "Hasn't she seen my wanted poster?" He asked his three companions as he pulled one out.

Wow, it looks good Mister Alec. How did they get such a good picture for the poster? Shyfly asked.

He sent in headshots to the Bounty Office. Drawled Sandra, rolling her eyes.

Yeah, and it looks kickass! If someone's going to come after us, they should at least have a proper picture, not that fuzzy security camera bullshit.

So... What are we going to do now?

"My dear Shyfly, you are going to watch me work." He **** his knuckles. Not that he needed to, them being artificial, but it made him look cool. "Let's go punch holes in things until someone comes to stop us."

And no, Alec wasn't joking. He actually went on to punch holes clear through walls.

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The Sakura was the biggest club on Rouger, helped along in that it was built from a massive underground cave that extended deep into the desert, and dance music pumped through it like a heartbeat. It was a popular spot for offworlders, and especially popular with the citizens. Races were often organised through the club, dangerous low-altitude aircar races through the desert, no holds barred death races. After all everyone needed to blow off steam. Hyun watched the people dance from her office, wishing that she could be dancing down there, maybe with Lokyan, like a regular couple, but then she dragged her mind back to the task at hand. There was still the upcoming meeting with Analdrun, the possibility of the Jellyfish's new corporate backing, Assassins...

The possibilities ran through the woman's head at breakneck speed. In her life, she'd been Homeless, a drug runner, a tech expert, a scientist, a field agent, a Shinobi, a CEO, and now she was married to the most feared terrorist in Hanar space. This politics stuff was truly not her bag. Normally her problem solving came down to one of three things, Hack it, Stab it, or Buy it, none of these worked properly here.

At least, the first two didn't. The folder on her desk had been left there by a Sukuu agent, and Hyun had been agonizing over it even before she'd left for Earth. Now that she was back, she knew it couldn't be put off any longer. If Analdrun was going to be building his forces like this, they wouldn't be able to train enough Shinobi to be able to keep up with him. As much as Lokyan hated it, Mercenaries would be needed. Personally, they knew some from the old days, but this one was on the planet at this very moment, and he was quite the celebrity among bounty hunters.

She took the wanted poster out of it's sleeve, revealing a handsome, obviously posed face with a large credit amount posted as the reward.

"Alec Morgan. The Mad Merc of Scotland."

Ignoring the stranger's unmerited claims, Maeve shut the double-door behind her and the Vorcha as they entered Analdrun's viewing booth, and it locked into place.

She watched the Vorcha approach Sobakov, and moved into place beside Analdrun.