MassEffectRP

Alec wandered around Drun, humming a little song as he looked for things to do.

"My name's Alec Morgan, and I am here to say,"

Ever think we might be a little... Too crazy? Sandra asked.

"I'm gonna kill your foes and I will brighten up my daaaay~"

Explain.

"It doesn't matter now, if you are sad or blue."

Well, here we are, walking down the middle of the street, singing an upbeat song, with a little plastic horse toy sitting on our shoulder.

"Because killing all your foes is just what Alec's here to do!"

I'll admit, we haven't really gotten many jobs since we got here. Then again, we haven't really been looking.

"Cause I love to get paid, paid, paid! Yes I do!"

I think you're all wonderful people. I quite like living on Mister Alec's shoulder.

"It fills my heart with sunshine all the while, yes it does!"

Shut it Shyfly!
Shut it Shyfly!

"'Cause all I really need's fun, fun, fun, from these happy jobs of miiine!"

Well hello. Look ahead. Those guys don't look to friendly.

Think they're mad that we killed that guy on our first day?

It's possible... Sorry, I'll be quiet, like you asked.

Without skipping a beat, Alec drew both his weapons and fired Clara twice, killing two mercs that obviously weren't prepared to face a madman, having not activated their shields yet.

"I like to see them die, I like to see them bleed!" He continued singing as he caught a blade on Sandra's basket, and emptied Clara's clip into its owner's belly.

Anyway, like I was saying. Maybe we should ask in Jellyland if they'd like to hire us to blow **** up in the coliseum or something.

"The depths of my purse filled up is always Alec's need!"

What, like a gladiator for hire kind of thing? Clara responded as a new clip slammed home and Sandra slashed across a man's throat.

"But if you're kind of worried, afraid my skills'll make you frown..."

Oooh! That sounds fun, Ms. Sandra! Shyfly added as a bullet whizzed past her, causing Alec to spin round and impale the shooter on Sandra's tip, smiling and singing still.

"I'll work real hard and do my best, to turn that sad frown upside down!" he sang in the man's terrified face before withdrawing the blade.

Seeing no more combatants, Alec holstered his weapons and started off in the direction of the Coliseum. "'Cause I like to make them bleed, bleed, bleed..." he continued singing.

Yeah, that's what I had in mind. I mean, worst case scenario? They say no.

Not like they can slap a slave collar on the big guy anyway. Remember the guy that tried the Neural Collar back on that Batarian ShitWorld?

Ha! I do remember that! I suppose when the Reapers scramble your brains, a few perks come to the forefront.

How do we know it was the Reapers that scrambled his brains? Maybe we just see things now that most people can't?

Why is it that every time a new voice comes in here we need to have a discussion on philosophy?

Sorry, won't bring it up again.

Trishka milled about in the stands of the colosseum, making her way through the crowds of cheering drunks and criminals.  She blended in about as much as a leather clad Asari commando could.  It wasn't like she was trying much anyway.  Her presence may have been noticed, but not opposed.  Being second to Tobias, the "great broker of peace" pretty much allowed her to move as she willed around the city.  After all, Tobias wasn't the one trying to exterminate any of the other two players, not openly at least.

"Bunch of backwater f*cking savages."  She muttered "A**hole sends me here to watch the f*cking jellyfish in his temple of barbaric f*ckery."

Trishka always did have such a way with words.  Analdrun was clearly increasing the number of his company.  The vorcha was new, undoubtedly a new attack dog.  It wasn't like anyone in the galaxy hired vorcha for their lovely smiles and pleasant demeanor.  There was Sobakov, the assassin for hire.  And, of course, there was the jellyfish and his number one sociopath, Maeve.  With this many players, Lokyan had to have had at least a few people in the crowd.  But ninjas being ninjas, Trish didn't spot any yet. 

She watched below as the mammoth Yahg charged this "Champion," some unarmed human who looked like he was about to sh*t his pants and be eaten.  The order of which being up for debate.  But Trish was more interested in the departure of Maeve.

"Wherever could you be going you psycho b*tch?"  Trish pondered before pursuing.  She followed Maeve back towards the entrance of the colosseum, making sure to stay with the crowd and at least attempt to be unseen.  And that was when she saw the deal go down between her and the businessman.  With a few stokes of her omnitool she captured some images. And immediately sent them back to the Claudia.

"Tobias, we got a new player in town.  Well dressed human, just exchanged a briefcase with Maeve.  Run a facial recognition scan on the images I sent you."

"Beautiful and capable, you are truly one in a million Trish."  The voice of Tobias responded across the channel.

"F*ck off Tobias."

"Tiny human get smashed! Gaahhaha! More blood, more!" Ka'agar bounced exuberantly, eyes alight with expectation of seeing the small human smeared across the arena in a fountain of red. "Big alien fight now! Go go!" His cheers of encouragement were mixed in and lost to the crowd's roar.

Maeve took the briefcase and, pressing her hands against its side, snapped it open.

It was the first transaction between Sionis Industries and Analdrun's riches. The Hanar had paid the hefty sum for the item before the human's arrival, and assigned Maeve's DNA to the carrying case. The mission with it, too, fell on her.

Inside was a small, needle-like, shining orange dot, no larger than an ant. It was encased in a spherical vial, with an ejection command atop. Maeve passed through her thoughts carefully before raising her head.

She nodded at Nick, and took the sphere from its carrying case. "Did you have time to test it?"

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The Yahg roared and raised a clamor, shaking the cage and setting the crowd into an excited, raising din.

The human stood calmly in his cage across from the beast. His poise was pointed, sharp, leaning forward. But his hands shook.

He did not believe he could win.

No weapon attached to his person beside the rag swaddled around his waist.

The man, Kent's, eyes narrowed as he stared across the expanse of space at the roaring beast far from him.

He wrung his hands as though to wash them, his eyes never leaving the Yahg. He was analyzing, plotting. His toes wiggled.

A loud, blaring noise, bright red lights, and the cage door burst open below him.

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Analdrun seemed pleased. "Ah, yes. This one knows just what the other implies. Think nothing of it. This one shall have both. It shall have the other's respect and give the other all he desires." Analdrun twisted its tentacles amicably. "There is no sense in limiting ourselves to choosing one side or the other."

Ka'agar sat on his haunches in a chair, bouncing excitedly as the combatants were introduced. He hadn't even noticed Maeve's departure, so focused was he on the gigantic alien in the center of the ring. He'd certainly never seen a Yagh before, but he liked it already. It's roar was deafening, and had many rows of teeth to show.

He cackled loudly as the Yagh pounded on it's chest, feeling his own blood begin pumping furiously from the gesture and wanting to join in the fun.