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Post by Jorgal Du'arg on Aug 7, 2012 2:43:17 GMT -5
Du'arg sat in Chora's Den watching the Asari girls dancing. He though they were kind of attractive but he only really came here for the heavy alcohol and the possibility someone will just walk up to him and either offer him and job or punch him and the latter was the one he enjoyed the most. The Krogan had just about got back from a job and had some credits to blow.
He'd heard Fist was looking for body guards and bouncers but he wasn't all that interested. Du'arg took a sip from his drink. It was cheap and good but he had basically no chance of getting drunk in this place. If he somehow did it wouldn't be pretty.
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Post by Minque on Aug 7, 2012 3:02:32 GMT -5
Saliya Alerei Saliya disliked Chora's Den. Apart from making her roll her eyes at the humans and asari dancing half-clothed for the pleasure of others, half the time people assumed she was there in some sort of costume that would eventually come off. Those people learnt quickly that her guns were not props and her armour was indeed top-of-the-line. Saliya was no bastion of morality but her affections were harder to gain than with a slide into the seat next to her, an arm over her shoulder, and an offer of a good time. Oh, and payment afterward. Alas, Chora's Den was a favourite for many of her less upstanding contacts and she sometimes had no choice but to venture into it. Unlike last time she'd had to venture into the lower wards for the sake of a contact, this one actually turned up. Still, it was a waste of her time, considering the turian was currently three sheets to wind. If she didn't need what was on his encrypted omnitool, she would have left him there to drink himself into bankrupcy. As it was, she gripped the turian's waist tightly as she tried to usher him out of the club. His arm was a heavy bar over her shoulders and he was leaning heavily against her. She was strong but the taller turian was in armour and probably had a good hundred pounds on her. The turian slurred something she couldn't quite understand but she didn't have to, considering he started nuzzling the side of her face. Goddess, she was going to kill him when she had her information and she didn't care if he was too insensible to not realise exactly which asari he was doing this to. Jerking her face away was a bad idea as he tried to follow her, upsetting the delicate balance between them. Sobriety and centuries of training made her spin enough so that she would not fall but she was not so kind to her companion. He went crashing into a table, slumping against it before sliding to the floor. Was he dead? That would be unfortunate. She nudged his head with the tip of her boot and the turian's hand tried to wave her away before he curled up and, she assumed, went to sleep. She had seen odder things in clubs. It was then that she realised said table was occupied - and by a krogan no less. " Sorry. I'd pick him up and move him but..." Saliya shrugged apologetically. She hoped the krogan wouldn't take this the wrong way and decide to start a fight. She really didn't need something like that at the moment.
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Post by Jorgal Du'arg on Aug 7, 2012 3:24:12 GMT -5
The Krogan spotted the Asari before she noticed him. He saw her enter the club, he armour was all proper and high quality and those gun....They weren't prop either. She was here on business. His suspicions were kind of put to rest when she grabbed a Turian by the waist. God damn Turian needs to grow a quad. He eyed the Asari, she was tough could probably handle herself in a fight but he though he could take her if she tried anything.
The table shook as the Turian came into contact with it and the shaking spilled some of his drink. A small smirk spread across his lips. He noticed some Bouncers giving him and the Asari some funny looks but he just glared at them. Du'arg heard the Asari speak and the Krogan's smirk disappeared. He stood up and walked straight over to the Asari and looked straight down at her, she was about two feet shorter than him.
"Shouldn't you be dancing?"
With that the Krogan bent down and lifted the Turian and moved him into a nearby seat. He'd just clutter up his table otherwise. Du'arg glared at the Asari from then on watching her every movement. Analysing her weapons...As much as a Krogan can analyse.
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Post by Minque on Aug 7, 2012 3:45:19 GMT -5
Saliya Alerei Thankfully the krogan didn't seem inclined to take offence to her turian contact's less than gracious manners. The krogan picked up the turian like he was no heavier than a doll. A stark contrast to how she was barely managing to keep him upright before he'd decided to be inappropriate with her. At the krogan's words, Saliya fixed him with a cool look and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. Here we go again. It was truly amazing the kind of attitudes asari had to put up with even after all these centuries. Given, the asari up on stage shaking their moneymakers weren't helping and he was a krogan. Krogan females were for breeding only so it stood to reason that that was the lot in life for females across the rest of the galaxy... okay, so it kind of was, but it still irked her. " They'd have to pay me a lot more to not only wear that-" she pointed at the skin-tight, latex, covered-almost-nothing body suit the dancers were wearing, " -but dance like I want some fourth-rate merc to be eying me like the latest weapons mods to hit the black market." And that was exactly how she felt about the majority of the people in this club: they were fourth-rate. The krogans would be more difficult to dispatch but she was of the mind that she could go toe-to-toe with any one in Chora's Den and be the one left standing. In the case of the krogans, she conceded she might be limping out the door rather than walking.
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Post by Jorgal Du'arg on Aug 7, 2012 4:09:19 GMT -5
Du'arg smiled at her, She had humour and she was tough. He liked it. He listened to her words and stepped back to look at her almost imagining her in one of those skin-tight suit. Sure some would say she's attractive but he was a Krogan and she was Asari..Did such a thing even exist? The Krogan pulled out a chair opposite to his but said nothing about it. He moved back to his seat and sat down.
"How much more would someone have to pay you? And I'm not a fourth-rate Merc."
She looked like she could probably take on most of the people in the club, except him of course she'd need to pull out something pretty special to stand toe-to-toe against him. The Krogan always kept his weapons close though, his primary weapon is illegal in Citadel space but one look and a C-sec officer will forget he even saw him.
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Post by Minque on Aug 7, 2012 4:48:40 GMT -5
Saliya Alerei Saliya's eyes narrowed a fraction when he stepped back to give her body the once-over. The Colossus light armour was tough but at the end of the day it was light armour and not in the least bit bulky. It probably wouldn't be very difficult to imagine what she looked like in one of those ridiculous outfits. She could truthfully say, though, that she had never worn one and would rather wear priestess robes (wouldn't her dearly departed mother just adore her wayward child turning to the ways of a priestess) than what amounted to paint on her body. Her eyes flickered down to the seat the krogan had pulled out before he took his own seat. The turian was very much out of it and she didn't want him dying from doing something stupid while drunk before she got what she needed from him. His question garnered a half-smile and a quirk of a brow before she decided to take the offered seat. The rest of her team were still scrabbling for information and there was little she could do while the turian was drooling all over himself. " I'd cost much more than what a first-rate merc could afford," she said with a breezy shrug and looked over at one of the bartenders, raising her chin and holding a finger up. While Saliya didn't like Chora's Den, she'd befriended the asari bartender simply because she not only came from Saliya's homeworld but also her hometown. She was sure the younger asari was slightly infatuated with her and her stories but Saliya tried not to take advantage of it too much... just when she didn't want to have to get up to get her own drink for fear of turning around to find her turian gone. " Nice Claymore. C-Sec tried to take it off you yet?" she asked, looking pointedly at the shotgun. Saliya's own Disciple did not do as much damage as the Claymore but it suited her better. The Claymore was all raw power, massive kickback and utterly, utterly krogan. The Disciple was sleek, unassuming and elegant - much better suited for the asari.
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Post by Jorgal Du'arg on Aug 7, 2012 5:13:38 GMT -5
Du'arg was only here to possibly get a job and have a drink. Here he was talking with an Asari in light armour and armed to the teeth. The Krogan watched her order a drink with a raise of a finger. He looked over to the bartender, an Asari he hadn't really noticed before they probably knew each other. Du'arg's eyes focused on the Turian but was brought back the Asari when she spoke about she'd need more than what a first-rate merc earned.
"Okay I guess I better start saving up then." Jorgal Du'arg looked her in the eyes. He wasn't looking all that intimidating yet but when he wanted to be he was.
"Oh I see you know your weapons..C-sec could try and take it, they wouldn't even get close."
Du'arg reached his arm around his back and laid the Claymore on the table. He laid it next to his drink and looked at it for a moment. His eyes wandered back to the Turian.
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Post by Minque on Aug 7, 2012 5:39:17 GMT -5
Saliya Alerei The krogan kept looking at her turian friend. She knew many krogan held a special place in one of their hearts for turians and salarians; a place where all their anger and malice circled around the fact that the two races had crippled the krogan population with the genophage. She hoped this particular krogan was not thinking of enacting the kinds of things many krogan liked to do to turians and salarians. She did still need the turian's data, after all. She was glad to have his attention again, if only because she wasn't sure what exactly the krogan was thinking when it came to the passed-out turian. " Oh, the unnamed krogan makes jokes," she said with a laugh. She didn't honestly think anyone would pay that much for a night of her company and she'd be deeply offended to be thought of in that manner anyway. She didn't turn tricks - she was a battle-hardened spec ops commando who was more at home with a gun in her hand and blood splattered across her face than... something else in hand and something else splattered across her face. " Name's Sal, by the way." If she were introducing herself to her team she would have used her full name but eventually everyone came to call her Sal anyway. She never was a stickler for the stupider rules of forms of address. So long as her team were following her orders, they could call her whatever the goddess put in their heads. The bartender brought over her drink, winking at her and saying it was on the house. " Thanks. Don't go getting in trouble over me though," she said before picking up the drink and taking a sip. The asari giggled and sauntered back to the bar. Saliya stopped herself from rolling her eyes but couldn't help the sigh from leaving her. " Kids." Her eyes homed in on the Claymore the krogan put on the table. She'd had to avoid many in her years as a solider and she'd even used a few but she did have a soft spot for shotguns. They meshed beautifully with her vanguard powers and if she were stronger, she would definitely have bought one despite the problems it would cause when she went through official channels in Citadel space. " I know a fair bit about weapons. C-Sec never did have the quad to take weapons off krogans." She put her drink down, eying the weapon with curiosity and hunger. " May I? I promise not to break it or shoot you."
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Post by Jorgal Du'arg on Aug 7, 2012 8:00:53 GMT -5
The Krogan saw that she noticed he'd been looking at the Turian. He wasn't going to hurt him but he was tempted to root around and see what he's got on him. Maybe he'd have some credits or maybe he has a gun or maybe he has something else that'd be worth taking. Du'arg listened to her introduce herself.
"Hello Sal! Names Jorgal Du'arg!"
He spoke loudly and proudly when saying his name. She was going to remember him and he was going to remember her, he had a feeling they would meet again at some time in the future. The Krogan watched as the bartender or was it barmaid? walked over to Sal and delivered her drink and said it was on the house with a wink. The Krogan raised a brow but shook his head. When she started talking about C-sec he raised a smile.
"Quads huh? I see you know quite a bit about Krogan biology....If you ever need to learn a little more you know where to find me.."
Sal then spoke about his Claymore and he looked at her.
"Okay..Sure but just make sure you don't shoot me...I'd hate to have to crush such a pretty little thing like yourself."
Du'arg let out a hearty laugh. He had quite a dark humour sometimes.
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Post by Minque on Aug 7, 2012 11:18:25 GMT -5
Saliya Alerei " It's an honour, Jorgal Du'arg," she said with a smile and an incline of her head. Saliya may be a soldier but she was not an impolite one. Hmm, Clan Jorgal... she'd worked with exactly one merc from that clan in all her years. He was a savage soldier with a deep pride in the Jorgal name. Despite his reticence to talk, whenever she asked about his clan he would get all fired up and tell her tales of glory days past. She was unwilling to let on just how much she knew about the various krogan clans. Many mercs did not go out of their way to learn such things and Saliya was happy to let most people continue to think she was just another merc. A well-trained merc with good equipment but a merc nonetheless. She pulled the Claymore over to her before picking it up. It was much heavier than her Disciple but she'd expected that already. Even in the darkness of the club she could tell that the weapon was well-maintained. Then again, any merc who didn't take care of their weapons was just asking for it to blow up in his hands or be too gunked up to fire. " Oh, I know a lot about krogan biology - like where all your organs are," she said, holding up the shotgun and aiming it in quick succession at where all his hearts were. The safety was on though and her finger was nowhere near the trigger. She had her own brand of dark humour to toss back and she winked at him. " But in the off-chance that I miss one, you'd have to catch me first to crush me." The suggestive comments and her being called a pretty little thing passed completely over her head. On one hand, she was used to it because of the stereotype of asari promiscuity. On the other hand, she rarely thought of herself as pretty or little or even sexual. There were always other asari around who were more feminine or more dainty or had that damsel-in-distress look about them that made her want to roll her eyes. No, no. She was far more used to simply being yet another soldier. Holding the Claymore for a short amount of time was fine but an hour into a firefight and she'd be really feeling it. She'd seen humans and turians use it - big, hulking specimens who looked like they were some sort of krogan-hybrid experiment - but she had yet to come across an asari with the physique to carry around such a weapon. She placed the weapon back on the table in front of him. " Thanks." She gave him a genuinely pleased smile at being allowed to sate her curiosity. " I bet you have some great stories with that at your side."
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Post by Jorgal Du'arg on Aug 7, 2012 13:35:55 GMT -5
The large Krogan watched her handle the Claymore with keen eyes. She clearly wasn't as small as she looked and she didn't look that small. She mention knowing where his organ are and he looked at her dead on. He watched as she aimed the gun at him, he knew the safety was on and her finger was no where near the trigger but he still had to fight off the feeling of disarming her.
"Oh you know where my organs are? If you took a shot what stops me from.."
Du'arg's hand reached around to his back again and pulled out his M-6 Carnifex and aimed it at the Asari's head.
"I don't need to know where you organs are to kill you.."
The Krogan smiled and put his Carnifex back away as she returned his Claymore and mentioned stories.
"I have plenty of stories to tell...Like this one time, when me and a few other merc were hired by this rich guy to get back his daughter from some Slavers. You know the usual Batarians, Vorcha, some humans that kind of stuff. Well that's what we thought so we burst into there ship kill someone of the Slavers and go find the Head Slaver, guess who it is? Only a Krogan call Jorgal Taig'r. He's from my clan. So I have a dilemma do I kill him and get the girl or do I leave him and try and convince him to give us the girl? Which do you think I do?"
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Post by Minque on Aug 8, 2012 4:14:31 GMT -5
Saliya Alerei If Saliya was going up against a krogan, she would be behind cover. She was not stupid. As it was, she simply laughed as he lined up a headshot. She shouldn't have trusted a merc with a gun pointed at her but her suit's shields were always up; she didn't live this long without erring on the side of caution. One round from a Carnifex was not enough to drop her shields and there was enough time for her to find cover. Although, she was sure Fist would not be terribly pleased if her and Du'arg decided to shoot up Chora's Den - even if the place deserved a makeover. " Kill him and get the girl," she said without missing a beat. Practicality was always at the forefront of Saliya's mind. If she could convince someone to turn away from a certain path then great but she would not waste her breath when there were innocent lives on the line. As far as she was concerned, mercs had made their decision long ago and they would have to deal with the consequences. She had unhesitatingly killed battlesisters before for desertion or betrayal of the military institution that had given them their training. It was basically the same as being faced with a clan member. " Your contract was to retrieve the daughter, not to appeal to the kidnapper's sense of morality," she continued in a matter-of-fact tone. " Besides which, killing him means there's one less krogan to compete with for mating privileges if you decide to return to your clan." She wasn't sure if that was even in Du'arg's mind at this point but eventually all krogan's mind turned to mating privileges, even if many knew they would never get the approval or the chance to even see Tuchanka again.
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Post by Jorgal Du'arg on Aug 8, 2012 8:26:59 GMT -5
Jorgal Du'arg told the Story proudly and waited for her answer. He did have to wait long she didn't even have to think about it beofre she told his her guess. She either knoew what he would of done or it was what she would of done because she was right. Du'arg looked around the club. He needed another drink.
"You were right, I like how you think...Are you sure you're not part Krogan? Of course I killed him, he was an okay fight but nothing too challenging."
The Krogan smirked when she told him the reasons why she'd do it. He agreed with them all, she seemed to understand Krogans. He couldn't help but wonder if she understood all races this well. She'd mentioned mating opportunities. He looked at her. He was 129 years old, he had plenty of time left to mate. He couldn't hep but on see much of a point seeing as it's a one in a thousand chance.
"I've got plenty of time to mate with whoever I feel like.....I need another drink..I'm going to get some ryncol. Want one?"
The Krogan stood up and began walking towards the bar.
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Post by Minque on Aug 9, 2012 3:19:28 GMT -5
Saliya Alerei " No krogan in me - just practicality," she said with a grin and a shake of her head. She'd been asked before if her father was a krogan. Her father was actually a turian but she didn't remember him. He'd died when she was three. Her older sister remembered him but all Saliya could remember was the smell of armour polish, the spicy-sweet aroma of his favourite fruit from Palaven, and dry, warm, hard hugs. When she looked at holos of her father, there was no connection. The connection was only there when she smelled that particular brand of polish or that particular fruit. The hugs thing was too creepy for her to associate with her father - she'd been with turians before and her father had been the last thing on her mind then. " I'll stick with something that won't make my insides turn inside out," she said at his offer of another drink. " The asari will know what I like." Saliya let Du'arg go to the bar but watched him closely. Trust was hard to come by in a place like Chora's Den and she didn't want something unwanted in her drink. While she was more than happy to pass the time with anyone who was interesting enough, she was not happy to do it without her usual paranoia. The turian mumbled something, shifting in his seat. It made him start to droop toward her but she was unwilling to take her eyes off the krogan. Instead, she stuck her arm out and pushed the turian away from her, holding him there until she could look at him again.
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Post by Jorgal Du'arg on Aug 9, 2012 3:57:57 GMT -5
The Krogan nodded as said she didn't want any Ryncol. It was said to hit other species pretty hard, he'd never actually seen someone of another species actually drink it but he's sure it'd be hilarious. The Asari will know what she likes. Great. Du'arg turned to look at Sal and she was staring at him, watching him suspiciously like she wasn't sure what he'd do with her drink.
The Krogan asked for some Ryncol and the Asari brought it over but he said he wanted something for Sal and the Asari brought something over for her too. Du'arg then over heard a conversation had by some human, he was talking to some others about a past job he had.
"So I was doing this job right? So me and a bunch of my guys are all ready to put up a ransom notice on this family and the Alliance didn't even pay up so we sold 'em to these other guys so a nice tidy ammount....That's why I'm so rich right now."
The human let out a laugh that could be heard through most of the club atleast even with the music. Du'arg spotted him easily and he turned to Sal and brought the drinks over and grabbed his Claymore off the table.
"I'll just be a minute I have some business to take care of.."
The huge Krogan left his table and walked over to the group of humans and he didn't even let them speak. He loomed over the entire group who were sitting down.
"You captured an entire family?"
Du'arg's voice was calm and he even made it sound like he was kind of impressed.
"Yeah..A mum, a dad and two kids..."
The human spoke cockily. To cocky for someone talking to a strange Krogan.
"How old were the kids?"
The Krogan's voice became very serious and he couldn't help but let a slight bit of anger seep into his voice.
"Oh one was about five the other about...I'd say twelve.."
The man didn't seem phased by the slight bit of anger in the Krogan's voice. There were about five around the table and he probably felt safe with his group. He was stupid. The Krogan bent down towards the man and grabbed his by the throat his enitre hand clasping around his neck. Du'args other hand reached to his back and pulled his Claymore holding it to the rest of the table.
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