Should'nt you be dancing?

[Crooz]

Shouts of astonishment rang out from the human group across the seedy nightclub. Another fight. Typical. Honestly, why did Roman even come to this squalid place if they knew the outcome of every visit? Someone would have a little too much to drink, get a little loud, and a larger patron would take it upon themselves to play vigilante and get them to shut up. Wasn't that the bouncer's job? Must be an easy paycheck what with all the customers doing the security's job.

Roman eyed the group as they all hurriedly rushed to their feet, weapons drawn and ready to fire. A deep sigh escaped the krogan. Guess it was time to help a brother out.

The armored krogan stood without much hustle, pulling their Locust from their side, and sidled calmly across the club, approaching the agitated group from behind. Pressing the M-12 against the nearest human's neck, Roman whispered huskily through their helmet, "Wanna have a seat, friend?"

The human made a slow descent to his previous place, dropping his pistol and holding up his hands in surrender, Roman holding the sub-machine gun to his neck the entire way. Being so preoccupied with one human allowed one of the others a chance to strike against the krogan. A piss poor strike at that.

What kinda quadless bottom-feeder throws drinks anymore?

Roman's head made a swift turn towards the offender, the red lenses of the helmet glinting in the light of the club. Big mistake on the human's part. A crunch and a crash later, and the human was sprawled out on the hard floor, thunderstruck and confused as to where he was, what happened to his teeth, and why he felt like he just got punched.

Roman stood above the human, glancing at the group again.

Let the games begin.

[Minque]

Saliya Alerei

Saliya wasn't sure what Du'arg was doing when he walked off to confront a table of humans. She couldn't hear the exchange from here and it was too dark to accurately read lips. Her lips thinned when he grabbed one of the humans by the throat. A few people were looking but the action was mainly centered around the table... until the other krogan stepped in and ended up punching an insolent human in the mouth.

That punch was all it took for others in the bar to start pulling out weapons and eying each other. Racial tensions ran high when alcohol was in the mix and the dancers could sense the change in the air. They started to edge toward the bar, knowing it was the best cover for them. Bouncers were moving toward the little group and a few people were starting to stand from their seats.

Her hand, once bracing the turian, wrapped around the turian's arm and pulled him down so she could shove him under the table to the floor. She'd already lost one lead in her time on the Citadel so far. She didn't want to lose another one from a lucky round to the head.

"Stay," she said, putting a boot on his armoured shoulder. He didn't move, but she wasn't sure whether it was because he was listening to her or because he had passed out again.

She leaned back in her chair, taking out her Disciple and placing it on the table for easy access. She kept her hand on it while her other hand picked up her drink. She took a sip, content to watch for now. If an all-out brawl erupted she would not be able to avoid getting involved. C-Sec would no doubt turn up too and she'd have to think of a fast way to wake up her turian friend to get out before they decided to haul her in with the rest of the riff-raff. Without Officer Caius at C-Sec anymore there was little fun for her to be had until the asari military told C-Sec to let her go.

A shot rang out. All hell broke loose.

Ah, fuck.

[Jorgal Du'arg]

Du'arg noticed the other Krogan enter the scene and he seemed to be helping him out wit the unruly humans. The group had pulled their guns and someone had thrown a drink and get knocked out shortly after. That was all it took for the rest of the club to pull out their weapons. A smile quickly broke out against the Krogan's lips. A shot was fired and that was the start. He didn't know who fired it but he knew where it had landed. It had landed next to his head on the wall.

Du'arg didn't need any more warning. His hand clasped around the humans neck and a snap was heard and the human was dropped to the floor motionless. Dead. Du'arg fired his Claymore with one hand the recoil had some effect but not much. A few few humans around the table were blown to bits by the close range shotgun blast.

Du'arg quickly turned to the other Krogan and nodded, letting them know that things had truly started to flare up. Du'arg held his gun shots were being fired and the Bouncers had began firing too.

Du'arg noticed a dancer trying to cover her head and bent down. She would get hit by one of the drunks eventually and she was too scared to move. Du'arg charged towards her lifting her up with one arm and placing her behind the bar with the rest of the dancers and the Asari bartender.

"Stay here!"

A shot hit Du'arg's back and he turned to the one who fired it charging directly at him. Du'arg grabbed the man and threw him into the wall with great force. He looked around to Sal who was sitting drinking as if nothing happened.

[Crooz]

So this was why Roman frequented this cesspit. That rush of adrenaline as shots flew passed their head, the pounding of all four hearts in their chest, the satisfying splatter that resounded when a lucky headshot was achieved. This was a krogan's element. This was what Roman lived for.

This would also be what Roman died for if they didn't get their sorry ass behind some decent cover. A swipe of their wide arm sent the nearby humans off in any haphazard direction, leaving the nearest table to be upturned and used for protection. The krogan hid behind it and traded out the Locust for the Spike Thrower. Go big, or go home, right?

Roman reappeared from their cover, making half-aimed shots at the rowdy patrons. Most of the shots landed, considering how crowded the club was, and sent a few unlucky patrons to their respective Void in a gruesome fashion. The krogan handled the hefty recoil of the weapon like a seasoned pro, as they obviously were. They had seen a few crazy bar fights in their day, and their collected demeanor showed it. The merc was not one to be trifled with.

A daring turian had broken through in hopes of catching Roman off guard. He was greeted with a simple bash to the face with the butt of the krogan's shotgun. He wasn't getting up anytime soon.

The asari on the sidelines honestly didn't look like she was making any effort to help quell this mess. The mercenary made an impatient gesture in her direction, obviously peeved that she wasn't in action. Typical. As soon as they get some fancy weapons and a nice suit of armor worth a fat wad o' credits, those asari all thought they were better than the next person out there. But there was no time to be a racist prick. These patrons were starting to get a little brash.

The krogan mercenary abandoned their cover and advanced on the nearest shooter, shooting the shotgun with one hand and pulling out their pistol in the other. They used the Melee Stunner on the muzzle of the Scorpion to put down a few opponents. Ah, how the bodies crumpled.

But in all seriousness, this bar fight was really going no where fast.

[Minque]

Saliya Alerei

Interesting. Du'arg was more than willing to pick a fight with humans and even snap a neck without a second's thought but he bodily picked up a dancer and deposited her behind cover. To see such protection of innocents was... rare in places like Chora's Den and she had seen a lot of brawls break out in places just like this over her years.

Her attention turned to the other krogan who had stepped in before everything went to hell. They were an equally brutal fighter but was wielding a Spike Thrower rather than a Claymore. Saliya would have whistled her appreciation if she weren't so far away. The krogan gestured at her and Saliya rolled her eyes before putting her drink on the table and picking up her shotgun.

Some of the brawlers were shooting but the majority of people were simply happy to throw punches. A batarian fell against her table and Saliya picked up her drink to save it from crashing to the floor along with the table. She set it on the chair beside her, standing. A human was coming at her (or maybe for the batarian?) and he was met with the butt of her Disciple to the temple. He dropped like a stone, unconscious. She had no want to kill anyone tonight so left him, attention on the batarian who was tugging his firearm from its holster now that he was standing. She punched the batarian in the stomach and he crumpled with a grunt and whoosh of air. A knee in his face and he howled in pain as blood burst from his myriad of nostrils. She brought the butt of her shotgun down on the back of his head and he sprawled on the ground, too dazed to do anything but moan in pain.

Picking up her drink again, she took cover behind the upturned table next to her turian friend. She pushed him so he'd be lying on his back and with a sigh, she ruefully poured it over the turian's head so it would run up his nose and make him cough and splutter. He owed her a drink now. She hopes he hadn't ingested any of the drink since it might make him mildly sick and she wanted both hands free. Given, him getting sick was a small price to pay for not getting arrested by C-Sec or, worse, shot. She'd been willing to let him sleep off his alcohol but her patience had run out.

"Activate your shields, take out that shoddy Paladin of yours and get up," she said, tugging his mandibles and not caring that it was both annoying and overly intimate enough to jar him awake.

"Flaming spirits, Sal, I'm getting up, stop doing that," the turian slurred, slapping her hands away and getting to his hands and knees.

Saliya poked her head out of cover, surveying the situation. She wanted to get out with the turian before C-Sec turned up. The two krogans were more than capable of taking care of themselves and she had a mission to complete.

[Jorgal Du'arg]

Du'arg's four lungs breathed deeply as the smell of blood,sweat and booze filled the air. That was a good scent. Something a Krogan should be smelling. Du'arg let out a bellowing roar and grabbed a table and flung it at a random group. A couple fell to the ground. A crash was heard and some debris fell off his back, he turned to find a Turian with a shattered bottle in his hand. The Turian was drunk beyond belief and that made it all the sweeter. Du'arg hit the Turian in the face with a punch aimed straight for the jaw. The Turian fell backwards and was knocked out.

Du'arg saw Sal finally getting into some action and she woke up the Turian. Du'arg ran over to her throwing patrons that got into his way.

"So you woke him up then?"

A patron ran at Sal and him and he held out his hand the patron burst into flames.. Du'arg looked over to the other Krogan who seemed to be content in destroying the clubs costumers much like he was. The other Krogan was a good fighter, he was impressive.

[Crooz]

This is getting ridiculous. No matter how many shots Roman fired, no matter how many fists they swung, no matter how many times they put down a drunken lunatic, more opponents would just lurch up for more. This whole ordeal was getting to be a bloodbath and it wouldn't be long before C-Sec decided to show up and put an end to it, the rough way.

With one hand on the back of a lowly merc's neck, Roman began putting the blade attachment on their Spike Thrower to good use. All the tougher patrons had made it passed the small circle of protection Roman had made for themselves. This was really getting to be tough going, and they were running out of ammo in their favorite weapon. Either this fight was coming to an end soon, or Roman was.

But that wouldn't be the first time they've thought that.

Slamming the captive merc's face into the table one more time for good measure, Roman made their way into the thick of the fight, fists flying. Guns may be fun and easy, but it was always a treat when you could feel your opponent's throat collapse under the pressure of your armored fist. It was funny to think these gutless wastes of space thought they could best a krogan with a few tossed tables and a couple of wayward chairs. That's what the armor was for.

Thinning out the numbers enough, it was high time Roman checked on their new "friends" hiding behind the table. Body-checking their way through the dwindling crowd of fighters, they found themselves slamming unceremoniously against the table the asari and other krogan were using for cover. Damned upstarts thinking they could take a krogan with their back turned. A quick turn and a shot of the Scorpion later, and that matter was dealt with.

Roman half-turned towards the others, and nodded towards the door. Now, was probably as good a time as any to get the hell outta there.

[Minque]

Saliya Alerei

"A little alcohol up the nose and he was awake in no time," said Saliya, nudging the turian with her elbow jokingly. The turian mumbled something about blue-skinned whores as he checked over his weapon and Saliya snickered.

Her foul mood at having to deal with the turian passed out had dissipated now that he was awake and also now that she'd gotten her frustration out on some hapless patrons. Despite her profession and her kill count, Saliya didn't like getting into bar brawls. She liked to spar and she liked it when heat sinks ran out so they had to resort to hand-to-hand but brawls like this were messy and created more problems in the aftermath than they were worth.

The table moved then and Saliya stuck her foot out at the same time as her turian friend did, stopping the table from trapping them against the wall and chairs. The other krogran had been rammed into it but the perpetrator was quickly dispatched.

"Let's go," she said to their little group before she stood and unleashed a shockwave to clear their path to the entrance.

The last one stopped right before a pair of turian bouncers, who both staggered backwards but nonetheless barred the door. A second later and Saliya had charged toward them, stopping in the small gap between them and slamming a nova into the floor. It sent them both flying, one of them out the door and the other to crack his head against the side of a fallen table. She could hear her turian friend yell out a warning about lift grenades before he came barrelling past her, a savage grin on his still-drunk face.

She assumed Du'arg and the unnamed krogan were following her as she sprinted down the hall, skidding around a corner and taking cover behind it in case people in the bar decided to take the fight to the corridors. A beep in her ear signalled a message on her omnitool and she told the turian to keep an eye out when she checked it.

'Reports of fighting in Chora's Den. C-Sec on the way, coming from the lower markets.' Ah, she loved her team - always keeping tabs on C-Sec's comms for her benefit.

"C-Sec inbound. Time to disappear." Switching out her Disciple for her Locust, she automatically took point as she jogged down a narrow passage that would bypass the markets and deposit them in the heart of the busy thoroughfare between the lower wards and the Presidum.

[Jorgal Du'arg]

Du'arg didn't smile they were still in danger. The Turian said something about blue-skinned whores and he assumed the Turian was talking about Sal. At the comment the Krogan flexed his fists clearly. Something about Sal make Du'arg like her, he wasn't sure what it was.

Du'arg watched her deal with the Turian bouncers and he smiled. He followed Sal out the door and kicked the Turian bouncer who flew outside the door. He was slower than Sal and didn't bother trying to be stealthy. Someone then conacted her and something made him think she wasn't just a merc.

"You'e not a Merc are you? You're something official."

[Crooz]

The group may have been out of the club, but they were not out of the clear. Roman brought up the rear, "advancing backwards," if you will. They took out as many wayward patrons that happened to spill out the club's front door as they could with their Locust. Poor thing hadn't seen any action all day. Man, those alcoholic types sure were persistent, though. A couple of them were lucky enough to make it for an extra twenty seconds before Roman got fed up with their attitude and tightened up their aim. A quick salute to the fallen, and Roman was off after the rest of the group.

Slowing down with the asari, the mercenary put away their weapon. A masked krogan trudging through a crowded area with a gun was a bit unsettling, obviously. It didn't help that Roman was too wide to not run into a few unwary bystanders, getting some distasteful remarks from the bolder victims.

Honestly, why was Roman following the asari, again? Well, aside from getting out of that hot mess of a trouble pit. Really, Roman didn't consider themselves much of a follower, but jogging along behind this asari seemed almost... natural. Roman wasn't a fan of the feeling.

The krogan quickened their pace to jog astride the leader of the makeshift crew. "Made any plans about tellin' us where we're headed?" the krogan huffed, keeping their eyes forward. Nope, still couldn't shake that sheep feeling.

Still really didn't like it.

[Minque]

Saliya Alerei

Saliya simply shot Du'arg grin over her shoulder, shrugging and saying, "If I was an official, would I even tell you?"

Plenty of mercs had her skills (well, not all her skills) and some of them could find an officer who was shady enough to pass information every now and again. To her underworld contacts, she was a merc. To her C-Sec contacts, she was a commando. Saliya was whoever she needed to be and most people didn't seem to care, so long as they were getting paid.

The unnamed krogan was dispatching followers alongside her turian friend and eventually they stopped coming. Lucky, considering they were almost out of the alley. No trouble had come from in front of them and she holstered her weapon right before she got to the door. It slid open at her touch and she walked out looking like any other asari. Armed, but any other asari nonetheless... so long as any other asari had two krogan and a turian who was still slightly swaying following her.

The unnamed krogan came to walk beside her and she looked up at them. "We're in the clear. You can do what you like now. Except a name might be nice, so I know who to thank for the help."

"Sal, I'm gonna puke," came the turian's gravelly voice and she turned on her heel, pushing him to a plant and shoving his head down into it right before he retched up the contents of his stomach.

"You're disgusting." She turned her attention back to the krogans, arms crossed over her chest as she looked up at the two of them. Curious that they were still around.

[Jorgal Du'arg]

Du'arg shrugged as she smiled and said she wouldn't tell him if she was something official.

"That depends on what government or what sector of the government you work for, If you're around to stop criminals then you've got more than enough reason to arrest me now. If you're military then you've got no reason to and If I'm wrong and you are just a attractive, tough Asari merc then I'm wrong.""


Du'arg turned his attention to the other Krogan, he could fight Du'arg had seen him fight and he fought well. Sal asked the other Krogan his name and said something about how they cna go now and she had a look that asked him why he is still around.

"Oh Sal don't be so mean, I thought we'd started a beautiful friendship." A smile became apparent on the Krogan's face as the Turian puked his guts up.

[Crooz]

The armored krogan rolled their eyes at the other krogan's blatant ass-kissing. Good thing no one could see the gesture beneath the helmet.

The merc didn't have any intention of divulging their name to the asari. They didn't even mean to follow her for this long. It just kinda happened. It took all of Roman's willpower not to just say, "okay," and turn around and leave, when the asari said it was fine for them to go. Why were they even waiting for the asari's permission in the first place? She wasn't Roman's keeper! Roman was a lone wolf, did what they wanted! They didn't need no stinkin' leader.

"Jorgal Romana," the krogan grunted, arms crossed over their wide chest. "Friends call me Roman." The mercenary watched as the asari helped her turian friend regurgitate his stomach contents. Lovely. At least she was considerate. "Now, I think it's your turn to introduce yourself, if you don't mind my saying." Roman's weight shifted from foot to foot. They were obviously impatient to leave. For what? They had no place to go. No one to see. The krogan hardly even knew the Citadel. It would be just their luck if they got lost around here.

Actually, that would be hilarious.

Maybe they could go on an adventure. They heard an old turian friend was lurking around the Citadel for unknown reasons. Now was a good time to catch up. Maybe have some tea.

[Minque]

Saliya Alerei

Du'arg's argument was sound but she still didn't answer as to her allegiance. He really didn't need to know anything further than the fact that she wasn't arresting him or attempting to turn him in to C-Sec. That was good enough, wasn't it?

The turian was still retching but she was sure there was little left in his stomach now. That he was throwing up was a good thing though. The alcohol would be out of his system and she could get what she came for, along with reminding him that she had pulled his plated behind out of the fire so he owed her.

"Attractive, huh? Flattery gets you nowhere with me." She shook her head at Du'arg, smiling, before slapping the turian on the back a few times when he started to cough. He mumbled a string of curses that would make a priestess faint before thanking her.

Her attention shifted back to Roman. The krogan hadn't yet taken their helmet off. It was a little odd to see krogans with their helmets on when they weren't currently being shot at or weren't in hazardous atmosphere. She wondered why the krogan hadn't retracted it but decided everyone had their eccentricities. Hiding your face behind a helmet was a rather small one in the grand scheme of things. It's not like she didn't know it was a krogan underneath all that armour. What else would it be? Two Salarians with impeccable coordination?

"A pleasure to meet you, Roman." It was not lost on her that Roman had specifically said the name was for friends. It seemed a little stupid to point out what your friends called you to people who you didn't necessarily want using that name. "I'm Sal. You don't have to be a friend to call me that but I prefer to make friends with those I meet - especially ones who are good in a fight."

The turian stood, taking a deep breath. Turian vomit didn't smell the same way asari vomit did. It was still sickening, but not in the way that instantly made her stomach flip-flop and her throat grow a lump in it. Now that her turian friend was feeling marginally better, she knew this meeting would have to come to an end. She wanted to be in private when she got this data and she needed to get back to her team. Maybe they'd have collected enough by now to narrow down their search.

[Jorgal Du'arg]

Du'arg turned to face the other Krogan as he introduced himself. He was in Du'arg's clan. He didn't recognise the name, maybe he was older than Du'arg. He'd paid attention to Sal's comment on flattery getting him nowhere. The Krogan smirked and turned to look at Romana.

"Jorgal Romana. I'm Jorgal Du'arg."

It was kind of interesting to see someone from his clan but Jorgal clan was a very successful breeding line so maybe Jorgal clan was more likely to be encountered then the others. Du'arg then looked at the Turian and the question he'd wanted to ask all night escaped his lips.

"What do you want with the Turian anyway?"