Post by Anden Teigert on Feb 17, 2015 20:00:16 GMT -7
Terminus Systems
Illium
Second month of the First Epoch, 2186.
Just outside Nos Astra, Mid-Levels.
Illium. Asari colony, Terminus world, home of lawful lawlessness. When he'd got the briefing on this world the CO had remarked he'd looked more puzzled than a boot told to mop up the rain. He believed her probably had. After all, only the Asari could turn lawlessness into a legitimate and logical endeavor. Drugs? Label them correctly, then sell at will. Guns? Purchase away. Need a new slave? Why not! It was so puzzling and yet... it made far too much sense to him. Those crazy biotics were, in terms of intellect, leagues ahead of the human race.
Maybe not the Salarians, but close. But that was apples and oranges as the two species were gunning for different outcomes. That didn't even begin to mention the differences in life span.
But he digressed.
Sighing, he brought the scope of his rifle up, settling his cheek against the stock so that he could peer one eye down the sight. Across a bridgeway before him was a large, industrial area. Maps of Illium were pretty easy to come across, so getting ahold of them wasn't difficult. He knew the inside of this place by heart and he'd never set foot in it. But the problem lay no in the layout, or its function. It lay in who owned it. The Blue Suns. The Eclipse were more common to this area, but in the Terminus Systems everyone worked everywhere.
Where the river of money flowed, the mercenary salmon would follow. Always upstream, straight to the source. Best way to get paid, that.
Inhaling sharply, he pushed himself up, black armor melding in with the shadows of the encroaching night. Although, to be fair, the night meant very little in a city. Making his way down towards the walkway, although it was more aptly termed a bridge, he paused on his side behind a large crate and checked the information on his Omni-tool briefly. He just wanted to make sure this was the exact grid coordinates before going in and shooting the place. High Command wanted to put a wrench in the gears that was the Blue Suns arms running in the sector, and this was just one hub to deal with.
Naturally they sent him. Satisfied he was where he was supposed to be, he slotted home a thermal clip and pivoted around the cover, advancing across the bridge at a low crouch. May as well be quiet until he found someone to shoot. But so far... there was nothing. That would change soon.
Illium
Second month of the First Epoch, 2186.
Just outside Nos Astra, Mid-Levels.
Illium. Asari colony, Terminus world, home of lawful lawlessness. When he'd got the briefing on this world the CO had remarked he'd looked more puzzled than a boot told to mop up the rain. He believed her probably had. After all, only the Asari could turn lawlessness into a legitimate and logical endeavor. Drugs? Label them correctly, then sell at will. Guns? Purchase away. Need a new slave? Why not! It was so puzzling and yet... it made far too much sense to him. Those crazy biotics were, in terms of intellect, leagues ahead of the human race.
Maybe not the Salarians, but close. But that was apples and oranges as the two species were gunning for different outcomes. That didn't even begin to mention the differences in life span.
But he digressed.
Sighing, he brought the scope of his rifle up, settling his cheek against the stock so that he could peer one eye down the sight. Across a bridgeway before him was a large, industrial area. Maps of Illium were pretty easy to come across, so getting ahold of them wasn't difficult. He knew the inside of this place by heart and he'd never set foot in it. But the problem lay no in the layout, or its function. It lay in who owned it. The Blue Suns. The Eclipse were more common to this area, but in the Terminus Systems everyone worked everywhere.
Where the river of money flowed, the mercenary salmon would follow. Always upstream, straight to the source. Best way to get paid, that.
Inhaling sharply, he pushed himself up, black armor melding in with the shadows of the encroaching night. Although, to be fair, the night meant very little in a city. Making his way down towards the walkway, although it was more aptly termed a bridge, he paused on his side behind a large crate and checked the information on his Omni-tool briefly. He just wanted to make sure this was the exact grid coordinates before going in and shooting the place. High Command wanted to put a wrench in the gears that was the Blue Suns arms running in the sector, and this was just one hub to deal with.
Naturally they sent him. Satisfied he was where he was supposed to be, he slotted home a thermal clip and pivoted around the cover, advancing across the bridge at a low crouch. May as well be quiet until he found someone to shoot. But so far... there was nothing. That would change soon.