Post by Anden Teigert on Feb 23, 2015 3:27:54 GMT -7
Terminus Systems
Illium
Second month of the First Epoch, 2186.
Nos Astra, Azure Hotel.
It was no secret that Anden liked his Asari. And it was also no secret that he didn't exactly get out too often. Part of being an officer meant piles of paperwork, and part of being Null was always being on the move to whatever trouble spot he was needed at next. Well, trouble was a loose term. If you couldn't find trouble, make some for your enemy. He was fairly certain a Salarian had said that once... not that he really spoke with Salarians. He couldn't keep up.
Everything about them was quick, especially their speech. Ain't nobody have time for that.
But in getting back to the reason he was here, well, some of his old buddies had chipped together some cash and bought him some nice time at the Azure Hotel on Illium. Being relatively unfamiliar with anything resort, he'd nonetheless been a bit perturbed that his buddies had bought him a stay at a resort on Illium, the classiest of illegal worlds. He had another friend here, incidentally, an Asari, but he was going to contact her a bit later. Well, he had been.
Until he'd have to admit he was staying at Azure. The embarrassment came from knowing what Azure actually was; a resort of ill repute, if you will. Not that everyone was here for tail, of course, but... it had the reputation. His cheeks had been bright red when he'd found that one out. Still, as he sat in a chair by the pool, drink set on the table in front of him, he couldn't help but smile at the beauty of it all. Nos Astra was truly a remarkable city, in a manner in which only Asari could produce.
Around him other patrons swam, flirted with hostesses and schedule room service - he didn't actually want to know what kind of service, specifically - but he sat alone in his swim trunks, battered sunglasses lifted to rest atop his head now that the sun was going down. A hand rose to scratch at his neatly maintained beard, thick neck cracking audibly as he tilted it. At one point he'd been self conscious about the divots in his skin down the left side from a too-close grenade, or the burns on his abdomen, but he didn't much care now.
Nah, he was going to smile, drink, maybe find a card playing partner. Enjoy his stay.
Even if this was a hugely expensive brothel.
Illium
Second month of the First Epoch, 2186.
Nos Astra, Azure Hotel.
It was no secret that Anden liked his Asari. And it was also no secret that he didn't exactly get out too often. Part of being an officer meant piles of paperwork, and part of being Null was always being on the move to whatever trouble spot he was needed at next. Well, trouble was a loose term. If you couldn't find trouble, make some for your enemy. He was fairly certain a Salarian had said that once... not that he really spoke with Salarians. He couldn't keep up.
Everything about them was quick, especially their speech. Ain't nobody have time for that.
But in getting back to the reason he was here, well, some of his old buddies had chipped together some cash and bought him some nice time at the Azure Hotel on Illium. Being relatively unfamiliar with anything resort, he'd nonetheless been a bit perturbed that his buddies had bought him a stay at a resort on Illium, the classiest of illegal worlds. He had another friend here, incidentally, an Asari, but he was going to contact her a bit later. Well, he had been.
Until he'd have to admit he was staying at Azure. The embarrassment came from knowing what Azure actually was; a resort of ill repute, if you will. Not that everyone was here for tail, of course, but... it had the reputation. His cheeks had been bright red when he'd found that one out. Still, as he sat in a chair by the pool, drink set on the table in front of him, he couldn't help but smile at the beauty of it all. Nos Astra was truly a remarkable city, in a manner in which only Asari could produce.
Around him other patrons swam, flirted with hostesses and schedule room service - he didn't actually want to know what kind of service, specifically - but he sat alone in his swim trunks, battered sunglasses lifted to rest atop his head now that the sun was going down. A hand rose to scratch at his neatly maintained beard, thick neck cracking audibly as he tilted it. At one point he'd been self conscious about the divots in his skin down the left side from a too-close grenade, or the burns on his abdomen, but he didn't much care now.
Nah, he was going to smile, drink, maybe find a card playing partner. Enjoy his stay.
Even if this was a hugely expensive brothel.