(Omega) With a bit of help from my friends

For just a moment, the music changed from godawful balletcore to something soft, chilled-out and vaguely uplifting - human jazz.

It was only for a second though, as the krogan behind the bar flicked it back. Fucking rock lizards.

D'Veyra signalled for another pair of those human beers Daye was so fond of. "Tides, I get it, mate. Fuck politics, just give me a squad I can trust and some unfortunate motherfuckers to wipe out." Beer was provided, uncapped and swigged from in short order as the asari shook her head.

"Honestly? I've got no idea. I mean, I know a volus who's always hiring, but... Tides. Can you see me doing fucking bodyguard work, or some security gig or something? Fuck." She took another hit from the bottle, grimacing at the taste or the music - it was hard to tell, really. "Any idea where you'll be deployed next? I fucking hate rebuilding a command."

D'Veyra's facepaint was smudging from the sweat. "Hated. Tides."