Afterlife (open)

Lyra Palmer sniffed as she stepped into the infamous center of Omega. It had been quite some time since she had been here. Not long enough though as one of the doorkeepers clearly recognized her with a nod of acknowledgement. She nodded back and moved on, not particularly interested in conversation for the moment. A second of waiting at the bar she pushed through the crowd to and then a salarian bartender was in front of her, taking her order. The human made her way through the crowd again towards an unoccupied table and sat down.

Tomorrow was business with an uncertain outcome so today was for relaxing with some drinks and maybe a good brawl. She eyed the crowd as the music washed over her and wondered if the probability vortex much expounded upon by Mekan would work or if it would be someone random. A grin appeared on her face and she took a sip of her drink as she waited to see who would stumble upon the table that she occupied now.

Snorting as he entered the club his ears bombarded by useless noise, the large krogan in his gunmetal grey armor looked around the crowd, his weapons and presence atraccting curious glances-

"this place could use some good semtex" -he grunted

checking his weapons were secure on his back, being his fist on the bar for a drink he grabs the bottle of whiskey grunting he grabs the salarian barkeep by the throat-

Ryncol yo smarmy toad'

grabbing the jug form the salarians hands he snorts and pushes behind his bar, stepping over to a table where he sits, a swift swig from the large bottle he looks up-

pardon me human didnt know you claimed this table" he says gravelley,

not makin a move to get up as he drops his jug on the table, the alliance marines markings on his chest plate waiting for the females reply.

Palmer blinked twice as the krogan sat down, once at the smell of ryncol and once at the sight of a N7 symbol. Her eyes tightened as she leaned forward, If this is some attempt to recruit me back into the Ns, don't even bother. If it aint, why the fuck are you wearing that symbol krogan?

"Recruit you back? i dont even know you human, and why i got this armor, i earned it"

Taking a deep swig of ryncol the krogan rubs his smooth headplate.

"Im on extended leave, the names Synkur, and know Im wondering what a human as pretty as you doing in this condemned pisshole"

Luaghing a little Synkur places his jug back on the table-

" and what your name is?"

Condemned pisshole? This is the best place on Omega. Lyra leaned back, relaxing again as much as she could, The name is Lyra Palmer, retired N7 with so many more titles then you can imagine. She rolled her eyes and snorted, I am here to visit someone. Why are you in this "condemned pisshole" dino?

Meanwhile, back at the barcounter, another krogan is making their order. The salarian bartender is going through the stock on the back, pointing out bottles to the picky customer.

"Hold up, what's in that bottle you just passed?"

The salarian pointed at a bottle of 2150 Black Diamond Ruxxia. "Ruxxia. It's a salarian drink, very potent one at that."

"Do I look like a frail salarian to you?"

The bartender grumbled back, unimpressed. "It's 50% alcohol by volume."

"Huh. Awright, I'll take it."

The salarian pulled the bottle out of the shelves with a tumbler, and was about to pour Warog one when he got interrupted.

"No, I'll take the whole bottle. Give me a tankard, none of those tiny tumblers!"

"Whole bottle of 2150 Black Diamond? That's gonna be 100 credits then."

Warog batted an eye at the bartender, who just glared right back. He grunted and fished out a cred-stick from his pocket.

"There. Now go find me a tankard damn it, I'm here to get drunk, not be moralized by frogs!"

Without further words, a big metal tankard or perhaps more likely a kitchen jug was put on the counter with a *plink*, and whole bottle of ruxxia poured down into it.

"Enjoy...you uncultured brute." the bartender muttered, the last part well outside Worag's earshot. The krogan had moved off to get himself a table from where to watch the happenings around him, a table that happened to be near Syn and Palmer.

"Me? like i said on leave, got it signed from my marine CO, to help with Tuchankas reconstruction, so..." he takes a big swig of ryncol and keeps talking.

"i helping build this hospital, patients in already, when the power relays overload, one right in my face, we got shorted on em, by some shifty volus, now im tracking him down, bastard cuased the death of a whole clutch of children im here to collect... his donation for the relief fund" chuckling darkly rubbing the grip of his paladin pistol.

"and i sit here waiting for a contact to send me on his scent. you? who you waiting for?"

I am waiting for tomorrow. It will be a lovely day. I am going to kill a turian and probably a few more people while I do that. The human frowned, No, not kill. That would be too nice. It will be far worse for him. She grimaced, What's the word... krantt. That's it. He killed a person that would be in that if I was krogan a while back.

She paused then and pondered something. You want any help with that volus?

"human, it will take a while to track him down, if you want to wait fine, but tell me more of this turian" -he leans fowaard interested in her tale if she had one to tell