[Illium] Dealing with idiots [closed]

I hate this job sometimes.
Fifteen years in the Turian Military. From the Terminus, to the Atticus Traverse, to Palaven. I crawled through mud, shit and blood to go kill some more people.
I spent some of the most tedious hours of my life checking equipment, shining my shoes if a Primach visited, being shouted at by some arsehole with a higher Citizenship tier, and waiting for something to happen.
Hell, being on Ground zero during the Burning of Palaven was more fun then this shit.
“So you say he owes you 140000 credits?” I asked to the Human.
“That's right. I gave that bastard them to invest, and every single stock he invested in dropped, not one successful investment!” Shouted the Human.
Mentally, I rolled my eyes. On almost any other planet this wouldn’t have been a crime. Maybe a law suit, or something if it was fraud, but I think I saw an advert for this guy once, so I'm pretty sure It isn't fraud but bad luck,
But on Ilium, if you pay for us to investigate, we'll find some crime they're guilty of.
Taxes being what they are on Illium, I.E, almost non-existent, the Directorate had to find other ways of raising funds. And since we wanted the rich and powerful to set up here, in was in the best interest of the whole planet that we ensure that no one gets away with ripping off our best Citizens.
Those that paid extra to the Directorate could have special treatment, either placing their particularly interests before the needs of others or not looking too hard at their companies own irregularities. It was a system that worked well for the rich, and kept us grunts well paid.

I took down the other guys details. Salarian, just about adult, male, said his name was Luro'is Tine.
Of course, the human told me several times that he was basically paying my wages, subtlety telling me that either I find this guy guilty of something and get his money back, or I'll be fired, or worse, forced to sign a contract.
I made my way back to the car.
“Just interviewed the innocent party, said it was a Salarian, Adult male, named Luro'is Tine.” I said into my Omni-tool radio.
“Roger that Solitus. We'll get a APB on him. Any idea where he might be?” Asked Command. A middle Aged Asari, I think her name was Tiriru or something stupid like that.
“Yeah, guy frequented the Nos Erra stock exchange. But no other information on him at this time. Have we got any records on someone with that name?”
There was a few seconds pause.
“Nope, nothing. No C-space Criminal record with that name.” Said Command. “Just a Extranet site advertising the company he works for.”
“All right thanks. If you get anything more you let me know.” I said, before switching off the radio.
I got into the car.
It was going to be some time before we find this guy. Hopefully he won't find out were after him and he'll keep going into work. That should save some time.
Before starting the car I rang one more number.

“Ughh... What bloody time do you call this?” Said a human voice on the other end.
“11 O'clock in the morning. Yeesh. If you can afford to sleep around till late, I wonder where do you even get the money for rent?” I asked.
“Inheritance. And investments.” My Room mate replied.
“Good for some I suppose.” I replied.
“Yeah. Well that's because I wasn't exactly living the high life before we meet. 3 months of interstellar travel and shit.” Said my Room mate.
“Yeah yeah yeah. Must've been so horrible.” I said Sarcastically.
This was one of the few times we talk in the last month. Most of the time I was either at work, or he was god knows where.
“I'm heading back to the apartment for a few minutes. Make sure you're dressed.”
And with that, I ended that call.

Day two:
“I can't fucking eat your food human.” I said, groggily.
“Well then, looks like I'll have to eat these pancakes all by myself. But I tried.” Said my room mate.
“Bullshit. You just wanted to look charitable so you wouldn't have to get out of any choirs.” I said.
“Well darn. You got me.” Said my Roomate.
“Look, would you for once...” I began to say.
“Ah shit. Got to take this.” My roomate said as he Omni-tool vibrated.
“/off translator. "Giants mashabiki" Akizungumza? Ndiyo. Yeye ni katika desturi? Nitakuletea bunduki yangu, yeye si kupata mbali wakati huu. Tutaweza majadiliano baadaye.” My room mate said in some language I had absolutely no understanding of.
“What the fuck was that about?” I asked.
“/Juu ya tafsiri. Just talking to a friend.” Said My room mate. “Nothing to worry about.”
“I wasn't aware you had friends?” I asked Sarcastically. But it was odd. Mr room mate's day mostly consisted of sleeping in this apartment, buying food, and watching TV. And occasionally going to the gym so he didn't get fat.
“It's a asari. Me and her go back since before I meet you. We meet back on Omega actually. She taught me some Asari dialect and I taught her...” My Room mate explained.
“You were on Omega?” I asked.
“For about a month. Anyway, you've got to be at work... five minutes ago. So hurry up and go. If I'm not in by the time your back, there's some Turian food in the top shelf of the fridge. Also, If I don't come back in a day, find someone else to pay rent.” Said my room mate.
“Huh?” I asked, confused by what my room mate just said.
“Go!” he shouted as he threw my car keys at me.
As much as I wanted to question this bizarre behaviour, he was right. I really did need to go to work.
“We'll talk about this later Alex!” I shouted as I ran out the door.

“What happened?” I asked as I stepped pass the holo tape.
“One body, Human. Two shots, one to the chest, one to the head. Both good shots. We're looking at a well trained individual.” Said the beat cop, a Salarian.
“Do we know who it is?” I asked.
“No ID. Blood sample has already gone off to the lab.” Said the Salarian.
“Any video?” I asked, but I probably already knew the answer.
“Nope. This isn't a great dock. Common place for... illicit activities.” Said the Salarian.
I bent over the body, put on a pair of latex gloves and began riffling through his clothing, careful not to contaminate the body.
It took forty seconds, but eventually I found a credit chit, a knife, and several small bags of white powder.
“Novacaine . Can't find a license, so I think our friend here wasn't selling this stuff legally.” I said.
I placed the bags, the knife and the credit chit in a nearby evidence bag.
“Alright. Let's let Forensics do their thing.” I said, signalling to the beat cop to step away from the body, as a bunch of people in cleans suits stepped pass the holo tape. I turned back to the cop.
“Any witnesses?” I asked.
“No one saw it. But the gate guard said other then this guy, the only people to go down here were two turians, a human, three asari and a elcor.” Said the beat cop.
“Well we can rule out the Elcor. We'd be looking at artillery rather then pistol shots. Did the guard have a decent description of the rest?” I asked.
“One of the Turians was limping quite badly. The other was a bareface. The Asari were all roughly maiden age. Purple, blue and blue. And the human was brown skinned, with a beard. Honestly, not the best to go on.” Said the Salarian.
“All right. I'll get all this written up, and we'll go from there. Good work Constable. You've got the workings of a great detective some day.” I said to the Salarian.

“Any word on that Salarian?” I asked.
“Company said he hasn't been into work since the bad investments. But no sign that he has left the planet. Could've smuggled himself off.” Said Tiriru.
“Hard working Salarian with no previous criminal records and has lost 140000 credits? It'd be difficult for him to find anyone to smuggle him out, never mind actually paying them.” I replied. “Anything about our dead Novacaine dealer?”
“Lab will have finished some tests by tomorrow. There's a lot of backlog. Oh. The Chief wants to see you before you go do any paper work.” She said.
I sighed. Always something with this girl.
“I better not keep him waiting.” I said.
I walked pass the desks and down the hallway.
The building was typical Asari. Lots of blue lighting and smooth curves. Of course, there was some good old fashioned Turian Utilitarianism here and there, mainly in the furniture. And of course, Salarian tech. Decent Terminals, DNA sensors, that sort of thing.
I stood outside the Chiefs office. I sighed. Mentally prepared myself, and knocked.
“Come on in.” She said.
I opened the door.
“Ah. Solitus. Take a seat.” She signalled to the one other chair in the room. I sat down.
“How you been old boy?” She said. Chief Flario C'sina was one of the most annoying people I had ever had the “pleasure” of meeting. A 540 year old Asari, Bombastic, possibly mentally deranged and endlessly friendly, she was one of those people you couldn’t help but smile at.
Which of course, I found absolutely disgusting.
“I've been fine.” I said non-committally.
“Really? Splendid to see you've recovered so soon after your partner's suicide.” She said.
“Well, it was a funny way to go.” I replied, a little to quick to realise what I had said.
“Mr Aliquam! There is very little funny with your friend of one and a half years jumping off a building shouting “Gravity ain't shit!”.” Said the chief.
“You sort of had to be there. It would've been funnier if it was the first time he did that.” I replied.
“None the less. I'm sure you work is horrible impeded with the lack of a partner.” Said the Chief.
“You mean not having to explain to a moron several hundred times that you can't gain biotics by eating element zero? I'm coping quite well at the moment.” I said.
“Nonsense Solitus. Every Detective needs a partner. Now, it is apparent that everyone else in the station has already got one. So I'm afraid it may be some time before we find a replacement for your dear friend Stultus Sanguinum,” Flario replied.
“What a shame.” I muttered.
“But we'll be starting a recruitment drive soon. So you'll be back to 100% in no time.” Said Flario.
“Great.” I said sarcastically.
“Isn't it?” Replied Flario. “Well pop along Solitus. I'm sure you've got paper work and such to do.”
And with that, I walked out the room.
I took a few steps, closed the door, turned to face the wall, and slammed my head into it for a few seconds.
Then I straightened out my uniform and got back to work.

I made it back to the apartment. Luckily Solitus wasn't in. I quickly glanced at the clock. 17:12. Public transport sucks on Illium.
I thought back to what just happened. Koral had finally found him. And I watched her kill a man in cold blood. Sure, he was a drug dealing son of a bitch, but I had standards once. I made sure that there'd be as little evidence tying it too her as possible, using the knowledge that I had picked up in 5 years of Mombasa police work.
Still, I guess my debt was finally repaid.
I owed her, this Asari friend of mine, for saving my life on Omega. Why she wanted this guy dead wasn't mine to question. But at long last, I was finally at peace. No owing anyone anything. No having to follow this Asari to Illium. I could even forget that Asari language.
But now what could I do? I couldn't really go back to Mombasa. The M.P.D wouldn't hire me again.
C-Sec had already probably had enough of me back during my liason days.
I wondered around the apartment. I hadn't added much of my own personal touch in the three months I'd lived here. Some food in the fridge and cupboards, a soft matress on my bed, a few Mombasa Giants posters, signed by Tedi Keluga, by hero.
As I walked into the bathroom I looked into the mirror. I hadn't shaved in weeks, I was still fairly fit, but not nearly at the level I was back when I had a job, or was scavenging on Omega. My inheritance and investments had been a lucky break, but before long they too would run out. At what point had I just stopped trying?
Solitus was right. I really need a job. Something to live for.
But I was hired into the M.P.D the day I left education. All I've known is law and order. And there wasn't much of that on Illium. It was definitely a conundrum.
I walked into the kitchen, made a cup of tea, and sat down.
"I better check the classifieds I suppose."