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Quarian Directives	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 56180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Leaning on a railing outside of Afterlife, Markan stared at the crowd of people waiting to get inside, and tried his best to look on the bright side of things.

"Just think about how much money you spent," he thought, "bribing that one bouncer at the back entrance to let you in every night. Hell, you pretty much wiped out most of your profits from the shop each day, getting in there. With all the credits you're going to save now, you'll be able to afford that new omni-tool in a week's time!"

But it all rang hollow. He had been so close. Victoriana had been sitting right next to him, and if he had just opened his mouth, he would have been able to talk to her. Sure, she might have shot him down, told him to stop bothering her, but at least he would have known.

Now, here he was: body aching from the blows Aria's men had given him while throwing him out, and banned from ever setting foot inside Afterlife again. And unless he upped his pervert status considerably and started hanging out around the back door of Afterlife, or unless Victoriana suddenly had a pressing need to purchase some engine-cleaning supplies from his shop, he'd never see the radiantly beautiful asari dancer again.

His eyes flicked around the crowd, looking at all the people of Omega enjoying their evenings, and envying their happiness. One particular woman caught his eye: a red-headed human woman who reminded him of Leslie. She was wearing one of those asari-designed dresses that left the human's bare midriff exposed. Leslie had had a dress just like that one; it had been the last thing she'd thrown into her suitcase before she walked out the door, and out of Markan's life.

Next to her stood a dark-skinned human male, his arm around the woman's waist as they walked through the Omega streets. From the smiles on their faces and their casual demeanors, you would think they were having a pleasant stroll on an Earth beach, and not having a date on one of the biggest dens of pirates, smugglers, and murderers in the entire galaxy.

"Treat her right, human," Markan thought to himself as he watched them walk. "Don't take her for granted, or you'll lose her before you realize what's happened."

Just as he made to move away from the railing and take the long walk home, there was a flash of light, and a human form materialized in front of the two lovebirds. Markan recognized her immediately: the hooded human who had gotten into the argument with Jack just before the impromptu gangbang had started. Markan felt a chill of fear run through him. He didn't need more insanity like what had happened inside of Afterlife. Not tonight, of all nights.

The suddenly visible human – Kasumi, that was the name – had appeared directly in front of the dark-skinned male. No sooner had she made herself visible than she started yelling at him. He couldn't hear what she was saying from where he was standing. But from the expression on her face, and the redness around her eyes and damp cheeks, Markan could guess that she wasn't too happy with him.

"Stay away from Jacob," she had said back at the bar. Markan assumed that the man Kasumi was yelling at must have been this cheating Jacob fellow. And realizing that, Markan found himself immediately hating the guy. Here Markan was, barely able to find one woman willing to put up with him long enough to have a relationship. And apparently this Jacob guy was juggling three women? Even if Kasumi's first appearance had ultimately sparked the situation that led to his ban from Afterlife, Markan found himself rooting for her all the same.

Kasumi's voice was rising in volume, and even from this distance, Markan was beginning to make out some of her words.

"...thought we had something special..." "...trusted you..." "...lying to me..." "...saw it all on the..."
The argument was starting to draw glances from the crowd, as Jacob waited for Kasumi to finish speaking before responding. Markan knew it was none of his business, but he surreptitiously started to move towards them. If anything, he was curious if he could find out whether all of this was connected to the strange carnal events that had occurred in Afterlife earlier that night. As he drew close, he could hear some of Jacob's softly spoken words.

"...couldn't expect me to wait forever..." "...urges like any other man..." "...kept dangling that carrot without letting me have a bite, what did you think I..."

As Markan moved in as close as he dared without drawing the notice of the three humans, he saw fresh tears flowing down Kasumi's cheeks, in response to Jacob's harsh words. "You bastard!" she cried out. Just like with Jack, she wound back to slap Jacob in the face.

But Jacob saw it coming, and grabbed her wrist in mid-air, Kasumi crying out at the rough force of his grip. And as Markan watched in horror, Jacob used his other hand to direct a fierce slap of his own across Kasumi's tear-streaked face. The slim human woman fell to the ground, clutching at her reddened cheek and looking up at Jacob with a shocked expression. Jacob stared down at her with cold eyes, his hands clenched into fists as if readying to strike her again.

"Hey!" Markan yelled out, charging towards the three humans almost without thinking. "You get the hell away from her!"

"Walk away, pal," Jacob said to him, eyes still locked on Kasumi as he spoke. "This is none of your business."

Markan squared his shoulders, trying his best to sound like one of those tough turian action heroes as he said, "Well, I'm making it my business."

"Come on, Jacob," said the red-headed human, still smiling despite everything that was happening around her. "Let's go back to the Normandy."

"Yeah, go ahead," Markan snapped at him. "Hit a defenseless woman like that and run away. That's what cowardly pricks like you do best, isn't it?" He couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth, but he had never felt surer of himself than he did in this moment. "You're pathetic," he spat out.

This finally got Jacob's attention. "In a second, Kelly," he said to the red-headed human. "Need to show this guy who he's messing with."

Markan took a step back, as Jacob suddenly began glowing with biotic power. This, he hadn't considered. He was completely unarmed, standing up to a clearly unbalanced individual with biotic abilities. But still, Markan held his ground.

"One more chance," Jacob said, concentrating his mental energies as he advanced toward Markan. "Walk away, and you'll get out of this in one piece."

It began to occur to Markan that there was a very real chance he was about to die. On the lawless streets of Omega, fights ending in fatalities were a nightly occurrence. But up until now, Markan had played it safe, kept his head down, and managed to stay out of trouble. He always told himself that he'd never be one of those fools that would get involved in a dangerous situation like this.

But looking at Kasumi on the ground, sobbing and miserable, Markan marshaled all of his courage, and stood fast. "I'm not leaving until you apologize to her," he said, pointing down at Kasumi.

"You're really starting to piss me off," Jacob snarled, and Markan felt himself being lifted upward, Jacob holding him aloft with his biotics. Hand extended and brow furrowed in concentration, Jacob directed Markan's hovering body backward, until he drifted over the walkway railing and out into empty space.

"Long way down," Jacob observed. "Should give you plenty of time to think about how badly you fucked up."

This was it. He was going to die here. Closing his eyes, Markan took a deep breath, as he felt the crackling biotic force around him vanish, and gravity start to take its natural effect.

Being a nice guy on Omega really, really su...
"No!" he heard a voice call out in the distance, and felt himself suddenly fly sideways, hitting the cold steel of the walkway hard enough to take his breath away. Opening his eyes, he saw Jacob being surrounded by Aria's guards, the human baring his teeth and flinging biotic force against them.

"You assholes think you can take me on?" he snarled at them. "You don't know who you're messing with! I'm Jacob Taylor, and I'm..." his load boasts were cut off by a batarian sneaking up behind him and planting the butt of his assault rifle into Jacob's skull. Jacob crumpled to the ground, and was almost immediately hauled back up to his feet by two of Aria's men gripping his arms.

"What a fucking night," said a voice nearby. Markan turned to see Aria T'Loak herself, flanked by more of her guards. Behind her, her men restrained the two human women from earlier in the evening. Jack still struggled against the guards, eyes locked on the entrance to Afterlife with a longing expression. Meanwhile, the dark-haired human from the lower level smiled as she pressed her naked flesh up against the warm bodies of her alien captors, openly playing with herself out in public as alien cum dried on her skin.

"Take them all back to the Normandy docking bay," Aria instructed her men. "And leave a message for Shepard, that if any of her crew ever sets foot on Omega again, I'll send every last one of them out of an airlock the next time. I seriously don't need this shit on my station."

As the group of guards escorted all of the humans back to their ship, Markan called out. "Aria!" His breath caught in his throat as the powerful queen of Omega actually turned to look at him, but he found his words in time to say, "Th... thank you for saving my life."

"Me?" Aria said disdainfully. "Please." She pointed off to the side. "You can thank her for that." Turning away from Markan, she headed back into Afterlife.

Markan got to his feet, looking to where Aria had indicated, and saw...

"That was pretty stupid, what you did back there," Victoriana said. She was dressed in casual clothing now, but even out of the skin-baring dancer outfit she normally wore, she was still beautiful.

"Yeah, guess so," Markan said. "Just couldn't stand there and let that creep mistreat that woman, though."

Victoriana smirked at him. "Yeah, well, that 'creep' almost sent you flying out into space with his biotics. Good thing I managed to catch you with mine, or you'd probably still be falling right now."

Glancing over the railing, Markan nodded gravely. "Guess I was lucky you were there. Thanks." Turning back to her, he suddenly blurted out. "I'm Markan, by the way."

"Serrah," she said, extending a dainty hand towards him. "Nice to meet one of the few decent guys on this rock."

Shaking her hand, he stared at her in confusion. "Serrah? Not Victoriana?"

She laughed. "No, are you kidding? That's my stage name." As she released her grip on his hand, she cocked her head at him. "So... you've been watching me dancing?"

"Yeah, you're amazing," Markan started gushing. "The best dancer in the place, by far. I come in every night just to watch you." Only when it was out of his mouth did Markan realize how creepy that sounded.

But Serrah seemed pleased by his compliment. "Wow, I actually have a fan. You know, most of the women that work there, they just walk out there, shake their asses for a bit, and head back to the dressing room. I actually put some effort into my routine."

"It definitely shows," Markan said.
Serrah smiled at him. "Say, you want to go somewhere? I'd suggest we go back in for a drink, but I just got off a long shift, and this is pretty much the last place I want to be right now, you know?"

"Definitely," Markan said, deciding not to inform her that stepping back into Afterlife wasn't an option for him, anyway. "Let's get out of here."

And as he and Serrah walked side-by-side, away from the insanity of Afterlife, Markan thought to himself that maybe being a nice guy on Omega didn't suck as much as he thought.
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