Omega was barely different in the afternoon as it was at night. Some would say that Omega was trapped in a perpetual midnight hour. Everything was dark, and any light that could be found was harsh and overly bright - spilling out their phosphorescent light onto the floor like puddles of neon.
People too, acted as though it was late at night. They walked together to bars, to food stands, and were quite often drunk - the further you got to the slums, the worse it got.
But, it was Omega. It had always been like this. Those who were frail of mind and fearful wouldn’t do so well, but the atmosphere here was endearing in a way that was unique only to Omega. There was nowhere else like it in the whole galaxy. It’s reputation was undeserved.
As the Asari wandered through the Gozu District, she let her eyes take in each detail around her in an almost carefree manner. It had been a while since she’d seen it all. The claustrophobic nature of the tall, packed buildings was somewhat refreshing.
And a new companion she had on her venture too; the Drell doctor. Satka. She took a glance at him, what was miniature wonder and appreciation for Omega had faded to severity as she spoke low to him; “have you observed anything?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary around here.” The doctor stated calmly, not particularly overjoyed about once more trekking through the slums of the rancid space station. When he stepped foot on the Asari captain’s vessel Satka believed it would be the last time he was on Omega. But it seemed the gods and goddesses guided him here one more time.
In contrast to the adventurous Naryxa the Drell was all too used to Omega. Its stench, the endless darkness batted away by intruding lights. With every movement of his boots he had to actively suppress the emotions which flowed through him, mocking his inability to leave this place. As they crossed through a noisy crowd of bystanders Satka took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He was back here to help others, Mother Arashu would guide these wretched thoughts from his being.
“How far are we exactly, captain?” Satka inquired, unsure of how exactly to address the Asari. In one hand he held onto a case of medical supplies, encased in a durable metal container. He wasn’t certain how much to pack but if there were more in need of his aide then he had predicted well the doctor was skilled at improvising.
Naryxa had been listening to his body language all too closely, his steady breathing and his steadier step — he was almost too focused. She watched and felt a sense of trepidation from him, to the point she almost didn’t hear his actual words-
“Ah. The warehouse, yes. I’d say we’re close enough now,” the answer bordered on being nonchalant in tone, and she expressed a look of concern in the direction of her new doctor, wondering if she’d made a mistake in bringing him out. “Are you alright?” She asked frankly.
Somewhere behind them, Iryk and Sabinus were keeping watch, and ahead was their target. Satka didn’t have much time to answer before a scream rang out in the distance. The Asari raised a brow and was immediately into action — her hands flaring with blue warping colours. “It sounds like we’re close,” she said.
As the shriek filled the tense air of Omega the Drell blinked cautiously. He watched how the captain reacted as her hands pulsated with the telltale shimmer of biotic power. Satka’s hand went towards his pistol, though it was more of a false movement. The pacifist doctor didn’t intend to use it but he had to act like he was ready to. Naryxa had given him the answer he seeked but the question she posed to him caught him off guard but the scream gave him another moment to put together an answer.
“I’m fine. It's just been awhile since I’ve done anything like this. I’ll be alright, just lead the way captain.” The drell stated calmly as their movement shifted, their steps filled with more action as they headed towards closer to the warehouse.
“Believe it or not,” Naryxa said, carefully eyeing her surroundings, “I don’t go making a habit of it myself.”
The Captain lead the way, as the Drell had requested. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d spent time with a Drell. They certainly weren’t a Doctor, he was unusual in that respect. “I wasn’t expecting to hire someone with your credentials,” she said - her thoughts becoming her words. “But we’ll be glad to have you on board, that’s for sure.”
“I’m sure I don’t compare to the powerful looking warriors you’ve assembled. I just help those in need. I’m glad to be of service.” Satka stated with a humble smile and nod. He did feel slightly out of place compared to the mercenaries onboard, but this was his mission now. It was where the Goddess had brought him.
As the two of them rounded a corner, they came upon an open door, a metallic buzzing sounded from within - bouncing around the walls. A frown crossed her features and she cast a sidelong glance at the Drell. “That sounds like more trouble than we’re ready for… I’m starting to wonder if there is more to this escapade than we were told.” She scowled. The tattoos across her brows turned dagger like. The normally serene-blue of her eyes became cold and focused.
Gunfire in the distance behind them now was the signal that Iryk and Sabinus had found their own fair share of trouble.
“It’s Omega, captain. Things are always more complicated than they seem.” The Drell added with a smirk and a glance back at the Asari. He had expected this mission to be more than it appeared. Another one of the reasons he was glad to be leaving this wretched space station soon.
“Nothing like a warm up exercise to get the team working,” Naryxa commented with a slight scoff as she continued forward. “You’re more powerful than you know too, you know,” she added as she came upon a door in the warehouse, quieter now. She could sense a guard or two on the other side. Heavy footsteps circling the room.
As she assessed the best way to make it through as quietly as possible, sensing that Satka wasn’t really feeling like a full on brawl (nor was she), a sound played out through her Omni-Tool. Louder than it had any right to be. It was the recogniseable voice of the Turian:
“Naryxa, come in. This is Tannyx; Iryk and I have been engaged by Blue Suns foot soldiers. Gozu District is on alert; please advise.”
“There goes the element of surprise,” Naryxa said as the footsteps on the other side stopped, and the door opened with a hiss.
On the other side, two Batarian soldiers already had their weapons trained on Naryxa and Satka, but she was already ahead of them. That pulsing biotic energy in her hand fired forward in a series of pulses until they reached the first Batarian. There was a hum and a pop until the Shockwave moved to the next soldier - incapacitating both with absolute precision.
“We’ve got problems of our own Tannyx. Can you hold them off?” she said, stepping defensively in front of Satka on high alert herself for any further waves.
Another faint, rare smile appeared on the Drell’s features as the Asari captain gave him a compliment. Then his eyes had widened as he heard her omnitool chirp loudly, most certainly alerting anyone on the other side of the door. Then as the door came open he stayed behind Naryxa, the combat trained Asari was much better at handling the situation than he was.
“Well, that did the trick.” Satka stated calmly as both Batarians were down for the count, having made the mistake of going at the Asari captain. It was a reminder for him not to get on her bad side, seeing how effortlessly she took out the two armed guards.
“I hope there aren’t many more, the sooner we find Lauren’s friends and the others the better. I hope they’re not in danger.” The doctor added as he remained behind Naryxa, one of his hands near the pistol on his hip.
A weapon more for show than anything, if more of those guards came then he may be forced to draw it and put up some form of a fight. However futile that may be with the pacifist medical professional’s lack of combat training. It was a miracle he’d survived on this rough, twisted space station for as long as he had but he’d made sure his clinic had no shortage of armed guards. Though even that wasn’t enough to prevent tragedy from rolling through it.
Naryxa wasted no more time in the waiting, pushing forwards as Shy forwarded through instruction from the security deck.
With the door unlocked, the Asari pushed her way through - only one guard remained and then in the corner, strapped to a chair, and bleeding -- was the target. Naryxa was fast acting again, firing off a biotic charge that danced through the empty space until it made contact with the chest of the guard. There was a crackle and in his struggle he fired off several rogue shots in their direction, missing the Asari and the Drell by mere inches until he succumbed to the surge and fell peacefully in an unconscious slump.
“We don’t have much time,” Naryxa barked out, knowing that the guard would be up again soon - and that more would be on their way.
Together, they worked to free the woman from the chair, each lending a shoulder for her to lean upon.
“Th-thank you,” she gasped out, sinking her weight against her rescuers like it was a deflation of relief. “Sorry to drag y’all..” she coughed and spluttered out a mouthful of blood between her words. “I’m so sorry,” she spoke as she was dragged out, her limp feet barely able to keep up with the march of the doctor and the captain.
“She going to be okay?” asked Naryxa, glancing sidelong to Satka.
“If we get back to the ship as soon possible then she will be,” The Drell doctor said as he did his best to hold up his side of the injured woman. “I’d suspect internal bleeding, if we’re not careful she could fall into shock. No telling how long she’d be in this state.”
Satka watched as the human went more limp, likely on the verge of passing out. He didn’t spot any gunshot or knife wounds, likely the poor woman had undergone some severe beatings at the hand of those thugs. Time was of the essence here. The sooner they got her back to the ship and to his new medical bay the sooner he’d be able to properly diagnose her then patch her up. Hopefully they didn’t run into any more trouble on the way back.