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You've been here long enough to know it: "Don't fuck with Aria." Remember that... and we won't have a problem. [independent Aria T'Loak roleplay blog. sidebar image from Maevaris.]

[rhaalia]

Last one (For now, anyway)!

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Dirty text accident: (MSG) I hope you're still hungry for dessert ifyouknowwhatImean ;)

[message] No, I’m not.[message] Don’t you have volus or some other small defenseless creature to pluck out of trees somewhere, Shepard?

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Send my character a dirty text. Whether by accident or intentional is your choice.

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Now there was a face she hadn’t expected to see again, at least until after the war was done and over with, supposing the Reapers didn’t suddenly decide to turn their attention onto Omega (Which the Commander thoroughly doubted). And yet, there the woman was, in all her powerful glory.

Of course, considering the fact that Erin had found herself back on Omega, perhaps she shouldn’t have been quite so surprised to see the asari. After all, she was in Aria’s territory. 

Admittedly, Erin had just about drilled through her mind for an excuse to return to the station. She needed a proper drink, and a setting she was comfortable with—the Citadel was always far, far too cleaned up for her tastes, even with the mess Cerberus had made. Eventually she’d said ‘To Hell’ with a proper explanation for her choice in shore leave, directing Joker to plot a course for Omega without another word for her reason.

“Aria T’Loak. Looks like you went right to work returning Afterlife and the rest of Omega to its former glory,” she finally spoke, a smooth smirk sliding across her lips as she strode up the steps, into the woman’s balcony above the club.

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Pounding music, grinding bodies and aggravated (and aggravating) patrons shouting in an intoxicating atmosphere. Things were only beginning to return to something resembling normal on Omega, but Aria worked like a hurricane. She made sure that things ran smoothly, and if they didn't, there'd be hell to pay, somewhere and for someone.

Shepard was... an 'ally' to Omega. To Aria. Someone with similar goals, a lot of power kept in a deadly grip, who knew just when to apply pressure - the only kind of person would could wrest respect from Omega's leader. She'd returned the reigns to Aria's experienced hands, ridding the station of Cerberus' filth one bullet at a time.

Aria was never one for thank yous, Nyreen had said. It was true enough; she preferred action to words, favours for favours. 'Thank you' was too personal; 'thank you' implied that you weren't paying them back in return for their assistance. Everyone wanted something, and Shepard was no different. Shepard wanted everything Omega could offer her war, and Aria was fine with giving back. Expendables. Ships. Cannon fodder, supplies. Eezo.

"Of course I did," came the reply, the speaker leaning back on her couch, her legs crossed and foot jouncing casually. Calculating eyes turned out to the crowd as one hand gestured leisurely for Shepard to sit. "The stench of Cerberus was making me sick. I don't think anyone here misses it."

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//watches everyone with a classic Aria "judging you" expression

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>Put that thing away before you take someones eye out, keelah.

Care to explain why that should concern me?

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[cheerfulsoldier]

Your papers are due in two weeks. No extensions. Any questions? Class dismissed.

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Does being the 'Queen' of a large, crime-rampant space station make up for the qualities you lack? I guess it does.

Does hiding behind encryption really protect your soft skull?

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Do you like spiders?

“Yes.”

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"Do you regret leaving Omega?"

“No.”

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The 'yes or no' game.

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You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

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The Ends Justify the Means

The Commander was silent as she stared at her hands. She should’ve just killed him. Or, let Aria do it. But she couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. She could feel Aria glaring at her as Ashley took Petrovsky away in omni-tool handcuffs. This was not what she had expected at all.

Taking in a breath, she then let it out before turning to the asari. The red to her eyes seemed that much brighter in the relative low light of Afterlife. 

“It had t’ be done. I hate him, too. I hate Cerberus. But he needs t’ testify. And we need him for information on the Adjutants,” she explained calmly. 

“Speakin’ of, have there been any reports o’ more?” she wondered if Aria would let her get away with the subject change. 

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The thrum of biotics raged under her skin. Shepard let him live. Let him live, after ravaging Omega, turning the station into a war zone. It did the job well enough before Cerberus -- but it'd never been such a pit of blood and guts as it had become over months under Petrovsky's grimy hands. Aria wanted to tear his throat out, dangle it above his face while he drowned in his own blood.

She wanted him dead.

Steely eyes glowered over a snarling lip, meeting the fiery glint with controlled iced fury. "That filth is the reason all of those people you spent so much time trying to save were in that position to begin with, Shepard. Did you think about that?" She growled, her teeth clenching hard against the mention of Adjutants. The abominations Cerberus had released on her kingdom, slaughtering thousands of her people - and Nyreen. Tensed knuckles cracked, curling against themselves. "And you're letting him off with everything."

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