"I wasn’t on the Citadel when Chora’s was in business; from what I heard though it was a nightmare, I was amazed that C-sec hadn’t taken the business apart as soon as it opened."
Ze’ev shrugged and his brow wrinkled with a distasteful expression. “I was lucky Purgatory was opening when I arrived on the Citadel, and I made the acquaintance of a bartender working at Purgatory. Chora’s owner made strategic ‘donations’ to C-Sec, and hired rather skilled mercs as bouncers. So long as there were no murders…” He sighed. “At any rate, what is done is done. Purgatory has a reputation to keep, so dealings there are strictly clean, even backstage.”
Ethan nodded and let out a little sound like "mmmm" to indicate that he understood. Business like that were more common back on Omega, where as long as Aria got her cut, and the storefront was kept mostly clean, a business could literally have skeletons in their closets. But he knew the same principle could apply in the pristine Citadel.
"Good, there's too much terror in the Galaxy to have to look for it here too."














