His OT winked out and he released a breath. He prayed to Amonkira to guide him. He looked longingly at his pistol and rifle, but the citadel frowned on citizens carrying weapons. When he was a part of Shepard’s crew, it was overlooked, but that life was in his past.
He removed his leisure suit and slipped into his leathers. He did not wear them as often anymore, but the comfortable feel of the form fitting material brought a smile to his lips, like welcoming home an old friend. He slipped a pair of knives into the inner lining of his jacket, The familiar press of them against his skin almost made him feel like the warrior he used to be.
One of his contacts had alerted him about the arrival of an assassin by the name of Crypt who had been asking around the docks for a drell by the name of Thane Krios. He did not think those who knew his real name would turn, that was not what he feared. He feared the man would learn of his son. That he would not let happen. This was his problem to contend with.
Slipping around the dock’s surveillance cameras would not be an issue and there were plenty of out of the way or hidden areas to draw the krogan out of sight.
He slid through the dock’s shadows and caught sight of a large, armored krogan questioning refuges. He moved into the light, stopped at the memorial wall, prayed and then continued on deeper into the docks. He knew the moment the krogan began to follow him. The hunt was on. He lured the krogan towards some rows of large containers with a dark alleyway between them. He took a right and slipped into the shadows.
A couple of kids looked at him in surprise and then darted around him and back into the light. He squatted down, cloaked himself in shadow and bowed his head to Arashu, asking for her protection to anyone who chanced upon them.
He remained motionless as the krogan walked past him. When enough distance passed he rose. The krogan turned, pulled a hidden pistol, the tthk of the silencer was all that could be heard. Thane threw himself to the side, amped his biotics and threw a small crate towards the krogan. The bullet lodged into the crate moments before it impacted the krogan and sent his pistol skittering into the shadows. The krogan roared and charged. He sprinted towards the krogan and dove, rolling into his lower legs. Momentum took the krogan onward a few steps before he fell forward, catching his fall with his hands.
Thane spun a kick, but the krogan was already rising and all it did was spin him around to face him. When the krogan charged again, he held his ground, leapt away at the last moment, twisted his body and sent a blow to the side of the krogan’s neck. The krogan roared and he sent another blow into the opposite side of his thick neck. He was beginning to feel the toll the battle was taking on his weakened body. He ran at the container, took a few steps up its side and pushed off, propelling himself towards the krogan that was trying to catch his breath. He grabbed hold of the armor near the krogan’s head and flipped around the large body. The krogan spun with the momentum and landed on his back. He grasped the hidden hilts and spun the knives; twin blades drove down, sinking deep into the krogan’s beady little eyes.
He stumbled back a step, bent over from his excursions. He weakly retrieved the knives, wiped them on the krogan’s armor and slipped them back into their sheathes. As he raised his hands to pray to Kalahira, his vision faded and darkness greeted him.
