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[velception]

Recruitment: “Just make your life worth keeping before Aria.”

Aria T'Loak (@TLoak) Posted Monday 7th January 2013 from Twitlonger

@dynamiteBlues @NyreenK

“…Come pick me up.” The static died down as the communication was abruptly cut short.

“Is she always this assertive?” Aria drawled, smirking slightly in amusement. She waved Rook’s comment aside and beckoned for her to take the driver’s seat, relaxing in the back, arms crossed.

Nyreen Kandros. She was still young by the matriarch’s standards, but she did have a fire about her that… intrigued Aria. A former soldier and Cabalist… Or so Rook had told her, with a glowing review that made the turian a prime candidate for one of her personal bodyguards.

/It will be easy to earn her trust,/ Aria thought as the car slowed to a stop near Nyreen.

“Get in,” she commanded, scooting over to give space to both the turian and her captive: a jittery salarian who shot them frightened looks.

“I know you,” she muttered, eyeing the salarian coolly. “What’s an Eclipse member doing, meddling with /my/ affairs?”

“I’m not part of—”

“I’ll deal with you later,” Aria interrupted, knowing it would only make the salarian more agitated. Ignoring the salarian’s outraged cry, she reached instead for Nyreen’s chin, tugging her gently so that their eyes met. “You’re a fine specimen. And I’ve seen you use biotics before.” She smiled as she gave her an appraising look. “Would you like to learn more, Nyreen Kandros? I could help you. Far more than those incompetent Cabalists ever could.”

Nyreen Kandros (@NyreenK) Posted Tuesday 8th January 2013 from Twitlonger

(In reply to TLoak)

@TLoak @dynamiteBlues

The salarian had given up on struggling and was instead working all his panicked charm to bargain for Nyreen’s mercy. And she was only too happy to see the approaching car from Afterlife.

“You signed up for this when you went against Aria,” Nyreen said, rolling her eyes annoyedly at the incessant pleading as she opened the passenger’s side door. “Just make your life worth keeping before Aria.”

She froze briefly at the unexpected sight of Aria inside the car, but quickly recovered and slid into the backseat beside her.

Nyreen kept her eyes forward, maintaining a confident expression, knowing the asari must be pleased with the capture of the salarian. But when Aria’s fingers brushed along her mandibles with a featherlight softness, she felt as if she was drawn by the irresistible pull of a star, turning submissively to face the Queen.

Aria’s ocean blue eyes were captivating as an air of command radiated from her as easily as her casual tone and appraising look. And Nyreen wanted that. Her fierceness, her way of bending people to her will, and her demeanor that let her wield power as if it was vested in her by royal blood.

And behind all of that was a breathtakingly beautiful asari.

“Of course, Aria T’Loak,” she said, finding it difficult to say no to both Aria’s attractive offer and to Aria /herself/. “I can only imagine how much I may learn from one so skilled in biotics such as you.”

[velception]

Recruitment: Nyreen Kandros

Nyreen Kandros (@NyreenK) Posted Sunday 6th January 2013 from Twitlonger

@dynamiteBlues @TLoak

The turian henchman shoved the captured and bloodied batarian merc out of a secluded backdoor behind Afterlife and swung his Carnifex across the merc’s jaw, sending him tumbling into a filthy puddle under a ventilation fan.

“Tell your boss that Aria has a message for him,” the henchman said, sneering with a base pleasure of seeing someone beaten on the floor, and fired one shot into his shoulder. “Nobody messes with her cargo. Now get the hell out.”

The batarian howled in pain and slowly rose to his feet, his hand covering his bleeding gunshot wound as he seethed with a grudging glare at the turian before backing away, disappearing around the corner.

The turian snorted disdainfully and glanced up at a shadow swiftly dashing along catwalks and pipes, following after the batarian. “He’s all yours, Nyreen.”

***

The batarian was careful not to go directly to his contact. After stopping his bleeding with a crude tourniquet, he took his time taking the scenic route through the district. Eventually he made a quick call on his omni-tool, finished the cup of coffee in his hand, and headed for an abandoned storage depot outside one of Omega’s smaller mining facilities.

Nyreen perched on top of a nearby rooftop, her visor zooming in as a black aircar appeared and stopped beside the batarian. An armed guard exited and regarded the merc, but he was engaged in an irritated conversation with another individual sitting in the car.

“You have a lot of guts even asking to meet me.” A distant and muffled voice from inside the car came through Nyreen’s visor as it got picked up by her audio amplifier. “You should be dead.”

“Shut the hell up,” the batarian growled, his voice was slightly clearer through the visor, and it was filled with rage. “I just lost my entire team to that purple bitch’s /personal/ guards. You ain’t telling me something.”

The conversation ended there, and there was a brief pause before the batarian and the guard entered the car, as if responding to a gesture. Nyreen tapped her omni-tool and opened an audio comm with Rook, but hesitated as the car’s door slammed shut.

/By the time Rook brings the backup here, the car will have left. They’ll never make it./

She unslung her Phaeston, deciding that she had to act now to capture the merc’s contact, and leapt from the edge of the rooftop, diving towards the car.

Nyreen landed on the hood of the car with a heavy thud, shrouded in a dancing sheath of biotic aura, and emptied the clip on the driver and the guard in the front seat. The windshield shattered into a shower of glass under the assault rifle’s rapid fire and their brains splattered the seats before they could make a sound. She darted over the roof of the car, sharp talons scratching bone-chilling screeches on the metal, and hopped down right outside the contact’s window, shattering it violently with another volley from her Predator.

“Thanks for your help, merc.” She smirked and reached in, finishing the batarian merc with the second last bullet in the clip, before locking the contact’s head in her arms and pulled him roughly out of the car through the open window.

“Rook, this is Nyreen,” she said into the comm, leaning against the car and holding the contact in a headlock, keeping him under control with her Predator pressed on his temple. “I got the contact. Come pick me up.”