#turiantechterror

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turiantechterror replied to your post:[ENCRYPTED MESSAGE] [SENDER ID BLOCKED] Who the hell is this? Just recovered my omni-tool contacts and a "K. Goto" showed up. How the hell do I know you?

[REPLY] Who are you? How the hell do you know my name?

[REPLY] Uh, you messaged me the first time I think. Hell if I remember at this point. You hit your head or something?

[REPLY] It's Kas. We had a... business partnership, I guess.

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[ENCRYPTED MESSAGE] [SENDER ID BLOCKED] Who the hell is this? Just recovered my omni-tool contacts and a "K. Goto" showed up. How the hell do I know you?

[MSG] ID Block? hm. Leaves only a few options.

[MSG] Wait a sec. Harlan? Holy shit, I thought you were dead.

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turiantechterror replied to your post:Your name is, uh, Taska, right? I can't fucking remember.

From what I’ve heard about you, you don’t like anyone, sweetheart.

Almost anyone. And don't call me sweetheart.

[taskavirkus]

Your name is, uh, Taska, right? I can't fucking remember.

Yeah. I don't remember your name, but I remember your face. And Im not sure if I'm remembering correctly... but I think I didn't like you.

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[_EXEC://OMNITOOLCONTACTREC.V1_]

[_CHECKING FOR EXISTING CONTACTS_]

[_PLEASE WAIT_]

[ ... ]

[ ... ]

[ ... ]

[_CONTACT(S) FOUND_]

[_FOUND ISISRISE SALWAY_]

[_KEEP EXISTING CONTACTS Y_N_]

[_CONTACT SAVED_]

[_NO OTHER CONTACTS FOUND_]

"...fuck."

[_DATA CORRUPTED_]

[_ATTEMPT RECOVERY Y_N_]

[_ESTIMATED TIME TO COMPLETE_96 HOURS_]

[_BEGIN DATA RECOVERY Y_N_]

[_DATREC.V2B INITIATED_]

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"Fuck," he groaned, rolling over onto his back. He knew he was on the ground, and he knew he was injured, but that's all he could figure out. His senses were seriously impaired to the point that he couldn't really hear anything but muffled sounds of an area with a fair amount of people in it, and when he opened his eyes, everything was a blur. How he got here, where his was, or even what day it was had been completely lost to him.

As he curled into a weak fetal position, his palm felt as though it had caught fire, forcing him to growl in pain. Still, he let his eyes remain shut as he used his other hand to feel the spot where the burning seemed to come from, only to regret doing that seconds later. Something--or someone--had used something on his palm that had literally burned right through his thick turian flesh, leaving the skin raw and blistered.

"Fucking--" Another groan.

The least he could do was hope that there was someone he could contact via omni-tool message, not that he had any friends to speak of, and maybe they could lend him a hand. When he pulled up his contacts, however, he was presented with something strange.

[NO CONTACTS]

At first, he thought it was his impaired vision, not an actual message telling him his omni-tool was blank. He glanced at it again, only to receive the same message. No contacts.

Instead of moving from where he was, he stayed, taking in deep breaths as he tried to discern where he was. It smelled like...Omega. The station had been his home in years past, so it made sense for him to be here, though he can't recall how he got on the ground or what part of Omega he was in. Something was very, very, very wrong, and he wasn't in the right state of mind to figure it out. For now, he stayed put, waiting for his senses to return to back to normal.