Post by Ryz Skagan on Jan 28, 2013 15:18:15 GMT -5
Ultraviolet
Omega, somewhere after midnight.
Even from a few blocks away the booming bass blasting outward from within the clubs could be heard, and felt too like a heartbeat belonging to a Krogan high on bloodrage. These streets cluttered with litter, scrap and the occasional homeless was not a stroll one would call enjoyable, yet it precisely displayed the moral behind Omega to the galaxy. Though whether that moral display was intentionally done so remains highly debately, however the point behind it still stands. Omega a theoretical "beacon" of freedom from law and order, the dream of any anarchist, society-burned citizen or petty criminal, came with a steep cost or rather a risk. Like a sinking treasure tied to one's hand, the only thing that could be accomplished here was either swim and survive, live another day to take one's prize and prosper. Or to sink along the wealth, success and future that was within reach. To this day Omega was the place that attracted the sort of folk that had nothing to lose, the people that harbored no fear, the ones willing to play any kind of dirty to win and finally those who were running from the life they wished to leave behind. Refugees in a place that ate runners for breakfast and veterans for dinner.
Though a haven of depression for those unfortunate enough to get caught in its pitfall I have returned here time and time again, but not by free will of course. A part of my work, the business I do, is (in my humble opinion) best done in person. You could be surprised what a lasting impression (whether it good or bad), a face-to-face and a nice round sum of credits could do to garner one's loyalty. I'm not talking in the mercenary kind of loyalty though, I'm talking about the kind of loyalty that is only acquired by making someone believe that, while others might offer more, you're the safest bet for worthwhile employment from here to Sur'Kesh. The trick to keep this trust however is to make it worth their while, every time. The invidividual I am about to meet with is one of those kind of men. Maybe in time he'll also become one of those men that showers more frequently, hopefully sooner then later.
W.I.P. Suckas
Omega, somewhere after midnight.
Even from a few blocks away the booming bass blasting outward from within the clubs could be heard, and felt too like a heartbeat belonging to a Krogan high on bloodrage. These streets cluttered with litter, scrap and the occasional homeless was not a stroll one would call enjoyable, yet it precisely displayed the moral behind Omega to the galaxy. Though whether that moral display was intentionally done so remains highly debately, however the point behind it still stands. Omega a theoretical "beacon" of freedom from law and order, the dream of any anarchist, society-burned citizen or petty criminal, came with a steep cost or rather a risk. Like a sinking treasure tied to one's hand, the only thing that could be accomplished here was either swim and survive, live another day to take one's prize and prosper. Or to sink along the wealth, success and future that was within reach. To this day Omega was the place that attracted the sort of folk that had nothing to lose, the people that harbored no fear, the ones willing to play any kind of dirty to win and finally those who were running from the life they wished to leave behind. Refugees in a place that ate runners for breakfast and veterans for dinner.
Though a haven of depression for those unfortunate enough to get caught in its pitfall I have returned here time and time again, but not by free will of course. A part of my work, the business I do, is (in my humble opinion) best done in person. You could be surprised what a lasting impression (whether it good or bad), a face-to-face and a nice round sum of credits could do to garner one's loyalty. I'm not talking in the mercenary kind of loyalty though, I'm talking about the kind of loyalty that is only acquired by making someone believe that, while others might offer more, you're the safest bet for worthwhile employment from here to Sur'Kesh. The trick to keep this trust however is to make it worth their while, every time. The invidividual I am about to meet with is one of those kind of men. Maybe in time he'll also become one of those men that showers more frequently, hopefully sooner then later.
W.I.P. Suckas