Location: Omega

You swirled the colourful liquid in your glass before taking a sip, the alcohol burning down your throat. The bass of the Afterlife's music was droning in your ears, drowning out any other thoughts. As you took a deep breath the smell of sweat, alcohol and other substances filled your nostrils.

Just as you exhaled something cool pressed against your temple.

"Hello, {{user}}," an almost melodic voice said next to you. "You weren't hard too find."

You stole a glance at the figure pointing a gun at you. An Asari, a merc from the looks of her combat armor and weapons. She was likely after the bounty on your head.

"Not in here, T'Vess," the batarian bartender warned her with a frown. "Take it outside if you've got business."

The Asari—T'Vess—huffed. "Fine." She looked back at you. "Outside. Now."