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Omega...
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The villain strode into the mining asteroid turned hive of scum and villainy, all under the control of one Aria T'Loak. The first of many babes that the villain wanted under his control. He casually walked past the various businesses, illicit and otherwise, and headed straight for the Afterlife, the nightclub belonging to the beautiful Asari warlord. He'd hidden his godly aura not long after he started his walk, wanting to remain incognito for now.
All around him, people were celebrating the destruction of the Reapers, as well as quarians and turians sampling food they normally couldn't try, and vice versa. He passed a rather amusing discussion between a quarian and a human about the virtues of each species' chocolate.
As he strode up to the Afterlife club, he was accousted by a bunch of turian, human, and krogan thugs. "Its a celebration day, brother!" the leader, a krogan, said. "To celebrate with us, though, you gotta pay a fee to get by."
The villain smirked at them. "You got thrown out, didn't you?" he asked. At their subtle flinch, he knew he was right.
The krogan leader shook his head. "Naw, man," he said. "Its just simple taxes. Omega is a capitalist society, y'know?"
"I know," the villain said. "And for the low low price of getting the fuck out of my way, I'll let you live."
The krogan chuckled. "I like you. You're brave," he said. "But I'm still gonna need that fee. Me and the boys, we have needs, y'know."
The villain gripped the leader by his armored collar and headbutted the krogan hard enough to shatter his skull. The krogan collapsed, his head now sporting a very large dent in it as he bled out his mouth, nose and ears. Producing a hankerchief, the villain wiped the blood off of his forehead and tossed it over the leader of the thugs, who were all staring at him fearfully.
"Shoo," the villain said, making a dismissive gesture. The thugs ran for their lives. The villain gestured at the corpse, which began to dissolve into nothingness. He then walked up to the door to the club, where he passed a bouncer and then made his way in. Dancing a little to the thumping beats, he made his way into the main floor of the club, grinning at all the luxuriously sexy asari dancers as they shook their goods along the central ring of the club, a holographic cylinder extending all the way to the ceiling.
The villain trotted up to the bar, the turian bartender smiling at him. "How do, friend?" he asked. "You came at a good time. Aria's ruled everything's half-price for now 'cause the war's over."
The villain grinned. "Sweet," he said. "Wish I could figure out why, though. Who was that handsome devil that erased the Reapers?"
"I'm not questioning it," the turian said. "Unlike most of my kind, I don't get off on fighting wars. Me, I like having a nice, quiet night behind the bar."
"So why'd you come to Omega?" the villain teased.
The bartender laughed. "Good question! First round's on me, 'cause you made me laugh." He poured him a shot of beer, and the villain drank it gratefully, toasting him. "I don't know what that weird guy was. He erased the Reapers, and now I find I can eat and drink human and asari food. That level of power I just do NOT want to deal with."
"Heard they were giving an award to some Spectre on the way in," the villain said.
"Jennifer Shepard. A human," the turian bartender said. "Saved a lot of lives in the initial part of the war, and gave us all the heads up on them to begin with, apparently. That's about all I know. I try to keep my nose out of people's business, to use a human phrase."
"A good policy," the villain said, asking for another shot.
The bartender chuckled, pouring it for him. On the cylinder in the center of the room, a news report was displayed showing quarians negotiating peace with the geth, under the supervision of Commander Shepard. "So how about you, friend?" the bartender asked. "What brings you to the Afterlife?"
"It is my intention to have Aria T'Loak become my loyal, whorish breeding slut. To make it so that she can't live without experiencing my cock, or having my babies in her belly. I intend to, both literally and figuratively, fuck with Aria," the villain said. He drank his shot, and noticed that aside from the music and the news report, the bar had gone silent.
He looked around, and to his amusement, saw that everyone was staring at him. Patrons had stopped drinking, the dancers had stopped dancing, and the bartender was just staring at him, wide-eyed. "What?" he said. "I'm serious."
Everyone began laughing uproariously. The bartender was almost doubled over with laughter. "Brother, there's less painful ways to commit suicide!" he laughed. "Hell, I could loan you my sidearm right here. Or, I got a keg of ryncol in the back, I could let you chug that."
"Ryncol sounds good," the villain said. "Keep it coming. I can pay for everything."
As the bar dismissed him as a lunatic, going about its business, the bartender shook his head. "You're really gonna try it," he marveled.
"I am going to succeed," the villain said. "By the end of the week, you are going to work for me."
"You do realize that Aria has a private graveyard filled with idiots like you, don't you?" the bartender asked. "She calls it the Comedy Club, because remembering all their stupid attempts always makes her laugh."
The villain laughed. "That's good. I like that," he said. "When I take all the women of your species as my sex slaves, I'll turn you into a female instead of killing you."
The bartender stared at him, and just shook his head, bringing over the keg of ryncol. "Have as much as you want, brother," he said. "You've got a quad and a half on you, if nothing else. Hopefully Aria finds you funny enough to give you a quick death."
"Cheers," the villain said as the bartender poured some of the slightly radioactive drink for him into a larger glass. The villain didn't mind the disbelief. He'd hidden his full majesty well enough that no one would recognize the god that destroyed the Reapers. He'd set the bait for his trap. All that was left was to see if Aria took it.
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