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Kinderheim

"Death? Regret? Don't fret, both you'll get."

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a character in “Mass Effect: Dug In Too Deep”, as played by TheFinalOne

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Name: Unknown

Nickname(s): Kinderheim

Race: Human

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Occupation: Sometimes he is a mercenary. Sometimes a kindergarten teacher. Sometimes an executioner for Purgatory, a prison on Earth.

Class: Soldier, all the way.

Class Skills: Full points in Pistols and Assault Training. Rest is pretty much zero. No special abilities.

Equipment: One M-5 Phalanx, an assault rifle and ammo.

Appearance: Appearance when out of his armour: Kinderheim wears a red trench coat. His clothes inside the trench coat are black. He also wears a red hat with a large rim and yellow circular sunglasses. He is tall, about 6'2'' and of a thin built. He has long black hair and black eyes, though no one has seen his eyes in quite a while. His hands are always in the pockets of his trench coat, unless he's pointing his pistol in your face.


Personality: Kinderheim hates seriousness. He doesn't care if his friends are dying around him, but he does try and make sure they die happy. Ironically, he always speaks in a serious tone, usually confusing people as to wether he is joking or not.
He doesn't really care about any one around him. Having fun is the most important thing.
Even if he is fighting or worse, he is losing that fight, he will not become serious, at all. "Live Crappy or Die Happy" is his personal motto. Oh, ya. And he loves to rhyme, a lot.
He also loves to insult people who are serious, usually getting into trouble.

Background: Fun. That's all he ever wanted. "If it is fun... It, I have done..." He was born to a lovely human couple. He got his carefree attitude from his mother and his skills with the pistol from father. He had a nice life.

But of course, nothing remains rosy for long. And his life turned ugly, fast. One botched deal and his father lost everything. He turned to alcohol and started beating his wife, Kinderheim's mother. Kinderheim ran away at first, but when he returned he was told his father had killed his mother.

"As many gains, twice as many Pains..." He joined the Purgatory prison as a executioner and was the man who executed his father. His last words to his father were,
"I am ashamed to call you my father,
if I could I would have chosen another...
Thank You for the shame,
with which I carry this name..."

He too nearly turned to alcohol but decided that he wouldn't become his father. That night he heard on the news about the murder at a local orphanage. He decided he needed to start from square one if he was to ever "live" again... So he joined a kindergarten school. The children taught him how to live again, and turned him back towards the path of fun.
He was life a nice life again, teaching children and executing criminals. But since the kindergarten needed money for repairs, he joined the Mercernary group accompaning the doctors.

Other: He carries around a card that the children in his class made for him.

So begins...

Kinderheim's Story

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2 years ago. Earth


“This way Mister Kinderheim,” the woman said and walked out of her office. Kinderheim followed her. He had applied for a job as a kindergarten teacher in the school the woman ran.

It wasn’t what one could call a nice school. All students were from orphanages or poor households. Kinderheim didn’t really care who the kids were, he only joined because his friend told him teaching kindergarten kids was difficult and, more importantly, fun.

Kinderheim looked around. Most of the classes didn’t even have the most basic of things. In some classes, students sat on the ground. Kinderheim wondered why the kids even bothered to attend. He noticed that they had passed the kindergarten classes, which had been empty.

“Excuse me but the kindergar-“

“Yes, I know. The kindergarteners have holiday today. We have more important things to attend to,” she walked towards the exit and continued, “I did a background check on you and I think you’ll be perfect for this job.” They reached the exit but instead of walking she continued on to the other half of the building.

They reached a locked door, in front of which a large man was standing. She stopped, turned back towards Kinderheim, and spoke, “The man held inside has a large bank account, most of which he obtained illegally. We managed to lure him here but he isn’t responding well to our threats. We would like you to make him understand.”

The large man opened the locks. Kinderheim could hear muffled screams. He walked inside the dimly lit room and a man strapped to the chair, naked, with an unknown number of underwear stuffed in his mouth. I get to torture him… Well Jason was right. Teaching in a school has a lot of hidden benefits. Kinderheim closed the door behind him…

2 weeks ago. Omega.

Kinderheim looked out of the spaceship. He was here. First time off Earth and where does he go? Omega, the piss hole of the galaxy. The last place any sane man would go. Kinderheim stepped off. He was here for a reason.

He needed money to rebuild his school, which had been bombed a few weeks ago. Kinderheim would have just left that place but it was kind of his fault so he decided he would build a new school before leaving the children. The children knew their beloved principal was leaving them for a while so they made cards for him, a lot of cards.

He removed the only card he had taken along for this journey, the one made by the students of the first class he had taught, from his pocket. It was a nice little card with words of inspiration written on it. Actually there were only two words written on the card: Have Fun. I promise I will.

A Batarian stopped Kinderheim. “Pay the entry toll if you wish to proceed,” he ordered. Kinderheim looked at the Batarian. He had a blue sun drawn on his right arm. Should I kill him? Shouldn’t I? I think I’ll forg-

“Hey! Pay attention!” shouted the Batarian and pushed Kinderheim on the floor. Kinderheim unholstered his pistol and was about to send the Batarian to wherever Batarian went when they died when a voice from spoke from behind the Batarian, “K’ak, leave the man alone.” The Batarian said something in a language Kinderheim didn’t understand and left. The Turian emerged from the crowd. The people around seemed to give him way and had terrified looks on their faces.

The Turian helped Kinderheim up and spoke, “Let us not fight here. I don’t wish to scare the traders.” He started walking and Kinderheim followed. Fifteen minutes later they reached a club, Afterlife. The Turian stopped, turned around, and spoke, “The speed at which you unholstered your gun amazes me. If you need a job, The Blue Suns will be happy to provide you with one.” The Turian gave his regards and left.

Kinderheim could have joined the Blue Suns. He would have joined The Blue Suns but he didn’t. Why? ‘cause he had met a much more fun person, Roz.


Present. Omega


Kinderheim walked into the club. It was nice change of pace. The last week had been hectic. He stole from the Eclipse, got caught and was saved by a nicely timed Blue Suns raid run. He then helped the Blue Suns mop up the rest of the Eclipse squad. The Turian reminded Kinderheim of the offer, which Kinderheim refused.

His boss, Roz, was sitting in the lower bar. He approached the female Turian and spoke, “I have just enough money for two drinks. Interested?”

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2 weeks ago. Omega.


Kinderheim wasn’t having fun, at all. His ship had landed eight hours ago and still there had been no action. Sitting in the Afterlife doing nothing was no fun. Even here people stared at his trench coat and wouldn't dance with him.

He wanted to kill them a-, no wait, he wanted to torture them and then kill them. It was all for his amusement of course. If it was fun, he did it. After all, he wasn’t a Krogan who could live a thousand years. He had only forty years left, and he wasn’t about to do something boring and waste precious time.

He still hadn’t tried quite a few torture techniques. He knew once he had tried all the methods, torturing wouldn’t be fun anymore. One important lesson he had learnt in his life was, “Fun doesn’t last.” He’d have to find a new way to have fun…

The Blue Suns Turian had left him in the Afterlife, requesting Kinderheim to consider joining the Blue Suns. Kinderheim would consider it, but not now.

He wanted to make his mark here, and what better way to start his life on Omega than by drugging and torturing someone? As Kinderheim thought as to which method of torture he would use next, a Turian sat on the stool next to his. If Kinderheim had to guess, he’d say the Turian was a female. She didn’t order anything and Batarian bartender seemed to look at her angrily. Jilted lovers? Who knows…

He went back to drinking when he realized something. Even though he had been here for quite some time, everybody still stared at his red trench coat. But the Turian didn’t even notice.

The Batarian and the Turian were talking about how she never bought anything. She was poor just like him, it seemed. Kinderheim smiled and spoke, “Hello. I am Kinderhe-”

“Don’t care,” she said, her attention on the datapad she had. The Batarian looked at him, then at the Turian and spoke with an evil smile, “He’s poor just like you. Why don’t you take him in your band of idiots?”

The Turian looked at the Batarian who quickly apologized and left. That’s interesting… Kinderheim spoke again, “Care to dance?”

The Turian looked at him and Kinderheim understood why the Batarian looked so scared. The seriousness on her face made him want to cry.

Life is to enjoyed…
not to be thrown down the ditch…
Wonder who died…
and turned her into a stuck up bitch…


“Oh look who is here! It’s the great Roz! Everybody bow down to her!” shouted a Krogan as he walked up from behind them with two others who Kinderheim assumed were his friends.. The Turian seemed to be irritated but didn’t say anything.

The Krogan looked at Kinderheim and started laughing, “Hey guys look. Miss Roz the awesome found another idiot. Hey redcoat, let me see your dumbass face.” What the Krogan saw was the barrel of Kinderheim’s Phalanx.

The Krogan seemed unfazed, “Oh my. I going to die,” he laughed and continued, “Does it look like that piece of crap is going to kill me?”

Kinderheim smiled too. He noticed that most of the other people near the bar moved a little away. Only he, the Turian and the three Krogans were near the bar now. “Agreed, your skin is tough. But your eyes aren’t. Those poor, unprotected, soft, squishy eyes. If you wish to not have holes for eyes, I suggest you move your dumbass life somewhere else.”

The Krogan’s smile disappeared. He was angry now. He took his shotgun out and shouted, “You asked for it!” Kinderheim laughed and mocked the Krogan,"Oh my, I'm going to die." But before the Krogan could fire a man rested his own gun on the back of the Krogan’s head. The man spoke, “Miss T’Loak wishes you take your fight elsewhere.”

The Krogan kept his gun away and spoke angrily, “You may be safe here but once you are outside…” The Krogan laughed and left. Kinderheim holstered his gun. As the Krogan was leaving the Turian spoke up, “A Krogan running away from a battle. How shameful…”

The Krogan stopped but then he started walking again. As he left the bar he said, “You and your redcoat slave better watch your back.”

The Turian spoke again, “Never give out advice which you can’t follow yourself,” referring to T’Loak’s man. The Krogan had nothing to say this time. Kinderheim started laughing and when he regained his posture he congratulated the Turian, “Wow… You just crushed his pride.” Kinderheim looked at Krogan who had reached Afterlife’s exit. I hope he doesn’t commit suicide. That would be a bummer. Kinderheim wanted to be the one who killed the Krogan.

“What are being so happy about? You just signed your death note,” said the Turian. Most people returned back to the bar. Kinderheim smiled at the Turian, “Live Crappy or Die Happy.”

“Great,” the Turian said, “another idiot to care of.”

Kinderheim was confused, but he was happy. This Turian female was a fun person, and that was all that mattered. But nevertheless he asked, “I am sorry but what do you mean?”

The Turian looked at Kinderheim. “Since you don’t know who you just fucked with and since your foolishness saved me from listening to his nonsense, I’ll be your boss from now on.” Kinderheim was shocked. Did this female just recruit him, and without his consent?

The Turian stood up. But before she started to leave she said, “Three things. You will have to find accommodation and food and all that jazz by yourself. Also ask me before you go and kill anyone important.”
Kinderheim queried, “And the third thing?”

The Turian spoke, “Change out of that God Awful dress…” Kinderheim was speechless for a few seconds. He had just found an alternative for torture, the Turian.

The setting changes from Mass Effect Universe to Omega

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Character Portrait: Mul Karin Character Portrait: Nathan Isamov Character Portrait: Kinderheim Character Portrait: Roz Atrillin Character Portrait: Norik Calos Character Portrait: Grace Kennedy Character Portrait: Persephone Kale Character Portrait: Mayce
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Roz’s attention turned to the human she had only recently recruited. It was truly the first time she chose a team member on her own volition. At the time she thought she was doing something good, but something about the human rubbed her the wrong way. Then again, she could say that about her entire team. Each of them had a strange ‘quirk’ about them that made her unsure of their loyalty at times. Except perhaps Mayce, who had yet to disobey an order, no matter how jokingly sarcastic it was. At least they all came crawling back to her on a regular basis and the Krogan, at the very least, had been around for years now. While almost childish at times, Chimish had indeed been very reliable. Ranek had also been considerably reliable, although it was disputed between the two Turians over who was the better sniper. Roz, however, so graciously let him keep the title as dealing with people on Omega usually called for smaller, more concealable arms and she had grown quite out of practice with her rifle. It was a shame that her friend on the Citadel hadn’t given her anything new in quite some time. She did enjoy a good chance to practice.

I’d much rather know I can eat tomorrow, new blood.” She remarked, stretching out her shoulders to keep them from getting stiff. Sitting in same stool for hours, surveying the crowd for potential jobs and information to trade was terrible for her lower back and shoulders. If they didn’t get work soon, she feared she would have to organize a surgical strike on one of the big three on Omega just for a few credits. What she wouldn’t have given for a good crisis. It was a shame she didn’t get in on any of the fighting during the attack of the Citadel. Then again, not having a ship made it difficult to get off the crumbling little asteroid. It would’ve been a good fight.

A second member of her little band of misfits entered Afterlife, the female Human of her group. She seemed entirely too pleased with herself to be up to anything good, but so long as her group did as they were told and didn’t try to stab her in the back, she gave them free reign. Persephone wasn’t exactly stable, and Roz was very much aware of that when she took the Human into her company. The appearance of Mayce, perhaps the strangest of her Human underlings, brought a sense of relief. At least there was sanity in this one. She scooped up the credit chits and counted them, redistributing them out among the Humans, making sure Mayce got more than the other two.

Bravo, my little harlot. We get to eat tonight.” She stowed the shares for the non-present members of her group in her jacket pocket. “Hopefully this will only be temporary. I hate to think what this will do to your health.” She gave him a patronizing pat on the head. “And don’t keep hiding corpses for her. Persephone needs to learn that we’re not condoning murder without communal profit.

==Docks==

Karin flinched at Grace’s touch, but seemed to relax considerably at the sound of her voice. He looked up at the human, nodding his head vigorously at her offer to keep close to him while on Omega. The initial panic seemed to subside enough for him to look around him at the locals. He’d never met a Batarian before. He heard they had four eyes, but he imagined something different. He squeaked as Grace hurried away to talk to one in a corner. He seemed jittery and Karin wondered if he was as afraid of Omega as he was. Maybe he didn’t like meeting new people. Karin liked meeting new people. There was always a rush of joy in ‘becoming friends’ with someone new. Grace came bounding back, excited about something.

“You’ll never believe it Karin! That batarian over there is selling some sort of red sand and I thought, Karin loves dirt, rocks and sand! Do you want to go buy some? Would that make you feel better?”

G-Grace, Red Sand is a narcotic derived from Element Zero that boosts biotic ability and produces a sense of extreme euphoria for a brief time. It was first manufactured on the Sol System’s Mars, hence its name… It’s not… actually sand.” Karin explained, wrapping his arms around one of Grace’s elbows. He was content to use her as a form of security blanket for the time being, finding safety in the contact of his friend. A strange Salarian approached them, offering to show them around Omega to avoid the ‘unsavory types’ as he put it. The Salarian’s offer was cut short by a Human giving him a friendly hug, causing the Salarian to scatter like a Pyjack that had been shot at. The Human addressed Grace, giving her advice on handling the locals.

He seemed nice.” Karin murmured, tilting his head as the Human left. He meant the Salarian that had so ‘kindly’ offered to help them out, but before he could elaborate two more members of their party set foot on Omega.

Nathan, a researcher—of what the Salarian didn’t actually know—gave him a comforting pat on the back as reassurance stated they shouldn’t worry and should keep together. Norik, the leader of their merry band of scientists and their resident Prothean expert emerged from the airlock. Karin admired his shipmates. They all seemed so confident and fearless in comparison to his debilitating phobias. He had made one step onto the planet, while Grace was able to trot around without a care in the world. He would be jealous if it wasn’t so impressive to him.

“However, I can't leave this ship unattended. As you can imagine, their form of security here isn't the most trustworthy. Who wants to stay behind?" The Drell offered and one of Karin’s hands released Grace’s arm to wave in the air.

Pick me! Please pick me!” He offered, pleading up at the taller Drell. “I have to make sure all of the guest accommodations are suitable and the laundry’s all set up and the mirrors are all covered. We can’t have the people protecting us have their souls in danger. Or their rooms dirty. What if they don’t like dirty rooms and they shoot us because they’re not clean enough? What if they have guns? I don’t like guns. Do we have to have people with guns?” As he continued, the tempo of his voice increased significantly, as if he was trying to get as much as he could out in a single breath. He took a sharp inhale and exhaled slowly. “I’d like to stay on the ship is what I’m saying. I’ll lock the doors and everything.

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1 year 11 months ago. Earth

Kinderheim looked at all the students in his class. All students were here. Well, not all. The Ibrahimovich twins weren’t there. Kinderheim asked Sally and Mark, who always came to school with the twins, where they were. “Victor mother says they won’t come for some days. They sick,” said Sally and went back to scribbling on the desk. Sick, huh?

It took him Kinderheim an hour to reach the place where the Ibrahimovich twins lived. He didn’t care much about the twins. It was only that in this part of town, children getting ‘sick’ never meant that the child was sick. It was a shabby run down building, probably a hundred years old. Kinderheim walked inside. Quite a few people were standing along the wall, staring at Kinderheim.

Well, many stared at him, and many died too. It was his weird dressing style, he told himself. After all, who wears a red trench coat, red cowboy hat and yellow sunglasses in this day and age? Only Kinderheim, he thought smiling. He looked at them and nodded, but they just looked away. Now, now, his dressing style wasn’t that bad, was it?

Kinderheim also noticed fear in their eyes. He was a torturer and if he didn’t know when to stop, then he wouldn’t be good at his job. A person’ eyes conveyed a lot, and they were clearly scared. He didn’t bother anyone and went straight ahead. They were poor and he was new. Of course they’d be scared. What if he was a thug?

Two flights of stairs, and stares, later he was there, at the Ibrahimovich residence. More like the Ibrahimovich cardboard box, he thought to himself. He knocked the door and the door creaked. It’s open. Hmm… He walked inside and saw a gruesome sight, a dead woman, possibly the twins’ mother, and a dead dog. It was pretty brutal, blood splattered all the over the place. Great… I just hoped finding them will be fu-

His phone rang, breaking his train of thought. It was Roxanne, the woman he worked for. “What?” he queried.
“Where are you? I have a client for us,” she said, her happiness clearly heard.
“Two of my students didn’t attend class. I’m making sure they are fin-” Again interrupted.

“It’s the Ibrahimovich twins, isn’t it?” her voice was sadder this time. “So he did it. I can’t believe he’d have the balls…”
“Care to explain?”
Roxanne gave a long sigh and spoke, “The twins are probably dead. Or have been sold off to the Slavers.”

“You mea-”
“Yes, I’m talking about them only. There is no point. They have already left. But they will return next week to complete the deal with our Boss. You can have your revenge then.”

This time it was Kinderheim who sighed. He didn’t say anything for a while and neither did her. He wasn’t sad about the twins, oh no, he was sad that he might not be able to torture any of the slavers. They’ll be holed up together and capturing one of them would just be a colossal waste of time and energy. That’s why he hated large group. Too much hassle.
“Now, now. Don’t get so sad. In these parts such things are common,” said Roxanne.
“You know I’m not sad about that. Anyways I’ll be over there,” said Kinderheim and switched his cell off. I guess this client is going to have much worse day.

12 days ago. Day 2 on Omega.


“Yes sir, I understand,” said the shop owner, “You want anything else?”
Kinderheim looked around. The only thing they had here were armor. No normal dresses, at all. “Armor is what people buy here,” was his reasoning. Kinderheim started to hate Omega already. But there were a lot of fun things to do here, so he didn’t leave. He could always go to where the Vorcha lived and screw around with them. The Red Coat Monster, the little Vorcha kids had named him. He smiled at that name, for it was better than the name Jason had given him, Kinderheim.

As he took the armor from the shop owner and as he was about to leave he saw the Krogan entering, the same Krogan who had helped Kinderheim join with Turian female, Roz the awesome. Instantly, his Phalanx was out and aimed at the Krogan’s eyes. The Krogan saw him and he got his shotgun was out. The shop owner got his assault rifle and shouted, “NO FIGHTING!”

The shop owner walked towards the Krogan and shouted something in a language Kinderheim didn’t understand. He hated that everyone seemed to talk in languages he didn’t understand. Kinderheim smiled at the Krogan, “Let’s take it outside,” and started walking towards the exit, and towards the Krogan but then he saw the Turian male who had stopped him from killing the Batarian two earlier and spoke again, “Hey there.”

The Turian looked at Krogan, then at Kinderheim and did a facepalm. “It seems you know my Krogan friend here, Furvanor Kask. Furvanor, would you please not kill him?” The Krogan lowered his shotgun, grunted, spoke, “That’s twice your ass got saved. Lucky bastard,” and left.

The Turian looked at the Krogan and spoke, “I’ll bring your things. And Thanks.” He walked towards the shop owner, who had lowered his rifle, and asked for the Krogan’s stuff. The shop owner left them to go get whatever Kask wanted. The Turian spoke with a small smile, “The name’s Septimus Caezar,” he said while giving the credits to the man, who had returned with a massive armor. “The shop owner is Parnet.”

“I’m Kinderheim, if I haven’t told you that,” he greeted them both. Two Krogans came inside and picked up the armor that Furvanor wanted, War Lord Armor. The Turian noticed the Heavy Janissary armor Kinderheim held and laughed, “You aren’t seriously going to buy that?”
“Why what is the problem?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t suit your combat style, and it costs about eight million credits,” said the Turian laughing. Kinderheim was in shock for a few moments. Eight million credits?! He only had five… thousand credits.

As the Turian walked out of the store and spoke again, “Follow me. And don’t take the suit along with you.”


2 hours later…


Kinderheim looked at himself in the mirror. The armor the Turian had given looked good, though not as good as the trench coat. Septimus laughed again, “I see you are not happy, but your boss did ask you to change, didn’t she?”

Kinderheim looked at the Turian. The Turian realized what he had said and smiled again, “The Batarian works for us.” “Oh! Okay,” he said and looked back at the mirror. The armor would do. Roz wanted something that wasn’t a red trench coat and this was comfortable enough. “Do I have to pay for it?” asked the Turian.

“Not at all. That armor isn’t all that good. But it’s light and has red so I gave it you. But… If you want to pay back, you could do some work for us. You know, the kind of your work you did on Earth,” said the Turian and walked towards the large hangar. Kinderheim followed.
“So you too did a background check on me?”
The Turian spoke with one of the pilots and then with Kinderheim, “Didn’t need to. We know you were the one who bombed the Eclipse drug racket head quarters on Earth.” He was referring to the school. So the boss that guy meant was from the Eclipse…

“Sure,” Kinderheim said with a smile, “Anything that is fun shall be done.”


Present. Omega


“I’d much rather know I can eat tomorrow, new blood,” said Roz. Kinderheim sighed. He hated it when Roz talked about the future. Who cared about the future? The present is here, why not enjoy that instead of, you know, brooding about the future? If she wanted money for food, he could ask Septim-
Oh wait. Kinderheim realized the Turian couldn’t help him after what happened yesterday. Maybe Kinderheim should think of the future?

Slowly but surely the rest of his teammates joined him and Roz. First was Perspephone, or was it Persephone? Kinderheim didn’t know so he didn’t ask; or talked to her. She seemed happy all the time and Kinderheim wondered what was so fun. Probably sex… thought Kinderheim and turned his attention to the glass of Batarian ale Forvan had just given him. Free drinks courtesy of the Turian, Septimus, he guessed.

Just as he started to drink, Mayce arrived. He was half-robot, half-… No, he was more like 90 percent robot, a little human-ish. Kinderheim was fascinated by Mayce. Mayce was someone Kinderheim would love to torture. He was human-ish so he would feel pain, but he was also a robot, allowing Kinderheim to torture him without worrying too much. Perfecto, Kinderheim thought and smiled. But alas, Roz wouldn’t allow.

Chim the Krogan was next. Chim seemed a fun guy, but he was Krogan, which were the species Kinderheim hated a lot. They got to live thousands of years, and he only 70? Not fair! Kinderheim had whined many times. Another Krogan approached Chim, and they left.

Kinderheim sighed. After what had happened yesterday, his life was going to be less fun, it seemed. The Turian had taken pretty much all his money and everything else except his armor and his Phalanx. “I cannot allow you here at this moment. Need to look badass in front of the boss. Let things cool down and I’ll let you torture people for us again, say after one week?” the Turian had said at the time. He sighed and looked at Mayce. Let things get fun again… For his sake.

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Karin nodded a few times, sure to convey that he understood. “Be safe!” He called out, waving them off. As the three of them left the immediate area, he retreated back into the safety of the Jitterbug. He exhaled slowly as the doors sealed shut and sat against them for a while. After a short time he managed to push himself to his feet, his heartbeat finally settling down. Having Grace around helped take the edge off his panic, but there was no real substitute for feeling secure in a familiar location.

He wandered around the ship a bit, taking a mental stock of what they would need. He had no idea how many mercenaries they would hire. Two? Five? Fifteen? Were pirates enough cause for more people? Would they all be toting guns? Would they be specialists? Perhaps they were criminals themselves. He shook the thoughts from his mind, sighing heavily. He wouldn’t know until they got there. Norik and Nathan would pick good people. Grace was like he was, eager to make friends. He couldn’t tell bad people from good people unless they already had a gun to his face. At least neither of them was in charge of finding their protection. His thoughts turned to the strange Salarian that had greeted them. “I wonder if he was really trying to be helpful.” He turned down a hallway to check their guest accommodations. Piloting the craft meant he couldn’t walk around the ship and check to see if mirrors were covered and floors were scrubbed.

He set out a set of clean towels by the showers and checked their cleaning supplies. The crew would have to shower and clean their armor and clothes before he would be happy. Omega was crawling with filth; he wasn’t going to allow any of it to come with them. He spent the rest of his time inspecting ‘problem areas’ around the ship, making sure that their food stores weren’t low and other such necessary things.

==Afterlife==

I’m sure you would. You do so enjoy it. Have fun, Persephone. Try not to get yourself on anyone’s hit list while you’re out. Well, any more of them.” Roz absently waved off the female Human, turning her attention to her omnitool, which lit up on her left arm. She tapped the holographic display to pick up the video call. Her fourth Human member had finally chosen to call. She had begun to wonder where he had wandered off to, considering just he and Ranek—the other Turian on her ‘team’—were the only ones not currently in Afterlife.

"Been patrolling for three straight hours and all I've got on the forecast is 'Cloudy with a chance of Bugger All'. I'm on my way back now. Meet you at the usual place?"

That’s a shame. Come on by, I have your allowance.” Roz said simply, leaning with her back against the bar to cross one leg over the other, much to Forvan’s disdain. The Batarian bartender tried in vain to get her to leave, but Roz set down a few credits and got herself a drink, satisfying the disgruntled bartender for the time being. “Bothersome Batarian.” She huffed, allowing her omnitool to dim and fade from view. She left the drink untouched for the most part, taking a sip from it every now and again to keep Forvan off her back about it. She allowed Mayce to wander off on his own without acknowledging his departure. All of her underlings were grown-ups, they could take care of themselves. Who Mayce danced with was no concern of hers. So long as they took orders.

The female Turian surveyed the dance floor, contemplating the benefits of ‘getting her groove on’ and weighing them against the fact that she a) couldn’t dance and b) didn’t want to look like an idiot. She resigned herself to tapping her finger against the bar to the beat and humming to herself. It was a little gesture of whimsy on her part, but every little bit counted in these times. It seemed that the Turian had no time to take for herself. She spent all day and night looking for work and watching for breaks in the defenses of the big three on Omega. Even with Michael helping, it was still a stretch to even find simple tasks. Perhaps she shouldn’t have taken in the strange red-dressed male the other day. Finding work for six people was hard enough, seven was wandering close to impossible.

The setting changes from Omega to Mass Effect Universe

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1 year 6 months ago


Roxanne wasn’t happy; neither was Kinderheim. Since the drug deal between the Eclipse and the Slavers hadn’t gone well, things had been slow. Kinderheim was especially angry, because now the Slavers weren’t letting Kinderheim extort information for them. Roxanne was angry for another reason. She looked at Kinderheim and spoke with disdain, “You just had to kill them, didn’t you?”

Kinderheim looked at her and smiled. “Of course, darling,” he said and held her hands. “They took away my fun. I cannot allow that, you know that.”

Roxanne looked Kinderheim angrily and pulled her hand away, “Still! They were my friends. I’m one of the Slavers. I cannot just allow you to kill anyone you want.” Kinderheim laughed and spoke, “Come on now. They were of no importance. You know we can run this thing together.”

“No! We can’t. They were the source of your playthings. You didn’t think I found so many people for you by myself? I sorry but I have to do this,” she said and pulled out her pistol. Kinderheim didn’t say anything for a while. She was aiming at him but her hands were shaking and none of her fingers were on the trigger. Amateur, Kinderheim thought and pulled out his own pistol. Petrified, she spoke, “Please… don’t…”

“Two things. Always finger on trigger,” he said and pulled the trigger of his Phalanx; twice. She had bullet holes for eyes now. “And… Shoot first, Talk later.” The large man who usually accompanied Roxanne, Arquiez, was just standing there. “Don’t care,” he said before Kinderheim could ask. Kinderheim loved Arquiez’s attitude of not giving a fuck, which was quite like his own style.

“Well Arquiez, what now?” asked Kinderheim. “She has stashed a lot of money in her office,” said Arquiez and popped two more bullets in her. He hated her, Kinderheim thought and smiled. Fun times…


Present. Omega



Since approximately one billion people wanted to jump on Roz, Kinderheim walked away to the dance floor. He was wearing his combat armor, because Roz hated his red trench coat. No one stared at him now as most other people wore armor. “Hey there sexy,” said an Asari near him. Kinderheim turned around and smiled at her. “Looking for a good time?” asked Asari while dancing around him. He was a good dancer but he was a good dancer to jazz songs and this was more electro. “Babe, you sure wanna help me relax?”

The Asari leaned in close to him and said, “Whatever you want babe,” making Kinderheim laugh. “Let’s go to my place then,” said Kinderheim. I better tell Roz. Roz was surrounded by a drell and Mayce who had kidnapped a girl, a chirpy little girl at that. On the way when he reached the bar, he turned to Roz and said, “Hey Boss, I’m leaving. I’ll get you some credits later.” After I torture this Asari that is, thought Kinderheim and smiled at the Asari. She smiled back too. Fun times…

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“Arquiez, I hope you didn’t kill her. She was rich, and a junkie,” Kinderheim asked Arquiez as the latter walked up to Kinderheim. It had been nearly four months since Roxanne died and things were going smoothly, too smoothly if you asked Kinderheim. The boring monotony of teaching students, torturing clients and just raking in massive amounts to dough was starting to get to him.

“She's still alive, though I can’t say anything about her mental state,” he said a sat in the chair next Kinderheim. Ugh… Kinderheim was disgusted; having nonconsensual sex with wasted women just wasn’t his style. Arquiez continued, “and she gave me another forty five thousand credits,” and kept the credit chips in the safe. It was Arquiez's job to collect money and keep it safe. It was Kinderheim's job to keep the school running, keeping the clients talking and not caring what Arquiez did to wasted women.

Kinderheim was bad at teaching. He did not know much about anything except how to torture, how to have fun and how to shoot people in the eyes. Since Roxanne died, he had to teach biology to eleventh graders, which if Kinderheim had anything to say about wasn’t fun. Their attitudes irked Kinderheim to no end. Arrogant snotty kids who thought they were great and ‘cool’. Kinderheim occassionally thought about teaching them a lesson in pain but for the drug business to run smoothly, the school, that is the ‘front’, needed to stay open. Kinderheim sighed and looked at the safe Arquiez was closing.

Four and a half million credits. That’s how much money they had collected as profits from “not giving shit to Eclipse”. Roxanne had already saved a million before she had died. All that sweet money went into the safe, which Kinderheim and Arquiez would split after it reached ten million. A few more months, sighed Kinderheim. Not fun times…


Meanwhile. Across the school in a abandoned building



“This is Team Beta. Our targets are some-” the voice was interrupted by a more slurred one.
“Jeron we aren’t playing “badass marine”. Try to be seriou-” the voice was interrupted by a human’s voice.
“Says the guy who’s wasted,” the voice was laughing. The first voice and another voice joined in.
The slurred voice sighed, “Let’s be serious. We cannot be outdone by Team Al- Goddamnit! Jeron, why are we Team Beta again?”
The first voice began, “Well, we are the ones who have to stay behind. Also use my code word, Phoenix.”
The voice who hadn’t spoken yet added his two cents, “Watch out, we’re dealing with a badass over here,” and burst out laughing.

The ship’s door opened and five creatures walked out. They had landed their ship on top of the building a few hundred feet from the school. The Beta team had five members. Their leader, a Salarian by the name of Cortex, walked slowly and carefully so not to fall over. The Krogan went ahead and looked over the building’s edge. The school was smaller than the building they were on and more rundown. Jeron, the Quarian, walked over to the ledge and starting adjusting his sniper rifle on it. He looked through the scope and saw two men walking out of the building. “Two men. 12 O’ clock,” he said to the Krogan.

“There should be a woman named Roxanne in there somewhere. That’s who we came here for,” said the Krogan. “Actually, that’s what they came here for,” said the Salarian pointing towards the other ship landing near the building, “We’re here to back their asses.” The Krogan laughed and started walking towards the rooftop exit. The Salarian sat down near the Quarian and pressed his head and spoke, “Archer go with him and make sure he doesn’t kill anyone.” The taller of the two humans followed the Krogan out.

.........

“Hey you there human,” called the Krogan out. Arquiez and Kinderheim look back and see a Krogan and a human approaching them. Arquiez started talking, “Yes?”

“Do you know Roxanne?” asked the human. The Krogan was staring at Kinderheim's red trench coat. “No,” said Arquiez and started walking away. The Krogan ordered, “Don’t walk away, human.”

Arquiez didn’t stop and the Krogan unholstered his shotgun. The human looked at the Krogan, then at Arquiez and spoke, “Please stop. We don’t wish to kill you.” Kinderheim smiled. Thank You, God. Thank You for these idiots.

“Uh… sir, we have a problem,” said Jeron to Cortex. Cortex still was rubbing his forehead. He sighed and spoke, “I did send Archer didn’t I?”
“Isn't working, at all,” said Jeron. Cortex tried to stand up but his was screaming. He had outdone himself with the drugs. “Go and help them out, Simon,” said Cortex to other human. Simon just nodded and left. “Are you sure?” asked Jeron. “Nothing I can do now. Where is Alpha Team?,” said Cortex and sat back down. Jeron looked through his binoculars and spoke, “They’ll be there in a few minutes,” and turned his attention to his teammates.

Kinderheim removed his yellow sunglasses and smiled at the human, Archer. Kinderheim could smile and laugh, but wasn’t able to remove the seriousness in his voice when speaking. “I’m Kinderheim and that there is Johann,” he spoke stretching his hand out. Archer shook Kinderheim's and informed, “I’m Archer. This here is Faltus.” Kinderheim stretched his hand out towards the Krogan but the Krogan pointed the shotgun at Kinderheim and barked, “I don’t shake hands with filthy humans.”

“And I don’t shake hands with Krogans,” said Kinderheim and took his hand back. “Well, Sir. The school is closed for the week,” Kinderheim spoke to the human, “If you are looking for someone, I will suggest you come back next week. Please tell the same to your friends,” he said refering the group of Krogans approaching them. “Enjoy your stay,” he said left. The Krogan, Faltus, started for him but Archer stopped him.

Kinderheim walked fast and reached Arquiez. “Eclipse I presume,” he wondered loudly. “The worst of the lot. I don’t understand why they were sent. It’s not like this operation is of much importance to them,” Arquiez said.

“The money?” enquired Kinderheim. “Still in the safe,” said Arquiez as he called for a cab. “Oh my…” was all Kinderheim could say.

“The mission plan was simple. We find and retrieve the money, and you stay the fuck away,” shouted the leader of Alpha Team. Both teams had regrouped on the top of the roof top. The Salarian had regained a little composure. Faltus grunted, “I don’t care about your fucking plan. If you come in my way I’ll fucking kill all of you.” The leader of Alpha Team, a much younger Krogan, flinched. The Salarian spoke, “Well. She isn’t here. So I’ll suggest that Simon or Archer track her down and bring her to you.” “Whatever,” the leader of Alpha Team said and left with his team.

The Salarian looked Archer, “Well, what now?” Archer was smiling. “We need to check out those two humans first,” he said. “Anything special about them?” asked the Salarian readying a syringe. “One of them just started walking away from Faltus and the other didn’t even flinch when Faltus had his shotgun aimed at him, point blank. In short Faltus got burned,” Archer said and laughed. The Salarian smiled and looked at Faltus who looked at them with anger.

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Present. Omega.


Kinderheim didn’t bother for an answer and left with the Asari just as the Drell started talking to Roz. It was fun to have someone who willingly allowed Kinderheim to torture them. He had been saving the Iron Maiden and the Headcrusher for a long time. He thought for some time and decided against using them; cause setting them up took a lot of time. They left the bar and hurried towards the elevator.

“Hey darling, I need to go to the docking bay for a moment. I’m out of red sand,” said the Asari and pressed the button for the Docking Bays. Kinderheim just smiled and thought, Of course baby, this is your last day after all.

They entered the Docking Bay and moved towards a corner. They were facing a ship which for a second Kinderheim thought he had seen before. “Baby, do you need some too?” asked Asari. Isn’t she in a good mood… “No thanks, darling.”

Then a Krogan stepped out dragging a Volus across him. Kinderheim looked on as the Krogan shouted, “SHUT UP!!!!” Ooh… An execution. Nice. Kinderheim was too far to notice who the Krogan was. The Asari with him nudged his elbow, “I think we should leave.”

"Cortex has a message!" the Krogan shouted. "This Volus fucked with him! This is what we do to people who fuck with Cortex, who fuck with THANATOS!" The Krogan roared the name at the crowd before taking his shotgun and firing at the Volus from point blank range, the small alien body parts and organs flying out over the crowd, who all had their eyes open in shock.

The Asari escort too had her eyes wide open. Kinderheim was too happy to notice the body parts flying and the escort leaving. Who cared about the Asari when Cortex was alive? Cortex is alive! Kinderheim was ecstatic. The Salarian was a very fun guy, and Kinderheim had always thought that he had died in the blast so much time ago. Kinderheim started walking towards the Krogan but realized something...

Cortex wasn’t his friend. They were more arch nemesis than friends. After all Kinderheim had killed Simon in front of the Salarian in cold blood. He felt sad for Simon sometimes, mostly because Kinderheim never got to torture him. ya... not a good option. Luckily he wasn’t wearing his red trench coat at the time or he would have been in big trouble. He darkened his visor and left quietly.

Roz might know something about this Thanatos guy the kroga- Kinderheim just realized that the Krogan was Faltus. Good, thought Kinderheim, the Krogan is alive. Kinderheim was getting alive. He left the docking bays and headed back for the elevator.

He spoke, “I would like to go the Afterli- no wait. I’d like to go to the West end apartments,” he said. If Cortex was alive, he’d probably be in the Afterlife drugging himself silly. Kinderheim wasn’t going to the Afterlife any time soon. Actually he wanted to get off the planet as soon as possible now.

Even though he wanted to meet and use the Iron Maiden on Cortex, he didn’t want to do that here. Capturing him here would be a pain and the queen of Omega surely wouldn’t allow any such crap to happen here. Grr was he all he could think of.

Kinderheim typed a message to Forvan: Need Contact Details for Thanatos. Affiliated to a Salarian named Cortex.

Forvan replied: Busy. Will give details soon. Also Thanatos not man, organization.

He sighed, walked inside his house and smelled something bad. He had disposed of the last tenant’s body, so what was the bad smell? It turned out that the guys next door were making some alcohol. They promised to give him some. He sat down on the couch, turned the air filter of his suit on and waited for Forvan’s message.

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Day 4 on Omega


The Turian seemed very happy that Kinderheim had taken his offer. The Turian's mandible moved around in happiness. “Thank You,” he said happily. Kinderheim smiled and followed the Turian inside the building. As they walked around to reach where he had to go the other Blue Suns looked at him with disgust. Screw you too.

They reached and the Turian opened the door. Kinderheim noticed a few Krogans, a few Salarians and a few humans. He requested the Krogan, “I’m sorry. This requires patience and control which Krogans don’t have, at all.” The Krogans grunted and left. He turned towards the rest and spoke, “Let us begin.”


.........


After the Krogans left, Kinderheim began, “Good Morning, today I shall teach you the basics of the art of torture. You may notice that there are no living ‘clients’ here. I cannot allow you to waste human life until you have gotten the hang of it.” There was some murmur among his students which stopped when Kinderheim spoke, “You may think it’s all easy and shit but it isn’t. We need to break the person right between “He isn’t getting the truth out of me” and “I’ll just make something up so he’ll kill me.” There is a small sweet spot right there. Let us begin by making basic cuts on a body. There are more than enough bodies here for everyone so no fighting.”

2 hours later

“Well done Asus,” Kinderheim smiled at the human as he proudly showed Kinderheim the cuts he had made. He looked about and saw that there were quite a few students. The humans and Salarians had the patience and the nimble hands to do this job properly. This kind of stuff required more brain than brawn. “I see only human, Batarian, Asari and Salarian bodies here,” asked the smallest of the Salarians, Nuff.

“You see Nuff,” Kinderheim began, “I’m starting with the basics here. See Quarians have very low tolerance for these things so torturing them is very delicate work. Corner a Volus and they will tell you what you want. I could have had Drell and Turians, but their skins are quite tough and making incisions require a different style. Krogans cannot be tortured very effectively as they have a very high tolerance for torture. For them words and threats are more effective.”

“Okay guys. Enough for now,” said Kinderheim and starting walking away, “please don’t get yourselves killed.”


Present. Omega


How will I approach Cortex if see him? "What's up, man?" Naah, too in-your-face.
"Long time no see", Naah, too friendly.
"I'm going to kill you this time!" Naah, too boring.
"Excuse, do I know you?" Naah, too irritating.
This is difficult. I might meet my archnemesis after more than a year and I have nothing to say to him? What a pain...


Kinderheim realized he couldn’t just sit here and wait. He decided to go back to Afterlife. Even if cortex was there, he could do nothing to Kinderheim with Aria making sure people died outside the Afterlife. He started walking towards the elevators.
Five minutes later just as reached the Afterlife, he got a message from Forvan.

Wow so many people here. Hey you should come back to Afterlife. Your boss is discussing about a job with some people. Anyhow,

Thanatos Private Military Company

Founded: about a year ago.
Founder: Cortex.
Current members: A Drell, a Krogan, two humans, a quarian and the Salarian.
Operating radius: they are a small company so don’t expect any big jobs from them. Actually some of the people from Thanatos are former Eclipse members so I’m surprised how they survived on Omega for so long…
Ship: Sentinel. I think it’s the one they stole from Eclipse.

I’m kinda busy. If you need like more info on them, buy a drink from me.


Kinderheim sighed and messaged back: You forgot the contact details.
Instantly he got a reply: Haha Sorry. Just go to compose message and click search. You’ll get their contact details. I think it’s “TPMC”.

Kinderheim was quite amazed though. Forvan knew a lot of things, a lot. Being a bartender gave him access to a lot eavesdropping opportunities. You need information? For a price, Forvan is there to help you. Luckily since Forvan had better ties with the Blue Suns than any other organization, Kinderheim got his info for free. Well, free enough.

He messaged the Turian: I need my stuff. We probably going on a mission. Also, you didn’t tell Cortex of Thanatos was alive.

Kinderheim sat down on a couch just outside the primary exit. The Turian replied: They are at my friend’s place. I’ll send someone to get it. Afterlife? Also, I didn’t know you knew Cortex.

Kinderheim replied an affirmative and stepped inside the Afterlife.

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Cortex swaggered out of his meeting with the notorious Queen of Omega with a broad grin on his face. Very rarly did his mttings with her go so wll. He had come to tip her off about the science team, who Cortex had rcntly learned had started talking to a bunch of washed up mercs, led by th famous Scarlet Rose, Roz Atrillin, a female Turian he had researched at length. He had ended making an agreement to hire two new passenger shuttles from her, the Wanderer and the Utopia, and he had also "borrowed" some squads off her, four Asari Commando teams, three Drell snipers and two Krogan battlesquads. He had also negotiated free passage through the Terminus System. Cortex grinned to himself. He had done a good job. He might treat himself to an Asari "entertainer". He walked to the bar, until he saw him. The human who had changed Cortex's life, possibly for the better. But that didnt change Cortex's scar, which he had always claimed the Eclipse Krogan had caused. But it was actually Kinderheim's fault he had it. He walked up to Kinderheim, quickly saying to the human "I do not want to fight. We need to talk, and we need to talk now. We never spoke before, Kinderheim, and we should. Follow me, if you wish to talk. I have a proposition." The Scarred Salarian turned round and headed to his private room, honestly hoping the man who had changed his world forever would follow. Kinderheim was the only man he could call enemy. Time to change that, Cortex thought. Then he smiled. He loved diplomacy.

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Present. Omega


If I tell Roz about Cortex, she’ll probably ask me to forget about it. If I ask the Krogan, Chimish, he’ll tell me kill Cortex. If I ask Mayce, he’ll probably say the same thing. If I ask the other Turian, he’ll just shoo me away. What am I going to do? And if I meet Cortex what will I say? Hmmm… I’ll go with, ‘take out pistol, shoot Cortex.’

Kinderheim walked inside Afterlife with many thoughts scrambling his mind. He coughed once, and stopped for a few seconds. Calm down. He is my archnemesis and I must present myself properly. Like James Bond would… but Kinderheim was no James Bond. Also that movie franchise had ended more a century ago and a new ‘cool guy’ was on people’s minds. He was Commander… Kinderheim couldn’t remember his name.

He looked around and found no one that looked like Cortex. He was disappointed; this was always the time the bad guys showed up in the movies he used to watch as a child. Well, all that thinking was for no reason.

He walked around aimlessly for a few seconds before remembering what Forvan had said. Roz had probably found work; finally he would be on a mission with her. His 2 week long dream would finally come true.

As he walked towards Roz a Salarian approached. Normally, he would just ignore the Salarian but this guy was different. Finally after more than a year he stood before Cortex again. A feeling of happiness flooded him. Cortex was really alive. Kinderheim thanked the gods. The gods had smiled on him. He had really wanted to torture Cortex since that day and now might just get the chance.

"I do not want to fight. We need to talk, and we need to talk now. We never spoke before, Kinderheim, and we should. Follow me, if you wish to talk. I have a proposition," said Cortex before Kinderheim could say anything. Well... I was hoping you’d say something first. But this isn’t what I expected...

Cortex had a large number of scars on the left side of his face and a missing left horn. Cortex quickly turned and headed towards another part of Afterlife. What the hell. Why’d he turn his back on me?

Kinderheim decided following Cortex was the best course of action. As they walked Kinderheim realized they were going towards the place which had private rooms. Damnit, should have bought my torture kit along!

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Cortex poured two glasses of Turian Whisky, name Silverfin, handing one to Kinderheim before sitting down in one of the more comfier chairs in his private room. He gestured to the seat opposite, before taking a sip of the whisky. He studied Kinderheim. He looked slightly older, and there was no sign of his trademark red trenchcoat, his most distinguishing feature. The Salarian deliberately kept the man waiting, fist responding to Elizabeth's message on his Omni-tool.

"Errands going well, currently negotiating. I need you to track down one of the scientists, the renowned Dr Isamov. I have identified him as a weak link, and I want him to be an informer within their team. Offer him anything he wants, apart from your body. You are not a whore, your my heir. Good luck, you have 1 hour.

After he had typed the message, he looked up to talk to well armed human in his room, staring at him with a confused mix of hate and happiness. Cortex spoke to him, in a more friendly manner than he was used too.

"Kinderheim, you may have caused this with that explosion of yours"he gestured to the left side of his face."But, I have nothing but admiration for you. You are the ONLY person who has ever outsmarted me, and your skills of torture are renowned. So, I give you three options. First, you can turn around and leave now, though I may have to battle you later"Cortex didn't say kill, because he want sure he COULD kill him."Second, you may take a direct position with Thanatos PMC, and a Captainship in my company." Cortex paused, allowing the human time to think."Currently, your boss, Roz Atrillin is negotiating with a group of scientists I have to kill. I may have need of someone who's loyalty will change at the last minute. I may also need you to act as an informer. I will triple whatever you are payed, give you a permanent position withing my company, and give you one other thing you want. I do not mind. This is how much I respect you Kinderheim. Cortex leaned back in his chair, desperately hoping Kinderheim would choose option 3...

Faltus

Faltus stormed back into the ship, quickly throwing his shotgun into his room as he marched through the Sentinel's wide corridor's. He walked past Elizabeth, nodding at her as he made his way to Jeron, who he noticed was calling a turret obese, cursing its weight. The Krogan walked into the room, laughing. Jeron was without a doubt the most fun person on this ship. Him and Faltus had spent many evenings arm wrestling, drinking Ryncol wine and impressing the various Asari servants on the ship, who always managed to mysteriously lose all of their clothing. The Krogan wished that Jeron was a Krogan, but he was great for a laugh anyway. Jeron, Cortex and Archer were the only people the Butcher had ever named Krantt, he respected them that much. He glanced at the Quarian struggling to move the turret onto a table, the smalle Quarian Gizmo assisting. Faltus addressed the pair roaring with hysterical laughter.

"I came to say I left a mess on the side of the ship, and to ask if you wanted a drink, but it seems your occupied! Would it have anything to do with that smudge of Oil on your mask!?" The Krogan grinned before lifting the weapon and placing it on the side, turning to await Gizmo and Jeron's response....

(My computer produced two posts.......sorry!)

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Cortex poured two glasses of Turian Whisky, name Silverfin, handing one to Kinderheim before sitting down in one of the more comfier chairs in his private room. He gestured to the seat opposite, before taking a sip of the whisky. He studied Kinderheim. He looked slightly older, and there was no sign of his trademark red trenchcoat, his most distinguishing feature. The Salarian deliberately kept the man waiting, fist responding to Elizabeth's message on his Omni-tool.

"Errands going well, currently negotiating. I need you to track down one of the scientists, the renowned Dr Isamov. I have identified him as a weak link, and I want him to be an informer within their team. Offer him anything he wants, apart from your body. You are not a whore, your my heir. Good luck, you have 1 hour.

After he had typed the message, he looked up to talk to well armed human in his room, staring at him with a confused mix of hate and happiness. Cortex spoke to him, in a more friendly manner than he was used too.

"Kinderheim, you may have caused this with that explosion of yours"he gestured to the left side of his face."But, I have nothing but admiration for you. You are the ONLY person who has ever outsmarted me, and your skills of torture are renowned. So, I give you three options. First, you can turn around and leave now, though I may have to battle you later"Cortex didn't say kill, because he want sure he COULD kill him."Second, you may take a direct position with Thanatos PMC, and a Captainship in my company." Cortex paused, allowing the human time to think."Currently, your boss, Roz Atrillin is negotiating with a group of scientists I have to kill. I may have need of someone who's loyalty will change at the last minute. I may also need you to act as an informer. I will triple whatever you are payed, give you a permanent position withing my company, and give you one other thing you want. I do not mind. This is how much I respect you Kinderheim. Cortex leaned back in his chair, desperately hoping Kinderheim would choose option 3...

Faltus

Faltus stormed back into the ship, quickly throwing his shotgun into his room as he marched through the Sentinel's wide corridor's. He walked past Elizabeth, nodding at her as he made his way to Jeron, who he noticed was calling a turret obese, cursing its weight. The Krogan walked into the room, laughing. Jeron was without a doubt the most fun person on this ship. Him and Faltus had spent many evenings arm wrestling, drinking Ryncol wine and impressing the various Asari servants on the ship, who always managed to mysteriously lose all of their clothing. The Krogan wished that Jeron was a Krogan, but he was great for a laugh anyway. Jeron, Cortex and Archer were the only people the Butcher had ever named Krantt, he respected them that much. He glanced at the Quarian struggling to move the turret onto a table, the smalle Quarian Gizmo assisting. Faltus addressed the pair roaring with hysterical laughter.

"I came to say I left a mess on the side of the ship, and to ask if you wanted a drink, but it seems your occupied! Would it have anything to do with that smudge of Oil on your mask!?" The Krogan grinned before lifting the weapon and placing it on the side, turning to await Gizmo and Jeron's response....

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Kinderheim followed Cortex into his private room. Lucky bastard… As Kinderheim walked into the room, Cortex poured himself some alcohol. He then handed one to Kinderheim and sat down. Kinderheim looked at the alcohol in the glass. It was Turian whiskey. Trying to kill me, eh?

Before Kinderheim could say anything the Salarian took a sip from the glass. Turian drinks were harmful to the body though only in medium to large quantities. A sip from a glass wouldn’t harm anyone so Kinderheim too took a sip. It hurt quite a bit it though it soon stopped. He coughed and put the glass down.

While Cortex typed Kinderheim sat down in one of the chairs and looked around. It was a nice place and once Kinderheim used the Iron Maiden on Cortex, Kinderheim would use this place as one of hideouts. Maybe Kinderheim would kill the one who owns the adjacent place and expand this place? He would certain need more space for the guillotine he wanted to buy.

“Kinderheim, you may have caused this with that explosion of yours," Cortex started and gestured to the left side of his face, "but, I have nothing but admiration for you. You are the only person who has ever outsmarted me, and your skills of torture are renowned.” Kinderheim looked at Cortex’s left side. It was pretty badly damaged. Kinderheim remembered about the school incident some time back. He had thought Cortex had died in the blast.

Cortex continued, “So, I give you three options.” Kinderheim smiled. He had once given Simon three option. Fight Kinderheim, fight Arquiez or betray Cortex. Simon had chosen option one so in his name I shall choose option one...

Cortex spoke, “First, you can turn around and leave now, though I may have to battle you later.” ... or not Kinderheim didn’t like the first option at all, like not even a little bit. What a boring option it was, lacking fun and excitement. Did he call me here just to give me stupid options?

“Second, you may take a direct position with Thanatos PMC, and a Captainship in my company.” This was an okay option. Kinderheim would never go for it though. Joining an actual corporation wasn’t his style even if the corporation was small. He did join Roz's group but that was a more open group with less restrictions. A corporation would just hinder his life.

“Currently, your boss, Roz Atrillin is negotiating with a group of scientists I have to kill. I may have need of someone whose loyalty will change at the last minute. I may also need you to act as an informant. I will triple whatever you are paid, give you a permanent position within my company, and give you one other thing you want. I do not mind. This is how much I respect you Kinderheim,” Cortex spoke and leaned back in his chair. Kinderheim smiled and stood up. If you act all suave so will I...

Kinderheim removed his helmet, took out a cigarette, light it up and started smoking. He smoked a little, coughed once and then threw the cigarette on the ground crushing it under his feet. “Because of your friend Faltus’ little show a few minutes ago, I lost the chance to torture a female Asari. So I will need a female member from your group after all this is done. If you don’t have a female member you will capture Roz for me. In return I will kill the scientist for you when you want, no questions asked. I will even join your corporation if you want... OR you could just forget about this conversation and get on with life. You have until all this is over to decide.”

Kinderheim left without bothering for a reply. That was a suave as he could get. Instead of choosing, return the favour by asking him to make the choices. Perfect bond villain style.

He walked for some time and reached a bar where two krogans who he knew were standing. One of them handed Kinderheim a briefcase. “All your stuff is in the briefcase including that ugly ass coat of yours.”
The other Krogan spoke, “We kept the money as a token of appreciation,” and laughed.

Kinderheim smiled back at them. “Sure you did,” he said and walked away. His suitcase didn’t have much apart from his trench coat, his glasses and his red hat. He reached Roz and spoke, “Hello again, Roz. So we’re working for the Drell now?”

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We have a job. Pack for two weeks in the hottest desert planet you can think of. You’ve received a cash advance to provide for your gear. You have five hours to collect your gear and be in hangar 14 or I will leave your ass here for the Vorcha.
-Scarlet


Kinderheim was standing next to Roz when he received the message. She did seem happy with the money and the job. Kinderheim looked at how much he got. It was a few thousand credits lesser than he expected, but the sum was good enough especially since he was broke.

Help!


Kinderheim read the message from Septimus, his Turian friend from the Blue Suns. Kinderheim replied: Where?

Kinderheim looked at the reply as he drank a glass of ole rum: 13 Kinderheim didn’t need the whole address to know where Septimus was. He was in the infamous Sector 13, the absolutely worst place. It was an Eclipse ‘controlled’ space that had the occasional Vorcha uprising, a very brutal place to be asking for help in.

Kinderheim looked at Roz and said, “Roz, I don’t think I’ll make it. Send me the details and I’ll find a way to get to the planet. Thanks.” He left for Sector 13.




Kinderheim’s elevator opened to the sound of heavy gunfire across the room. The fighting was about a hundred feet away from him on his right. Kinderheim unholstered his Phalanx and stepped out. He send a message to Septimus: Where

Control tower : came the reply. Kinderheim looked to his left, away from the gunfire. The control tower was a two story building 20 feet away. The control tower did contain Septimus but it also contained another Turian and two dead Krogans. Kinderheim holstered his gun and walked slowly towards the building. The other Turian saw him but didn’t do anything.

“What are you doing here?” asked the Turian. The Turian was looking through his scope at the gunfight across the big room (previously a hangar). Septimus was bound in a corner with his hands behind his back, away from the other Turian's sights.

“Enjoying the scenery and getting my hands on a heavy duty Batarian medium armor for free,” said Kinderheim as he walked inside. “You?” he asked.

“Protecting this motherfucker’s ass,” he said with a massive dose of hatred in his voice. What did Septimus do now?

“But isn’t he Blue Sun?” asked Kinderheim as he looked at Septimus. Septimus was ignoring Kinderheim which made Kinderheim happy. Most fools would have pleaded for Kinderheim’s helping blowing his cover. So that how he become an important part of the Blue Suns machine… using his smartness.

“This motherfucker ain’t dying here. He will die after I kill his family,” spoke the Turian. Septimus screamed but the cloth in his mouth decreased the volume considerably. What a great actor…

“So what’s the situation?” asked Kinderheim while looking at his watch. Four hours left before Roz would leave his ass for the Vorcha. He might be able to reach the hangar after all.

“The Blue Suns came here for a exchange with the Eclipse. I captured this piece of shit. They are now fighting amongst each other. In a few minutes, the winner will turn against me,” said the Turian. Kinderheim looked through the window. There would be at least twenty coming this way. No way could the Turian handle so many on his own even with his sniper’s firing rate.

“Need help?” asked Kinderheim.
“I hope you know how to fire a gun properly,” mocked the Turian.
“Ouch! You hurt my feelings!” said Kinderheim sarcastically though since he always spoke in a serious tone he hoped the Turian didn’t think he was serious. He walked downstairs and just as he reached elevator the Turian shot once. The winners were coming to meet their death, Kinderheim…

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Kinderheim pulled his Phalanx out, put his hand above his cover, and fired four shots. Two enemies screamed in pain, others started shouting, and Ranek shot from his sniper, killing another guy.

Kinderheim knew he was lucky because they were quite a few enemies so chances of him hitting them blind was good. The trick was to keep the pistol parallel to the ground and to change the direction of firing slightly after each shot.

Two more shots from Ranek's rifle and the enemies started scrambling for the elevator but if they went towards it they opened themselves to Kinderheim. Within a few minutes the death toll reached eight. Suddenly someone shouted and Kinderheim heard something falling near him, something small...

The grenade destroyed most of the cargo he was using for cover and threw him 20 feet backwards. Ranek spoke on the radio: Still Alive?

Kinderheim wasn't heavily injured, thanks to his suit, but he was badly shaken up. His mind wasn't concentrating. People were shouting all around... or maybe it was just his mind reliving the screams of those he tortured?

Kinderheim coughed a few times. There was smoke all around him and he was coughing blood. Fucking lungs...

Kinderheim spoke on the radio: Unfortunately... Where are they?[\b]

Kinderheim tried to move but he was stuck. It took him nearly three minutes to get the container off him.
[b]Too much smoke... I'm taking him out of here while I have the chance. Meet me at my place,
came the reply. Just as he stood another explosion threw more debris at him and he fell to the ground.

He needed to get out here quickly before the fire reached the armoury. A few shots were fired and the firefight started again. So... the Eclipse weren't who he was fighting a few minutes ago.

It took him five minutes to reach the elevator. Something was on fire because the smoke was refusing go away...Their problem now...






Ranek's place


"You are not fit to be a Turian and you shall die today," said Ranek angrily and spat on Septimus' face. Septimus looked sad which surprised Kinderheim. Sad because a fellow Turian is going to die?

"I didn't do anything..." said Septimus and got a punch in the stomach for that. He was bound to his chair.

"What now?" asked Kinderheim. Only an hour remained before the Roz left and he didn't want to miss that.

"Finish this," said Septimus. "What?" said a surprised Ranek and looked back at Kinderheim. Kinderheim had a gun to his face. "What the fuck?!" Ranek shouted. But instead of killing Ranek, Kinderheim hit his face with the end of his gun, knocking him out.

"Thank you," said Septimus as Kinderheim. A few minutes later, Septimus and Kinderheim started walking towards Hangar 14, as two krogans went to get the unconscious Ranek.

"Plans?" asked Kinderheim as windowshopped. He didn't any money thanks to those Krogans... "Also, my money?"

"I was there you know," started Septimus, "We nearly killed him and took his wife for ourselves. We rap... she is still alive and on Palaven. We gonna send him there." He stopped at a store and said, "Go on ahead. I have work..."

Kinderheim reached Hangar 14 and saw the dead bodies being removed. He reached just in time...

"You forgot something," said a harsh voice. It was the Krogan who did errands for Septimus. He handed Kinderheim his bag, said, "I kept some ammo for your guns," and left. He stood before the Jitterbug and wondered if this was the ship...