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#FreedomFalls – August 28, 2015
Arenn'Zahir walked around what counted as the slums of Freedom Falls. It was hard finding any work and he was already on his second day of searching. It didn't help that most people around this spaceport were quite hostile to Quarians, who made up a very small minority of the populace. "Bosh'tet" He cursed to himself, tossing an empty tube of dextro-paste onto the ground. He planned to ration his food, but at this rate with no
Robert exited his apartment in the slums of Freedom Falls. He hadn't planned to live in such a poor part of the settlement, but it was all he could find on such short notice. He was hoping maybe he could find a place out by the fields; less walking and better suited to the style of life he desired. For now, he adjusted his wide-brimmed at, optimized more to shield
his face from others than to shield the sun from his face. He was off to the fields to work, as he'd arranged with a local farmer when he'd first arrived. But as he took the steps to the street below and began his trek to the farmland on the edge of the settlement, he spotted a familiar Quarian walking in the same direction, this time noticeably less drunk.
"You!" he said, startled at seeing the same person who had, the night before, thrown a drink in his face, "Have you come to apologize?"
Arenn'Zahir was rubbing the back of his head when he was spotted. He crossed his arms and continued walking at an excruciatingly slow pace. ~Just ignore this Det kazuat and his Quarian prejudice.~ He told himself, refusing to look Ayers in the eye.
Robert sprinted towards Arenn`Zahir, following him, "Hey, buddy! I'd like a word with you. You said something about ~admiring my work~ right when you threw a drink my face last night. So tell me: How do you know me?"
Arenn'Zahir sprinted towards an alley when he saw the human charging him. "I do not know what you are talking about! Leave me be you nar Tasi!"
Robert runs right up to Arenn`Zahir and grabs his shoulder, "You gawked at me like I was a freak, pretended to know me, then threw your dextro-amino-punch in my face. Let me tell you something, Quarian. If someone did know me, then they'd know who I used to work for. They might also know the requirements for joining. And once considering that, they might be
Arenn'Zahir clenched his fist, a blinding burst of green light coming off of his omni-tool as he scrambled back. "I will not be threatened by your kind! All of you intolerant pink pyjaks!" He spat, not literally of course because spitting on his own visor would be stupid.
Robert steps back and in a similar burst of red light, his own omni-tool forms around his left, cybernetic, arm. He lifts his arm, pointing it at Arenn`Zahir, "As if I'd be afraid of some hypochondriac in tight pants? I was hoping it'd be a longer wait before I tested this arm out in combat, but maybe the life of a simple farmer just isn't for me. Now, I give you
Arenn'Zahir reached into his bundle, that had all of his remaining scraps, food, and creds. He pulled out an M-3 predator with shaky hands, pointing it at the hostile human hasshole. "You will leave me alone you monster. To think I believed a brute like you improved the efficiency of any Mech. You probably outsourced it to a salarian!"
Robert looks quizzically at Arenn`Zahir and begins to let his guard down, "You...you knew about that? That's what all this was about?" He erupts with laughter and puts down his arm, turning off his omni-tool. "If I'd known that you were staring at me because you just wanted an autograph, I'd have given you one. Should've known that, what with Quarians and their
"Come on. I didn't mean what I said back there. About being a machine man or a hypochondriac. Let's go back to the bar, have a drink. On me. Surely you want something better than that paste you've been eating." He points at the dextro-paste tube on the ground.
Arenn'Zahir stood up, backing away from the crazy indecisive madman. "I think I'd rather go look for employment."
"Okay then, go. But if you're looking for a job, look for me sometime in the Miner's Respite- You know, where you splashed a drink in my face. I have an in with a farmer on the outlying farms. I saved his girl during a mission one time along with the hostage we were hired to rescue. Who knows, maybe you and I could be coworkers." He tips his hat and