As the small ship approached it's destination, the passengers inside spoke to one another. "So, why'd you decide to become a merc, Sammy?" asked the only human aboard as he adjusted his synthetic eye. "My names Samdon, and if you must know, after the Citadel was attacked, I was left jobless, so I really had no choice. How about you Max?" inquired the turian.
"Used to be a dock worker on Illium, used my biotics to move the heavy stuff. Then one day a bunch of Blood Pack just flood in the room, tearing stuff apart. Apparently, one of the crates was filled with red sand. Once they found what they were looking for, they started gunning down all witnesses. I decided to fight back. First, I made a little fort for the others so they wouldn't get hurt. Then, I just started throwing box after box at those damned vorcha." He pauses for a second, realizing he forgot an important detail.
"Did I forget to mention there was only one krogan? Anyway, I've managed to kill about all the vorcha when the krogan rushes me and just punched me in the gut. I dropped to my knees, and he points his gun at my head."
He pauses, remembering his faithful encounter, rubbing his stomach roughly around where he was assaulted. "Just as he's about to fire, I try to toss the gun out of his hand with my biotics, but I wasn't fast enough, and the bullet goes through my right eye at an angle, just barely missing my brain. It hurt like a bitch and I passed out. Thankfully, he thought I was dead." He said as he idly used his biotics to raise his pistol to his hand.
"When I came to, I was the only survivor. The cops were there by then, and when I sat up, eye hanging out of my head, they all nearly fainted, and one asari even threw up. If I wasn't in so much pain I would've laughed my ass off." He said, chuckling to himself.
"Five weeks, two surgeries, and one pink slip later, Some guy comes by my place in the middle of the night. He was apparently some kind of rep for the Blue Suns. After just a weak of just working with them, I could afford my new toy." He taps his eyepiece, grin on his face.
"Interesting, Blood Pack normally don't care for petty drug trade. Then again, these are troubling times, what with dead spectres hunting after a race of aliens most didn't realize existed. As for me, I used to be shop owner on Omega until some biotic batarian decided to go on a rampage, smashing everything in her path. I decided to just quit the biz and started freelancing, only got about seven years left anyway." said Aldiv, a salarian.
A silence fell over the three just before an impact rocked the ship. "The hell was that?!" shouted Max, his favorite pistol knocked loose of his grip.
"Hold on! We've got a Geth ship on us!" Samdon replied, readying his helmet incase he got spaced.
"Geth? Odd, they should've ignored us, we're just a small ship." Said Aldiv, eerily calm during this moment of crisis.
"Wait, I've got an idea! I'm going to override the autopilot and steer us towards that mass relay!" Max said, sitting in the pilots seat, pressing the buttons as fast as his fingers allowed him to.
"What?! You're gonna get us killed!" Samdon shouted.
"It's either this or we face the Geth head on, your choice!" Max said with a grin.
As the small ship approached the mass relay, the Geth cruiser fired once again, this time missing and hitting the relay, causing considerable damage. The normally blue energy it emitted turned to a sickly pale as it tossed the small ship up instead of forward.