Mass Effect: Book 1- Transgressions (Complete)

Whatever comfort level Felix was trying to set with Raziya to get her to trust him, it did not seem to be working. When he ordered for her, her eyes narrowed but she did not speak up against it; it likely meant she either was not going to complain and lose the free meal or perhaps he ordered something she would actually enjoy. It was only after he revealed that he was a Spectre that she not only visibly tensed but got obviously nervous over being in his presence. Her eyes darted back and forth towards those in the area nearby before returning her full focus onto the turian. On second thought...

“Assuming it's stupid to lie about the fact that you are a Spectre, how can I be certain?” While she was still hungry, she merely started at her food by picking at it. Instead, she was fascinated by watching the turian eat instead. “The food is fine.” And yet she answered before she had event taken a bite. “I think it's fair warning for you to know that humans have different tastes, not all are the same. While this sounds generic and good enough for you to order and to be correct most of the time, some humans actually refuse to even eat meat.” Raziya stabbed at a piece she had cut off slowly while she spoke and popped it in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully before clearing her mouth. “I'm not one of those.” Obviously, now.

Felix may have finished his food but Razi was not in a hurry like he was anymore. She was not intrigued, and in fact was trying to extend her time likely to plot out more of a thorough escape route in her head to get away from the Spectre. Or what job the Spectre wanted her to begin with that he could not handle on his own. Both thoughts made her nibble at her food as her appetite began to wane. “I have nothing to do with them,” she snapped angrily the second the word Cerberus left his mouth. “They've been active for quite awhile in their own way but it must be serious if a Spectre is not only involved but dragging in random civilians. I always assumed the Council's personal special ops force worked alone or among themselves?”

Greens. She was going to need to eat more greens... Raziya needed something to do with her hands, moving from poking at the meat to at least eating some of the green beans. While he spoke and had finished his meal, she still had barely touched it. Not that she was going to leave the plate full, but it was slow going for the moment. “How do you know you can even trust me, a human, instead of worrying I might be working with Cerberus?”

The Omni tool caught her attention as well but could not read the message itself. Instead, Razi took the opportunity of a distraction to eat more rapidly. It was easier to relax just a bit when the Spectre's attention was not entirely focused on her. At his exclamation, however, she swallowed her last bite hard and coughed roughly to dislodge a piece of the steak. When she looked up it was with her trademark glare this time, refusing to allow that charming smile to get through to her one bit. She was still on her guard. “Krogans? If you think I may be an expert at anything, I think you are sorely mistaken,” she said, although modestly. She was still quite good at a few things. “But krogans always have something new to teach me about surviving til the next day. I rather admire their fighting ethics.” In other words, rage and rampage everything. Razi liked that style... if she was built like a tank.

She studied the turian hard, not even cracking a smirk at his own joke or when he laughed. Her brows furrowed and she finally asked as she considered everything else that he had said, “Are you alright?” Perhaps the real question was: is this guy seriously a Spectre? With nearly half her plate gone, she set her utensils down finally before she would reply. “I need to know that my involvement will not affect anyone outside of myself,” she said, worrying desperately about her own mother even as she seriously considered the offer. “And when you say 'working for awhile,' do you mean this is likely a one-way suicidal trip to get involved by fighting til the end?” There was not much of a long pause, or perhaps much thought in her answer, when she continued, “If I can get a trial run with the choice to bail after learning more if it endangers... anyone other than me, then I'm in.”

The change was noticeable as well to Raziya and surprisingly she relaxed a fraction when he grew more serious. The fact that the turian in front of her was acting more as she would expect of him, made her believe in his words more. Not enough to make her forget that the man pointed her out immediately in the crowd that same morning after getting good credits the night before, especially knowing he was a Spectre. At last her face split out into a wry smirk. “I am not an officer here, Spectre, or even in any Alliance military. I don't fool myself with thinking anything other than what I am.” Criminal, thief, low-life.

The young woman's life may have been prosperous at one point, and she may have had excellent training in firearms for a very young age because of her family, but she still knew better than to think of herself as being any better than your average C-sec officer, especially since she found she could only find work among the criminals of the Citadel. It had a lot to do with her past drug abuse, her self esteem, and the fact that she felt she could protect her mother better with being on the bad side... It wasn't like C-sec was going to go after her mother to seek revenge against her for bringing down justice on their operation or their friends.

When she studied him the second time, after he mentioned something had been stolen, it was less with a mistrusting eye and more out of curiosity. This different side of him worked on her a lot better than the flippant turian that just was completely out of place. “So long as we both agree on that,” she answered in regards to calling her a random citizen. She wasn't going to bristle at it any more than when she said it herself, even if he put it that way. “I'm still wondering what acquaintance we might possibly have in common that would refer me-- I don't exactly hang around the best kind of crowds.”

Her food was long forgotten, pushed to the side so that she can avoid getting too relaxed and treat this more like the interview that he had finally established. She took all his answers into consideration, including his change of attitude, and seemed to come to a conclusion. Something in her face likely gave her away that she was intrigued to accept the moment he had established she was likely to only harm herself. “I know very well, with the way I live my life day by day. But I know I am not walking into any job that is suicide just for the benefit of someone else, without ever claiming a credit. As long as my share can still be claimed by another even if I were walking into a death trap...” She shrugged her shoulders, helpless at what else to say at that point.

Raziya had not made her move even when he stood up, and instead gazed in thought after the turian. The hesitation lasted but a brief moment; leaving her food behind, something she will likely regret later, she made her way after the man. Catching up, she announced her presence with a, “Alright. you have a deal, Spectre. But enough of that Ms. Arauxo crap. I haven't gone through any formal military training like you and am in no position to be given any formality in that way. Raziya or Razi is fine, whichever you prefer or is easier to remember.” She crossed her arms and now that she was standing she had to crane her neck a bit as she walked beside Felix to give him a look. “Anyway, it might be just a little bit easier to have a human when approaching a krogan. You turians and them have so much bad blood already, you'll need at least someone that does not immediately think they are unmanageable raging war-beasts.” While she did not drop her alertness, she at least appeared a fraction more relaxed with him instead of on the edge of her flight or fight instincts.

[b]BOOM![b]

Bane's head snapped up as the explosion lit up the wards, burning transit parts flying in all directions. She gripped her shotgun with tense fingers, slinking out of the alleys and towards the commotion. "What the HELL was that?!" Bane turned the corner and stopped in her tracks. "Cerberus!" A deep, dark growl rumbled in the Krogan's throat.

"Raziya?!"

She paused and glanced down at the person about a foot away. A Turian male. She snorted and turned back to the three agents now stepping from the transit, choosing to ignore him for the moment. She had better things to do than worry about an obvious Specter. She could smell it on him.
A loud monstrous roar bellowed from the red plated Krogan, pounding at top speed towards the surprised agents.

She slammed into the nearest one, his body slamming into the transit and his head literally cracking open like a melon. One down. The others were on her in seconds. Too late for them. Bane spun and blasted the second square in the chest with her shotgun, clothes-lining the third into her waiting grip.

Bane tightened her claws around the frail human's neck, curling her lips into a menacing grin. "Too slow." Her voice was deep and sinister, laced with the joy of a long awaited fight. She threw him bodily to the floor and clamped her massive, armored foot down on the man's head. A sickening crack echoed through the area as the female Krogan stomped down on the agent's knee caps. The human screamed in agony, "Don't want you trying to run, now do we?", she growled happily, watching the little thing squirm.

“Sorry you had to suffer through hiring me for the job,” Raziya said with a snort. “No worries, only true feelings from here on out, Spectre.” There was a purposeful pause and then she corrected herself by adding, “Felix.” The hesitation was more accidental after so long of just being paranoid, but it was still obvious as she jerked to a halt before entering the hover car. She had to shake herself out of it, but her cautious eyes seemed a little extra nervous as she jumped into the seat and buckled in.

The silence was rather awkward in the car and it was partially Raziya's fault. It was obvious that she wanted to say something, if only to try an ice breaker, but instead waits for him. “You would think with all our similarities, humans and turians would get along a bit better. But plenty are still all ruffled over that relay incident.” Not that it mattered to them. This human didn't seem ruffled at all by it. “I don't really like Batarians either, so no loss there.” She would have been quite a bit more relaxed at that point (as relaxed as she could get in a enclosed vehicle), if it weren't for her nervous looks behind them. “Already on it.” She had already been reaching into her jacket for her pistol before Felix warned her.

There were not as many car chases in her past as there must have been for Felix, regardless of her sarcasm, so Razi was definitely having trouble not being knocked back and forth a bit worse than she would be if she knew just how to grip her seat properly and twist around. She growled out a few curses as she tried to get a clear shot, only to be jerked in another direction as Felix maneuvered.“What do you think I'm trying to do!? If only you could drive right, I might already have been able to shoot the bastards!” Frustrated she shoots off at the cars, luckily shattering their own windows in return but causing little harm to the occupants.

It was only when they raked them from the side, that Raziya jerked the belts around her chest as best as could to swing her arm to Felix's side when she heard the glass shatter. The best shots would be now, with the window shattered, but with the turian firing and in the way at the same time she could only help him in drawing their enemy back. Successful, she followed her aim, shattered the back window now, and managed to hit their enemy shooter to give them relief from the firefight. She turns to Felix with a wide toothy grin, a complete change from her stoic paranoid face of before. “Hah! Did you see-- Shit!” And that was when she heard the engine die. She jammed her pistol in its holster to keep herself from losing it. Then her fingers fumbled and she just barely managed to get ejected as well, covering her head with arms.

She yelped at the rough landing, not coming off unscathed from the hard tumble. Far enough to avoid getting blasted by the explosion but close enough to feel the heat, Raziya kept her head down and covered by her arms until it was safe enough after the explosion. She rolled over to assess the damage: Her hearing was muffled and her left arm was bleeding enough to be an issue so she tended to that first by ripping the midriff of her shirt. Only then did she try to stand up, definitely unbalanced from it all and she wobbled to and fro for a moment. Overall it did not take long, but still enough time had passed to make her feel guilty that she had not immediately sought out the turian. Worrying about someone else out in the field... it was a first. “Felix!” she called, one hand to her ringing ears, the other reaching immediately for her pistol. When she finally took a step forward, she nearly pitched over instead.

“Dammit, Felix!” she shouted as she saw the other vehicle land from the other side, safe behind the agents. For a brief moment she wondered if his hearing was as bad as hers. For once she was worried for another person, and forced herself to fight through the vertigo to rush up the side to help him. Just in time to watch the krogan make her debut in her rage, rampaging through the humans. She stood dumbfounded before realizing it was the perfect distraction to limp/jog over to the turian's side. “All in one piece?” She asked, though she already knew he was well enough to stand by a quick once over. “Please tell me this is the krogan we're looking for. If not, can you just hire her instead? I like her.” Regardless, she had her pistol ready and her biotics were finally sparking around her fingertips from her hurt arm that hung down limply at her side. Just in case.

"Don't play coy with me, Specter." Bane's voice was low and harsh, turning her attention to the male Turian. Something about his tone didn't set well with her. It had been too long since Bane had a good fight and this one she particularly enjoyed. She snorted and glared down at the struggling and cursing human, smashing her foot into his head to shut him up.


Bane's lips curled as Felix strode up to her, her eyes narrowed. "What?...", she growled, curling her fingers into fists. Her plates rose and rattled, asking permission to have her kill. She considered pounding this male into the ground when something stopped her. His eyes. Bane leaned forwards into Felix's face, her silver gaze scrutinizing him. She saw no remorse, no mercy in those green orbs. And she liked that. The krogan gave a wide grin, stepping of the body beneath her foot. "Alright Felix. Don't disappoint me." She gave a warning growl and crossed her arms. She was curious to see just what kind of torture this Specter to inflict, she would judge him from there.

There was not any visible enjoyment when Raziya watched the krogan attack the agents, nor was there revulsion. It was simply survival, and Cerberus were trying to kill them anyway just moments before, so it was simply kill or be killed in her mind... just someone else was doing it for them. If it were not for Bane, they would have been shot dead, defenseless, as they bled on the ground and recouped.

When she finally arrived to Felix, she took the medi-gel gratefully and gave him a wry smirk as she removed her impromptu bandage and started to apply it immediately to stem the bleeding. “Thanks,” she mumbled at him as she concentrated on her task, mopping up the rest of the blood with the strip of cloth that was already soaked through. Medigel was something she had not left home with... all she had left after last night's assignment was simply her basic gear. She'll scold herself later over it, more important things now to deal with. And it wasn't like she expected to be dragged out into battle right after leaving her home.

“Barely,” Raziya answered the Spectre about his driving skills. She relaxed just enough that the blue biotics dissipated and she lowered her gun to the ground. “I think they could use a little bit of work. Maybe next time, could you keep our car from exploding?” She looked back at the wreckage, suddenly relieved to have found she had survived that crash. Somehow. “All the good my shooting did back there... We would still have been dead if not for her.” Looking back to Bane, Razi snorted in disbelief at their luck that it was one and the same. “At least that's some good news.” She did not thank Bane, leaving that to Felix. Maybe later, but right now the krogan looked like she needed this kind of fun and it was awkward for Raziya to thank her during the bloodshed.

Raziya took a step back to allow the turian to take the lead. Introductions, suicidal requests to take the krogan's hostage... She was not going to get involved with that. Instead, she looked to Bane and her response. Her hand tightened for a moment on the pistol still in her hand when it looked that Bane was going to fight her so-called partner. When Bane relented, Razi thought it was safe to say, “You forgot the part when you said we were going to talk this krogan, Bane, into coming with us. From what I've seen already, there will be plenty of Cerberus agents to beat to death in the future if you do,” she said the last directly to the krogan for the first time. Her grey eyes finally took in the much larger female alien, from her armor to her red plates. It was only then that she finally put her pistol back in its holster and crossed her arms.

The near death experience had definitely rattled the young woman, and she stood back to watch the turian do his job. She had learned long ago never to interfere, lest they lose valuable information or she gets that anger redirected at her. Still, she stood just close enough by the pair to available for any assistance if the agent escaped in any way, as well as within hearing distance.

Bane watched with critical eyes as Felix "interrogated" him, a permanent scowl etched in her face. All the information she need was in his words and actions. Every move, every word, every expression told a story. It was obvious that the turi-..Felix had a personal vendetta against Cerberus. Very personal. Her suspicions were confirmed as she heard him growl at the agent, asking 'where his family was'.

Bane's plates bristled and rose to their vibrant crimson. Cerberus had a definite death wish. Involved in taking her clan and apparently this Specter's. Idiots. Bane growled and grinned, enjoying the sight of the final blow. Quick and Clean. But was that...hesitation? She didn't expect that from this Turian, but that was obviously a personal matter. Something that was none of her business.

She was jarred from her private thoughts as Felix beckoned them to come, sitting in the only transit that hadn't been blasted into oblivion. Bane's eyes cast down to the floor. This decision was not hard at all, but the possible consequences made her pause. She wanted so badly to get off this rock and hunt. Hunt. Kill. She released a heavy breath and approached the transit, glaring in at the Turian. "If your little job involves crushing a few more heads, then i'm in. But-" Bane leaned into the door, her silver eyes staring into his,"You gotta Earn my respect, Turian.", she growled, sitting down in the back seat. She didn't ;ike the idea of working with a council Specter, but the alluring thought of getting off the Citadel and making some kills was far too good to pass up.

It had to be done. Raziya didn't take joy in watching torture but it had to be done. She was just guarding from her post nearby, making sure no other Cerberus agents decided to ambush them while they were distracted, as she had done many times before in the various jobs she took. Usually, they were just people asking if she could guard a dealer (drugs, illegal firearms, information) while they sold to their clients. She had been many things including a lookout for C-sec officers, distractions for officers or rival gangs, even bait. And then it got more serious... She helped in assassinations, but never actually did the murder. She actually did the delivering of classified objects or goods, very illegal, to large mercenary groups. It was dangerous but she never associated herself with only one group, and it helped save her life although it did not limit the threats from them. Eventually she would have to make a choice.

She pulled her thoughts out from the dark spiral of getting in deeper with these illegal activities. Her record was plenty tainted, regardless, even if she never did participate fully. And joining up with a Spectre was not likely to help. Razi's face was impassive as she finally focused on the ordeal, the human refusing to answer Felix's first questions, insulting the turians, yadda yadda... the usual expected from pro-human enthusiasts. But then he had to bring her into it and she bristled in returned and glared over at the Cerberus agent. “What a load of shit,” she growled out. The agent likely was too busy listening to Felix than to actually pay her any attention. Not that he'd be alive long to listen to her, anyway. She stepped closer to Bane, her anger growing at the scene instead of being passive about this questioning.

It was Felix snapping about his family that made her head jerk up in surprise. To have found out his personal reasoning behind this hunt... this anger. She clenched her jaw and tightened her fists at her side as they turned white in hatred. But it was all directed towards Cerberus. Raziya did not even flinch when the Spectre finally snapped and stabbed through the man, ending his life. She stared down at the blood, standing by the edge of it even as she half-listened to Felix and later Bane when she agreed to join the turian in his hunt.

“They'd sooner kill off their own kind without reason and pretend it was for the good of humanity, even if we've never found any of your other races around. It's a compliment to be paired up with a krogan and a turian than to be called equal to these disgusting creatures,” she mused more to herself, but loud enough to be heard. The short woman sneered down at the dead man before looking up to meet the turian's eyes with her own fierce expression. “And why would I not join?” Without looking down anymore, ignoring the dead without any respect, she made her way to the transit. “You promised credits and dammit, Spectre, I expect them. Getting rid of this brainwashing son of a-- well, it's just a bonus. The galaxy is better without that kind around, and so will my work.”

Not that she will be around to continue her line of work after all this... Raziya looked down at herself, silent for only a second more, before turning to Felix. “Family. I understand. There isn't much time for unfinished business.” Was that sympathy in her voice? It was about as far as 'I'm sorry this is happening to you' she was going to get, in her own way. It was gone as she cleared her throat immediately after and frowned; there was, however, just enough time for her unfinished business and she was going to lay it out on him before she stepped into that transit. “I want you to promise the credits can be sent to my mother, Theresa Arauxo, regardless of what happens to me. She has had no business with any of my dealings and I want to be sure she is safe and not connected to this. I want this set up immediately. You're a Spectre afterall.” Her mortality was suddenly in question, and to have died just moments before without any insurance that her mother would be safe. It scared her. “I didn't expect when I followed you this morning to be thrown into a fight immediately, so I'll need to make a stop to pick up her old armor and leave a message.” That was her list of things to do.

Raziya smirked at Bane when the krogan said the turian needed to earn her respect. Her... Razi liked. She began to understand Felix in the little time they had been together, but Bane was a mystery. Was she just bloodthirsty for war as all krogans were, was there something else? Raziya respected the mystery and anyone that kept to themselves. She tried her best to live that way and survive.

Just as she was going to join the krogan and sit down in the transit with the others, her eyes caught movement. It was all instinct, the way she reacted without hesitation. Her pistol was in her hand before she fully swung around. Her other arm jerked out defensively and a flare of biotics sent the dead body next to Harry skidding across the floor. Did she miss or was it on purpose? Who knows, but she still had her weapon as backup! “Don't move!” All Raziya caught from the corner of her eye was another heavily armed and armored human standing by the dead Cerberus agent, and even though she had no weapon in hand, Razi wasn't taking any chances.

"We won't get Anything, standin' here all damn day.", the Krogan growled, sitting sideways out of the Transit. Bane didn't even bother getting up for the whole ordeal, not even with pistols aimed. Only an idiot would try and kill a Krogan with small arms. Suicidal is more like it.

Bane gave a heavy sigh, sounding almost like a growl as she gave the group her usual silver eyed scowl. "Well?" Her voice was getting more harsh the longer they did nothing. Irritation pricking at the krogan's plates. "Lets get a move on, Love Birds. I'm getting bored as we speak."

Raziya hovered close. It wasn't like she could actually look over the turian's shoulder, as short as she was, but she could definitely keep a sharp eye on him until she felt certain that he kept his deal. With a sharp nod afterwards, trying not to look uncomfortable after revealing that bit of personal information, she sealed the deal. Mentally, that is. She appraised the krogan female as well, glad to have her on her side and would have said more about it if it were not for the sudden new arrival.

Biotics highlighted her body as she held her pistol steady and aimed directly at the center of Harry's chest. Staring down the barrel of the other woman's gun did not make her sweat at all; she was frozen, ready between shooting and throwing up a barrier if a hair so much as flicked on the blonde. The anger around her body was nearly tangible around her, keeping her aim steady even after Felix reassured her that the other woman was not the enemy. “Not so sure I believe you,” she growled back at the turian. It did not make her lower her weapon, not at all. Razi had just met the Spectre, and the krogan, and suddenly this third arrival. But so far, it was humans that had been trying to kill them and this woman did not look like a friendly right at the moment. Not with that look, with that gun steadily aimed back at her...

Grey eyes finally moved, just briefly, to give the turian a glance as he stepped back at them. She still kept the other woman within her peripheral sights. Whatever was going on between these two now... Did she want to get involved or step back and let them fight it out? The glow around her flickered out and her eyes snapped back as she followed Harry's movement of her gun. Lower... Safer... Razi was mirroring Harry's movements at a slower pace, more hesitantly, but it did not last long. Instinct immediately had her weapon trained back to the woman when she took a step forward angrily. Sure, she knew it was all aimed at Felix right now but that did not stop Raziya's distrust. Her brows furrowed at Harry, trying to understand where her anger was coming from. It wasn't like he was doing anything that was not part of his job.

At last her gun lowered, raising a brow at the growling turian. Alright, he's got to deal with this... She figured she no longer had to keep a gun on the woman at this point. She still felt uncomfortable as she moved to stand closer to Bane back at the transit. “I'm with Bane here, no reason to wait around here.” She gave the disaster area a quick look around. Burning hover car, signs of battle, dead bodies... “Keep the drama with your angry girlfriend outside of the battlefield, Spectre,” she quipped between a lull between the angry pair, giving the turian an unamused look. “Not the sort of mission to have personal feelings involved, whatever they are, and we're just standing around waiting for Cerberus to target us again.”

Family was one thing... Significant others on the same team? Nope, not the sort of drama that Raziya wanted around, and she looked at Harry as if she were crazy anyway. That girl had no reason to be angry... Suddenly her eyes were burning a hole at the turian's back when he told the other human woman that it was her mission to lead. “Didn't sign up to be led around by a human,” she spat out without thinking, glaring over at the other angered woman when she refused. “Good. From the looks of it, it would be suicide for the team.” Even though they were all strangers still, she didn't really like Harry from her first impression. She snorted at the sudden change in behavior but bit her tongue to keep from commenting as she scanned the area instead.

Bane gave a harsh grunt as Felix and the girl continued their little quarrel, eventually turning into a more sober toned conversation. The Krogan watched her new apparent team mates talk, glancing at Raziya for a few seconds to gauge any emotion. It was good five minutes and Bane mouth opened to protest when her silver eyes narrowed. a red dog glided over the female human's head.

"SNIPER!!"

Too late. Bane watched Felix catch Harry, shock written all over the turian's face. Bane didn't even need to hesitate as Felix shouted at them to get the sniper, vaulting out of the transit and barreling towards the new threat. A fresh rage flared from the Krogan's nostrils as she charged head first into a tower of stacked boxes, shattering the material like glass and hearing the loud thud and clatter of a body and rifle hitting the floor. The Cerberus agent got to his feet surprisingly quickly, turning to his new target and firing his pistol at the Krogan. A bullet skimmed Bane's face as she back-handed him to the side, knocking the idiot possibly into next week.

"Ya know...i REALLY hate Snipers."

Bane's gruff voice growled with anger as she stomped towards the human, taking her sweet time getting to him. She knew Raziya was right there with her, allowing her new team mate, to her, a generous offer of having the final blow.

"They're all nothing but cowards!"

Raziya was on her guard --well, she is always on her guard-- even after she entered the transit. However, at the moment that the others spotted the sniper she had actually been looking elsewhere and missed the telltale red pinpoint from the powerful weapon. At the exclamation her head jerked towards the other woman and the turian, gun back in hand almost as fast as it took her to turn. There was no use shouting a warning, but at the shot she instinctively ducked first and then fired a round of shots from her pistol even though the location of the sniper was uncertain. A string of curses escaped her, giving the krogan a headstart. She hesitated after Bane, giving Harry and Felix a glance; there was nothing there that she could help with, and she was ordered to go take care of the enemy.

Without another glance back at the bloody turian, she took off after Bane, following the direction of her destruction after the Cerberus sniper. She arrived just after the krogan had knocked him down, her pistol already at the man's head even as she looked at Bane to make sure her team mate wasn't harmed. “Insane, murderers, cowards! I have worse names for them; none of them deserve to live,” she growled down to the human who hadn't recovered from Bane. She also gave her new team mate a 'good work' head nod with a 'thanks for waiting for me' head tilt combined. Her pistol never wavered from the man's head as she approached, knuckles white by how hard she gripped it yet her finger kept off the trigger. “Should we question him first?”

Raziya was not a murderer, even if the man was dangerous to leave alive, so obviously she hesitated at the decision. Regardless of how helpless he was now, she still knew that the best thing to do was deal with it now before it came back to bite them, even if C-sec was on their way... And even after being slapped by what would probably be the equivalent of a brick wall, the man was coming to. They had to act now. The anger at seeing a potential teammate being shot fatally by a sniper seeped into her veins and made Raziya react. She kicked the fallen man. Again, and again. “You no good.” Kick. “Excuse.” Kick. “For a Human!” Kick. “Life would be better without backstabbing xenophobic hatemongering people like you!” She couldn't kill him, did not want to, and stepped back in a obvious way for the krogan to have at it.

Only when she stepped back, observing the full image, did she notice the odd stillness in the man. She leaned down to inspect him, only to jerk back in surprise. “Oh, he's dead.” Moving back to his side, she inspected his mouth and then finally stood back up. “Cyanide capsule. Shit. He must have had something to say, Bane. I screwed up there, didn't I?” She definitely had more to say, frowning at herself over the situation and her reaction. She checked over the dead Cerberus sniper, but there was nothing really to be found. She silently moved to pick up his discarded sniper, studying that as well. Enough time had been wasted and with a final glance at the dead man and then Bane, she made her way back towards the transit to at least stand guard until C-sec and medical arrived. Raz was not going to allow any other surprises, especially with a grieving turian distracted by keeping Harry alive.

With the arrival of the others, Raziya became unnerved by security. She tried to look inconspicuous with her pistol back in its halter, but the larger sniper rifle unable to be hidden so easily. A girl had to keep her accessories though. She was unable to deny a check up by a nurse, having seen her pretty beat up after their crash. Even with medigel, she had to be properly bandaged and cleaned some, as well as muttering a few phrases about the attack and the dead sniper. Eventually she shuffled away to be on her own. The sudden scuffle of turians caught her attention and she watched from where she stood in the shadows, near enough to catch the raised voices but far enough away to give them the privacy needed.

Only when the elder of the two looked like he had driven his point across does she move closer. A brow is raised at Felix's joke, giving a look between the two turians. “Mhmm, that's exactly what it looked like.” Sarcasm, of course. “Sniper's dead, I'm sorry. It was my fault,” she says guiltily, even if it really wasn't. She elaborates by adding, “Looks like somehow he bit into a cyanide capsule. I should have seen him slip it or stopped him from biting down on it; he must have had something to say.” She scanned the turian's armor, noticing the red blood but unable to say anything of it.

Instead, Leon got her attention and she turns to him. “I have no idea why you had given Felix my name, considering my... background.” It was hard to pretend she was completely innocent in front of the senior C-sec officer, and especially not a Spectre who probably could access a lot more about her eventually. “But I can make my own decisions, and I know perfectly well what I am getting into. I'd rarely back down from any agreement, and this isn't one of them.” This was actually directed at Felix more so, having heard some of what the argument had been about, when he blamed himself. “It's not your choice, unless you want to kick me off the team. Either way, I'm in.” I have a feeling I'm more of a target than I suspected after all this.” She turned to look to Bane for her own decision, though she would be surprised if the krogan backed down after knowing how exciting the road was ahead.

She made her way to the transit, though she eyed Leon warily. “I hope not all turians drive as bad as Felix does.” No, she wasn't ever going to forget that last drive. Perhaps the turian could have put a better face after the pep talk from his former boss, but she was far more into her own thoughts. She kept the sniper rifle with her, though she was not going to be able to take that with her into Chora's Den, most likely. Before getting into the transit, she gave Felix one last look over. “Are you alright?” she finally asks. After everything that had happened, she had to, because she figured the man was not alright at all and probably needed at least one person to know they were concerned for his well being.

Bane walked back just in time to see the end of the turian's scuffle, eying the the two with little more than a questioning glance. She only crossed her arms with what seemed like disinterest. Her eyes deceived her. Glancing at the disappearing emergency transit with what someone perceive see as...concern? That stern gaze turned back to the joking attitude of Felix, all emotion except for that some old irritated look.

"Chora's den huh?"

She gave a sigh that sounded more like a grunt and let her arms drop to her sides. After all that went down today, a free drink was too good to pass up. Plus, if she was gonna be on a team, might as well drink yourself silly to get prepared. Her silver eyes settled on Felix, nodding. "Alright...i'm in I guess. Can't possibly pass up a free drink and a nice big can of whoop ass now can I?"

Was that joke from the Krogan? Either way, Felix's enthusiasm was contagious. She was the last to get in the transit, turning to Raziya with a slight grin at her anxiousness towards the turian driving.

Wise words from the older turian... but they only made Raziya frown more deeply. “I've heard that talk before but I'd like to remain the pessimist that I am. I won't think too far into depth anymore as to why me of all people; it's the credits that mattered.” When it comes to the man's morbid personality she simply shrugged and looked back at the scene of their wreckage. “Can happen in any lifestyle, like with bad drivers.” No... no, she was never going to let Felix live it down. Every possibility will be taken. She also said it with complete seriousness.

She settled into the back seat and, being short, used up very little room so that the krogan can be her most comfortable. She settled the rifle on the floor, leaving it there and satisfied with her pistol-- after all, they were going to a bar and she would always rather carry weapons that were a lot less conspicuous. Listening to Leon, her eyes widened a moment as she was informed of Felix's pedigree having been unaware. “I see,” she said, interest piqued. She studied the back of the younger turian's head for a moment before turning to look at the window. It just was putting the puzzle pieces together of the man's behavior and current history. His personality, his kidnapped family, maybe his Spectre status? She was not going to question it; mentally shrugging the thoughts away, she just added, “Definitely runs in the blood then.”

Oh, Razi catches the grin that Bane gives her. She turns to the krogan and her usual stoic face actually changes into raised brows, wide eyes, pulling off a mocked scared look.. “Don't be laughing at me. I dare you to laugh when Felix is driving later. God help us all just living through that... Can I suggest an alternate means of transportation?” she asks the turians up front.

Raziya did look closely at Felix when he answered her, trying to catch any hidden meaning or pain. Was it true concern? Well, one should be concerned if the leader of their team was emotionally compromised, even if they were as safe as can be heading to Chora's Den with a Spectre and C-sec officer. It was a natural paranoia that she had that could not be sated even with a battlemaster krogan right next to her.

Entering the atmosphere of the bar, it usually would relax most people. Except Razi is not most people. She visibly tensed and her eyes began to dart around to take in the entire bar she could see. The people, the exits, any suspicious activity. It was just instinctual for her to place everything into her mind so that she can be alert for anything, even if she indulges in some alcohol. But it was doubly so now that she was entering with this group. She did catch a few eyes look her way, some familiar faces to her that she may have worked with. Standing with C-sec officers, it was likely not a smart thing to do. But she tried to look her most nonthreatening, trying to give visual clues without alerting her own new team that she was not there to rat anyone out.

That is the last thing her new team needs right now...

Settling into a seat, she still seemed on edge even after the drinks arrived. She looked more surprised to see them there, frowning at the rancol and taking the smoother drink instead. Raz isn't a stranger to alcohol and even though she may be small, she still had enough of a tolerance that she did not mind tossing it back in the same way that Felix did, gesturing for another as well afterwards. “You should not have offered or thought of who you were offering to, if you were worried about paying the tab,” she said to Leon.

She eyed Felix next... “I'm not as familiar with turian physiology and their limits with booze, but we need a leader with at least some brain left to him. Things can get ugly when you least expect it.” And she downs the second half of her next drink. Party pooper Raz... She only glanced at her rancol, hadn't bothered with it yet. It was not that she had never tried it before, it was just that she debated whether she wanted to get that messed up again. It wasn't like she was drinking with mercenaries, drug dealers, and other questionable crowds. This was C-sec and a Spectre, so it should be relatively safe to let go some, right? Well, she was already visibly a little less tense after the effects of the first two drinks got to her.

And then came the questions. She was interested in hearing Bane's story, especially as a female krogan, but she did not expect the ones her way. She shrugged helplessly, “I have a feeling you know more about me than I usually tell people.” Razi gave Leon a look at that, for sharing. “But if you must know, I was a space brat, lived in the Elysium colony for some time when it started up, here now...” She took a sip from her drink, looking at both turians over the rim before she lifted her free hand to run it through her dark locks of hair. “The men have it too, you know. I suppose you can say it is one of the ways to attract a mate, styling it in an appropriate and visually pleasing manner to your physique. Depends on the person you're attracting. Some like it short, some long. Can be wavy, straight, curly, up, down, to the side, shaved, colored, accessories added,...”

She could go on for a long time, but instead she grabbed just a few strands in her fingers as she ran them through again. Making sure the curious turians were watching, she yanks them out without even a wince and then holds it out to them. “Yeah, it'll grow back.” The questions did not offend her and in fact amused her and gave her a nostalgic feeling that was clearly shown on her face. She did not mind... She likely had the same sort of questions from her first encounter with aliens back on Elysium, back when a time her family was settling down and everything was new and exciting and good.

Bane sat calmly in the back seat for the entire drive, that same scowl never leaving her face. Even as they entered Chora's Den she kept silent, her harsh gaze sweeping over the crowd, causing some curious patrons to quickly glance away from her silver eyes. She never did feel comfortable is crowds. Even as she took the stool with her new team, her eyes never stopped scanning. Only when Felix asked them questions did she turn to look at him, snatching her large glass of rancol from the glaring Turian.

"Nothing much to talk about, Turian."

She took a gulp from her cup, taking another quick glance around. Two human males eyed them from the corner, obviously drunk from the way interacted with each other. She continued to watch them as they got from their seat and began to somewhat ungracefully saunter over to the group. They grinned at Razi from behind as they approached. Bane's plates vibrated as they got closer, turning a bright crimson in anger.

The cockiest of the two threw a sly grin at his buddy and reached out for Razi, his target of course something that was 'private property'. The Krogan was surprisingly quick, latching onto the male's arm with an iron grip. She yanked him back and lifted him to stare into her cold eyes. A deep growl rumbled in her throat,

"Leave."

It was brutish tone, etched with deep seriousness. A warning.

"Before you never leave at all."

She dropped him with a loud thud and sat back down, grinning at the sound of their foot steps 'quickly' retreating. She took two more gulps of rancol before turning back to the conversation with a somewhat amused look.

"I 'hate' those types of males...pissin' me off."

She grumbled, finishing her rancol and thudding the cup down for another.