Naya knew what he was looking at. She tried to hold his gaze, but failed, glancing away with an evasive flutter of her eyelids. Her cheek patches felt as if they were on fire and the edges of her half-flared frill were rigid. âIâm..Iâm okay,â she replied unconvincingly, voice distorted by a lingering husky trill. âThe crest never did heal very well after our hard landing on Arvuna. I needed, ah, another procedure.â Â
Technically true.Â
The split tip of her violet tongue ran across her lower lip. She could still taste himâŚand his arousal. His flavor was as distinctive and colorful as his hide. She leaned against him, the warmth of her cheeks traveling down her neck and spreading across her chest.
Why donât you just tell him the whole story already?
âStill on some medsâŚa decreasing dosage to wean me off.  Itâs been a little rough.â She gave a shaky sigh, fighting back the urge to submit to encroaching memory.
The live band concluded their set and announced that theyâd be taking a short intermission. The stage lights faded and the house lights returned, illuminating the way to the bar and the restrooms. The hooded figure was aware that it was now visible, but its features remained hidden. It took a sip from a glass of water and continued to watch. It was calm, relaxed, biding its time⌠but when Naya lifted a hand and removed the flyer from Feronâs pocket for another look, it leaned forward in its seat. Â
It sat back a moment later but, for that brief time, its pulsing omnitool light outlined the distinctive jawline of a male drell.
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 âYouâre not the only one who feels like a kid again.â Naya followed Feronâs line of sight from one intimate interaction to the next... but avoided a glance in Kanderâs direction. By the time she spotted the huge krogan sprawled in a roped-off private booth âan asari dancer writhing on each of his armored thighs to the surging musicâher head was spinning. She looked away from the crowd and placed a UV-dappled hand on Feronâs chest to steady herself.
The pills are wearing off already? GodsdamnitâŚ
Her hand dropped to his waist.
Itâs too soon for another dose⌠just concentrate. Itâll pass.
The music number swelled to a rich crescendo of harmonizing technic chorus before it swept back down into a mellow organic beat.  Naya slid in front of  Feron, facing him, both hands at now at his hips.  â Blending in, right?  Intel never was my strong point.â  She examined his glowing âconstellationâ of freckles, smiling though the headache threatened to bring tears to her eyes. âBut I see that subterfuge seems to have its perks.â Naya tilted her head and leaned in for a kiss, one hand lifting to caress his cheek, fingertips gently teasing the soft edges of his frill pleats.
Insert joke here about going âUnder Coversâ later. Â
As the drell embraced, a tall hooded figureâfeatures obscured and blurred by the light-show--slipped into the room from the direction of the bar and settled in a corner booth. Instead of facing the stage it positioned itself at an angle, flashing lights at its back, content to study the crowd. Â
Nayaâs neck was craned as Feron leaned close, her frill-line fluttering gently in time as she hummed along with the music. She was fixated on a dusty sculpture mounted above the view-screen.  It depicted the snarling head of a multi-eyed feline creature, crafted from broken vintage alien instruments and spent ammunition. Archaic bullets formed its teeth and rows of multi-colored lights lined its jaws. Under the artificial glow, Nayaâs subtle markingsâwhich normally blended togetherâstood out with a UV effect. The dappling on her face contorted as she grinned before glancing back at the posters. âGood idea.âÂ
She let an arm slip under his overcoat and around his waist as she leaned against himâŚThey were just two tourists checking out upcoming shows. Nothing suspicious about us⌠Naya raised her free handâalso dappled by the colored lights--to one of the paper rally flyers, picking delicately at a loose corner. The paper peeled easily, cheap glue flaking off beneath her fingernails.  She tugged a bit more until the flyer came off in her hand, revealing the torn remnants of concerts and rallies past still plastered to the wall. She gave a little chuckle and rapped her knuckles against the scale-patterned corner of a yellowing poster. âEven an old Arid Caravan tour posterâŚthis would be worth good money if it were complete and in better condition.â
Something else caught her attention and she squinted at the flyer in her hand. Â âFeron, look...â The same light that illuminated Nayaâs markings also revealed something scribbled in glue on the rear of the flyer, but much lighter and harder to make out.. Unable to make sense of the jumbled code (other than it seemed to be written in a hybridization of several alien alphabets), she handed it to Feron.
Naya nodded, fighting to not appear as distracted as she feltâŚShe was already replaying the recent intimate moment in her mind, having been reluctant to let it end so soon.
Get luckyâŚno, get back to work.
A low trill buzzed in the back of her throat and harmonized with the alien instrumental music that crept up the rusty basement stairs. Naya had seen many of these venues in her time yet she had never tired of them. She raised a hand and placed it against the poster-plastered metal door.
âLittle nightclubs, theyâre all unique.â Naya commented, her voice still raspy, loaded with mixed emotions. âItâs like stepping inside a creature with a life of its own, each with a unique personality, history, atmosphere.â  The ventilation system carried a renewed âbreathâ of unfiltered air and synth music up the stairs. ââŚand flavor.â The tip of her v-notched tongue, similar in violet hue to her emotion-flushed frill, snuck out and ran across her lips. Â
Donât get too far off track.
Naya tipped her head back, eyes fixed on Feron, and let her tongue rest against the roof of her mouth as the taste-scent dispersed across her pallet. It took a second before the overwhelming odor of Omega proper was eliminated. The smell of the poster glueâanimal and chemicalâmixed with paper and traditional ink came first followed closely with the muddy scent of dozens of different smokeables and the aliens who favored them. Â Not entirely pleasant, but it was delicious in its complexity and, over it all, was Feron.
So self-indulgent, Hranaya.
She let his scent and flavor linger for a few moments before continuing her study of the poster collection. Â Her hand swept from side-to-side as if she was scanning the dates of upcoming shows, but her omni-tool flickered regularly in semi-stealth mode, capturing snapshots for Naya to study later in detail and compare to the suspicious propaganda leaflet. Satisfied that she had covered the readily-available flyers, she gestured down the stairs with a grin at the other drell.
The affection had been a welcome, pleasant surprise. She had lifted a hand and placed it against his cheek, the tips of her fingers brushing his frill-ridge. The kiss was ginger-sweet at first, then tasted of himâŚjust himâŚwithout the lingering hint of alcohol that so often accompanied moments like these. Warmth blossomed in her chest, radiating upwards to her frill and cheeks.
Naya gave a pleased sigh and leaned her forehead against his, her honey-gold irises glittering in pools of night. âIâve been wanting you to do that, tooâŚâ She placed the drink aside, setting it atop a broken vid-screen console, and embraced him. âJustâŚplease stop saying things like âbetter than I deserveâ,â she whispered. Her voice was tinged with a low husky trill that kept going even as she kissed him again.
For a few brief moments, Omega melted away.
The sound of rapid footfall departing, debris crunching beneath worn soles, triumphant giggling of children. Naya blinked and peered over Feronâs shoulder. A trio of street kids was absconding with the ginger ale flask. The smallest of the children, barely in rags and an old hooded coat, clutched the precious sweet treat against their chest. Â The figure glanced back for a moment-- hood falling open to reveal the blue-scaled face, wide black eyes of a little drell boyâbefore all three of them disappeared down a side-alley. The streetâs ventilation system kicked on, sending a handful of protest flyers fluttering after them.
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âI wonder ifâŚâ  Naya craned her neck, scanning the vendors and shops. âOh, there we go! Hold on a second.â
Naya gave Feronâs arm a gentle tug then slipped away through the crowd, angling towards a small storefront.Â
It was a roughshod affair of shelves built from scrap metal in front of the rusted-out hull of an ancient transit shuttle. The shelves were filled with junk food, dried fruit, and bottled beverages, all of it locked behind wire mesh to discourage opportunistic street kids. The owner, an overweight batarian who squatted on an overturned ammo crate beside the entryway to the shuttle, squinted and grinned when he caught sight of drell. He stood slowly, laboriously, hands on his knees. His lower left eye was crusted over with a fatty tumor and half his needle-sharp teeth were broken, but his smile was genuine enough.
âYes madam, yes, greetings,â he burbled, jowls wiggling. âCan I help you find anything?â Â
Naya folded her hands behind her back, leaning over the case of beverages as she scanned the bottles. Â âAnything with ginger? Or yuulroot? Â Fizzy preferably but not fermented.â She reached down and tapped on the mesh with the middle fingers of her right hand. âAh, top shelf here. The yellow flask.â
âGinger-Ale itâs called, yes,â the batarian fished an archaic-looking key ring out of his coat pocket then bent to unlock the case. âYou have good taste in human sugar-water.â Naya picked up the bottle, studied it carefully. Â The shopkeep spoke up again: Â âI promise it is still sealed and in-date, madam. Iâm always careful with alien wares.â Â Â
âHrm, yeah, good enough.â Â She activated her omnitool with the flick of a wrist, waved it over the storeâs rickety pay station. The batarian grunted a âthank youâ and shuffled back to his seat. Naya turned to Feron as she unscrewed the top of the flask. She gave it a sniff, then a sip, and smiled up at him.
âCâmon, take a drink. Itâll help your stomach⌠and you could probably use the electrolytes.â
The combination of smoky-sweet lingered in her nostrils and triggered fond memories⌠pit-roasts and seafood boils of long past. âGods, FeronâŚâ Naya muttered, her mouth watering. âI think youâve brought me to the best-smelling block on this sad old hulk of a station.â Her eyelids continued to flutter reflexively in response to both the incongruous lighting and her encroaching past. Â
Without realizing it she began to vocalize the recollection.
âA dirt-poor fishing village on Kahje. We all shared the bounty when someone hauled in a large catch (the ruby-spined bass were beautiful and delicious)âŚthere would be celebration, giving-of-thanks to the seaâŚall of that.â
She huffed. âYes, letâs give thanks to the seaâŚeven though it was our own people who bled, and sometimes died, in order to bring in the rare harvest. The hanar were strict about how much wild-caught animal protein we consumed yet no amount of futuristic jellyfish technology could completely eliminate attrition in theââ
Nayaâs omni-tool buzzed softly.
Muttering an apology, she silenced the alarm and scanned the message. âJust an automated notification from Arkosâs firmâŚtheyâre reviewing the flyer as well as information gleaned from other teams.  No updates regarding the venue. Weâre supposed to stay alert and keep reporting in any new leads or developments...standard shit.â  Â
ââThe Kessel Runners?ââ, Naya chuckled. âGreat name, but noâŚthose are new to me.â She filed the names away. âIâll definitely have to check them out later.â She leaned her head on his shoulder, breathed in his familiar scent, and looped an arm around his. âYouâre still fun,â she mumbled into his collar. âWasnât very long ago we had quite a bit of fun.â
âŚand then an awful lot of misery.
âHrmm. Our vacation will be a blast. Weâll see if Arid Caravan is playing any festivals soon.â Â Her eyelids fluttered. âHave you heard of them? All-drell group. Originally formed to preserve ancient songs and instrumentals from Rakhana, but theyâve since branched off into covering alien music.â She whistled a few bars, soft, fluting and ethereal.
âIâm particularly fond of their take on asari strings and 20th-human-century âpopâ setsâŚthough their batarian thrash metal is pretty impressive.â Naya hadnât seemed this enthusiastic about something since she had first shown Feron all the modifications she had made to her pistol.
She had laughed as they left, waving to Evrik when he called out after them. They exited the alleywat, her laugh trailing off into an affectionate trill at Feron. Naya was still smiling, recalling a fond night of take-out and terrible alien horror movies. Feron had been intoxicated that evening, but not so far gone as to make himself ill from liquor or flashbacks. She didnât blame him then for over-indulging, not after what heâd been through, and didnât blame him now.
Itâs a rough patch. Rougher than most, grantedâŚbut he can beat this.
âLetâs start with that Volus, then.â Naya penned a quick status report to Arkos on her omni-tool before joining Feron at the railing, leaning lightly against him and placing one hand over his. Â As she absorbed the view she could feel the lingering tremors in his blue fingers. Â âUnderground music, eh? Â Are you a fan at all of obscure alien rock?â Her frill darkened slightly as another, much older, fond memory hovered at the edges of her vision. Â
âIâm on the clock, remember?â Naya winked at Feron with the flicker of an inner-eyelid. She squeezed his hand and slid out of the booth to stand beside him. ââŚas are you.â She smiled, but  held the other drellâs gaze for a moment before turning to face Evrik, nudging Feron aside in order to hug the turian.
âThank you.â Her voice was muffled against his collar. âIâm sorry this visit was so short, but I will pass along the information and I promise to check in once things have cooled down.â She was reluctant to pull herself away, raised a hand to cup Evrikâs bony cheek in her palm. âKeep an eye out, as Iâm sure you will. Let me know if you hear or see anything else out of the ordinary.â Â
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âIâŚI donât know, Evrik.â She sighed, eyes closing, her quavering voice just barely audible over the club music.  Naya was helpless in the face of the turianâs desperation and it made her feel ill.  She listened attentively, filed everything away, but still she didnât have an answer for himâŚat least not the answer he wanted to hear. She was just as guilty as Feron where lack of communication was concerned, and of less-than-idea coping mechanisms. Â
âŚOnly you had pills and a scalpel instead of a bottle.
Her headache was thumping in time with the bass, each beat more pointed than the last. Her fingers slowly uncurled, stretched. The drell shifted in her seat and fiddled with an ammo pouch on her belt. Â A trio of candy-red pills appeared in her palm. Â
She popped them in her mouth, rolled them under her tongue. Â The tablets dissolved almost immediately and Naya took a drink of water to wash down the bitter aftertaste.
Pathetic lizard.
Her headache faded, the self-deprecating inner monologue ceased, and her confidence returned. Naya straightened and nodded to the turian.
âYes, sir. Â Iâll do my best.â
She smiled at Feron when he returned, patted the seat beside her. âGood. Now sit your ass down and drink your water.â
 Nayaâs reassuring thrum turned to a frustrated hiss.
Was it a godsdamned torture-chair scene again? Oh give me five minutes in the room with whoever did that to him--Iâd only need one.
âThank you, Evrik. Fully-immersive, repeating traumatic memories can be fatal to our kind. This pattern usually only manifests in the very old or the very ill.â Naya grumbled at her throbbing head and pinched the bridge of her nose. âNot what you wanted to hear, Iâm sure. But I lost myâŚâ She sighed and rubbed her wounded crest, the itching had turned to a strange tingling.  âIâve lost a loved one from itâthey were driven mad by the end, unable to tell memory from reality.â
Her hands curled into tight green-scaled fists.
âI canât lose Feron that wayâŚI wonât let it happen.â
As Feron was trapped in the recollection, Naya began to feel queasy. She recognized that look on his faceâŚany drell would. This wasnât just any passing memory-- this one had claws. She gasped aloud, dropped the flyer, and sat bolt-upright when he snapped back to the present. Had it not been welded to the floor, she would have flung the table aside to go to him. Depending on the individual drell, escaping a particularly traumatic flashback could have violent physical side effects.
A cold tingling sensation settled in the back of her throat and she swallowed hard.
That⌠was a bad one.
âYou went deep that time,â Naya said quietly, ignoring his question for the moment. Her voice took on a low-pitched sympathetic thrumâŚit was a habit she had picked up from her grandmother, who always used the same reassuring trill after Naya had experienced a waking nightmare as a child. Â
Drinks were pushed aside and Naya shifted closer to Feron, putting one arm along the back of his seat while her other hand reached for his. Green fingers enveloped blue.
âIâm alive. âBeen in a holding pattern.â She finally answered, still watching him carefully. Â As the color returned to his frill, she lifted her hand, letting the back of her fingers brush gently across his cheek. âTrying to distract myself with work, but I need a proper hobby. Or a proper vacation.â
 Naya studied the flyer with interest. âPossibly. They may see these candidates as just another threat.â She sat forward again and traced the glyph with a fingertip. âIâm afraid youâre right, Evrik. I can think of several organizations on Omega who wouldnât want things to change for the betterment of civilians if it would affect business.â Naya looked up at Feron. âIf these protesters are a legitimate group, someone else could be using them to do the dirty work.â
She sighed heavily and took a second sip of her drink. It went down easier this time, but her damaged crest had begun to itch and tingle, sure sign that a headache was imminent. Â
Naya nodded but, below pinched brow ridges, her eyes followed Feron.  âAhâŚGood idea.â It may have just been her imagination, but the turquoise booze had adopted a sour aftertaste.
Slow down, handsome. We just got here.Â
She looked away, trailed Evrik to a booth. The once-decadent cushions, now threadbare, still proved comfortable. Most importantly, the alcove gave them a sense of privacy. Naya took a seat, nudging her drink aside, and leaned forward as Evrik settled across from her. She reached out and grasped at his clawed hand to give it a fond squeeze. âThanks for having us.â The drell sighed, gazing up at the ceiling as she collected her thoughts.
âI was here on business but itâs quickly becoming personal. We have reason to believe that you and the Ivy are in danger.â Naya released his claw and sat back against the worn upholstery. âNot just you, but potentially this entire district.â Her brows creased again. âHave you noticed any unusual activity lately? Suspicious patrons orâŚpackages?â She paused and allowed herself a small chuckle. âRelatively speaking.â
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âEvrik! So nice to see you.â Nayaâs greeting trailed off with a happy lilting trill. Â Her emerald and violet cheek pressed firmly against his collar ridge as she returned the hug. âItâs been far too long.â Turian hugs werenât the most comfortable of affairs, but the sentiment was more than welcome. Â Nayaâs overall time spent here had been brief yet Evrik featured prominently among the precious few positive memories she had of Omega Station. Â
The Ivy was truly a diamond in the rough.
Good guy. Genuine. Takes care of his people.
She allowed an arm to loop around the turianâs slender waist while she leaned over, picking up the other drink. Â Naya gave the turquoise liquid a sniff and immediately felt the pleats of her frill ripple at burning reply. âSSsss, hello.â She inhaled through her teeth, the scent washing across her tongue. âWhatâs this, guys? ...besides âvery strong.ââ Â Naya looked up, expecting a clever reply from Feron, but the other drell was preoccupied with customizing his drink behind the bar.
Hrm.
âSomeone needs to keep an eye on himâŚIâve been slacking.â Naya cleared her throat, stepped forward and raised her glass in a toast. âHereâs to the Little Varren who Could.â She took a restrained sip. âItâsâtchâgood to be back.â
I already know Iâm going to regret thisâŚbut damned if it isnât tasty.
Naya listened quietly as her friend let off steam, her expression growing more clouded with concern the further they walked.  Her black-and-gold eyes followed his gesticulating hands. She wanted to capture his frantic blue fingers and pull them close⌠as if mere contact could make his problems go away.
Is he in trouble again? Did something happen between him and that Asari?
Or are his more violent memories taking up a permanent residence?
Thanks to last yearâs unwelcome alien intervention, Naya was quite familiar with some of Feronâs past traumaâŚjust as he was now familiar with hers.  In her mind she glimpsed a blood-smeared interrogation chair then imagined the sensation of tiny, diamond-tipped tendrils burrowing into the nape of her neck. She suppressed a shudder.
âI know you will, Feron. And Iâll help if I canâŚ.â She leaned forward and tried to catch his eye, offering him a sideways little grin. âUs freelancers have to stick together, right? Er..unless weâre competitors, in which caseâŚuh.â Her eyelids flickered and she straightened awkwardly. âEh, you know what I mean.â
Smooooooth.
By the time she had thought of something clever to say, they had entered Tuhi District.  Naya glanced down a side street and noticed a pair of turian security guards in Arkosâs regalia. They were interviewing a haggard-looking human shopkeep while their tech-drone made a sweeper-scan of the alley.  It wasnât long before The Ivyâs façade appeared before them. Naya felt her frill and cheeks grow warm, she was eager to sit down with Feron in a familiar environment.
Business, not pleasure. Remember to keep it professional.