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Slipping through the crowds of the Bar, Zina passed a group of humans dressed in armor. While it wasn't that abnormal to find humans or other species dressed in armor meant for fighting in the Citadel, for them to be secluded among themselves, well armed and obviously dangerous? Something stuck out in her mind. Her hand brushed against her pistol, staring at them for a moment as she sat down at the bar.
She decided to ignore it, if at least for the moment. Her eyes quickly went to the holograms of the Asari dancers. It was always Asari, never humans, quarians, krogan, or turians. For some reason, the Asari seemed to be the most widely accepted species as the most attractive. Perhaps it was their odd mix of traits that could be seen in every one of the other species, or maybe it was just something else; a pheromone they gave off, some natural biotic ability that attracted the other species, something that would explain their unnatural attractive bodies.
Then, as she pondered on the subject, gunfire filled the air. Red hot plasma burst through the air, before slamming into the chest of an unlucky elderly Turian. He collapsed to the ground as screams and gasps replaced the music as someone turned the sound off. Then, a loud voice, a human voice, filled the air.
"Listen up! By the authority of the AAC, this bar is now under direct control of our military. Until the Turians give us what we want, you are all our bargaining tokens. You will be shot if you do not cooperate, you will be executed if you resist. In the name of the AAC, the humans will rise!"
Zina practically spat, standing up from her seat as others ducked down. She was sure she wasn't the only one who was going to allow herself to get bullied by this rising race. They had already had one war with the Turians, and now this group was pushing for a second? Unbelievable.
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