Jupiter Brains All Over The Wall

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Being the only person in the car that was on autopilot made it easy for Six let the tears, that crashed against the dam of stoicism, loose. She shouldn't let Nef's rejection hurt her too much, the girl was young and they had not been together long. For two years she had been without the love and feel of a lover's skin against her own. Feeling for Nef made something inside of her click into place, the same feeling that she had felt so many years ago. As the car landed at the depot she realized that she had made a mistake in getting into the car. She had docked her ship closer to Nef and she would have to take the car back to the other depot to board her ship.

The thought of being around her brothers at the moment did sit well. They would be angry that their sister was hurt by someone she thought was special and being around Morinth would be even worse. There was bound to be a feigned sympathy or even outright mocking about how she didn't deserve to be loved by a human. She was a fraking skin job, a poor copy of humanity. Hastily she wiped the tears from her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Maybe getting a drink and mulling over the conversation with Shepard and the Justicar would help her.

Like most seedy places, and Omega was certainly seedy, there had to be bars and there were a lot of bars on Omega. She randomly picked one and thanked her luck that they was a sign advertising human booze. It was a dark, smoky cavern like dive and the bartender, a rough looking turian, eyed her like a wolf would a lone doe. She wearily slumped onto a bar stool and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“You look like you could use something strong.” he said and picked up a bottle of green liquid that reminded her of ambrosia and poured it into a hopefully clean glass.

“Yeah,” she breathed and eyed the drink briefly before downing the liquid in one gulp. It burned like battery acid down her throat but she resisted the urge to cough or choke at the pain.

“Some one break your heart, sweetheart?” he asked resting his elbows on the bar to peer down at her.

She let out a bitter laugh. “Found out I had one.”

The turian didn't miss a beat in refilling her glass. Six couldn't read turians at all twitching mandibles were out of her league.“ Ah, so it was ripped out and shown to you, eh? Tell you you weren't pretty, enough for them?”

“Wasn't human enough apparently.” she snorted. “That whole 'girls like danger' is a crock of shit.”

“Maybe you should switch up your game?”

“Red heads?”

Her new acquaintance leaned closer so that he was maybe three inches away. “Try older men.”

“Older men?”

“You know one that's seen a lot of action. Got a few tattoos, some scars and maybe a mismatch pair of eyes.” his flanged voice causing chills to run down her body. “Likes to play rough and tumble like.”

The sensation made her shift in her seat. “I bet the ladies love it when you talk dirty to them.” she teased and the turian laughed at her discomfort.

“They do at that, especially after a few drinks.” his voiced dropped to a whisper. “There's an old human matching that description staring at you from the door with a couple of buddies. He goes by the name Massani, Zaeed Massani.”

“Fra-fuck.” she groaned and finished off her drink and flipped it over.

Carefully she glanced over her shoulder and her lip lifted into a small sneer. Her movement caught Massani's eye and he started over to her with the same two beings as before. She sighed and rubbed her right temple wearily. Was he there to continue their little argument from earlier? She wasn't in the mood to take on a Krogan and two humans in a bar. The bartender took a step away from the bar but kept a talon on the lower counter, near the shotgun that he kept around to deal with troublemakers. Omega had a lot of troublemakers.

“Shepard wasn't done talking to you.” Massani replied casually.

“Maybe he should have thought of that before he went over there.” she said tartly. “I am not in the mood to acquiesce to his request for a meeting at the moment so buy a drink or go away.”

The other human, a broad shouldered, dark skinned man came over to the other side of her. They were boxing her in and her muscles tensed at the maneuver.

“Gentlemen you are invading my personal space,” she shot the younger man a dirty look and he took a step back.

“Oh, yeah?” Massani scoffed. “Well you just made two years of preparations worth a whole pile of shit and because of that we lost our one shot at finding out what the Collectors wanted with the colonists. You either give us the information or we make your life a living hell.”

“I say we use some hands on persuasion.” the Krogan interjected.

Six snorted. “Now I see why you're not in charge, Massani. Maybe it's the missing brain cells or age catching is up to you but you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar and you've got some strong vinegar wafting about you. I suggest you come find me when you think of a different pick up line.”

She slid her barstool back and put her feet on the ground. The two drinks she had were not affecting her balance. She turned to face the younger man and gave him a seductive smile. Her switch from hostility to friendly made him drop his guard slightly. She turned her smile to the bartender and hooked her thumb at Zaeed.

“Gentleman's paying.” she replied sweetly and moved around the krogan towards the door. She stopped at the threshold and looked back at them. “Next time you want something from me you better bring a fabulous bottle of whiskey or you ain't getting shit.”

Shepard was waiting at the transport depot, alone, when she came back to go to her ship. He started towards her and she held up her hand for him to stop. He frowned at looked over at the direction she came from to see Massani and the two crew members that went with him. With his attention turned to his crew he didn't see her get into the car and fly off.


Only the Centurions were waiting were for her when she came back from her ill-fated meeting. The anger from Shepard's interference had not waned but the urge to go back to Nef and beg for forgiveness had intensified. Her feet kept her moving towards the ship but her heart was urging her to turn around. Turn back time far enough back to explain to stay in the apartment and fight for Nef's acceptance. She was a coward and she needed to pay for being a coward.

Her protectors followed her into the ship and the pilot started to prep the ship to launch. Absently she entered the cockpit. Her mind slipped into space and when she blinked they were docked in the baseship.

“Tell the hybrid to head to Kobol.” she replied to her brothers as she left them with the ship.

The corridors were empty of her metallic brothers or the two organics she brought aboard. The lights in her room were thankfully dim, letting her undress and slip into her bed without the chance that her companions would see her.

The fine soft feel of the bedsheets cocooning her made her feel safe to let whatever emotions were buried and threatening to re-emerge from the car ride to the bar. Hot tears spilled over the bridge of her nose to fall with it's salty cousin onto her satiny pillow. Nef's face flitted in and out of her mind along with the faces of her two lost loves transforming the pale bitterness of Nef's rejection into something else. The exertion of trying to keep her crying quiet slipped her body into unconsciousness.

It was black and timeless like being submerged in warm black water. Something soft and fleshy wrapped around her waist and she twisted to see what it was. A soothing hushing sound reverberated through the dark and curled further inward to comfort herself. Warmth slid against her back and she felt herself being lifted out of the blackness. Her eyes fluttered open, dried crust from crying lined her eyes and snot was heavy in her nostrils. The warmth melded into a body, strong and feminine though it was unfamiliar to her.

Only one female besides her was on the baseship.

Morinth.

“I would like to be alone.” she sniffled into her pillow.

“Please, talk to me.” Morinth asked softly. “Let me help you.”

“Please, Morinth, I would like to be alone.”

“You do not deserve to be alone, my friend.”

Six rolled over and pushed the asari away from her. “I. Said. Go. Away. I want to be alone.”

“Layla-”

Six got on her knees and shoved Morinth again. “No! My model number is Six! I am a Six! I am not human!”


The asari tumbled to her feet and frowned at the tantruming blond. “Fine!” she snapped. “Stay in your cave. Throw away a chance to be happy! To be loved!”

Six's face screwed up in anger and lunged at the asari. “What do you know of love, monster? You have used and killed people for hundreds of years! How many have lost their lives because of your 'love'? Do not talk to me of love, creature. You are not deserving of such a word to pass your lips.”

Morinth's face hardened at the barbed words. She spun around on her heel and stalked out of Six's room, leaving the cylon to brood in the dark. The echoes of sobbing coming from Layla, no, Six's room made her move faster to get farther away from the sound. Six would get over her attachment to the human and she would be waiting.