Ayano - dat buttarian

Ayano ran away at the young age of 18, claiming to go for a scouting trip when in fact ditching the batarian special forces and slavery all together.

Instead, she found herself upon omega. Here her previous weapons training came into effect. Simply put, she was making her place on omega. One one of her first jobs, just out of the military, she was called to a gang shooting. More or less ‘kill everyone’. Instead, she found a human on the same job, except instead of taking a sniper rifle like herself and taking them out one by one, she ran up with a pistol in hand. The batarian felt a mix, shoot the human, or kill the gang which she was well aware would hunt down some kid for lunch money later. Much as she hated aliens - thanks, hegemony - she hated the gang more. After the first head exploded, the second already fired, the human came to life and went to work.

By the end of it, the batarian had a new friend, affectionately named Raven.

From there she went on to continue her work as a drug maker and seller. Nothing terrible happened during this time, but a local clinic did call and wanted painkillers to be made. When the batarian asked why they explained they required them for dextro- users and lost their supply in a raid. Agreeing for a small fee, she delivered them when one of the surgeons rushed in and asked for a clean set of hands. The batarian, having worn gloves and a sweatshirt on her way, was apparently the only free set and the surgeon snatched her away, leading her to help him. She handed him what was required and watched, enthralled. Why it was so interesting she would never know, but she began to volunteer there to learn surgery more closely.

For a while the batarian. bounced between defending the clinic, making drugs or meds, selling a new heavy weapon, repairing armor, or working with tech in general she lived peacefully. Nothing of note.

Then, on one of the few occasions where she went out to get some base chemicals, she saw something happening. Nothing out of the ordinary for omega, a gang beating on one singled out man. Turian in this instance. Something she was going to walk away when she took a good look at his face. He wasn’t begging for life or anything of the sort, but rather he was fighting. He was clawing fighting and biting for life. Something about that made her want to at least even the odds. Quickly, before any of them saw her, she flung one of her most acidic substances, shattering on the gang. She ran as the sounds of screaming and flesh on flesh echoed down the hall. Never noticing her goggles fell from her face.

Only a few days later did she get them back, from a familiar looking turian. He gave them back to her, spoke with her, and eventually became her lover.

Soon after, while she was engrossed in a project of making a chemical strong enough to kill a krogan, her two closest Xenos packed up for a new job. when he and Raven boarded a smuggling vessel, she wasn’t far behind, chemical data pads and goggles in tow. Along with quite a few backpacks hanging from her general person.