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[b][u][center]Oscar Does Omega

Chapter 1: Grumpy Gavorn

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The pleasures of Omega were vast and varied, and few matched the selection that one could find in Afterlife. Oscar should know; he was there every night, after he was done with whatever scam or scheme that he'd cooked up lately, and the ladies and the men were always appreciative.

The human smiled as the big, blue ass swayed back and forth in front of his face, the Asari it belonged to looking over her shoulder at him with darkened eyes and a smile on her face. She was half drunk already, he was sure; she'd been hitting the booze harder than he'd been, and she smelled like she was ready for someone to rip what little clothing she had right off, and then throw her to the ground and –

[i]Mmm…heh, don't go too fast now,[/i] Oscar thought, rubbing the back of his head as his biotic implant started to buzz at him. The damn thing always got a little off when he was drunk. Something about the atomic structure of the booze interfering with the signals that it sent through his body or something like that. It always gave him a buzz that he didn't want to go with the one he did, and the more he drank, the worse it got.

Still, there were nights when he had to go for it, and this was one of 'em. A bunch of Quarians had bought a shit-ton of weapons off of him, looking to blow the crap out of some of the criminals that were bothering them, and – vagrants or not – they'd paid enough to keep him set up in ass and booze for weeks.

He stroked a hand over the Asari's ass, getting a giggle for his trouble, before leaning back and looking over the whole of Afterlife. Holographic blow-ups of the dancers dominated the air and the walls around them, and the ceiling was splattered with fiery images, both literal and metaphorical. Humans, Asari, Salarians, Krogan, Turian; everyone could come here and find some vice to feed. The only question was which one.

“Looks like you got someone already, hmm?"

Oscar looked over his shoulder and smirked. A barely-dressed Salarian leaned against the edge of his booth, some stretched fabric digging into his crotch and around his ass. He waved.

“Hey, don't go knocking it, Azen."

“Thought you'd be going for something with more of a 'handle,' tonight."

“Oh, ho, don't get me wrong. Great stuff. But this?"

He spanked the stripper, drawing another gasp and giggle from the sloshed blue woman.

“This is a sure thing…"

“Alright, alright. Won't bother you. Need anything?"

“Not tonight, buddy. Going on shift?"

“Yep. Not much to worry about tonight. Might take customers home, though."

“Long as you're careful."

“Long as you don't get a bad drink again."

The Salarian walked away, leaving him chuckling and watching that swaying set of hips. They didn't tempt him as much as the pair in front of him, but damn, Azen knew how to walk. No wonder that guy got all the tips.

[i]Heh, and no wonder he gets into so much trouble,[/i] Oscar thought as he turned back to the Asari in front of him, watching her thong ride up between her ass cheeks. [i]Bedding all those mercs…good thing he's got a few friends to watch out for him.[/i]

Like him, for that matter, though he got as good as he gave. Azen kept him informed of all the good and bad bartenders in Afterlife; considering the anti-human mentality a lot of them had, and the high turnover, it never hurt to have someone with an ear to the ground about that stuff. He kept informed about the assholes, and Azen got an occasional biotic bodyguard. It all worked out.

Just like this was about to work out for him. He reached out, groping that big blue ass with both hands. The flesh was just as soft as it would have been for a human woman, giving, parting, squishing, denting with the pressure of his hands. The stripper groaned and moaned for him, arching her back and pushing back obligingly. He wasn't drunk enough to believe that she was falling for him that easily, but he was happy enough to pretend.

He was just about to reach for her thong again when he heard the club go quiet around him. Not for long, just for a second, but he understood the meaning. Someone big had just walked in.

One hand still busy, he turned around to see who it was. It took a moment for his half-drunk brain to find the new guy in the crowd, but when he did, he grinned, particularly as the Turian in question was heading his way.

“Heh, Gavorn. Good to see ya."

The Turian started to wave at him, then slowed. Oscar kept smiling, even when the Turian turned, shifting his direction to move away from his private booth towards some of the other dancers. The human blinked slowly, watching as the Turian walked away, almost like he was…bothered? Or something. Hard to tell with the mandibles and the plates on the face.

“Mmm, honey, aren't you going to keep going?"

“Huh?"

“Come on, you aren't going to leave a lady hanging, are ya?"

“Maybe a little."

Gavorn slipped out of view for a moment, but not for long. The Turian was easy to make out among the other humans and a couple of Krogan around the stripper tables of male humans, though the alien didn't look too keen on glancing his way. Even when Oscar stared at him, there was nothing.

He idly kept feeling up the Asari on his lap, trying to figure out why that bothered him. It wasn't that he [i]needed[/i] attention from everyone, and hell, with Aria's number one enforcer, he probably would be better off without getting attention from the marksman. The Vorcha were already terrified of the big guy, and half of the mercs on the station shared the same opinion, particularly when they were thinking of crossing Aria.

Yet, at the same time…

[i]Hard plates against soft flesh, a surprisingly tight hole wrapped around his dick, handlebars that were all too natural on the Turian's body…[/i]

The memory of their night together came back, and with it came an erection throbbing and eager enough to overcome any amount of alcohol. Even as the blue woman on his lap reached for it, he shook his head and pushed her off of his lap. She stumbled to her feet, turning on him with a blue glow in her fist –

“Don't even try it, hon."

He already had the same glow on both hands, though he hadn't moved. He doubted that he could match the Asari for power, but he wasn't the drunk one here. He didn't have to. And somewhere in her addled mind, she knew that.

As the stripper stalked off, he looked down across the club again, unable to take his eyes off of the dark Turian. The enforcer's sniper rifle poked out around his shoulder, the barrel pointed towards the roof of the club, and the way that he slumped forward was no drunkard's slouch. That was a guy waiting for a target.

[i]Heh, but I don't think he's going to be shooting the target with THAT weapon,[/i] he thought.

Gavorn's reputation for the males of a certain species was mostly a rumor, though that night had proved that it went beyond a simple rumor. His cock still remembered the feeling of the Turian's ass around it, and the sensation of the too-hard, too stiff shaft in his mouth. He'd wrestled the enforcer to the bed, and shown the big guy who was boss…even if it was only for a night.

So, why was he bothered that he wasn't getting attention again?

[i]Ugh, just go over and talk with him. It's not like there's a rule against bothering him when he's off-duty.[/i]

And he knew that the Turian wasn't on-duty. If he had been, that gun would have been in his arms, and he'd be outside. Probably knee-deep in dead Vorcha, for that matter. If he was inside, then he was on break, and probably looking for some fun.

With a grunt, Oscar drained the last of his alcohol – just a few mouthfuls left in the bottle – before getting to his feet and walking over to the stairs.

He made it about halfway down before he stumbled. The rest of the trip was a combination of a fall, a biotic blast, and a landing on top of three other strippers that were just getting off-shift themselves. The human groaned, trying to play off the dent that he'd left in the stairs, and slowly pulled himself off of the ladies.

“Sorry…"

“Any breaks in the costume?"

“Uh…no?"

“Good, you would've had to pay for that."

The Asari and humans walked by, shaking their heads at him, and he gave them the same courtesy. Ignoring the way that they walked out of the main room, he hurried across the floor until he was at the same dancing booth that Gavorn had picked.

The models on display were pretty good, he had to admit. He didn't often go for other guys of his own species, but he could see the appeal. Pretty lithe and limber, some with a little more muscle in the shoulder or leg, but most of them slender enough to be more boy-ish than manly. He sat down beside the Turian, looking at the darker-skinned dancer for a minute before clearing his throat.

“Gotta admit…I'd be looking for something a bit harder than that, tonight."

“Heh…you could have fooled me. Looked like you had something soft enough in your lap up there."

“Eh, she was a temptation, but then I started remembering how much better something armor plated could be."

There was a slight smirk on the enforcer's face at his words, and the Turian picked up a shotglass. It was probably filled with something that he didn't want to know about, but Gavorn tossed it back like it was water. Oscar waved at a passing waitress, getting himself a little whiskey as the Turian shook his head.

“You been holding up alright? Hearing some stuff from the back alleys about you again, Oscar."

“Heh, you shouldn't worry about hearing about me. If I'm doing my job right, you won't hear anything at all."

“Heh, that's the part I'm worried about."

“Worried? About little old me?"

“Yeah. Worried I'm not gonna get the chance to knock you down and take my turn at that bouncy ass of yours."

Oscar bit back a laugh as the waitress brought him his bottle and glass. He laid them down on the edge of the stage, pouring himself a drink before throwing it back. The taste was horrible, but the burning was definitely there. And he wanted the burning.

The pair of them went through another three shotglasses before someone talked again. This time it was his turn.

“Heh. Gotta admit. The Asari might look pretty, but Azen was right. Looking for someone with more of a handle tonight."

“You think you could handle my weapon?"

“I think I could make you pop before you were even primed."

“Heh, is that a fact, human?"

He knew it was a bit of a risk, but why not? Oscar smiled, the implant in the back of his head buzzing hard as he reached out with his biotics. A little touch beneath the table, a little squeeze –

The Turian sat up hard, knees bumping against the bottom of the table as Oscar started working that already dangling dick with his mental touch. It hurt like a mother-fucker, considering that the implant was going wild in the back of his head, but he could feel that shape developing. Not so much getting harder – he wasn't sure that Turian biologies were capable of hardening past their already chitinous shapes – but definitely getting longer. He grinned, slowly filling up his glass with another serving.

“Heh, I think I could probably get you to go off right here."

“Now that's a cheating tactic, human. Think you should be pushing that right here? I'm not the one that'd get in trouble for throwing you on the stage and giving you a pounding here and now."

“Well, I'm not the one with a body of natural hand-grips. If it weren't for those mandibles, heh, the things I'd make you do."

“Oh, really? You think you can – screw it."

The Turian stood up, and Oscar stood up with him. There was another small silence as the pair of them stared off before Gavorn gave a slight nod towards the front door. Oscar took a second to get what he was meaning, and nodded, the Turian walking away as he sat back down.

He looked up at the dancer for a moment, wondering if he was really going to do something like this. It wasn't like he had no other options. Sure, that dancer had walked off, but there were other strippers, other guys and girls that were waiting for a good night. Did he really want to go on another one-night stand with Aria's best enforcer?

His dick sure as hell said yes, and his common sense was nowhere to be found.

Oscar shook his head with a sigh, looking towards the ceiling. The fires running up the walls felt like they were pulling him to go along with them, and he raised his shotglass to the fiery heights.

“If I'm to be damned, I'll be damned to a hell of a time."

He toasted the fires, tossed back the glass, and swung himself back and around out of the seat. Gavorn was likely outside already, tapping his foot impatiently.

…No, he probably wasn't doing that, but he'd be waiting. Oscar chuckled as he wobbled along towards the front door, one hand on the back of his head to try and quiet the implant down. The idea of the Turian actually waiting and tapping his foot was just a bit too funny for words.

#

One incident with an Asari commando and a Krogan later, Oscar took his leave of Afterlife. By which, he meant that he was forcefully ejected by said commando and her Battlemaster husband, a dual biotic blast that sent him flying over a pair of hovercars into an apartment window, and then down to the ground with the tinkling of glass around him. He grunted hard, his breath knocked out of him as he hit the pavement, and the glass falling all around him didn't help.

Boots on glass stepped around him, and he opened one eye to see Gavorn looking down at him with the nearest thing a Turian had to a smirk.

“Think that sobered you up?"

“I think that I'm as close as I'm gonna get tonight."

“Well, advantage to me, then."

Two spindly, if strong, arms wrapped around him and dragged him off of the ground. The feeling of being against the Turian's chest was something that he hadn't expected. Armored or not – and admittedly, Turian's were 'armored' all the time – it still felt rather nice. Not quite as nice as he imagined it would be, if the tables were reversed, but nice.

They stood that way for a moment, him slightly cradled to Gavorn's chest, before they suddenly split. He shook his head a few times, sputtering a bit, while Gavorn let out a long 'uhhhhhhh' before they looked at each other. Oscar was the one to finally break the silence again.

“So, uh, your place?"

“Heh, my place? Why not yours?"

“Mostly because Eclipse are watching the door. Don't ask."

“Wasn't going to. My place it is."

The Turian nodded, taking the lead down the narrow streets. Oscar supposed that it was a mark towards his friend's reputation that they weren't immediately swarmed by Vorcha or tailed by mercs. He knew what the enforcer was capable of. Had seen some of it first hand, in fact, and he doubted that it would get any better for anyone that chased them than it had for the mercs that had been killed on their first meeting.

He followed behind, looking up towards the sky. This close to Afterlife, one could see some of the thinner stuff that kept in the atmosphere, see some of the galaxy outside. It was pretty vast, alright, though it seemed to have forgotten this little aspect of it. The last time that he'd seen any new visitors that weren't mercs or some sort of trader with a dodgy deal had been months ago.

Then again, probably all the better for it. Anyone with a decent conscience wouldn't come here with credits, and anyone that actually was evil enough to come here with ideas of conquering never lasted long.

The silence between them kept up for a while, and while Oscar wasn't sure what to do after they'd been hugging each other like that, he was sure that he didn't like the quiet.

“So, you think you're gonna be on top this time?"

“Think? Human, I think you should remember who you're talking to."

“It didn't seem to help you last time."

“I was drunk last time."

“Heh, and you're not this time, big guy?"

“…Less drunk."

Oscar chuckled to himself. The idea of the Turian getting on top of him was an interesting one, but he already knew that it wasn't going to happen. The pair of them had had too much fun with him in charge and on top for it to change.

He moved up to walk beside the enforcer, his hand reaching down to give those ass plates a good pat through the armor.

“Heh, I remember how much that squeezed. I bet I'll make you blow before I get anywhere near. Twice, before I cum."

“You think that you can handle it that well?"

“Hell, I'll give you an advantage, if you want."

“And what kind of advantage is that?"

“Heh, come here…"

He'd been keeping an eye out for just such a thing, and he spotted it easily. An alley off the main road, and big enough for two people without so much space that they'd be easily spotted. It was perfect for the sort of fun that he had in mind.

Gavorn came along as he tugged the Turian along, and as soon as they stood in front of the alley, the alien arched an eyebrow.

“You're serious."

“Why not? Seems like the easiest way for me to prove my point."

“Heh…you don't mind someone seeing you on your knees sucking me?"

“Long as you don't mind them seeing a human doing it."

Gestured in, Oscar walked down into the shadows. He was sobering up bit by bit, and he was smart enough to check the shadows before he turned his back on the alley proper. The last thing he needed was for the pair of them to get jumped by Vorcha while they were in the middle of the act.

He went to his knees as his friend started pulling at his armor. The crotch opened up quickly, and the Turian's half-hard cock poked out into open air. The tip was already wet, and he could smell the slight tang that came with the alien's arousal.

Oscar smiled at the sight. It was just as big and throbbing as it had been their first night, and it looked no less eager for a chance to blow. He stroked along the sides of it, shaking his head at the way its girth filled his hand.

“Heh, just as big as before, huh?"

“Just as big as it's needed to be. You don't have any idea of how many people have been screaming for more with it."

“Heh, I won't be one of them."

“We'll see, human."

As the Turian leaned back against the alley wall, he leaned forward and stared dragging his tongue along the side of the shaft. The same tangy taste came to him, slightly off from human flavors. Not bad, not quite good, but different. The smell was harder to get used to, but then, he could just breathe through his mouth until that happened.

He lowered his head down the side of the shaft, licking and sucking near the base before working his way back up. The soft grunts and groans from above, the occasional click-click of the Turian's mandibles and other plates, told him that he was doing this just right. He smirked, his fingers clenching around the tip of the thick shaft as he worked his way up, wiggling his tongue around to find every sensitive spot that he could.

It was a pity that the alien had no testicles for him to play with, but he assumed that they were somewhere inside of him, like some of the other species that he had seen in Afterlife. Alien bits were always different, and Turians were no exception.

Still, he had to admit that he liked the strange, rubbery feeling that the majority of the shaft had. It wasn't fleshy, like human cocks, but rather, almost like silicone in some areas. It had plates over it, little bits and pieces that were smoother and joined together, but they were different as well, soft and smooth, and a little bouncy to the touch. When he squeezed them, he felt it give, only to plump up again just as soon as he let go.

The whole time he explored that cock, he made sure that Gavorn was groaning for him, moaning as he worked his way towards the tip. His hand was always busy, flicking away the pre running down the shaft from where his mouth would go. Despite how much fun could be had, he knew that the fluids could send him into shock. Better not to do that before they got around to the fun stuff, later.

Up and down, up and down his mouth went, and he worked his way closer and closer to the tip of the shaft. The Turian leaned back, hands against the wall, scratching at it as he worked his way closer to the tip. He gummed his mouth along the side of the shaft, teasing it as he worked towards the head. He stuck his tongue into the space, the little ridge between shaft and tip, where the head flared out that little bit, and then grinned as the Turian's eyes rolled back.

“Heh, gonna make you pop your heat sink already? What's the matter? All backed up?"

“Says the human who can suck cock better than any Asari whore…"

“Heh, what was that?"

He leaned in, dragging his tongue over the underside of the Turian's cock head. All the careful spit and rubbing had paid off, only leaving a taste of flesh there rather than any pre. The enforcer immediately thrust forward, burying over four inches of cock in his throat right off the bat, only for Oscar to pop it free again with a smirk.

“You were saying I'm better than an Asari whore, huh?"

“Oh, put it back in…that felt good…"

“Heh, begging already? What would Aria say?"

“She'd say to shut the hell up and get back to work."

“Heh, good point."

Still, he didn't want him to pop too soon. Much as he wanted to get to Gavorn's apartment and have fun, he didn't want this to be rushed. He wanted to feel the big guy squirm…and the fact that they were right out in the open, where people could walk by at any time and see what they were doing, was turning him on more than he expected.

He grinned as he worked his way down the shaft with a series of kisses and sucks and nibbles, each of the last one making the enforcer shiver and gasp, grunting and groaning in need. The idea of this big guy, the scourge of Omega, being this helpless for him made him feel great. He was totally in charge. He might have been the one on his knees, but he was the one that was calling all the shots at this point.

He worked his way back up, sucking on the slick shaft, pulling the tip towards his lips. Gavorn started thrusting again, and Oscar teasingly pulled back.

“Ah ah ah. Let's not take it too far, now."

He raised his hand, hoping that he wasn't too drunk to pull off a little biotic teasing. His hand glowed blue, and he imagined a set of restraints, a set of glowing, pulsing restraints.

He managed it, mostly. They didn't pulse, but they did glow, and they wrapped around the Turian's waist and his hands. They kept him pinned against the wall, unable to touch his cock, unable to grab the human's head. Just perfect for teasing.

Oscar smirked as he grabbed hold of the base of his friend's cock, giving it a few slow, lazy strokes.

“Feels like you're getting pretty close there, big guy. Think you'll be able to resist?"

“Fuck…You are getting good at this."

“I've always been good."

Still smirking, Oscar lowered his head over the shaft, and sucked [i]hard[/i] on the tip. He pulled, he tugged, his cheeks pursed in hard as the Turians's shaft slid past his lips. It worked over his tongue, trying to dribble past his grip at the base, and he slowly worked it further and further back.

Despite his nerves at the thought of going into shock if he pushed this too far, too fast, he was having the time of his life. There was something about doing this with Gavorn, something about this Turian that made this…fun. He could feel like he'd made a conquest, but not lost something at the same time.

Up and down, up and down, feeling that thick cock passing between his lips. In and out, in and out, working that shaft towards the back of his throat, feeling it throb and twitch, guessing when it was getting too close and sliding back. Up and down, in and out, always working it that little bit closer.

The sound of footsteps made him free, his mouth still wrapped around the head. The pair of them turned towards the edge of the alley, and Oscar prepped a little ball of biotic energy in his hand. A little Warp, just in case of someone unfriendly.

He needn't have worried. It was just a pair of drunk Salarians heading home for the night, though they'd stopped in front of the alley to get their bearings. Gavorn almost didn't seem to be breathing, and Oscar smirked, slowly looking back up at the Turian enforcer.

His friend's eyes went wide, and Oscar winked juuuust as he started sliding down.

The moans that had been so loud and eager before disappeared, leaving only the soft sound of flesh on flesh, and the eager little twitches of the Turian's legs, trying to get that shaft deeper into his mouth. He heard the soft clicking, still, the sound of the plates tapping against each other as the Turian squirmed, the way that he was trying to hold his mouth shut.

[i]Heh, you like it,[/i] Oscar thought. He could feel how much harder his friend was getting, how stiff the cock in his mouth was. He was getting so close, now.

The Salarians walked off before he could make use of them further, but that was fine. He wanted to hurry on, to do more than they had been. He pulled back, popping off of the tip when they were completely alone again.

“Heh, time to finish you off, so we can keep going."

This time, he pulled at his biotics for a different purpose. It wasn't much, but he curled his finger, and suddenly Gavorn's eyes went wider than ever. Oscar almost wished that he had a mirror, so he could see the stretching and pulling at the back of the Turian's rump, to see that hole opening up for a biotic thrust, to see how it looked…

Oh, it was sexy to think about, though. His cock throbbed hard in his pants, dripping over itself as he grabbed the bottom of Gavorn's cock. It was so stiff and throbbing, he knew it would only take a few strokes to send him over the edge, particularly with the backdoor teasing. He gripped it tight and –

Beep beep. Beep beep.

“Aria."

The beeping and Gavorn's explanation almost didn't matter to him, but when the Turian gave a real tug at the biotic restraints, he realized that there was no chance for him to finish, now. Half of the fun had been in play, and the enforcer broke through the restraints in nothing flat. He pulled a communicator from the side of his leg, holding it up to his ear.

“Gavorn here."

“[i]Get your ass down to the south side. We're got a man down.[/i]"

“Damnit, Aria…"

[i]Damnit, indeed,[/i] Oscar thought with a slight sneer. Just when he was starting to really get into it, someone had to go get themselves shot. And now, he had to wait until the call was over. At least, he hoped so. If Gavorn –

“[i]Get down there now, Gavorn. I need you to take care of this before the word spreads.[/i]"

“That bad?"

“[i]Four Eclipse and a Blue Sun commander having it out on my turf, with a whole Vorcha clan involved? Yes. Now get your fucking ass down there, or I'm going to have to get involved.[/i]"

“Alright, Aria. I'll be there."

[i]…What?[/i]

Oscar stared for a moment as the Turian closed the communicator, pulling up his armor. The human didn't even get a chance to gather his thoughts before the enforcer was halfway out of the alley.

“Hang on, hang on. What about us? What about our plans?"

“What do you mean, us? I was off-shift, now I'm on."

“But…"

“Sorry, Oscar. Part of the job."

“…Yeah, yeah sure. I get it."

Click.

“I'll be back later."

And just like that, his fun for the night was gone. Oscar stayed there on his knees for almost a minute before slowly dragging himself to his feet, shaking his head all the way up.

The worst part was, he did get the whole thing. It wasn't just about Aria, either; she might have been the one to call the Turian away, but she was the queen bitch of all of Omega. Like her or hate her, you did what she said or suffered her wrath.

And with the Blue Sun and the Eclipse on each other's ass out there, then there was a problem that needed handling. Not to mention the Vorcha. He didn't know how either side had gotten an entire clan of Vorcha to do what they were told, but there was no way that Aria or Gavorn could let that stand. He was enough of a mercenary and troublemaker himself to know how that power structure worked. Anyone that was seen as incompetent at the top would be tossed out for someone that could handle things.

Even though Gavorn should have been coming along to the apartment to let him handle that fabulous Turian ass…

Oscar shook his head, trying not to think about it, but it was rather hard to do when he was already as wound up as he was. His cock was throbbing hard in his pants, and he had been so close to getting the big guy off, as well. He hadn't had a chance to see how much a Turian came before, and he was pretty sure it would have been a hell of a show.

He walked out of the alley, his hands in his pockets as he looked down the streets. Momentarily, he debated going back to Afterlife, seeing if that Asari was still around or if Azen needed some company for the night, but he dismissed the idea almost immediately. He doubted that he would have any better luck than he'd already had, and the idea of going back to bother a friend – even a stripper friend – just felt wrong to him.

[i]Looks like it's going to be an early night, tonight,[/i] he thought, turning himself in the other direction. [i]Okay, rooftops or alleys, or sewer…[/i]

A sudden vibration beneath him announced the weekly 'flushing' of the station, and he shuddered.

[i]Not the sewer. Rooftops.[/i]

After all, even in space, one had rooftops, and even in space, nobody ever bothered to look up…

#

He got through the Eclipse blockade around his apartment without too much incident. There had been a mech on the outside, watching the rooftop, and he'd waited for it to go by before he walked up behind it and hit it with a pocket virus. Not much of one, just a quick little in-and-out insertion. It wouldn't have stood up to a Quarian defense system, but on a cheap combat mech, it worked like a charm.

As the robot leaped off of the building and started going 'insane' on the streets below, he walked to his front door. A quick slide of his card in the slot, followed by a series of key-taps on a pad that was just out of view to disarm the bomb in the door, and he was inside. He shut the door behind him, letting out a sigh and cradling his crotch.

Oscar was just about to turn around when the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head.

“Don't move," a modulated voice said. “Or you die."

[i]Great…and I thought this night couldn't get worse than blue balls.[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]