Haruka dug in the heels of her heavy boots as she was dragged down the hall of C-Sec head quarters, cursing in Japanese, her face twisted in hate and rage. If her hands weren't bound by anti biotic restraints she promised them that their brains would be splattered across the walls, among other such threats. It was pretty obvious she was upset. This was great! Just great! Out of the pot and into the frying pan, as the old saying went. She'd managed to avoid getting arrested in Osaka when her particular branch of the Yakuza went down, sneaking onto a space bound cargo vessel, but she hadn't known the damn thing was heading straight to the Citadel. The last place she'd wanted to go.
When they'd docked, she'd tried to slip out unseen but unfortunately, she'd been spotted and eventually caught after a chase that had resulted in her putting a couple C-Sec officers in the hospital. Haruka was a powerful and volatile biotic, and they'd had to call in a squad of Asari trained to handle other biotics to finally bring her down. So far, they didn't know who she was, when they finally ran her though, she was fucked. She was wanted for a number of things on Earth, assault, robbery, drug possession, drug trafficking, suspected murder, and a few other miscellaneous misdeeds. What would anyone expect from some one like her though? She'd been born into the Yakuza, she'd never known anything else. Morality barely existed to her, there was only the Yakuza, their enemy, and the hapless saps who got between them.
“Oh just shut up!” The Asari on her left snapped as they reached a holding cell, her and the human on Haruka's other side having to shove her through, the small Japanese girl stumbling a bit with her balance being a little off thanks to her hands being bound. She turned to kick the door as it closed, baring her teeth.
“Fuck you fucking pigs!” She snarled as they walked off, leaving her standing there, panting a little. She shook her dyed purple and blonde hair out of her brown eyes, glaring after them. She was small and petite, like most Japanese, her legs wrapped in a pair of jeans and wearing a black tank top with a dark green jacket over it. She'd taken the jacket at some point in the trip and it was a little big on her, but she'd been cold in the cargo hold.
When they'd docked, she'd tried to slip out unseen but unfortunately, she'd been spotted and eventually caught after a chase that had resulted in her putting a couple C-Sec officers in the hospital. Haruka was a powerful and volatile biotic, and they'd had to call in a squad of Asari trained to handle other biotics to finally bring her down. So far, they didn't know who she was, when they finally ran her though, she was fucked. She was wanted for a number of things on Earth, assault, robbery, drug possession, drug trafficking, suspected murder, and a few other miscellaneous misdeeds. What would anyone expect from some one like her though? She'd been born into the Yakuza, she'd never known anything else. Morality barely existed to her, there was only the Yakuza, their enemy, and the hapless saps who got between them.
“Oh just shut up!” The Asari on her left snapped as they reached a holding cell, her and the human on Haruka's other side having to shove her through, the small Japanese girl stumbling a bit with her balance being a little off thanks to her hands being bound. She turned to kick the door as it closed, baring her teeth.
“Fuck you fucking pigs!” She snarled as they walked off, leaving her standing there, panting a little. She shook her dyed purple and blonde hair out of her brown eyes, glaring after them. She was small and petite, like most Japanese, her legs wrapped in a pair of jeans and wearing a black tank top with a dark green jacket over it. She'd taken the jacket at some point in the trip and it was a little big on her, but she'd been cold in the cargo hold.