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It wasn't uncommon for Drell to willingly be given to the Hanar under the Compact, and the Shimada Siblings were no different. They had been traind to be Assassins since childhood, taught in the art of killing, and made Masters in it.
Hanzo was a Sniper, and a powerful biotic. The Element Zero tattoo in the shape of a Thresher Maw boosted his biotics into the ridiculous, strong enough to even challenge a Matriarch. However, it also made them unstable and unpredictable, especially when his emotions got the better of him, hence why he had become closed off and guarded.
Genji, meanwhile, was more adept at close combat, skilled in the art of using two Swords, as well as a back-up SMG when his blades didn't cut it. However, when he was in his early adulthood he developed Kepral's Syndrome, cutting his life all too short. To prevent his death, the Hanar cybernetically enhanced him, making him nearly 90% metal and synthetic flesh in the process - but it did stop his Kepral's in its tracks.
Since this little incident, the Shimadas were given free reign over their lifes and fates, but because of how they were raised they did not know how to live outside of their roles as Assassins. This is how Genji ended up on Omega.
He would have dragged Hanzo with him to this dump - and it was a dump, by all standards he could think of - however, Hanzo had taken a jJob in Noveria. Not much better considering the cold, but it was still better than Omega. Besides, his brother has always had that uncanny ability to navigate the Corporate World.
Genji had been so caught-up in his thoughts he nearly got barelled over by a human, causing him to turn and yell at him. However, the N7 insigna on the man's armor made him pause.
"N7, huh? You might not want to drink whatever the Batarian tries to sell you, he puts poison in his drinks."
"How awfully kind of ya." The man replied, tipping the cowboy hat on his head with a small smirk. "Yer about the most charitable person I've met on this station. I'm guessin' yer not from here?"
"Perceptive, but yes. I'm here on... business, I guess you could call it. Nothing to be concerned about, I assure you." Genji's eyes scanned the bar, momentarily resting on where Aria was over-looking it. Fancy couch. He should get one of those.
"And yet my gut tells me otherwise. Let me guess...Assassin?", The human raised an eyebrow, smirk growing ever much wider at the surprised look on Genji's face, a small snicker even escaping him.
"Good guess, N7. But I'm not here for you. If it was you wouldn't be standing here talking to me."
"Ph, I know. Who are you here to kill then?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He answered coyly, but figured it wouldn't hurt. He knew the man wouldn't try to stop him - whoever ran to Omega really was scum worthy of dying. Besides, even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to. "Lucky for you, I wasn't paid for silence. Discretion, yes, but not silence. Ever heard of Valum Firen? He has some unfinished business with my employers, and he made a run for it."
"Hold on- the guy's wanted dead for swindlin' half the Terminus System out of its money! That's my guy yer after!"
"Oh? Well, what a fortunate turn of events. Maybe we can help each other out."
"And we both get the credit? How kind of ya, yer kindness knows no bounds." The two shook hands, smirk ever-present on the man's face, and an amused sparkle in Genji's dark eyes.
That was how the two met - a rather coincidental happenstance, but something neither of them came to regret as time went on.