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Arkeer awoke in a pile of rubble. He layed in a daze, barely remembering the explosion that threw him into the air. Laying under broken rocks, something that would kill any other species. The shounds of shots, blasts, and biotic throws filled his ears. He blinked and regained his senses. He grunted and with the force of his Krogan arms, pulled himself up from the ground, and grinded his teeth at the machines ahead- the Reapers. As he ran forward, he saw a corpse of a dead human, their pistol still in hand. Arkeer grabbed the weapon as the debris behind him where he previously layed exploded, scattering ashes in the city of London.

Everyone was fighting. Asari, Turians, Quarians and Geth, and the humans. Hell, even the damn Salarians were aiding their forces. This was the biggest battle in the galaxy, one that if the Reapers won would lead to it's annihilation. As Arkeer ran forward with all his might, shooting the zombified humans that ran at him, he screamed, "FOR THE KROGAN!!!!"

[Kel Riever]

"Over here!"  The shout came from a pile of rubble against a building.  An asari commando in a blue suit of armor alternated between firing her pistol and launching biotics at the encroaching husks.  She had seen the krogan through the chaos of the battle.  "Get some high ground!  There's a breach to the second floor."  The asari nodded over her shoulder to a hole in the wall at the top of the pile.  Through the hole, someone was providing covering fire for the asari, and shots began picking off husks heading towards Arkeer as well.  

A nearby detonation filled the air with rubble and ash.  One of the M-080 infantry fighting vehicles was destroyed, sending troops scattering.  Somewhere, a wounded soldier screamed.  As the cloud of fragments settled, the number of Reapers seemed to have grown.  Advancing like a tide, husks and cannibals flowed forward towards the Alliance forces.

Urgently, the asari pleaded, "Come on!"

Modifié par Kel Riever, 24 juin 2013 - 09:48 .

[Redbelle]

“Corpsman Wyld. Ma’am You have been summoned to Central”.

Jerry-Ann Wyld looked up from her clipboard as she placed another tick next to the short list of medical supplies. An MP stood at the entrance of the triage tent where she was working. As welcome a distraction from the precarious supply situation as he presented, she had to fight back the urge to swallow in a throat that had just run dry.

“Central huh? Where is that now? The last one I heard about got over run.”

The MP stepped inside. “Central command authority was moved to this camp until they sort out who's in charge of co-ordinating the ground force Ma’am I need to take you to central now.”

“You mean, the tent next door”. Wyld said slowly. The MPs expression didn't change, but his voice seemed to drop the temperature of the space they were in by a couple of degrees.

“That is now Central..... Ma’am”

“Which is the tent next door. So you could have said, Hey Jan. The boss wants to see you next door. No need to worry about transport. Legs will do the job.” She rapped an armoured glove on the side of her right thigh. The prosthetic that replaced one of both of her legs made a soft thunk as the synthetic muscle absorbed the impact. Completely unlike her old standard issue Alliance ones that were box metal and worked on inner chain drive system's.

Setting the clipboard down she walked out into the night air with the MP. The camp she emerged into was quiet, a sentry or two standing guard on the wall, as many of the soldier's had moved off to various battlefronts. Technically, she should have gone with them. But she had drawn the short straw out of all the corpsmen and was relegated to preparing for the inevitable after-action aftermath of wounded and dying soldiers. The camp was ready to receive them, she thought. But with supplies low the only care this camp could offer was to the less critically wounded. She had to visit the comms tent...... Central, she chided herself. To get word out that this camp was not the place for wounded to come if they expected to live through the night. Triage would be in effect. And anyone with heavy injuries would be.......

She shuddered despite the hot night air.. She had heard stories from during the First Contact war of soldiers dropped off at bases where the staff had been overwhelmed. Sorting through them to find the ones they knew they could save. The other's had been taken to a darkly lit room and left to let nature take it's course. Her instructor from her Corps School of Medicine had been there. He had the duty of watching over them with barely enough pain medication for half the men.

It had been hell. His description's of that time had caused the lecture hall to fall silent as the instructor painted the gruesome picture that there would be times when they would be powerless to save everyone. That had been then. This was now. And the same story was repeating itself again.

She shook off her thoughts as they approached the comm's ten...... Central, dammit. The MP drew the front flap open for her. Tempted to tease him about taking a girl for a walk at night, she decided against it and stepped inside......

....And abruptly came nose to nose with another MP so fast she nearly fell backwards out of the tent. “Oh.... Hi!” She said as she took a slight step back. “Corpsman Wyld? The Captain sent for me.”

The MP nodded towards the table central to the room where several men were clustered around. Moving around tables where coms specialists sat hunched over radio's, she wandered over to where the men and the camps captain were gathered. She began to stand to attention when the Captain looked up and locked her in his gaze.

“Wyld. I've just heard something I think involves you”.

Jan once again found it hard to swallow as the Captains eye's bored into her. It had been a long time coming....actually a relatively short time coming when she thought about it. But at last the bureaucracy had caught up with her despite her best efforts. She came to attention and prepared to explain as she felt her past sins reaching out to engulf her.

Modifié par Redbelle, 24 juin 2013 - 11:00 .

[Khambilo]

Rothan wiped the dust from his suit, frantically checking for ruptures.  He found a small one, isolated near his shoulder. There was no wound, but his omnitool confirmed the presence of a breach.  His suit was already sealing off the affected area and his system had been flooded with combat antibodies.  One positive effect of Quarian involvement in the Reaper war was the availability of dextro-based antibiotics, something that was always in short supply while he was in Asari Spec Ops.  The girls in his unit often joked about providing extra barrier support for Rothan while they were in heavy fire, but the truth was that he was already generating a biotic field to bolster the structural integrity of his suit.  Stranded on desolate moons or Reaper infested hotspots, days away from supplies like his antibiotics, made Rothan all the more paranoid about getting infections.  Reiza, his squad leader and mentor often berated him for wasting his concentration in this way.  

“You won’t be doing yourself any favors when your reaction time is so slow that you can’t get a barrier up on incoming fire,” she would say.  

Now, suit ruptured and completely rattled by the recent explosion, he could see the wisdom in it.  He wished he could apologize to her now, tell her how right she was, but there was no telling where she, or any of his unit was.  A Reaper beam had cut through the area only second ago, demolishing buildings, vehicles, troops, anything in it’s path.  Rothan briefly recalled the beam making contact with a troop transport, accounting for the explosion that had knocked him to the ground and dulled his senses.  Moments ago, he was standing with his unit, his friends.  Now they were gone, but he also was not in the same place as he was before.  The explosion must have blown him off his feet, and if he was lucky, the same was true of his unit.

The world reeled around him, a cloud of ash and rubble swirled about him, a combination of his unsteady footing, blurred vision, and the carnage of the once beautiful Earth city.  That was not stopping the husks though.  Across the ruinous plaza, Rothan could make out a Krogan, bludgeoning his way through the abominations.  He caught the blue tint of biotics through the dust as an Asari repelled Reaper ground forces.

First thing was first.  Rothan set to sanitizing the open gouge in his suit.  Separated from any Quarian supplies could mean that the small suit rupture could grow into a large problem later.

“Incoming!”  He heard the shout from no particular direction, but he saw it almost immediately: Cannibals charging into the plaza, guns blazing.  Rothan barely had enough time to throw up a barrier to block the incoming shots.  He dove for cover behind a pile of rubble, tripping over the body of an Alliance marine in the process.  There was not enough time to think.  Rothan took up the downed soldier’s rifle and fired off a few shots around his new-found cover.

In the brief window that Rothan peeked around his cover he could make out a couple of husks headed in his direction.  They would be on him in seconds, compromising his cover.  Rothan closed his eyes, calling upon his biotics.  His body was so wired with adrenaline he could barely feel the slight spasm, but the characteristic crackling in the air was clear, even in the din of the battlefield.  He could feel the biotic field ebbing through and around him.  

The wails of the husks were now close enough to hear.  Rothan shoved around cover once more,  discharging his biotics in a shockwave on a collision course with the husks.   A second later, they were obliterated by the sheer force of his blast.

Rothan sighed, finally allowing himself to breathe since the explosion.  He was safe for the moment.

(EDIT: fixed formatting)

Modifié par Khambilo, 25 juin 2013 - 02:41 .

[Redbelle]

Wyld stood at attention before her Captain struggling to find the words, the right words, to explain how her exploit's on the Citadel, eight months ago, had found there way to Earth. As she struggled to put the jumble of words she wanted to say into order, the captain attention was called away.

“Sir? Captain Radcliffe sir!” A comm specialist called from across the tent space. “Sir, we're getting reports of a straggler group of civilian's crossing into one of the active battlefronts.”

Captain Radcliffe's brow crumpled in disapproval at the news. “I thought the resistance reported all areas clear”! He stormed over to where the comm specialist sat and linked his omni tool display. Reading through the reports he shook his head. “We're stretched too thin. What do we have over there?”

“The ones nearest are ground forces from other races. We have their frequencies so we can warn them We can also route a Mako unit through that area, but it'll be half an hour. ”

“They'll be dead in half an hour. Those civilian's are walking towards a Reaper force on the move. They'll intersect.....” He hurried back to the table and called up maps of the area. “They'll meet here. Get on the radio Tell everyone in that area that civilian will enter their area soon and Mako's are on route to evacuate. I want my battle zones clear of collateral. Clear?”

“Sir yes sir.”

As the comm specialist bowed his head to his assigned task Radcliffe turned to Wyld who, desperate to get her story across before he said anything, blurted out. “Sir, I'm very sorry about what happened on the Citadel, but I swear the photographs were completely innocent. I can't even remember the fight at Purgatory and.....”

“Wyld.” Radcliffe's tone, though grim, flew straight over her head.

“.....that dispatcher was already under investigation by his boss when he had a mental collapse and tried to kill us......”

“Wyld”! Radcliffe barked sharply.

“...... and when he started shooting he winged me and hit a few other people, and I had this new Omni drone axe that can fly. His falling out through his window was self defence!”

Jan stopped for breath and noticed the scarlet glare Radcliffe was giving her. “Corpsman Wyld. What in hell are you talking about”?

“This.....” She chewed the inside of her cheek as realisation set in. “This isn't about the CAT6 thing?”

Radcliffe pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. When he looked up his face had regained it's original colour. His voice however, had it been a knife, would have sliced her ribbons. “Are you telling me, and this...... is largely guesswork, but that for eight months, you have been down as CAT6, for reasons that I am now afraid to enquire about...... and you have only just gotten round to telling your superior officer”?

Wyld brought up her Omni tool and selected a file that she set to transmit. “This will explain everything.”

Radcliffe looked over at the MP guarding the door. “Watch her”. He said, and stalked off as he began playing the video file she had sent.

Jan felt all eye's in the tent on her as she remained standing at the table. Looking back over her shoulder she saw the MP was standing behind her with a hand on his pistol. “Soooo.” She said to no-one in particular as her finger's beat a nervous rhythm on the tables rim. “A bit quiet....... Is it like this often around here”?

Radcliffe came back sooner than expected. “That man was the boss of the dispatcher I take it”?

“Yes sir.”

“He explained the dispatcher's death wasn't your fault. But you really have a CAT6 dismissal in your file?”

“He couldn't block it in time sir. He said he'd slow it down and that I shouldn't talk to anyone about it till he'd pushed it out of my file.” She sighed. “Then the war settled in and we all seemed to have more important things to worry about.”

Radcliffe turned and raised his voice to address the crowd. “I shouldn't have to say this. But if I hear anyone in this room breathes a word of what they heard to anyone I'll have them digging latrines for the Krogan”. He turned back to her. “Wyld. I haven't the patience so listen carefully. I called you because I have a Mako that's not moving, packed with med's, in a no mans land, with a prisoner the group picked up along the way. Their radio's out and right now your useless to me here. So I'm sending you out to find them and report what the problem is.”

Wyld leant forward and scoured the map. In the corner she saw a marker listing 'last known contact' for a transport. “Alright.” She said as she started plotting her route to the site. “Let's hear the details”.

Modifié par Redbelle, 26 juin 2013 - 10:53 .

[favoritehookeronthecitadel]

 Arkeer couldn’t make out what the asari in the distance was screaming at him; she clearly wanted him to get to the rubble where she was. However, he was cornered by a group of husks. There were hundreds of them running towards the Krogan, and Arkeer screamed and shot at them until his ammo ran out. There were still hundreds running at him, and even with his biotics, he couldn’t take that many. It was over, and Arkeer knew that he would go out fighting. However, as more husks advanced behind him, they were being picked off by a sniper, giving him an opening and enough time to run towards the asari, who was still yelling at him amiss the shots and wreckage. Arkeer took the chance and made his way for the rubble in the distance as Alliance ships fell, creating more explosions and bodies flying.

As he ran, he saw a hole near the asari big enough for him to crawl into. Husks scratched and bit at him, but he managed to get to the hole go through it, meeting up with the asari. He was covered in blood, and fell backwards on the spot. The Krogan pulled himself up, and the asari looked at him, perplexed.

“Looks like you’re hurt badly. You need some bandages.”
“No, I‘m fine. Got any guns?”

Modifié par favoritehookeronthecitadel, 27 juin 2013 - 04:28 .

[MrStoob]

Elaine and her squad move through the rubble of London, heading to the relocated central command for new orders. She scans constantly for threats, disappointed there are none. Reality is beginning to weigh heavy. Elaine needs to kill, to focus, to fill her emptiness with revenge, no regard for her own safety.

“Rachni!” her salarian comrade shouts as he points to a wall-less building. “Second floor.”

Elaine spots her route, an exposed stairwell, lights up her biotic field and sprints towards the stairs.

“Simpson!” her turian commander shouts, but she has already gone, running towards her own possible demise with almost glee.

“Get those things' attention.” he shouts to the rest of the squad, who open fire at the mutant creatures.

Within moments of their gunfire, a mighty boom emanates from the building with flashes shining blue. A few rapid shots from Elaine's weapon and the enemies are defeated. She returns to her squad.

“Damn it, Simpson,” her commander says, “Do not engage until my order? You got that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay, people, let's keep moving.” he orders the squad. “Nuran, take point.”

“Sir!” the salarian says, then jogs ahead readying his sniper rifle.

“Simpson, with me.”

Her turian commander walks quite casually with his rifle in his hand while Elaine paces, her head turning this way and that as she looks for threats.

“You okay?” he asks her.

“What do you think?”

“I think you've got a death wish.”

“Yea, well. I'm getting the job done.”

“Really, though?”

Elaine pauses, then pulls off her mask and pours her venom on her commander.

“Am I okay? Am I okay? Are you really asking me that? What the **** do you think? My baby was killed by these bastards.”

He can see that just saying the words cause her further distress and to attempt to help may be futile.

“Just... be careful, okay?”

“Hey, if I die, I won't be killing the Reapers. I want to see them defeated before that.”

“Fair point.” he concedes. “Let's just keep moving.”

London. Elaine knows this area. Well she did, before it was turned into an industrial wasteland. She feels it's probably just as well London has been laid waste. If it was all still the same, the unavoidable memories would have been too hard. For now, she needs more death to fill the hole in her heart.

Modifié par MrStoob, 27 juin 2013 - 10:21 .

[Kel Riever]

The asari repeated incredulously, “Got any guns?”   Arkeer just shrugged. Getting enough of a pause to look around, the krogan saw the sniper  just inside the hole he had come through. It was a salarian, who worked with steady precision keeping the Reapers at bay with shots from his Viper. The threat was worse for those outside, as the husks and cannibals closed on those still in the open.
 
“Here you go,” the asari said. She reached down and picked up an Eviscerator from a fallen soldier and handed it to Arkeer. “I’m Rea. This whole area looks like its going to get overrun, but this is a long building, and if we can stay above the fight on the ground, we may be able to regroup with other forces.” 
 
“As long as it involves killing Reapers, I’m game,” Arkeer growled.
 
Rea reloaded her pistol, a hefty Paladin, and smirked. “I would say there won’t be a shortage of things to kill on the way.” She activated her omni-tool and briefly examined a battlefield map, “Let’s go. Are you coming, salarian?”
 
The sniper shook his head, “No, there might be a few more stragglers. I’ll cover your backs, anyway, and move on when it gets worse.”
 
Both Arkeer and Rea nodded, and then they headed off through the building. Outside, another explosion shook the ruined structure while shouts of desperation and gunfire came from all around. The krogan and asari ran along an exterior wall where they could get a glimpse of the ground on the other side of the building through shattered windows. Below, an Alliance squad fought its way forward against a group of Marauders. 
 
“We can get behind those Reapers and help those troops out,” Arkeer noted.
 
The asari crouched and moved her shoulder up against one of the window frames. Then the landscape below was lit with a faint, red glow, growing in intensity.

Modifié par Kel Riever, 28 juin 2013 - 02:20 .

[Khambilo]

Within the confines of his suite, Rothan felt his body pulse under the effects adrenaline and exhaustion.  Around him, the city burned, husks overran the plaza and the Reapers drew closer. 

Somewhere, amongst the rubble of the plaza, Reiza and the others could be looking for him. Or maybe, they could be wounded, trapped, or otherwise incapacitated.  They could be dead.  Rothan shuddered at the thought.  
But around him, it was clear this was lost ground.  He could hear various troops calling for retreat.  Soldiers scattered like insects in every direction from the oncoming Reaper ground forces.   Before he knew it, he was running with them.

His legs carried him as fast as they could.  He gave no thought to it all, tripping over debris and nearly loosing his footing altogether on more than one occasion.  By the time he stopped running to catch his breath he was no longer sure of where he was.  An alley, most likely, but it looked the same as everywhere else.  Gray.  Ruined.
 
He collapsed, propping his back against the wall.  From this place, the fighting sounded distant.  His breaths came relentlessly, each one searing his insides.   He felt like he could vomit, but that was the last thing he needed.  Slowly he let his body relax.  Then he could think.

His suit rupture came to mind first.  Had he finished sanitizing it properly when he was in the plaza?  He could not remember, so he set to sanitizing his suit.

“Looks like Baby’s cleaning his suit again guys,” Niria said.

Or at least he thought he heard her.  He snapped up, looking for his Asari comrades, but they were not there.  He must have imagined her voice.

Back at the Academy, most of the Asari who entered training there were at least a hundred.  Rothan was a nineteen-year-old non-Asari.  He quickly drew attention there.  The girls soon gave him the nickname “Baby” because of his age in comparison to the Asari lifespan, but Rothan also assumed it had something to do with his timid nature.  Niria and some of the others initially meant his nickname as an insult.  During training exercises for the first couple of months, accidents were frequent for him.  His fellow Asari students with their naturally occurring biotics wielded their skills like fine tuned instruments, even before combat training began, while Rothan who had only more recently manifested his biotics, wielded his – well, like an Asari child.  Rothan was the obvious weakest link. The accidents led Rothan to become more paranoid.  In addition to the credits that the Quarian Admiralty had invested to secure his place at the academy, the fleet also paid for all dextro-based supplies that he needed, an expense that he was nearly constantly reminded about.  To avoiding infection, and any further strain on the fleet, Rothan meticulously maintained his suit to prevent infection.  Niria picked up on that particular habit and frequently teased him about it.

But that changed when the war started. Separated from reinforcements and cut off from supply lines, the already minimal dextro supplies soon ran thin, causing Rothan to be all the more cautious.

While helping to hold back Reaper forces on Selvos for colonists to evacuate, things within the unit became tense.  They had become entrenched, and though they did not know it at the time, nearly surrounded.  Rothan had taken some fire during one of the previous skirmishes and was working toward sanitizing and treating the minor wound.  Meanwhile the girls in his unit had become anxious, looking to move out.

One of them called the order preemptively and Rothan scrambled to finish the job of treating the wound.  Niria was the only one to notice.

“Hold on a second! Baby’s needs to clean his suit!” She yelled, almost protectively.

Some of the girls grumbled.  Niria bent down at his side.

“Anyway I can help?”

“No, I got it,” Rothan assured her, finishing up the job.  He paused, suddenly stunned by Niria’s kindness.  “Thank you,” he stammered.

“No problem,” she said, clapping him on the back and helping him to his feet.  “We’re a unit.  We’ve all got to look out for each other now.”

Now, far from Thessia or Selvos, he thought about her and the others.  They were gone, and his first thought had not been help them, but to flee, to preserve his own life. 

He was ashamed, confused, and tired.  But more than that, for the first time since leaving the fleet, since the academy – for the first time in his life – Rothan was truly alone.

Modifié par Khambilo, 28 juin 2013 - 04:55 .

[FuriousFelicia]

"I can't belive we're fighting along side the Vorcha.." - mumbled Zia entering the shuttle

"Listen, we've been through all that, and I thought we had an agreement. Damn it Zia, with all this chaos, you have to add yours. Move it troops! And when we get to London, I expect all of you to act like Alliance soldiers, and the only words of hate are to be directed towards the enemy! Thats -  the reapers Zia!" - yelled the commander as the shuttle was slowly lifting of the ground.

"Next sop, London. Get ready for hell" - said the commander as the crew checked equipment buckling up in their seats.

"Where exactly are we going in London?" - asked one of the soldiers - "East side!" - replies the commander - "The east front is under heavy artillery attack, and they're requesting more biotics to reinforce barriers around HQ."

"Barriers?!" - screams Zia - "Huh, they need barriers, they can call the Asari..I'm not camping some HQ." - she continues in a slightly softer tone

"I don't mind." - replies a frail voice from the back, but so quietly that no one seemed to have noticed.
Zia noticed, as she lowered her chin in disappointment, and looked downwad to her palms on the lap, radiating in dark purple hue.

Silence suddenly in the shuttle as the noise from outside kept getting louder.
"Hold on everyone!" - said the pilot - "We're entering London air space..buckle up, we're in for some chop!"
Suddenly it was like they entered a thunderstorm. Sounds of explosions and projectiles whistling all around the shuttle..

"How are we hold...God have mercy!...they leveled the city to the ground" - said Zia sticking her head in the cockpit

"For the love of God Zia, get back to youre seat and strap in! How many times must I tell you. " - the commander's face was now beginning to take on some red hue as the London sky bled crimson in fire and smoke. Zia jumped back to her seat. She knew well where the commanders patience ends, and she didn't want to push her luck for the sake of curiosity so she just sat down, took a deep breath and closed her eyes listening to detonations that kept getting louder and closer.

"Heads up squad...we're being redirected. The HQ sais the east flight space is being blocked by enemy anti air so we're cutting it a bit short from the LZ, and dropping you to deal with the threat so that the remaining shuttles are clear to land." - explained the commander looking at Zia with some concern in his gaze

"Don't wory sir, we won't disapont you" - said Zia while her mouth curved in to a soft smile

"You're not going Zia" - the commander sais - "This is a job for soldiers, and the HQ sais they need adepts so as soon as we drop the troops, we are resuming our mission"

"Why am I not surprised" - said Zia in a frowning tone and looks to the side

"But if the airspace is blocked, why are we continuing? We should all take care of the threat together and then resume to HQ. This just doesn't make sence." - went on Zia, but as she was talking the sound of explosions out side got so loud that her words just merged with all the noise. She looked at the commander who was screming something at her but from all the rattle she couldn't hear, and than the commander just taped his head looking at her. She recognised this little gesture and reached for her helmet.

"Good now that we can all hear each other again, listen up...don't remove your helmets when we exit. This is our only way to communicate so I want you all to keep your links open..that goes double for you Zia!"

"It's not like I'm going anywhere anyway" - mumbles Zia softly to her chin - "I heard that" - sais the commander -

"Ok troops..John, Zeeke, Kate, Liz  it's your show..make sure you get this right, otherwise we can kiss the east front good bye. John you're in charge. Report as soon as you lock down those AA batteries so we can call the remaining shuttles" - as the commander was explaining the strategy to the groung crew, the shuttle softly touched the ground.

"Give them hell people" - yelled the commander as party of four soldiers exited waving to the pilot, givig him green light to take of.

"I don't like this sir" - said Zia to the commander giving him a worried look - "That's one thing we agree on Zia" - replied the commander a the shuttle accented in the air.

"Sir, new orders from the admiral. We have to take you to central!" - the pilot says to the commander -

"What about the east HQ?"

"Don't know sir, but they're redirecting all traffic to the center, so if I had to gues, I'd say what ever was suppose to happen...it's happening now.

Modifié par FuriousFelicia, 28 juin 2013 - 10:10 .

[Redbelle]

Captain Radcliffe pointed to the marker listing the Mako on the table map. “That unit was transferring supplies from camp Bastion to here. Meds, heat sinks and heavy weapons. Everything we needed. They stopped and took a prisoner. Then when they got started again the radio went dead their marker went still. We haven't had contact since”.

Wyld nodded as she studied the map, then titled her head. “Needed? You said everything we 'needed'. I know we still need those meds sir. Something I should know”?

Radcliffe let out a short sigh. “The Reapers are tracking our central command signals. Identifying the areas where they originate and killing them. We lost three central command bases before it came to us. Centralised command isn't working against the Reapers. No matter how well fortified, they either send in ground troops or just drop a Reaper on them from orbit”.

Wyld nodded as she understood. “This camp is on the clock till the Reapers realise we're command central and drop on us”.

“And when they do our efforts to co-ordinate our troops get's knocked back, again”. He gestured to the map. “We're only just getting a picture of what's going on out there. If they kill this base, we lose the theatre. That's why I'm having everyone ready to leave. Command Central is going guerilla!” He looked up. “You still here Corpsman”?

Wyld pushed away from the table, then frowned. “If we're changing doctrine from central to dispersed warfare, on the fly, then we'll be more reliant on our radio's.” She paused. “Sir, I'll be the the one with the radio, with Central maybe going into and out of contact, does that mean I'll be the command presence at the Mako site”?

“NO”!

Every head looked up and even Wyld was taken aback by the sudden look of momentary panic in Radcliffe's eyes. Settling back on his heels Radcliffe cleared his throat. “Just get over there. Find out what happened. And get those people and supplies to where they will do the most good”. He jerked his head towards the tent door. “The vehicle crew have a transport waiting for you”.

Modifié par Redbelle, 29 juin 2013 - 02:37 .

[Redbelle]

Jan stood and saluted smartly. Then turned on her heel and walked out the tent, heading to the vehicle depot section of the camp. As she neared it she saw the nose of a Mako poking out from between two supply containers where a light flickered inside, hissing, causing sparks to fly.

Rounding the edge, she saw the Mako in it's full glory. It's windows to the cabin gleamed, having been polished to a shine. The wheels showed no signs of wear and she guessed that they were newly added. She spotted the canon. Pure muscle to punch at anything that looked at this behemoth funny. She spotted several antenna mounted on the side. A Command and Control Mako she realised. Designed for high bandwidth and ranged broadcasts. Resisting the urge to giggle she spotted a tech welding a new armour plate to the Mako's side and strolled over.

“Hey. Captain said you had a vehicle for me”.

The tech looked up, wrinkled and craggy features raising a salt and pepper eyebrow as he looked her over. “Wyld right? Sure. We got what you need”. He motioned a hand over his Omni-tool and the Mako roared to life. “Lemme get this out the way first”. He motioned again and the Mako rolled forward. It's retreating frame revealing more of the bay as it rolled forward.

At first Jan had looked in dismay as the Mako pulled away, realising that it was not the vehicle meant for her. Then as she turned and saw the only other vehicle in the makeshift work bay, her dismay went from incredulity, to denial, shot up to white hot anger, then embarrassment before settling back down to incredulous denial. She had seen something like this before at a vintage motor show. But this...... thing, looked to have been hacked apart, mounted on a high frame suspension, given Mako wheels and.......... “Is that...... Is that a Cadillac”?

The tech beside her nodded. “Yeeeeep. Open top too. Found the chassis on top of a bar entrance. Engine and transmission were stripped but the frame was solid and big enough to mount a re-purposed Mako suspension”.

“But Whyyyyyy”.

Grandpa Pepper let out a sigh. “Reapers keep killing the tanks. Fewer parts make it back to us. We run out of chassis to fit them on. So we started scrounging. A Kodiak pilot plucked this off the bar as he passed for us. Gave the troops on her a show of precision flying. Damn apes went down the ropes and pretended to drive her as she was being hauled”. He stepped forward and raised his voice. “Junior! Is she ready yet”?

A head popped into view. Jan had to stretch her neck up to see an young adolescent look over the side down at her. “She's ready. Armour plating means she's twice as heavy but with this power plant in her, she'll move like...... like something really fast”.

“God's gift to the spoken metaphor”. Grandpa Pepper muttered under his breath. “You want to......” He turned to address Jan to find she wasn't there.

Instead, while he had been muttering, she had taken a running leap. Planted one foot on the side of the vehicle, and as her prosthetics registered the loss of traction, caused a ripple effect through her soles. Her feet instantly generated Van Der Walls force that kept her stuck to the surface as she used her momentum to climb up and into the vehicle cockpit.

The young man looked up at her in awe. “Wow”!

“Anything I need to know?” She asked as she squatted down in the drivers chair. She paused as she picked up a Kestrel helmet off the seat. “Yours”?

“No the drivers”. The man explained. “We didn't have time to fit it with holographic displays so I fitted all the information guages into that.

“So if I want to know how fast I'm going, I won't be able to use my naked eye's”? Jan wanted to explain the base problem with that idea, but paused...... I do like the look of this helmet. With a mental shrug to tugged it on and activated it's power source. The interior display immediately came to life and showed her everything as it had been before putting it on. Only with hovering displays indicating speed, direction, and a host of other things a driver needed to know.

“Hope that works.” Said the boy. I haven't had time to test it yet.

Jan made a strangled noise at the back of her throat. Et tu Gizmo.

“Anything else I need to know”?

“We stripped out the interior and made it so it can fit more people. We have a heavy cannon mount available on the back if you can find one. There's a VI in the helmet....... I designed it”. He added blushing. “And the high chassis mount and armour will make it a good platform to repel small arms fire to a point.” He leaned over her..... a little to closely she thought. “That's why I installed kinetic barriers along the topside.” He flipped a switch and the tell tale hum of a shield system came on. At the same time, her helmet display indicated the shields were on and charging. “Also.....”

“Alert!” Jan's Omni-tool flared into life as Gizmo and Pepper's did too. “Reaper inbound from orbital drop detected! Commence immediate evacuation of all camp personnel! I repeat.....”.

Jan cancelled her alert. “That's my cue to leave”.

“Wait”! Said Gizmo leaning over the side at Pepper. “How do we leave? Do we have an escape plan”?

“We'll bum a lift from someone. That's how these things work. Now get down from there.”

“No”! Wyld leaned over the side. “Your both coming with me. I'll need you. Get up here”!

Grandpa Pepper seemed to be about to say something when he suddenly ran off. What the.... Thought Wyld as he suddenly reappeared with a bag that he threw to Gizmo before clawing his way up the side and into the passenger well.

With everyone aboard Wyld hit the engine start. The vehicle roared to life and Jan sent it surging forward. To fast! She realised. Though taking it gently she had underestimated the power under the bonnet. The front wheels rose off the ground as the acceleration drove them into the side of the Command Mako. “Hijo De Mil PUTAS!” She cursed throwing the vehicle into reverse to unmount the tank. Putting it into forward again she cast a look at the Mako and saw that the antenna array was broken and bent. Won't be hearing from Radcliffe for awhile. As she drove for the camp exit she spotted Radcliffe and the rest emptying out of the command tent. Radcliffe, in particular, looked more irate than usual. She extended her thumb and little finger “CALL ME!” She yelled as she drove past.

Not waiting for a response she hit the pedal and took the vehicle up to as fast as she dared drive in the surrounding of a war torn London. Her HUD suddenly flashed a warning. “Collision alert?” She looked around but saw nothing. “Gizmo! Your driver assist VI needs work!”

“Maybe I set the height levels wrong”!

Wyld looked up and her HUD suddenly painted the outline of a shuttle flying towards the camp. “Unknown shuttle. Wave off approach! Reaper inboard from orbit! Your flying into a zone about to come under Reaper control!” She boosted the outbound signal as high she could. “Do you copy”?

Modifié par Redbelle, 29 juin 2013 - 07:59 .

[Kel Riever]

“Look out!” Arkeer grabbed Rea’s arm and pulled her back. The massive explosion from outside blew both the asari and krogan off their feet. Before she passed out, Rea saw a world lit up in red and on fire. 
 
When she finally came to, Rea was on her back, partially covered in the remnants of collapsed walls. Somehow, the building around her was still standing, but its exterior face had been removed. The ground outside and below seethed with molten rivers and burning pyres. Skeletal shadows of apartments and offices were all that remained of the city that the asari could see.
 
Ringing in Rea’s ears was barely subsiding but a heavy thumping broke through the sound veil and she rolled her head in its direction. Her slowly focusing eyes made out the image of Arkeer blasting away at two husks with his Eviscerator, dismembering them under a hail of shot. A third husk jumped on his back. The krogan grabbed it, threw it to the floor, and crushed its head under the heel of his boot. He turned to check on her at that moment and saw she was conscious.
 
“Not as delicate as I thought,” Arkeer chuckled. He strode over to the asari and lifted her upright. “That’s as close as it gets from a Reaper cannon, I would imagine.” 
 
Rea leaned heavily on Arkeer. The krogan didn’t seem to mind and handed her the Paladin she had dropped. She wondered, “The squad.   Any chance?”
 
“Not one. Those three husks were the only things I could see moving besides us. I don’t know about the salarian or anyone behind us, either.  We should keep going, though.”
 
Close to Arkeer and with her vision returning, Rea saw the right side of his face was significantly singed. The krogan seemed to ignore the pain it, or any of his previous wounds, might have caused him. Rea could only admire his courage, as much as she was aware of krogan hardiness. She staggered a bit as they went, but Arkeer’s strength provided the only handhold she needed.
 
The asari and krogan moved without incident through the rest of the interior. At the far end of the building, they found a stairway leading them down and to the streets. In the distance, the sounds of battle raged.  By that time, Rea felt light-headed, but well enough to walk on her own. She and Arkeer raised their weapons, covering each other as they went.
 
“Over there,” Arkeer suggested as he pointed to an opening between two structures. Staying in cover was their best bet and the duo moved into the alley, eyes peeled for trouble. Rea, who remained somewhat unsteady, accidentally kicked over a small rock pile. The sound startled a figure in the darkness at the other end of the alley, causing the krogan and asari to point their weapons. But the figure held up its hand and moved into the light. It was a Quarian.
 
Rea’s bright eyes looked the figure over. She lowered her pistol, and smiled, “Quarian Reapers? Well, there’s no surviving that. I surrender.”

[FuriousFelicia]

"Commander sir?" - said Zia lookin concerned- "Shouldn't we be picking up the team now that we have new priorities?"

"No!"- says the commander waving his hand - "They got their orders, and we have ours now...just not sure what..damn..how are we suppose..maybe.."

"What was that sir?" - asks Zia looking at the commander who was mumbling something to him self quietly - "Nothing Zia..you two should check your gear. I expect we'll be there in half an hour...I'm just gonna take a little nap in the cockpit." - said the commander and retires, leaving the two girls alone in the back

Zia was watching this young woman sitting across her as she nervously stroked her hands together. A gir looks at Zia, pausing for a moment, and then she asks with a shimmer in her voice

"Why wouldn't you help the biotics reinforce their barriers?"

"Can you hold a biotic field up for half an hour?" - says Zia

"No...but I can hold a singularity for half a minute." - the girl continues - "Anyway I don't think that would help much...but hey, didn't you train in the Fury program?" - says the girl in a more chearfull tone now

"Exactly." - goes Zia proudly- "But I can only hold a biotic field for roughly a minute and a half before my implants recalibrate. And trust me, that kind of field protects only me. ...well it can protect others as well if you take it that the best defence is a strong attack haha." - says Zia laughing like a Volus on a winning streak

"Youre name is Naomi right?"

"Naomi Brooks - nice to meet you. Zia...?" - asks Naomi waiting for Zia's last name

"Just Zia."

"What about your family name?"

"Hahaha..family name.. - laughs Zia looking at Naomi, making a brief pause as she continues -"I supose it's Alliance..yes Zia Alliance!" - says Zia curving her lip in a half smile - "Tell you what, if the war was over today..tommorow I'd be Zia T'loak - continues Zia smiling as she crosses her arms together

"T'loak!? So you are in some relations with Aria T'loak then? - says Naomi with a supprised look on her face

"Relations?...well I suppose you could call it that." - now the smile was cutting Zia's face in half as her head slowly tilted to side assuming a soft daydreamer's position. She stared at Naomi like that for a brief moment, but the girl seemed uncomfortable as she turned her gaze from Zia's blue eyes

"Umm..So..what dou you think they'll have us do when we get to central?"

"Portable shields."

"Huh?"

"Portable shields!"

"Damn it Zia, I'm trying to sleep in here!" - screams the commander from the cockpit

Zia leans forward slowly to Naomi watching the cockpit door. She starts to whisper

"Portable shields...if we focus our energy together, we could make a barrier large enough for the two of us...so amagine what ten biotics can do together."

"Well that's not so bad." - chearfully responds Naomi

"No way I'm posing as some statue in the middle of a s*** storm. Besides, the ways I move girl...let's just say I don't stop for walls." - says Zia, and leans back at her seat

"Tell you what though. We better stick together if this turns out no camping trip...suddenly I have a bad feeling about all this.." - Zia whispered to her self, with her brow revealing concern

Naomi looks frighetned at Zia as the light in the shuttle goes red

"This is it girls, we are hitting the dirt in exactlly two minutes!"

[MrStoob]

Elaine's turian commanding officer, Grelk, holds up his hand with a fist to halt the squad while pushing his finger against his ear piece, then looks ahead to the sky.

“****... Okay, people! Gather round.” he shouts, waving the squad over.

“Central's going mobile, no point trying to meet up. Those streaks of light falling over there are Reapers forces about to drop right on top them. New orders are to head to the hot zone and join with Hammer.”

“Hammerhead?” Nuran asks, “I thought we were just support to get them there?”

“Hammer's taken heavy losses.”

A few heads drop in the squad at the news.

“To get someone to that beam, we need every man we can throw at it.”

Nuran studies his omni-tool then shows his findings to his commander.

“Last reports said that this area here is at least passable. Reaper forces were thinned there when Hammer broke through. Hopefully, we can make it through in their wake. Still a good hike on foot though, sir. We're certainly playing catch up now.”

“Okay, we're gonna take ten, get some energy inside you, then we make for the meet. We're gonna have to double time it to be of any use but the Reapers ain't won today yet!”

“No, sir!”

Elaine sits on a fallen concrete pillar a little distance from the rest of the squad and removes her mask, then takes one of the dull tasting ration packs from her side pouch. Captain Grelk sits next to her, not close, but purposefully, and nods to her then begins sorting through his own rations. Elaine glances sideways.

“I'm ready for this.” she states.

“Oh I don't doubt it.” he responds with a knowing laugh.

“No. Not like that. I'm ready for action. I want you to know, I'm not going to be responsible for letting anyone down.”

“I don't doubt that either, Simpson.” he says, then just looks at her a moment as she stares blankly again.

“You need a minute?” he asks.

“If that's okay, sir. Just to focus, recharge myself.”

Gelkin stands and pats her shoulder.

“We move in five.” he says then moves to check on the rest of the squad.

Elaine looks around her squad mates. Her eye catches a human soldier's, and he gives a friendly salute with just a finger, a playful sign of respect and she returns a smile and just a blink. She almost doesn't hear her own breathing or the blood rushing through her ears for a moment, a period of strange calm in the midst of the most terrifying battle of their lives. The soldier stands and coyly walks to Elaine with a ration pack in hand.

“Apple pie?” he says.

“Hm?”

“Yea, I'm not much for the sweet stuff and I know the one you're eating there tastes like licking Tuchanka sand from between a krogan's toes.”

She frowns at him with a little disgust at the thought but cannot help a smile at his brash comment.

“Gee. Thanks.” Elaine says, looking at her ration pack now with some mock disgust, “Yea, I think I will have some pie after that.”

She takes the pack from him, opens it and takes a bite, then begins munching through the pie at quite a rate.

“Mm, sugar...” she says. “God, I need this. I'd have brought more protein packs if I'd known we were in for the long haul. Central moving around didn't help either...”

“Here.” he says, tossing her another pack. “You deserve it. You're the one getting us through this right now. And thanks. I dunno what problems you've had, and it's okay, I'm not gonna ask but... thanks. I can see this ain't easy for you.”

“Yea... thanks for the pie.” she waves the pack as he returns to the group then Elaine returns to her blank staring.

Modifié par MrStoob, 01 juillet 2013 - 06:39 .

[Khambilo]

The Asari and Krogan both readied their weapons.

“Don’t shoot!” Rothan yelled, throwing his arms up.

The pair looked confused, but slowly lowered their weapons, realizing him as a friendly, not a hostile. In the wake of the last attack, the only sensible idea that had come to Rothan’s mind was to find help, find friendlies. This Asari and her Krogan companion were the only people he had seen since he ran.

“He’s just a kid,” the Krogan mumbled to the Asari. He was clearly not making any attempt to hide this.

The Asari waved him off. “What’s you’re name?”

Rothan assumed a well-practiced salute. “Rothan’Vells Nar Ketsa, Asari Special Operations.”

They each shot him a look. The Krogan spoke up first. “Kid, I’m not sure how to break this to you, but you ain’t exactly blue and squishy.”

“No – I mean – I know,” Rothan stammered. “It’s hard to explain. I trained at the Biotics Academy on Thessia. It was part of my pilgrimage, you see and—“

“Wait,” the Asari cut him off. “You’re a biotic?”

“I – Yes.”

“Well, ain’t that something,” the Krogan chuckled. “This war just keeps getting more interesting.”

“I was separated from my unit,” Rothan continued hurriedly. “There was an explosion. I lost my bearings and – and I couldn’t find them, so I ran and—“

“Easy now,” the Asari said. “It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, trying to maintain his resolve. “It’s just that I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”

The Asari leaned forward, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Best thing for us to do right now is to link up with Central and get new orders. “

“We should be pressing on with the others for towards the beam,” the Krogan grunted.

“Then what?” the Asari said, turning back. “Without coordinating, with Allied forces, we’ll have no hope of succeeding. We might kill a ton of reaper ground forces –“

“Always a plus in my book,” the Krogan smiled.

“—but get ourselves killed and accomplish nothing in the process.”

The Krogan snorted, folding his massive arms. “Fine.”

“What about my squad?” Rothan chimed in. “I have to find them. They could be looking for me.”

The Asari looked away, her face darkening. Rothan knew what she was thinking, but there was no way that Reiza, Niria, or any of the others were dead. Rothan knew that the chances of finding them were slim, but he was not about to give up on them. They certainly never gave up on him.

“We do as the Asari says,” the Krogan said begrudgingly.

“If they were near you, then they might be trying to regroup at central as well,” the Asari offered, clearly trying to be optimistic for Rothan’s sake.

Rothan nodded. He could imagine Reiza giving an order like that.

“Okay,” Rothan at last said.

The Asari readied her pistol. “Can you keep up?”

Rothan nodded. Something about how he did that elicited a chuckle from the Krogan.

“I’m Rea by the way,” she said. She gestured to the Krogan. “My trigger happy friend here is Arkeer.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Rothan said. “Both.” He quickly added.

Arkeer drew his shotgun. “Yeah… this is gonna go great.”

Modifié par Khambilo, 30 juin 2013 - 11:38 .

[MrStoob]

Elaine's squad huddle at a building's corner.

“Can you see what it is yet?” Grelk asks of the Nuran, who is cloaked and attempting to get a view down the long street, debris and vehicles scattered along the road.

“Just occasional movement, can't get any detail this far away, sir. Could be one of ours. Just can't be certain.”

“Hm. Then we move up slowly and quietly for a better look.”

Nuran crouches low behind an abandoned vehicle and drops his cloak. Grelk signals to the team to move up and Nuran re-activates the cloak for a full charge to move up in point position. Taking the rear, Elaine lights up her biotic field, just in case, and creeps low up the street, ensuring no surprises from behind. Once around half way up, Nuran suddenly drops his cloak and stands.

“Friendlies! I can see... asari and krogan, maybe others, in the far building!” he shouts with relief back at the squad, indicating with his hand.

Suddenly, where he stood is just a flash as rachni on a neighbouring building pour forth a volley of their mutant acid spew upon him.

The soldier she spoke with drops low, a look of terror on his face.

“****! Did you ****ing see that?” he shouts, “****!”

“Stow it, Reynolds!” Grelk orders, “Stay in cover! They've got the street covered with a damn cross fire! Damn it, if those people walk onto the street they'll be fried.”

“I can try to make it through these buildings, sir.” Elaine offers as she shuffles towards his position, “Might be a way through to them.”

“Go on.” he resigns. “We don't exactly have options.”

“Sir.”

Elaine enters a blown out shop front, hoping to reach the end of the street through these stores, and hoping there is cover enough to make it to their comrades.

[favoritehookeronthecitadel]

The trio made their way towards Central. "Shouldn't be far." Rea assured the Krogan and Quarian. 

They carefully followed a trail to their destination, as Rea tried to use her omni tool to make contact with anyone. "Dammit," she mouthed, "I can't get a connection." 

"Maybe we can get one once we get closer," Rothan pointed out hopefully. 

"Or the systems could be down," Arkeer shot him down. "They could have been breached."

"I'd rather more optimistic," Rea shot a look at the Krogan, who shrugged in return.

The trail that they were walking on through looked like a barren wasteland. The sounds of Reapers blasting and explosions could still be faintly heard in the distance. There was nothing the 3 could do; Rothan's priority was finding his squad, and the Asari and Krogan were gravely injured. Rea noticed that Arkeer was beginning to wince, though she drew from the look in his eyes that he was as determined as ever. Rothan scanned for any dextro foods that could be valuable for Quarians and other medicines.

"Wow, I've never-" he stuttered.

"What's wrong?" Rea asked.

"I'm sorry, I've just- never seen this many bodies before. I've only seen a few in one place at a time."

"Yeah, it's ok, most people haven't." Rea tried to be comforting.

They were surrounded by ashes and corpses, and chunks of wall and glass shards were all that remained of peoples' homes. Rothan felt like they were getting lost, though Rea knew the route. "We're in the middle of nedas," he shook his head.

Bloody bodies of turian soldiers surrounded  the terrain, most of their eyes staring off into space; corpses of civillians were scattered everywhere. "There must've been a turian platoon assigned here." Rothan pondered. The trio continued through the dustbowl. Rea bent down to a child's body to check his pulse; there wasn't one. The child was around 3 or 4; they didn't appear to have any injuries. Instead, they were likely killed by the impact of an explosion. Other than being covered in dust, the boy laid there peacefully, as if he was sleeping.

"We should check for survivors before we go on ahead." Rea said.

"Alright, but only for a few minutes. We need to move." Arkeer reluctantly agreed.

They spent a few minutes checking bodies and removing pieces of rubble, only to find more corpses. None of them were alive. Not one was moving or twitching. No matter how many they digged through, everyone was long lost. Rea was speechless. A tear went down her cheek, and Rothan noticed. Rea quickly wiped it away and cleared her throat. "Alright, let's get moving." As she and Arkeer turned around, Rothan gave one last look at all of the bodies, before following.

"Damn, this Reaper war's been a hell of a ride. I'm surprised I haven't lossed a few balls along the way." Arkeer griped. 

But something stopped Rothan dead in his tracks. He heard a noise, and turned around.

"Baby? That you?"

Modifié par favoritehookeronthecitadel, 02 juillet 2013 - 08:26 .

[Khambilo]

The voice sent chills down his spine. It was Niria’s. Rothan whipped around several times, scanning the darkness for her.

“Over here.”

Then he saw her, sitting down in the shadows propped up against the remnants of a building.

“Niria!” He ran over to her. “It’s you! I thought--”

“You thought you out-performed an entire Asari Commando unit,” she coughed. “I think we both know you aren’t that good.”

Rothan chuckled at her joke, but quickly regained his composure as he crouched beside her.

Nearby, Rea moved in closer while Arkeer continued to keep an eye out for hostiles.

“Where are the others?” Rothan asked.

Niria looked away. “They were right beside me. You were too. Then that explosion…”

Rothan finally saw it. She was clutching her stomach as blood slowly oozed out of the large wound.

“She’s hurt!” Rothan called back to Rea. He scrambled around his body, searching every pocket for medi-gel.

“Here,” Rea said. She holstered her pistol and procured a container of medi-gel from her pack. Rea quickly crouched by Niria’s side and began administering the drug.

“You’re a member Rothan’s squad I take it,” Rea said.

“Yeah, Baby and I go way back to academy days,” Niria wheezed. Her body began to relax under the soothing effects of the medi-gel.

“Baby?”

Niria smiled. “Just our little nickname for Rothan. He’s only nineteen.”

Rea returned the smile. “Oh, I get it.”

Rothan watched nervously. A wound that size… They would have to get her to central quick. There would be medics there. People that could help her.

“Let this kick in, okay,” Rea said soothingly. Then she shot a look back to Rothan. Slowly she rose and took Rothan aside.

“That wound looked pretty bad,” Rothan whispered.

Rea nodded. “It looks like shrapnel.”

“She’s not going to make it, is she?” Rothan was trying to keep his voice from cracking.

Rea paused, as if considering what to say.

“Please, just tell me,” Rothan pleaded.

“I don’t know,” She said. “If we can get her to Central maybe, but I don’t know how we’re going to get her there.”

“I’ll carry her,” Rothan immediately offered.

“That could make her wound worse.”

“Plus if we run into an ambush, we’ll be like sitting pyjacks,” Arkeer added from a few feet away. It was clear that in addition to keeping watch, he had been eavesdropping. “It would be better to just leave her.”

“They’re right Rothan.”

It was Niria. All this time, Rothan never considered that she could be listening in.

“No, no, no,” Rothan said rushing to her. “You guys would never do that. You never left me behind. Remember back on Lusia. I was sick and—“

“This is different,” Nira interjected. “Besides, you were our Baby.” She laughed at that. Then her toned darkened. “Reiza always had a soft spot for you. I guess I did too.”

“Stop,” Rothan demanded. “Don’t talk like that. We’re getting you out of here.”

He bent down, carefully hoisting her up by the arm to her feet. She grunted. It was clear that even this small action was causing her immense pain.

“Step aside,” Arkeer said moving forward.

“She’s my responsibility,” Rothan shot back. “I can do this.”

“We won’t move fast enough,” he returned. “I’ll carry her. You and Rea coordinate your biotics and cover me.”

Rothan pondered the proposal for a second before realizing the Krogan was right. Slowly he shifted Niria, over to Arkeer who winced a little as he deftly picked her up off the ground and took her in both of his arms. Niria whimpered a little, but she looked far more secure in the Krogan’s arms. Arkeer was right. Despite his own wounds, they would move faster if he were carrying Niria. He grimaced a little, clearly perturbed by the whole situation.

Rea placed a hand on Rothan’s shoulder. “Go scout out up ahead. I’ll stabilize her.”

Rothan nodded then looked to Niria. “You’re going to be just fine.”

Niria simply nodded back.

Rothan turned and ran off in the direction they were about to go. Meanwhile, Rea moved in to administer another dose of medi-gel.

“This should ease the pain somewhat,” Rea said. “We’ll get you help.”

“I think we both know that I’m beyond help,” Niria said, coughing. “I know I don’t have long... So if I don’t get a chance… tell Rothan that the rest of the squad… that they…”

“They didn’t make it?” Rea asked.

NIria’s face scrunched up, a combination of physical pain and true sorrow, as she nodded.

“We’ll let him know,” Arkeer returned.

“Thank you,” Niria whispered. She reclined her head back, succumbing to the anesthetics.

Rea glanced up to Arkeer. Their expression was the same. Grim. Tired. Maybe even a little nervous. They both waited in silence for a moment. Rea continued to monitor Niria’s vitals on her omnitool. They were fading fast and neither Rea nor Arkeer were looking forward to having that particular conversation with Rothan.

Rothan returned moments later, panting. “We've got a problem...”

Modifié par Khambilo, 02 juillet 2013 - 03:29 .

[FuriousFelicia]

"Commander, we are approaching the central base, but there's no responce from the flight commad" - says the pilot

"What's the situation looking out there?" - asks the commander
"Don't know sir, but I'm picking up some heavy activity on the radar...doesn't look good from up here at all sir.
I think I see a good spot...hold on everyone, making approach."

"Ok. Zia, Naomi, when we land, I want you to stick to me - no matter what. Zia you be ready to do your thing in case of any unwanted welcoming party." - says the commander giving Zia a wink

"How are we doing there?" - shouts the commander at the pilot
"So far, so good...I have almost zero visibility from all this damn smoke..." - but just as the pilot was finishing his sentence, the loud sound of explosion goes of, and the shuttle begins to rock about - "Whoa hat was close!"
"Watch it back there! We are being targrtet by an unknown source..."
"What do you mean, an unknown source?" - screams the commander from the back

"Wait..I think the smoke is clearing up...yes...I think I see one of our mako's down there..but the HQ seem to...wait a minute...what's that...

R a v a g e r ! - screams the pilot

"We have a ravager lock...sir! I suggest you prepare for an emegency drop..these things hardly ever miss.." - but just as the pilot was explaining the drill, the thunderous blast hitting the shuttle sillences everything else

"We are hit, we are hit...going down! - jells the pilot - "Hold down...I'll try to set her down as gently a possible..oh no..I hate being right...we've got a nother one incomming..brace for impact!" - and just as he was saying this, a loud explosion echoes the shuttle, and a burst of fire blazes from the cockpit, blasting the crew in the back to the floor.
The shuttle was now looking as a blazing komet comming  nose down, as the two mutant abominations were admiring their handiwork from a near by ridge, slowly backing up and out of sights, they dissapear behind a hill top. The shuttle impacted the ground setting debris of rock and mettal in to the air, risig dust and smoke all around.
The stern was sticking half way out of the dirt with the bow stuck in the ground, sticked like a well thrown spear. The inside of the craft was in pitch black wit a strobe of electrical surges from damaged consoles. The air was a combination of burned rubber and acid, or so it smelled.

"Zia!" - echoes a frail female voice in the darkness- "Zia are you all right?" - but there ws no responce

"Argh...Naomi, Zia...whats your... status.." - the commanders voice cries in agony

"Commander!" - shouts Naomi - "I can't see you, are you alright...I can't find Zia..."

"treheee....try to find a flash..light...argh..they should be somewhere under the seats...aaa.." - the commanders voice was quiet and his words inconsisted, clearly reveling the pain as he struggled to catch breath. Naomi couldn't see anything, but she was putting every effort to find those lights in the dark.

"Sir?.... Sir! Are you there?" - cries out Naomi but with no responce from the commander
"..wait..I got it..there it is.." - says Naomi waving a flashlight - "Commander!" - desperately shouts Naomi seeing her commander laying in a pool of blood, with half of his body trapped beneath a large piece of metal plate. Zia was right next to him, but not trpped like the commander. The pile of dirt and rocks was now standing where once stood the cockpit door. The pilot had been burried in side as the whole front part of the craft was now under ground. Naomi reached to Zia and the commander to check their vital signs. Zia was out conscious, but her pulse was steady. The commander, however, had no vital signs. Naomi removed Zia's mask trying to wake her up.

"Zia...Zia..wake up..we have to get out of here fast..come on Zia" - cried Naomi desperately, slapping Zia's face to wake her up.
Zia's head moves a bit, and her eyes start to slowly open - "..where..where are we?" - moans Zia finally at the sight of Naomi's worried face staring back at her, holding a tear of joy seeing her friend alive

"We crashed. The commander is.." - Naomi stops half way and looks at the commander's bloodied body

"He's not dead." - responds Zia taking a look at a half - man laying beside her "Trust me, this man is harder to down than a krogan driving an Atlas mech. That plate will be hard to move though, but we can't stay here..."

"Are you alright?" - Naomi asks 

"I'll be fine." - responds Zia rubbing her head - "Now to get out of this tin can.." - says Zia and pushes against the door, but with no succsess - "Damn, it's stuck, and the console is fried... - goes Zia and stops for a moment thinking

"Wait, let me try something here..stay clear.." - says Zia and takes a stance in front of the blocked door. With her hands close together as if she's holding a ball, she concentrates, the darkness suddenly brakes in pale blue light radiating around Zia's hands, and a soft deep hum files the space as a projectile fires of Zia's hands and in to the door.

"Nothing..not even a dent." - says Zia scratching her head

"Maybe we should try together." - says Naomi, but before she finished,  a loud roar comes from out side, folowed by a thunderous sound that felt like a stampede comming towards them.

"What's that?" - asks Naomi looking terrified at Zia

"Not sure...could be.." - a heavy bash to the side of the shuttle suddenly leaves a dent on the door, making an outline of something big ramming the craft. The roar was now very loud, suggesting that something monsterous is just out side of the shuttle

"It's a brute." - says Zia givig  Naomi a concerned look. The noise was now getting heavier as the beast was trying to brake in side.

"Oh my god, you are bleeding!" - says Naomi looking at Zia's bloodied shoulder

"It will have to wait." -says Zia - "First we have to get out of this mess.. Listen..I will go outside, get that wild boar, and find some can opener" - goes Zia, putting her mask back on

"You're gonna get out?" - says Naomi watchig Zia in disbelief - "And just how do you plan on accomplishing that, may I ask?"

"Hey gir. " - says Zia giving Naomi her trade mark semi - smile 
"Remember?  I don't stop for walls." - but suddenly, sounds of weapons fire comming from outside take away the moment as the two in side stop to listen what's going on

"Woohoo! Reinforcments have arrived!" - yelles Zia - "I see them, I's our troops!"

Modifié par FuriousFelicia, 02 juillet 2013 - 03:51 .

[Kel Riever]

“What kind of problem,” Rea had barely asked when a projectile impacted on the wall near her. Instinctively, she ducked. Two targeting lasers were illuminated by the particles in the air, and traced through the alley towards the group.
 
Rothan yelled, “Ravagers!”
 
Arkeer, Rea and Rothan knew what was coming next. Each ran back the way they had come as ordinance blasted into the alley.  When they dumped ou to the streets, automatic weapons fire filled the air around them.   The closest safe point was behind the shell of a large truck, and the group raced to it. 
 
Niria’s face was twisted in pain. Arkeer laid her down as gently as he could, “This is bad. We’re pinned down and as soon as the Ravagers have a shot through that alley, they’ll blow us into mist. I’m going to clear this zone so we can get a better position.” Eviscerator at the ready, the krogan rolled out from the left side of the truck and charged into the fire.
 
Desperately, Rea screamed, “Arkeer!” Knowing his chances were slim, she sprinted out from the other side. In the open, they were vulnerable. Ahead, she saw Arkeer fearlessly bolting towards a group of Marauders. Rea’s training took over. She cast a crushing warp at one Marauder, barely within range, and fired her Paladin to down its shield. Then, having recovered enough stamina, she cast another mass effect field at her target, causing a biotic explosion and sending the Marauder flying. Rea dispatched two more of the Reaper possessed turians in the same way, and she dove behind a low concrete divider in the middle of the road. Then she heard movement from her right.
 
Rea spun, staying close to the wall she had protected herself with. A Marauder strode towards her, leveling its weapon. She warped it, staggering it momentarily, before raising her pistol and firing. The Paladin made the hollow click of an overheated gun. Panicked, Rea desperately grabbed for a thermal clip, but fumbled it. The Marauder steadied itself and pointed its Phaeston at her.
 
A thunderclap filled Rea’s ears and the Marauder burst into pieces. She glanced back at the truck, where she saw Rothan peering with his hand extended. He had used his powers to stack on hers and cause the biotic detonation that finished off the Marauder.  
 
Nodding, Rea called to Rothan, “Tell your academy friend you officially graduated as far as I’m concerned.” Arkeer’s battle cry brought her attention back to the fight. Rea peeked over the divider to see the krogan putting an end to the few Marauders immediately around him, but beyond, she spotted the lumbering gait of more enemies. 
 
An incoming transmission broke through on Rea’s com line. Interference was thick, but the message could be heard, “This is Captain Grelk, responding to Lieutenant Lassin. Lassin, are you there?”
 
“Affirmative! This is Lassin. Captain, we could really use assistance!”
 
“Got it. Hold tight, we are trying to come to you. My sniper spotted your position and we have people on the way.” The voice faded in a cloud of static. 
 
Rounds began landing on the divider Rea hid behind. She tried raising the Captain back on her com, “I don’t know if you can still hear me. Jamming is likely, but we are at position 4825. Repeat, 4825, and we’ll hold on as long as we can. We have wounded and there aren’t many of us, but we’ll do what we must.”
 
An Alliance shuttle passed a fair distance overhead, trailing smoke. Rea knew it would be going down somewhere in the vicinity, though she couldn’t tell exactly where. All she could think about was that it might actually have a better chance at surviving than she did at the moment.

Modifié par Kel Riever, 03 juillet 2013 - 12:14 .

[Redbelle]

Static hissed as Wyld's Omni tool struggled to find the frequency of the shuttle. A Reaper was on it's way down. The shuttle had to get clear.

And then in the space of a heartbeat, both points became moot as the shuttle came under fire.

Later she would view the experience as surreal. The Kestrel helmet that, unpowered, was as effective as metal blindfold, was working to project the outside view onto her helmet's interior. Displaying not only the surroundings she could see, had she not worn it, but also her vehicle's instrumentation and, in the case of the faraway shuttle, it's outline through a smoke filled sky. So at first she had been uncertain what was happening when part's of the outline suddenly flew away as the main silhouette shuddered. The answer came as the sounds of heavy weapon fire arrived on the heels of seeing parts of the shuttle scatter away from the main body.

She gripped the shift and threw the vehicle into a higher gear, thoughts of the Reaper momentarily forgotten as the vehicle bumped over the terrain.

Pepper seemed bounce onto the side seat where he clung on for dear life. “Not so fast”!

“Shuttles inbound. Taking fire”. She said somewhere between a cry and a growl. “We need to get over there”.

Pepper's face whitened but he grabbed the seat harness and strapped himself in. Bringing up his Omni-tool he busied himself and moments later, Wyld's HUD seemed to splutter.

“Hey”!?!

“I'm linked in and marking the shuttles approach. The flight path should be projected now. Let me see if I can do anything else”.

Jan looked back up at the shuttle. She saw it and two windows. One would have been most likely been the path to Central. The other seemed to project it's current course and indicated the landing zone as being in a relative clearing.

That was when the shuttle seemed to explode.

One minute it was there. The next it had all but vanished as a cloud of jagged white objects obscured the shuttle, complemented by a sudden glow of colour ranging from orange to white.

Pepper looked up. “Got you some infra-red. You should see if the engines are still running”.

Jan bit back a curse and threw the vehicle into a turn as the landing zone suddenly shifted radically. Pepper grabbed the sides and nearly shouted when the shuttle finally broke through the smoke filled sky. “Oh my sainted aunt's”. Was all he could utter as a flaming shuttle pierced the smoke like a fiery javelin. Jan stopped looking on. Her HUD had already told her the relative crash zone.

“Can you lose the changes”. She yelled, banging the side of her helmet. “I can barely see to drive”. The HUD abruptly went back to normal. “Thanks”.

Pepper looked puzzled. “But.... I didn't do anything”.

Jan was about to ask when Gizmo yelled from behind them. “There's something wrong above the camp”!

Jan didn't have time to turn, but abruptly a screen opened off the left of her HUD showing the back view. Above central, a mass of black cloud seemed to be gathering. It roiled and churned and Jan could have sworn she saw something in the centre. A faint red glow that the blackness seemed to swallow as quickly as it parted to reveal the ominous fiery hue.

Gizmo's arm suddenly shot out from her side. “There's the shuttle”

Jan saw it, and saw that it had company. A lone Brute was taking swipes at the shuttle remains sticking up out of the ground. Jan had a moment of remembering an old vid her mother had made her watch when she was little. A wicked lady had fallen from a great height and buried herself, head first, up to her waist, with only her stocking's and feet poking out of the ground. She shook it off and reached over for her rifle. “Pepper, put your hand on the wheel”!

“Since when I am called Pepper”! He yelled, reaching over. “What are you......”? But Jan had already unbuckled her harness and had her right leg up with her foot resting on the side. With her rifle steadied in her right hand she was aiming the vehicle with her left just off to the side of the Brute. Her left foot flat on the gas pedel. “Your not thinking......”!!!

“Get ready to pull the wheel towards you and don't stop!” She yelled back. “And yes! I'm not think..........” Whatever she had been saying was lost as in a motion, she had wrenched the wheel towards Pepper, who took the hint pulled the wheel towards him as fast as he could, making as tight a turn as possible at high speed.

Jan meanwhile had pushed away from vehicle, hard, just as it had begun to make it's turn. She sailed through the air, towards the Brute who still had it's back to them, but had sensed something and was just starting to turn.

Modifié par Redbelle, 02 juillet 2013 - 08:27 .

[Redbelle]

To late.

Jan's feet splayed out as she landed on the Brutes back and remained there as her feet kept their grip on the Brutes exoskeletal armour. Giving her the purchase she needed to bring the rifle up and over the Brutes back, past it's protruding bones and point it at the brutes massively curving spine. She squeezed the trigger and kept it down.

The effect was immediate.

The Brute spun like a mad ballerina, it's arms flailing behind it, trying to dislodge it's unwelcome occupant and squash it against the side of the shuttle. Jan managed to dodge twice, somehow keeping her finger down and rifle pointed while Brute blood splattered against her armour.

The Brute swung again with it's gigantic arm and Wyld, seeing it coming, released her grip and was sent flying just before the arm could grab her. She rolled to a stop, came up with rifle poised. Hit the trigger again. It hissed back at her. Thermal clip, spent. The Brute spun and glared at her as she rose and threw the rifle to one side as she activated her Omni-tool.

Then a thunderous roar seemed to piece the sky that stopped both in their tracks and caused them to look at the sky. And Wyld gasped.

The black cloud from before had completely changed. No longer black. It was a seething furnace of fire and smoke that seemed to spread out across the sky. At the centre, a blood red eye, small at first, then growing larger and larger grew more and more apparent.

Then the Reaper, it seemed so long now since they had first been told of it's coming, shot out from the cloud of fire and smoke like a missile and hit the ground.

The ground seemed to heave up from underneath her. One moment she was on her feet, the next, she was on her back, in the air, then falling heavily on the ground. She struggled to her feet..........

…....... and was blown over again as a cloud of dust and wind knocked her onto her side. It was over as nearly as it had begun. And when she looked up, she saw the Reaper, sent from on high to destroy their central.

Staggering to her feet, she was mildly satisfied to see the Brute getting back up as well. “You know......” She said, hitting her Omni-tool's drone release switch and catching the orb in her palm. “......Call me Cat6, but so far, it's been a helluva day for us peace loving flesh sacks”. The orb flashed and in it's place Wyld gripped the handle of a mass effect field shaft that went down to the ground, ending in a head with a razor tipped sharp edge that glinted orange in the hue of the red sky. Hefting her axe she squared off against the Brute. “So how about you run off before I get cranky”?

The Brute bellowed and lurched forward, at the same time Wyld began running towards her adversary. The Brute swiped once more with it's massive arm, intent on catching this annoying fly in it's claw, snapping her in half, squeezing the life out of her before slamming her body against the ground again and again till there was nothing but a stain to grow dry and fade to dust. He swung. And when his claw moved through the space where that creature had been, she was no longer there.

Success. The feeling boiled over until it looked at it's claw and finding nothing in it.

Jan meanwhile had hitched a ride. Using her foot to catch the outside of the claw and adhering to it long enough for the Brute to complete it's swing, whereby she had detached and was now behind the Brute, kneeling on top of the shuttle.

“Hey in there”! She banged the roof with her axe. “Could anyone alive stand away from the door please? This'll probably hurt otherwise”!

The banging attracted the Brutes attention who, seeing the gnat atop the shuttle, bellowed in rage and flew at where Wyld stood, holding her ground. The massive arm raised up high to strike the final blow. Jan steeled herself as the arm came down.

The Brutes blow tore through the door of the shuttle above which Wyld had been standing. The metal screeched as it came undone and the door, caught on the Brutes claw, ripped away revealing two more gnats to squash. The Brute tried to raise it's arm to find the door still clinging onto it. He shook it free and turned to finish the other two when it heard a cry from above.

“WOOOOOOO”!!!

Jan flew down from the sky where she had leapt before the Brute's blow had landed. Her legs easily handling the feat...... a little to well as she had risen higher and higher. She began to wonder if they were as adept at taking a fall as propelling her against gravity. Those thoughts had left however as she saw the Brute about to rip into the shuttle interior and it's occupants. The fall had given her enough time to setup where to land the blow as she spotted the Brute's neck jutting out from it's body. Just like that time when one had nearly torn her squads scout to pieces. Back then she hadn't had anything to attack that weak spot.

Now she had.

The blade cleaved through the spinal stalk without slowing. Jan meanwhile brought both legs down hard and her prosthetics absorbed the impact without complaint. As she stood something heavy and wet fell in front of her eye's. She looked down and saw the Brutes head rolling to a stop just in front of the shuttle entrance where two women stood gawking.

“Hi”! She said with a smile. “Jerry-Ann Wyld, Alliance Corpsman. Where's your emergency”? She asked as the body of the Brute toppled onto it's back behind her. “Although if it can wait a moment......... I...... think I'm..... gonna barf now”!

And with that she ran behind the Brute's body and retched.

Modifié par Redbelle, 02 juillet 2013 - 10:00 .

[Redbelle]

Far above the battle the Reaper raised itself up from the crater of it's landing and surveyed everything before it.It's eye's flared, a burning yellow, used to seeing across the vastness of space, able to spot a speck of cosmic dust dancing on the back of invisible strings of solar winds. And now, compelled to use it's vast power to look for a signal...... It had found the signal. Sent out by the little creatures, reaching out to each other as it's kind went about their work. But as it had begun to move towards it, the signal had vanished.

Coming through the planetary layer's of gases had momentarily clouded it's vision for a short while. When it had broken through however, the signal remained absent. All the little creatures were moving. Fleeing, from where they and signal had been. Anger! The Reaper had sped it's way on down, determined to catch those underneath it and stop any more of the little creatures trickery. It's Mass Effect fields, fully engaged when it hit the ground. Protecting it from harm even as it saw the devastation to the surrounding area it had caused. It felt, satis-faction? Glad that it had used it's awesome power and might. Hungry to use more.

These little creatures that possessed audacity. Confront it's kind? They would learn their place. Learn it or be ground to dust. Vaporised. They were disgusting! And somewhere in the back of a medley of screeching and shouting and cries and calls for it to show these little creatures it's wrath, a small, quiet voice that it could not silence cut through the discord.

You were like them once.

The Reaper bellowed. A howl that both drowned out the voice within and stirred the others. The quiet was buried under the turmoil of rage. It bellowed again. It saw a tower in the distance, still standing, still defiant. The Reaper opened it's oculi and with a roar, unleashed a fury that  led upto the building. The beam sliced it clean in two. It crumbled as the Reaper began to turn. It's rage having reached fever pitch. The vile creatures did know the glory and power of that which they would spurn.

It would show them the error of their way's.

Modifié par Redbelle, 03 juillet 2013 - 07:30 .

[MrStoob]

Elaine slows her running through the corridors to a graceful long step, head cocked, trying to work out just what the hell is going on outside. The blasts of biotics are a good sign, indicating friendlies and Reaper deaths, and that they haven't been slaughtered by ravagers just yet, but they may still need support. Reaching the wall at a large storage area at the end of the block, she tries the heavy security door to the outside. Locked. Elaine doesn't carry ordinance enough for this. She paces back and forth a few times then backs up, staring at the wall and readying her sub-machine gun.

“I hate doing this...” she says, rocking on her feet in a running position.

She flashes out of sight, using her biotics to disperse herself for a moment to reform on the other side of the wall.

She appears on the street with the guttural “Haaa!” many use to counter the nauseating effects of the technique, which is quickly followed by “Huuu!” as she comes face to face with a Reaper brute and it roars as it rears up, seemingly as surprised as she is. Seeing that the misty tendrils of her biotic field have already begun to wisp around the creature, she throws out a biotic attack and flashes left to avoid retaliation. Elaine wishes now that she hadn't eaten quite so much earlier. Quickly glancing sideways to see the result, the brute staggers in the biotic blast while cannibals and marauders are strewn around the street so she follows up with a biotic field to penetrate the larger beast's core and stagger it again, sapping its resources. Backing up, she fires her weapon into the beast's upper body, needing to recharge herself after this flurry of biotic activity.

Still surprised by this dramatic appearance into the fray, Rea pops her head up from behind the central divide to see the brute glowing under the biotic field and throws a warp attack. The brute cannot withstand this final blast and falls. The remaining dazed marauders begin returning to their feet so Elaine flashes back to join Rea behind cover.

“Hi!” Elaine says cheerily as she appears, having now chosen the 'gallows humour' approach rather than pouring her despair on her colleagues, then she holds up a finger, “One moment.”

She pulls off her mask and immediately vomits to one side, wipes her mouth with the edge of her hood then replaces her mask.

“Ha! Okay! I'm good!”

She flashes off again towards the marauders, her biotics replenished. Before igniting the field to dispense with these creatures, Elaine physically attacks some, with her fists. Even if biotically charged, hand-to-hand combat against any of the Reaper forces is ill-advised. Marauders are notorious for being tough in these scenarios but Elaine has welcomed it, initiated it.

“What in the name...?” Rea says to herself as she looks on, then begins trying to assist by taking out the peripheral ones with her weapon but Elaine's erratic flashes in and out of view don't make it easy.

The pain of watching a child, then a husband, skewered on a 'Dragon's Tooth' cannot be surpassed. Even though she reels under the thuds of marauder retaliations, it's just an inconvenience. With a primal scream, Elaine finally throws her attack to detonate her field and finish off this final threat, body parts dispersed across the area. Then she just stands looking at the destruction, a wide gait, fists at her sides, shaking slightly, her heavy breathing visible.

“Goddess...” Rea says as she steps slowly forward.

Elaine's head turns quickly towards Rea, initially with the red mist of revenge still in her, but she steadies herself, calms her mind before speaking.

“Thanks...” she says, walking up to Rea, removing her mask then holding out her hand, “...but not quite. Corporal Simpson.”

Modifié par MrStoob, 04 juillet 2013 - 08:05 .