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[sH0tgUn jUliA]

The metal plate made a rolling noised after it impacted the floor of the gym. Aria had all she could do to remain quiet looking at the dent in the floor, her eyes having adjusted to the very low light of the room. She and Iole were semi-hidden in dark corners.  Aria was crouched atop of a padded pillar that was built into the corner of the room. Ropes dropped and mercs began to rappel down, checking their weapons when they landed.

 

The merc commander landed, a Batarian and Aria recognized him, but he was the enemy now. “Follow me. Through that door and down the corridor.”

 

Aria blasted the group with a biotic flare and Iole opened up with her Hellbringer, the rounds ripping through them especially at this close range. Some tried to escape and Aria used her biotic lash to snag them and knock them off their feet and finished them off with her shotgun.

 

“I’ll have to have a new floor installed. Nice gun. I want one. Tell me about it later,” Aria said and strutted to the exit, “Come on. Let’s get out of here. Set some anti-personnel mines on the floor on your way out. They’re in the locker outside the door. I’ll open it. I’ll send Jenus back to you.” She stopped and used her thumb print to open the locker, then turned to Iole, and had a difficult time saying it before she left. “Thanks.”

[TheMajonese]

One of the krogans got hit against his helmet and stumbled backwards. A part of his helmet was blown apart, with an angry growl he grabbed the remaining parts of it to throw it away. Then, still dazed, the krogan looked around to seek for a target- and found Arian up in the small lounge.

 

Arian was too busy firing at too many targets at once. No matter how many attackers he killed or forced into their cover, there were always more. After reloading the third thermal clip in a row Arian started to wonder how many troops these attackers tried to throw at the Afterlife. There were always more moving through the entrance, ignoring the bodies of their comrades. From his position he had a good line of sight and could see the two asari move behind the YMIR wreck. He used his tactical scan on the one with commando leather and redied one of the two incendiary grenades he had taken from Essul.

 

From the corner of his eye he saw the charging krogan and jumped to the side. 

 

When the krogan's attack missed Arian kicked him in the side and send him into the remains of a sofa. With a raging roar the krogan turned to Arian and jumped at him, his fist aiming for a heavy blow against the turian's face. Arian launched himself against the krogan, dodging the attack and letting the attacker run into Arian's knife. The long blade entered the krogans head through the eye killing him immediately. 

 

Arian was too surprised by his successful attack to realise that the momentum of the krogan carried them both against the wall next to the stairs that led to the second level of the club. The impact was bearable but Arian was buried under the corpse and it took him several seconds to move the heavy body off of him. 

 

The sound of an explosion attracted his attention and when he looked up he saw something being flung over his head. While slowly getting back on his feet and recovering from the last attack Arian didn't thought that this thing he was seeing was one of his team members.

[Cainhurst Crow]

Vayne ran out of firestorm fuel as he torched the last krogan charger, or so he had thought. But as he flames subsided, Vayne saw that the enemy hadn't been as foolishly single minded as he thought. He figured they'd thrown all they had in the last charge, espeically with that huge bastard they sent barrelling in here.

 

Turns out the best was in the asari they had in this group, whose barrier had absorbed whatever damage his firestorm's last bits of fuel could do. Vayne growled as he tossed aside the weapon, knowing how to deal with a barrier. He drew out his N7 Eagle and aimed it at the Asari, holding down the trigger as he fired off into the corridor and at the barrier, aiming to drain it as much as possible. He fired another shot from his Bakara shotgun, out of grenades as he gritted his teeth.

 

"Come on you bastards, Step out of that barrier and show us that dumbasses you are!!!" The krogan yelled down as the barrier dropped, and the asari ducked behind cover. He smiled, than the smile dropped as he saw the asari instead unleash a biotic lift, hitting Mira as vayne ran to get in front of her and hopefully keep any stray shots hitting her. He hadn't counted on another asari, and as the throw passed his face a good feet in front of it, vayne had little time to react as the biotic explosion detonated.

 

The krogan was sent stumbling towards the side, one of his ears going temporarily deaf as he slide into cover by accident, working to stand up. He looked around, trying to spot where the asari had went, when he heard someone shouting from behind them.

 

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"MIRA!!!!" Essul shouted as he saw the commanding officer go flying, eyes wide as her trajectory sent her flying, smacking near next to his position before flying down to the ground. He watched as she went, grasping the Widow in his hand as he got up from his position, dull and constant pain radiating from his shoulder from the weapons use as he ran forward and leaped off of his cover position, landing in a crouch a couple feet away from her body.

 

His legs armor absorbed the kinetic force, and he rushed as quickly as he could over to the downed asari, searching his vest for any medigel he had left as he approached her. Her back was injured and bleeding, small lacerations from the glass visible. Cautiously, Essul stepped over her and turned to see her front, hoping there wasn't more severe injuries than that.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Irina whipped out her trusty 12 gauge. Took aim at the asari who just fired the throw, and fired. The tungsten tri-ball ripped through her barriers and through her commando leathers, tearing a five inch diameter hole in her abdomen and knocking her back. The asari stood motionless then slumped to the floor. The second Asari quickly put up her personal barrier and moved forward. At least she won't be able to work as a pair. Irina thought.

 

Avan sent out a combat drone in the direction of the Asari to take down her barrier, and fired at her with his tempest SMG. This weakened hit further, and Irina saw the barrier begin to flicker, and raised up and fired the second barrel at her. The results were similar. Both Asari were down. She speed reloaded.

 

"Told ya, Vayne."

 

Most of the wave was down. It looked like there would be another lull. Suddenly the wall on the right hand side of the long foyer was being shot from the outside was being ripped to shreds. When it crumbled a gunship came into view.

 

"Run!" Irina screamed. "Get inside! Shut the door!

 

The ship dropped off a dozen more mercs and an Atlas mech, and the gunship provided covering fire while making the drop off. Staying behind the bar was impossible as the bar began to crack and crumble. Irina stayed prone and crawled back to the entrance to the Afterlife. The pilot of the gunship saw this and moved to flank. This gave a brief pause, and she got up and sprinted the rest of the way inside diving and rolling down onto the floor just as the gunship opened fire again.

 

Tallis kept trying to get the door to close, but the gunship's fire had damaged the mechanism.

 

****

 

In lower Afterlife another squad of mercs arrived and began assaulting Aria's position.

[Redbelle]

As soon as Anika saw the gunship she knew it was time to move.

 

"FALL BACK! FALL BACK"! Putting action to words, Anika turned on her heel and sped away, getting past the bar and then further round till she was clear of it and heading to the second level stairs under Aria's office.

 

Around that time, the gunship opened fire.

 

Anika missed the spectacle as her back was turned but she remembered her barrier's failing as block sliver's nicked her shields. Then he remembered some thing or things slamming into the heavy armor on her back and being practically thrown forward and down the stairs where she bounced and rolled till she came to an undignified heap at the bottom of the stairs. Her breathing was short and sharp as diagnostics appeared in her helmet's HUD. Multiple hits to her upper back that had penetrated the surface layer and driven themselves deep into the heavier plate armor underneath. The HUD showed the entry points that swept from where her ribs were to her right shoulder.

 

She'd been lucky.

 

The shots had been intended to suppress and as such the gun barrel had been moved to rake the interior of Afterlife, causing confusion while the other soldiers moved.......

 

Wait.... raking afterlife? With that tunnel......

 

Oh.

 

Anika flipped herself slowly, feeling the impact of the shots her amour had barely stopped and looked to see the walls of afterlife being practically shredded from the gunships fire pattern. To say they were being demolished was an understatement. To say the inside of Afterlife was fast joining the outside was fairly accurate as gunship fire caused the walls to explode and crumble. Masonry and bits of metal crumpled, the noise hidden by the sustained fire of the mini-gun. It's fire still raking instead of sustaining in any one place. The act was proving to have a benefit in that the fire was churning what it hit into dust that was starting to obscure the interior, preventing visual targeting.

 

'Green'. Anika thought to herself as she reached for her Typhoon and dragged it back and lifted it. Her back would probably be a mass of bruises when she took it off afterwards. She didn't doubt there would be an afterwards. In the meantime, it was time to alter the terms of the engagement. All the heavy weapons their opponent's had were going to take their toll unless they did something and with the walls being destroyed, the dust cover might prove to be a short term respite.

 

"All team member's still standing......". She said through  gritted teeth. ".....We need that gunship down.... Anything we have left, hit it and prepare to receive more incoming".

 

Her armor's red HUD indicator flashed green and her barrier's came up as she hefted the rifle. Then looked back at the door behind her.

 

The one that led to other area's under where they now stood.......

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

"Bogey spotted at 10, near Afterlife. It's hovering easy pickings. Target locked," the fighter pilot said.

 

"Roger that. I have your six," his wingman said.

 

"Launching missiles."

 

The fighter pulled up and away. The missiles homed on the gunship, and the ship's co-pilot heard the lock too late. He turned and watched with horror as the missiles scored direct hits sending the gunship spinning out of control. The pilot moved away from the main building trying to hold it, but a fuel line had been severed and it caught fire. The ship exploded shattering windows above and debris rained down and floated off into space.

[Kel Riever]

Tallis kept fighting, but did not suppress her emotions while she did and wailed a sad sound at the loss of her friend.  She fell back, firing as she went.

Up on the second tier, Essul saw Mira’s wounds were far worse.  Two of what looked like small pieces of glass sticking out of her back were, in fact, large pieces that fully punctured her right lung through to the front.  The way one of her arms flopped, it was clearly broken.  Her eyes were open though they stared straight ahead, and her breaths came in short, painful gasps.  The medigel had sealed her wounds as best as they could, but her gasps were slowing.

Mira knew someone was with her, a companion, but she was too far gone to realize who it was.  “Keep…,” she said, but the pain shut her weakened words off.  With her right arm unresponsive, she lifted her left to touch whoever it was that was near her.  It hurt immensely, but Mira drew in air as deeply as she could and forced herself to rasp, loud enough to hear, “Keep fighting…”

Jenus was running up the ramp towards the action, and heard Tallis’ wail.  Somehow, bonded by the years of being together, Jenus knew something was terribly wrong, as much as she refused to admit it.  “Where’s Textbrain!?”

Iole, coming from the top, had first seen the gaping hole ripped in the side of Afterlife, and the Atlas with its support.  But she almost immediately afterwards came in sight of Essul over Mira on the tier just below her.  “Mira’s down!”  Unlike Jenus, Iole faced the tragedy of her friend’s condition.  “I’ll get to her.  We’ve got to end this now!”

The blue biotic light emitting off Jenus’ purple skin lit the area around her.  “Affirmative on that.”  She crouched for a charge, grenade in hand, and faced the enemy. “F**king prepared to get boomed, a*sh*les!”

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

The Atlas mech fired a rocket into the entryway of Afterlife and it detonated against the center stage. Then it continued to advance, the operator firing its autocannon providing covering fire for the mercs, some of the rounds even hitting a couple of the mercs who were unlucky enough to get in the way.

 

Irina loaded explosive rounds into her Mattock and started working on the mech.

[Cainhurst Crow]

Essul looked down at Mira as she lay there, recognizing the Asari tending to her as Iole, and gritted his teeth in anger. His face contorted into one of rage as his body gaze off a hazy biotic glow, turning around to look towards the entrance way where, from his position on the side, the group had been shielded from most of the gunfire and debris.

 

He turned around, his face a mask of rage as he held up the Widow to his shoulder and reloaded another round, face flinching from the pain in his shoulder and arm as he felt his rage burning inside of him. Essul had a simple rule about those he considered "part of his team", and that was that if you fucked with one of them, you fucked with all of them.

 

And to the ex-gladiator and ex-special agent, there was only one recourse for putting one of his comrades in critical condition. Kill. Them. All.

 

Essul cloaked as he moved into position, away from Mira and Iole to hopefully draw away attention from them, kneeling down prone as he worked to line up a shot. The Atlas Mech began to open fire, laying a suppressive line of fire down towards the interior below his prone position. He couldn't hit it, but he damn well could take down the ones in front of the Mech. He lined up his shot, spotting a Turian who was standing up after getting blasted in the back by the Mech, his shields dropping. One shot, an explosion of pain before the dullness kicked in, and the mercs head lay splattered.

 

Essuls cloak wore off, and he stayed in his position as he saw another target coming down the hall, this one trying to run on the side thanks to the suppressive fire and get into the bar. He fired again, another explosion of pain, the dullness creeping in slowly from his damaged nerves as the mercs leg gave out from under him, falling onto his stomach as the shot dropped his shields and tore into the knee.

 

Essul ejected another thermal clip, still waiting for his cloak to cool down as the Atlas Mech aimed its missle arm towards his position. He had to get up and stop using the ground to brace himself, shouldering the large rifle as he aimed down the sights, spotting the pilot inside as he focused on hitting that glass, the shot tearing right between that bastards eyes, and pulled the trigger.

 

There was an explosion of pain, followed by a loud pop in his ears, one that made his eyes go wide as his arm slumped down, the widows barrel nearly tipping towards the ceiling as his right arm, the one he used for firing and shouldering the gun, went limp. His shot from the widow collided against the mechs shoulder, shields rippling to show it hadn't even torn through the things shields, before the missile went flying.

 

Essul dropped the rifle and dove, just in time to smack hard into the ground, and a shower of derbies to come showering down upon him from his former position, the missile blasting it apart. Essul worked to stand, rolling over to his left side to try and shove himself up, trying to stand up only to fall, his right arm useless and with breif second long flashes of agony rolling through his shoulder.

 

The bone had cracked, and now essul was down on the ground level, with only one arm to fight with. Gritting his teeth, essul crawled away from the door, chunks of what was left of the bare shielding him as he did so, all the way to the wall where he slowly grabbed and pulled himself up. With his left hand, he gathered up his biotics, a tight sphere of fluctuating mass forming as he hurled it towards the Mech. The Warp hit, and the mechs shields were ablaze with blue energy as the clashing mass shifts tore into its defenses, trying to break through the shield and get to the armor beneath. 

 

He'd be damned if he'd let something like a dead arm stop him from fighting. Even as he wiped the blood out of his upper eye, and spat some out onto the floor, gathering up his strength to throw more biotics at the Mech from his cover point.

[Cainhurst Crow]

"Have some hellfire on the house, you silent fucks!!!" Vayne bellowed as he took the last inferno grenade he had and threw it down the tunnel, ducking back into cover as the grenade detonated and sent its sticky fire charge off on one side of the now demolished tunnel. He wasn't even sure he'd hit anyone, but he felt the blood pumping through his viens burning with hormones and chemicals as he drew his christmas present.

 

The 8 Gauge shotgun was a thing of beauty, and he cracked it open with a satisfying click as he took the two shells in shaking hands and shoved them in the right way around into the barrels, closing it up with a snap. It'd been a long time since he used combustion weapons, but he still remembered how, the movements like riding a familiar bike from childhood.

 

"Almost like loading thermal clips...One clip for one shot." He muttered to himself as the sound of explosions and gunfire drowned out most noise around him. He popped out of his cover, only to back up as one of the mercs came at him from just round the corner, omniblade glowing bright as he plunged it into the wall vayne had been hiding behind.

 

"Play with this Blade, Pyjack Fucker!!!" He said as he aimed his omnitool at the man, his ballistic blades shooting out and cutting into the turians armor. He took a step back, and vayne aimed the barrels down at the Turian as he squeezed one of the triggers. The shot was deafening, and it kicked up a bit as the large slugs tore through the ceramic plates and shields like a hot knife through butter. A few seconds later, the turian was ripped into by the ballistic blades detonating, and fell on its back dead.

 

"I love this Gun!!!" Vayne shouted as he hear something drop down, turning his head to see one of the mercs fall onto their face from a knee wound. Vayne aimed the gun and fired it down, blowing the Mercs side wide open as he cackled madly.

 

"IM ****** INVINCI-" Vayne shouted before he felt a lot of stuff pelting against him quickly, the krogan jumping for cover as he landed on his knees, barely getting out and grunting in pain as his shields were whittled down to nothing. He stood with a grunt, coughing from the sudden move knocking the wind out of himself, and turned around to face the door from his side cover, cracking open his shotgun as the shells were ejected out of the barrels by themselves.

 

The Atlas Mechs gun made short work of his shields within a couple seconds, and vayne felt the blood frenzy he'd been going into start to die down a bit. Right as a missle flew into the room and hit a platform above the bar, sending it flying down. "We gotta get something to knock that fucker down!!!" He yelled to anyone who could hear him, "Get the Cobras!!! Or The Cain!!! Or Something!!!" He yelled right as something smacked him in the face.

 

Vayne almost dropped the shotgun as he looked down to see what it was, blinking as he slowly bent down to pick up a M-98 Widow, charred on one side, but still functional, if only. Vayne smirked as he holstered his shotgun and pulled the eject port, sending a spent thermal clip flying out of the gun and a new one loaded in.

 

"THIS'LL DO!! THANKS!!!!" He yelled looking up, assuming one of his comrades had tossed him the rifle, as he took in a few breaths. He popped out of cover and spotted the Atlas, its slow pacing getting it closer to the entrance. From this distance however, Vayne couldn't miss it, and he aimed the rifle without using its scope, and fired off a round at the mech. The shot hit its shields, draining them more as he ducked back into cover, his krogan biology letting him fire the Widow without much pain or problem as he ejected the spent clip, and waited for the new one to slot in.

 

"I miss the shotgun already." he grumbled as his rifle was ready to fire again, waiting for a good opportunity to strike.

[Cknarf]

"Son of a b*tch!" Frank cursed, as the harpoon he'd fired completely missed it's target, and skipped off of the wall, flying god knows where. The stress of combat, a relatively new experience for Frank, combined with the sheer weight of the weapon, seemed to be having a negative effect on his accuracy. 

 

Feeling utterly useless as his teammates took the attack head on, he laid the rifle aside, and took the Scimitar in his hands once more.

 

"Where the F*** is Aria?" He asked, taking the queen's name in vain, as he prepared to hop the railing to the lower level.

 

Yeah... that ain't happenin'

 

Uninterested in smashing through another table, he headed towards the stairs.  

[Kel Riever]

About to charge, Jenus heard the word ‘Cobra’ from Vayne, which reminded her of the word ‘Hydra’, which reminded her of the experimental system they had found.  She moved up behind a booth instead of attacking and saw one of the missile systems lying behind the shredded bar, teetering on the edge of the opening to the lower level.  Of course, Jenus remembered what Mira said had been the problem with the experimental system...

The void with this!

Jenus spotted one of the mercs near enough to the bar for the plan that flashed through her head.  First, Jenus hurled a lift grenade, which went unnoticed as the loud retort of the Widow sniper rifle grabbed the enemy’s attention. Before the grenade landed, Jenus had a second one in hand, and set it for a delayed timer.  The thought that her execution had to be perfect never really crossed Jenus’ mind; she simply started a mental count off.  The first lift grenade detonated, and Jenus shouted “Take two!”  She then hurled the second lift grenade behind the Atlas, set, and biotically hurled herself towards her victim.

The first lift grenade was on target, mostly behind the salarian mercenary behind the shredded bar and close to the Atlas.  The salarian levitated uncontrollably, shouting a warning to his peers.  That warning, combined with Jenus’ shout, had what was left of the foot troops clear the area where her second grenade landed, a good few meters behind the Atlas. 

Attention had the Atlas rotate and fire its canon at Jenus, but she was gone, in full biotic velocity at the salarian.  She hit him, detonating an explosion which obliterated the salarian and brought down the last bits of the Atlas’ shield with the edge of its blast.  The piloted mech staggered, giving Jenus time to grab the Hydra just before the shockwave of the explosion sent it falling off to the lower level.  Recovering, the Atlas was too close to use its gun or rocket, so it opened its clawed hand, to bring it down on the asari now within reach.  The Atlas’ claw shot out at Jenus, at blinding speed with its enhanced hydraulics.

But Jenus, again, was no longer there.  The claw smashed into the floor as the Commando leapt up.  A consummate athlete, Jenus used one foot to push off on the Atlas’ extended arm and jump to the mech’s shoulder.  The pilot snapped back the shoulder to throw her off but by then Jenus’ other foot was planted, and the motion helped instead to help Jenus do what she wanted.  She vaulted, the action of the shoulder providing her momentum for her well-placed maneuver. 

Jenus flew backwards over the back of the Atlas, doing a forward somersault and pulling the trigger on the Hydra as she came around, upside down, in mid-air.  There was a delay, then the warhead fired, breaking apart into its miniature missiles almost instantly at point blank range.  Faster than the eye could see, most of those miniature missiles found their target: the back exhaust port of the Atlas.  Those missiles flew into the vulnerable part of the mech, and ripped it apart from the inside out.

One miniature missile, however, targeted what it thought the next nearest threat was.  It acquired Jenus, used its microthrusters to aim her direction, and launched.

The second lift grenade behind the Atlas went off.  Jenus was caught in the effect of her own ordinance, and held her biotic shield steady as she floated while the damaging effect of the mass effect grenade tore at her.  For a moment, Jenus saw the miniature missile caught in the same lift effect, perhaps one meter away from her.  Then the warhead crumpled under the effects of the lift field harmlessly.

An enemy turian merc was stunned as he watched Jenus floating helplessly in the air near him.  Not stunned enough to fail to react, though.  He leveled his sub-machine gun at the Commando.

[TheMajonese]

Arian saw the Atlas turning into his direction and jumped out of his cover before it was ripped to shreds by the mech's gun. Landing on the floor Arian tried to get up before the mech was able to shoot again but a concussive shot hit him against his right shoulder and sent him off balance. To his surprise the mech suddenly turned away as something distracted the pilot.

 

This gave Arian the time to turn at the next merc who had opened fire on the turian. With an overload Arian stunned the human attacker before using his Phaeston to take him down. The weapon overheated as the thermal clip was empty.

 

Now Arian realised that he was standing completely exposed near the entrance of the Afterlife. The wreck of the YMIR mech was the only thing that hindered the new wave of enemies from shooting at him. While trying to get to the wreck his shields were killed off as someone fired at him. He turned around just to see a salarian with a machine pistol aimed at him getting his head shredded into bloody pieces. Then Arian ducked behind the mech und used a second to catch his breath before looking up as several explosions ripped the Atlas apart. He spotted Jenus being caught by a biotic explosion and then a turian a few meters from his position taking aim at the asari.

 

Realising that he didn't have enough time to exchange the thermal clips of his gun Arian jumped out of his cover again to charge at the turian while he extended his omni-blades. The mercenary started firing at Jenus, her being unable to move made her an easy target and he didn't notice Arian until it was too late for him to evade the incoming attack.

 

Arian used his blades to cut off the other turian's arm, dropping the smg, before finishing him off by stabbing him in the chest. The mercanary's cry of pain stopped abruptly. Covered with dark blue blood splatters Arian turned to look after Jenus.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Omega - The Other Part of the Operation

 

Small craft had attached heavy cable to the detached section of the station and engineers secured them to the Zorya for towing. With slow thrusting the Zorya towed the section away from the station and into the asteroid belt. The process used kilometers of cable total, and took several hours to complete. The key to this operation was to make sure everything was in balance.

 

“We are preparing to release the object,” the captain of the Zorya said over the comm.

 

“We copy and are preparing to launch shuttles,” Commander Selani said. “We suggest you move to a distance of 10 km, and recommend that you do not dock with Omega. We have received reports of hostile activity in several areas.”

 

“We understand and will move to suggested distance. Disconnecting cables. Zorya out.”

 

The Zorya disconnected the cables from the station section, and moved to a distance of 15 km to observe. Janiri shuttle pilots guided their shuttles toward their positions.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Omega - Afterlife

 

The Atlas mech exploded, but the operator ejected on the overheating warning. He hit the ground landing in a sprinting position, then drew the weapon, an Eviscerator shotgun from his back, and picked hit target. He saw Iole leveling her weapon in his direction, so he biotically charged her, knocking her back and stunning her momentarily, then he slammed the floor with his fist sending out a nova wave that knocked her and anyone near her off their feet.

 

Mira was caught in the wave, and this did not help her condition. The Asari screamed in pain as she was tossed in the air and landed hard on the floor.

 

The Batarian sized enemy rolled and fired his shotgun at Iole, missing his target, then took cover behind some crates as his mercs peppered the team with gunfire.

[Cknarf]

Frank's original plan was to regroup with the others, but as he neared their position, the Atlas exploded, and its pilot began kicking ass immediately. Like, launching his teammates by punching the ground and sh*t. He wasn't about to f*** with that. 

 

NOPE.

 

Not directly, anyways. He flopped to the ground. Still unseen, he scrambled under a table. He opened his omni-tool, once again accessing the camera for the main area.

 

Well, this is f***ed. Six, plus this a**hole.

 

Being able to see the battle from above provided him with a bit of an advantage.  He took a deep breath, before crawling out from under the table.  He kept an eye on his omni-tool, as he inched along towards the next pile of debris on the floor.

 

Wonder if the gun on that YMIR still works?

[Cainhurst Crow]

Essul looked up towards the atlas pilot, who used a biotic charge to smack right into Iole's and Mira's positions before unleashing some kind of biotic punch. He snarled as he brought his own biotics to bear, limited to one arm as he gathered his energy and formed a teather, shooting it out towards the strange with the hopes of snagging onto him and sending him for a ride.

 

The Lash hit its mark, but as Essul tried to pull the man in his biotics fluctuated, the pilots biotic energy disrupting his hold on the man and canceling out his attack. Essul didn't have a lot of options left to him, but didn't much feel like giving up just so easily. He opened his omnitool and aimed it for the vanguard, firing a submission net to hopefully hit the man.

 

Vayne meanwhile had run out of thermals for the Widow, tossing it over his shoulder as he drew the double barrelled elephant gun and charged towards Jenus. The first shot hit the downed merc in his hand, blasting it apart as the gun clattered towards the floor, and the next shot, an instant later, blew a hole where his helmet had been, as the much larger solid slugs slammed into the turians ceramic visor hard.

 

Vayne didn't start charging however, as he knew there were more enemies to deal with. He reached up and snagged Jenus by the collar, dragging her through the air thanks to her weightlessness and ran full sprint towards cover. The grenades effect wore off a few seconds before they made it, and unfortunately, Jenus ended up hitting the ground somewhat hard, as vayne slammed his shoulder into the cover of some blown apart ceiling, cracking it slightly as he went to work reloading his shotgun.

[Cknarf]

Frank’s new position was right off to the side of the action.  A little farther, and he’d be past the enemy’s firing line, not counting the powerful biotic that had sprung from the Atlas. He took a moment to transmit the camera footage to the team’s omni-tools, that way, if he were spotted and splattered by a hail of gunfire, he could at least die knowing that he helped out a little.

 

Here goes.

 

Still flat on his stomach, he crawled toward his goal. Just a few feet separated him from his attackers, but he managed to slip behind the line unnoticed, as they were distracted by the action ahead of them.

 

I am so seeing Septerax about getting a cloak when this is over.

 

Stray rounds from his teammates whizzed overhead, and pinged off of the mech’s armor, as Frank pulled away a panel on the back of the crashed YMIR. He quickly ran a diagnostic of the mech’s systems. Undamaged systems would be displayed in green. Damaged, but partially functional ones would appear yellow. Destroyed or inoperable systems would be colored red.

 

“All kindsa f*cked in here.” He muttered, as a long list of text displayed on his omni-tool. More than 90% of it flashed red.

 

Weapons

 

Frank expanded the section marked weapons, displaying its components.

 

Targeting system

Rocket Launcher

MA Cannons

Heat Sink

 

Showtime.

 

He reached into the back of the mech, and began tearing at its insides.

[Kel Riever]

"Nice, kro...ugh!"  Jenus said as she hit the floor.  She was powerless as she was dragged by Vayne, a feeling she wasn't particularly fond of, but there wasn't a lot of complaining to do when someone was making sure she wasn't shot to pieces.  When they hit cover and Vayne released her, Jenus pulled the Disciple from her back and continued the fight.

Meanwhile up where the batarian cult leader had charged, Iole knew she was in trouble.  It had gotten extremely emotionally complicated for her when she saw Mira, and she had removed her Hellbringer and harness to treat her.  Essul’s medigel was most of all that could be done in the middle of a firefight, and Iole could only determine that Mira needed to get evacuated quickly.  So the golden-eyed asari pulled the Hellbringer off the harness and braced on the booth ledge to cover their position.  That’s when she was hit by the batarian.  More than the pain, the concussion from the follow-up Nova had her down and unable to respond.  She fumbled for her holdout pistol feebly, trying to do something to defend herself and her commander.

Mira felt something inside her broken arm tearing when she hit the floor from the cult leader’s Nova.  The world was a swirl of agony around her and she didn’t know where the threat was, but knew he was near.  With what little strength she had left, Mira raised up her good arm, seeking the enemy with diminished senses.  There was nothing, but then hazily she saw a surge of biotic energy from the cult leader as he prepared to attack.

It was what Mira needed, and she cast forth her stasis field.

But Mira’s wounds had her miss her mark.

The cult leader saw the attack, aborted the shockwave he was about to unleash at Iole, and jumped back, avoiding the stasis bubble by only tens of centimeters.  However, he inadvertently stepped completely out of cover with his dodge.  A second later, the cult leader was hit from the waist down by Essul’s submission net.  Wires caught the leader, entangling his lower body and pinning him to the wall he was next to.  Electricity coursed through the leader and he screamed as the voltage shook him violently.  Still free from the waist up, the cult leader reached down and tried to free himself when the electric field subsided.

Mira slipped into darkness, as the internal loss of blood was too much to bear.  Blood drained from her mouth and nose, her body convulsing and trying to force the fluid from her lacerated lungs. 

Iole staggered to her feet, her holdout aimed towards the cult leader, with hate in her golden eyes.  Her words scalding, she said,  "Give me one reason I shouldn't blast your head open with a block shaving through each of your eyes!"

But the cult leader flared again, and raised his arm towards Iole...

[TheMajonese]

Seeing that Jenus was dragged into cover by Vayne, Arian turned around and dove back to the YMIR mech before the enemy could open fire in him. He ducked behind the wreck and grabbed his Phaeston to insert a new thermal clip when a movement right next to him made him wince. His omni-tool ready to fire a concussive shot Arian turned around just to see Frank being busy with something at the mech's back.

 

"Frank? By the spirits, what are you doing?", Arian asked with twitching mandibles. At least that's what he tried to ask but he wasn't able to move his numb jaw or his tongue as he intended to. 

 

Two attackers had spotted Arian running behind the wreck and now moved to flank his position. "Maybe you should hurry up a bit", Arian mumbled in Frank's direction, then he emerged from behind the wreck and opened fire on the mercs to slow them down.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

The Janiri withdrew to a distance of 20 km from the floating section of station and waited. The two Scythe shuttles launched two anti-matter missiles toward the object set for a detonation 2.5 km above the surface, and jumped back to coordinates near the Janiri.

 

Two bright flashes were seen in the night sky and the gamma radiation from the explosions sterilized the floating section.

 

“Inform Aria that she can send in teams to recover the bodies of the dead,” Naleena said in a somber mood.

 

VERA sent a message to Afterlife, and then spoke. “There is no reply from Afterlife. I am not receiving any outgoing long range communication from Omega.”

 

Naleena’s mood became urgent. “Commander, return us to the terminal immediately.”

 

“Aye-aye, Ma’am.”

[Cknarf]

Already shoulder deep in the YMIR, Frank's tongue protruded slightly from his mouth as he strained himself to stretch just a little a bit farther.

 

This should either restore targeting systems, or...

 

He jolted, as he got a quick zap from something within the mech.  

 

"F*** it." Unable to get the targeting systems back online, he was left with only one option.

 

He scrambled over the wreck, and wrapped his arms around the machine's right arm.  His first attempt at lifting ended in failure.

 

Defending Afterlife? Better wear light armor!

 

He shook his head, before trying once more. This time, putting a little more leg into it.  

 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuu--" Frank grunted, hefting it from the ground.  "E-everyb-body d-down!"  He shuddered through gritted teeth, as his trembling legs bowed slightly under the weight of the arm. With a slight twitch of his wrist, his omni-tool glowed, and the YMIR's dual mass accelerator cannons came to life.  Frank shuffled his feet, slowly walking the stream of fire in a horizontal motion, absolutely wrecking the ever loving sh*t out of anything still standing, and eventually tearing into the biotic leader.

 

Completely exhausted, Frank let the arm fall, before dropping to his knees.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Irina started firing at the remaining mercs with her Mattock on burst fire. "Get some of this!"

 

She hit one with a burst of explosive rounds in the chest, and pieces of him went flying around the room. An arm landed on Tallis. This drew fire in her direction which is what she wanted. It gave a brief moment for the others to move Mira to a safer spot.

 

The Batarian was stuck in the submission net and unleashed a throw on her sending her skittering across the room.

 

Out of the corner of her eye, Irina saw movement near the YMIR mech. The MA Cannon. Frank? WTF? Irina kept rolling into an area of cover. But the Batarian leader was still stunned from her shot when a stream from the MA Cannon ripped through him. He fell to the floor.

 

Iole, Tallis and Jenus finished off the two remaining mercs. Irina stood and walked over to the fallen Batarian. Iole tended to Mira, but everyone else gathered around the Batarian. Eteon, Arian, Vayne, Essul, Anika, Irina, Avan, Jenus, Tallis, and Frank were there. Essul unfastened the helmet. It was the Prophet, except his eyes glowed yellow.

 

The Prophet coughed, looked at each of those gathered around and spoke. "Krogan: once showed great promise but now a sterilized race. Potential wasted. Turian: you are considered... too primitive. Asari: practice of reliance on alien species for reproduction introduced genetic weakness. Batarian: DNA strands too similar to prior failed attempt. Human, we are your salvation through your destruction. Prepare for your ascension,” the prophet said, his yellow eyes faded to brown, and let out a dying breath of air.

 

*** edited because I didn't see he was in a submission net. ***

Modifié par sH0tgUn jUliA, 16 février 2015 - 09:18 .

[Cknarf]

That voice... That's the guy from the broadcast! 

 

"That's what you get for calling me a blight." Frank coughed. "You f*ckin' chode."

 

[Click.]

[Cainhurst Crow]

"Cavarns Damnation..." The words left essuls mouth before he'd even realized it, as he gazed down towards the batarian and took in the sight of his eyes. For batarians, eyes were not simply optical organs used to see. They were gateways of the soul, how it entered the world through the goddess Tannith, and how it left the world to serve the god of life, Ba'al-Hammon.

 

Seeing this batarians eyes look like this, made essul have to cover his mouth as a sense of true disgust and nausea washed over him. Hearing his words only made his confusion and disgust grow as the batarian seemed to lose what life energy he had left, his eyes reverting to a brownish color. "What in hells name was that?" He questioned, eyes not leaving the corpse.

 

"Don't know..." Vayne said as he looked down to the batarian, bending down on one knee as he slowly reached towards the batarians neck. He waited a few seconds after the guy shut up, before he grabbed his neck and gave as strong a jerk as he could, a loud snap emanating as he did so.

 

"Never getting up again. That's for sure..." he said as he looked up to Essul's question, not wanting to risk any sort of creepy crap with this guy. Taking him down once was hard enough, and he didn't much fancy the thought of him turning into one of those drowned aspired abominations while they had their backs turned to him.