"Yep. I remember the first time I ever saw the Boss... She was doin' some sh*t like that. Glowin', and lookin' all kindsa pissed off." Frank leaned back in his chair. "It's probably better if we just let it be. I don't wanna get caught in the middle of..."
Frank stopped himself in the middle of a gesture between Iole and Jenus, as he made brief eye contact with the golden-eyed asari.
"Er..." He cleared his throat. "How 'bout you, Commando? You doin' okay?" He asked, referring to Tallis' injury.
Irina leaned toward Vayne and shielded her mouth. "Thar's trouble brewin'. They're both my friends and I'm not picking sides."
"Thanks for the heads up..." Vayne said back, glad his krantt could help him out on this one.
Essul stayed silent, though was noticably looking away from the commandos towards a corner of the room he apparently found more interesting, not wanting anything to do with the two obviously upset asari.
Eingana Final Briefing
Naleena entered the briefing room and walked to the head of the table. “Sorry for the rough landing. My guess is that if we took a shuttle we’d be dead. It looks like everyone came through fine except for a few minor bumps and scrapes.”
“Yeah, about a few scrapes….” Irina said. “Next time there’s a chance the inertial dampers might go off line, give the order to strap in. Getting tossed about my cabin like ping pong ball wasn’t fun.”
The tension between Jenus and Iole was apparent, and Naleena didn’t like it. “Whatever is going on between the two of you, knock it off. Save it for whatever we run into on the mission.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Iole and Jenus said, exchanged one last glare, then their auras faded.
“The distress signal we received is about two klicks from here,” Naleena said. “VERA please display the topography of the area.”
The thick tree and vegetation-filled canyon appeared in the central part of the table on the holo-display. VERA continued. “The Janiri is located here at the top of the plateau. The distress signal is on the southern wall of the canyon at this location,” she said and marked it. “My sensors also picked up an ancient structure 3.32 kilometers from our present location along the north wall of the canyon.
“Also there appears to be a clearing in the rainforest near the structure.”
Naleena was about to give a definite answer, but backed off at the last second. "No, we don't. Dr. T'soni, whom I met when we were on Illium, sent a friend of hers here to verify a lead before she asked us to check it out. There is a possibility that this is his signal, but if it is I would chalk it up to pure luck; however, it is the only distress signal we were able to detect."
"That is correct," VERA interrupted. "My sensors picked up no other signal sources."
"Apparently this lead could be correct, and that ancient structure may be of value," Naleena replied. "Her friend was transporting a relic that was found on Kopis in the Hades Nexus Cluster."
"So. How are we gettin' there?" Frank asked, while examining the hologram of the area. "'Cause I sure as hell don't plan on walkin'." He pointed at a few areas where he could see himself falling to an untimely death.
"We could use the shuttles. Keep 'em low, just in case." He opened his omni-tool. "Or, since being in a free falling shuttle is like, one of my least favorite things to do, there's always this..."
A hologram of the M-35 appeared in place of the map, complete with specs.
"While the M-35 Mako is an armored all terrain vehicle, the vegetation is too dense for its use," VERA said. "I could become stuck. Besides, the interior can hold only six. One of you is Krogan. That means some of the team would be walking. Also considering the fate of the Janiri, use of shuttles is not advised. I would suggest an approach on foot."
"I'm ready, All I need to do is pick up my weapons in the armory." Irina said standing in her BDU pants, boots, tee shirt and combat vest with a red bandana tied around her head to keep her hair out of her face. She had a machete sheathed on her belt.
"You're f*cking kidding me," Ereba said as she saw her.
Irina laughed. "It's hotter than hell out there. I don't plan on sweating to death in my leathers."
"The ambient temperature is 45o C (113o F) with a relative humidity of 85%. I suggest bringing sufficient water." VERA added.
"I hope you have some sort of kinetic barrier in that outfit of yours." Essul said as he regarded irina's outfit skeptically, "Well vented as it may be, I am doubtful it will stop a projectile." His armor had a climate control system built into it, part of the hermetic seal system which should have allowed him to keep relatively cool. Or at least, make it so he didn't bake alive in his armor.
"This planets not exactly a combat heavy zone, Essul. Personally, I think i'd be smarted to drop as much non-essential weight as you can." Vayne said with a smirk as he heard the read out on the temperature, "Sounds like it'll be a pleasant stroll weather on my homeworld. Wrill gets up to 56 °C on a cool day." He said as he looked forward to this. Heat, humid heat at that. His favorite type of weather.
"Pffft. Stuck she says." Frank scoffed under his breath.
Hard to be stuck Thrusters and a f***in' one-fifty-five!
"Ya'll can go ahead and run around naked, I think I'll stick with the heavy." He said, while standing, and latching his helmet. "I'd rather be a little uncomfortable than dead."
Jenus stared at Frank like he had two heads, then rolled her eyes as she looked away.
Iole bent her head slightly towards Frank and whispered, "Doesn't your suit come with internal environmental control as well? If not, I'd ask for a refund."
Tallis was wondering where she could get a head band like Irina's, if anything would do, or if Irina's was special.
"Uh, guys. Threat level is native wildlife," Irina said. "In any event. I don't think we'll run into any Collectors or Blue Suns. VERA would have picked them up, at least at this range."
"That is not entirely correct," VERA said. "I have not picked up any communications other than that distress signal. That does not preclude the existence of any Collectors or Blue Suns in the immediate vicinity, although the probability of there being any is low."
Naleena sighed. "Okay, let's get ready to move out. How much daylight do we have left?"
"There are 14 hrs 45 mins 42 seconds galactic standard time of daylight remaining."
"Legion, I want you to stay here with the ship. Your technical skills may be needed to help with repairs, and you can help with the ship's defense if necessary," Naleena said.
"Acknowledged," Legion replied.
"I want two commandos stationed with the ship. Jenus, you pick your teams," Naleena said. "The rest of you grab your gear and meet me ground side by the port airlock in 30 minutes."
Naleena left the briefing room and went to the armory, then to the locker room where she changed into her commando leathers. She grabbed her Black Widow, Kassa Locust, and Carnifex.
"You got it, Boss." Frank said, while reaching back, and switching on the environmental controls that he had completely forgotten about. He was used to bumming around in his bare-bones set of light armor.
"See you on the ground, guys." He said, while heading for the door. "I'm sure I'll beat you there." He laughed, and then sighed.
'Cause I know I'm gonna be fallin' off of all these goddamn rocks.
It had quickly become apparent, during her career as Jess's Bodyguard, that when one was as statuesque as an amazon who stood taller than most men..... Anika supposed it should come as no surprise that hiding her tall frame in one and fifty hundred pounds of heavily reinforced, white armor would draw peoples attention. It had been an issue on her first assignment with Jess after the soldier farm.
"Okay luv.... Just stand here and keep a lookout. Anyone comes near or enters the building across.... call me. Warn me..... And do you have anything less white"?
Sure enough, she'd drawn the attention of a planet security raid team and she'd had to fight her way to Jess to extract her from a meeting that had turned out to be a setup.
Since then though, Jess had stopped asking her to change the color scheme. Three squads of peace keeping shock troops lying dead on the ground had convinced her that Anika knew enough about her job that standing out like a sore thumb wasn't going to be much of an issue for her.
Anka was glad. For the white had significance for her. When she's first been taken in by the facility as a small girl there had been hundreds of other girls like her. Over time the number had dwindled. Years later only fifty had remained. Then the next year, only forty. Then thirty. Of those thirty they had been given the white armor pattern as both a gift, and recognition of their achievement. And so Anika wore wore it. A badge of pride and honor for her sister she'd abandoned. And a way to remember all those who had fallen on her road to who she was now.......
Now......
She was stepping on girders thirty meter's up in the air along ceiling supports of what could very well be a home grown Citadel terrorist cell utilizing stolen stolen Geth Tech from a Quarian who had gone missing. She supposed she really ought to concentrate.
She stopped after she moved across several supports and crouched on one of the beams. Long, hard won experience told her that her armor's color scheme was best employed in positions where people rarely ever looked. In this case, up.
Looking down took her breath away.
On the store room floor, in neat rows of two by two cubicles, obscured somewhat by electrical and diagnostic cables, lay almost thirty Geth Armatures. As large as shuttle buses, and each packing what looked like Plasma projectors on end of their head protrusions. Asari tech engineer's ran diagnostics while others seemed to be attaching more cables to data ports built into their frames......
From up above Anika spotted Yeli and moving a hand up to her armored temple, she tapped a control that activated the directional microphone Jess had built into her helmet.
".........ead of schedule. But you realize we're at greater risk of exposure"?
Yeli seemed to be talking to someone on the other end of a comm. Unfortunately, Anika could pick up the feed from the comm, and had to settlefor half the conversation.
".....The plan was full pacification and removal of the targets. We still have deniability.... Shepard's recent actions give us convenient excuse..... Because he was a Specter. He was trusted and promoted, now he's fallen from favor and questions of the councils competence are in question..... The other sites are fully stocked. I'm looking over this last one personally..... Ye..... Yes? Matriarch I..... I understand. Yes, your wisdom in this matter is not in question. I will do as you ask".
Yeli signed off and Anika heard her mutter under her breath. "Insufferable witch". Before Yeli turned on her heel and started strutting towards the far end of the floorspace where a high rise office block stood overlooking all that went on in the bay. Looking at the block, Anika saw several antenna sticking out of what looked like newly cut holes and cabling welded in place, snaking back inside the walls to something that was attached to them. Giving the Geth tanks another once over, Anika spotted several antenna on their backs that looked like they were newly added, what with the fresh scorching that occurred when a weld torch was wielded.
She knew command and control apparatus when she saw it. Slowly reaching up and trying to stay as stealthy as possible, Anika monkeyed her way across the ceiling towards the office facility.
Previously...( http://forum.bioware...res/?p=18877771 )
Silean Nebula, Teyolia System, Nevos
Doctor Foteni Demos, former head scientist of the Duellos production plant for Silaris heavy ship armor, lounged on the canvas porch chair in front of her vacation home on Nevos. The long acres of land she owned along the oceanfront included a wide strip of private beach, and the evening sky was clear. The romantic twin moons of Nevos were both nearly full, and the stars were on full, magnificent display. It was impossible to escape all signs of civilization; above lights from distant vehicles and star craft could occasionally be seen passing by. But on this vibrant, garden world that had been colonized centuries ago and was a favorite destination of the Republics, privacy came at a premium. Even for someone like Foteni and her position, one had to accept that Nevos was, after all, not a wilderness. The important part was the peace her vacation home provided, and soon her niece would arrive, a rare visitor in an otherwise solitary domain.
The X3M skycar Foteni was expecting started as one of the passing lights, before she noticed it drifting in her direction. Foteni swirled the glass of native wine in her hand while leaning back as a warm breeze caught her light dress. She smiled in anticipation, pleased that Gille would come to her for whatever it was that bothered her. Foteni’s family was small and so few sought her out, though frankly she felt a bit put off by those relatives who seemed to think they knew everything on their own. None of them were nearly as accomplished as Foteni, and her success had to garner some respect as a worthy role model, did it not? She sighed. Jealousy was beyond her control; if her other family members could not see through it, then it was not for Foteni to concern herself with.
No one else was around and that was how Foteni liked it. Gille, the one family member who shared some degree of accomplishment worth mention, would spend time. They would tell stories, Foteni could impart her wisdom, it would carry down to Gille’s daughter and so what they had achieved would be passed on. All is one, Foteni said to herself, proud of her own bit of insight.
The skycar, on final approach to land upon the beach only ten meters away, whined lightly as its eezo powered engine slowed the X3M. Foteni put her wine on a small, glass side table and stood, now grinning broadly. She stepped down from her porch, her bare feet feeling the soft lawn in front of her home before it gave way to sand as she approached the car and the beach. From here, she could see Gille, wearing a lavender, nearly white, full length light robe and cowl. That was very like Gille, to appear in something traditional, something political, at least until she was within the comfortable setting of the vacation home and unpacked. The two would swim first, Foteni thought, enjoying the warm currents that traveled up from the south, under the night sky.
Emerging from the skycar, the effeminate figure moved with a confidence that spoke volumes, and made Foteni believe that since she’d seen Gille last, her niece had achieved greater heights than even she suspected. Gille’s gait was unfamiliar, and it even seemed that she had taken on a more potent stature. Fighting what threatened to be a face splitting grin (one had to maintain the proper disposition lest one descend to the ranks of the unnoteworthy), Foteni still could not help but greet her niece warmly.
“Remove your cowl and let me see that face I have missed for so many years!”
The robed figure reached up with both hands, which were delicate, but pale and not azure in any way. It still took Foteni until the time the figure lowered the cowl to realize the person standing before her was not her niece at all.
Moving Out <<-- link click it to set the atmosphere
As she stood outside the Janiri in her sleeveless commando leathers with her Black Widow holstered to her back, Kassa Locust on her right hip, Carnifex on her left, and grenade belt across her chest, Naleena bit the end off her cigar, lit it, and chomped down on it with her teeth. She left her coat on board. There were two 50 foot pieces of rope with grappling hooks bundled on the ground at her feet. She surveyed the canyon as the team gathered from the heavy armored Frank to the nearly unarmored survivalist Irina. The commandos reported in and Jenus approached and stood at attention.
"At ease. Have you decided on the deployment, Jenus?" Naleena asked.
"I have, Ma'am," Jenus replied. "Iole and I will go with the team. Tallis and Ereba will stay with the ship. I think that in case of an assault that Tallis' barrier would be of benefit to the defense of the ship, and Ereba can take out enemies at long range."
Naleena took the cigar out of her mouth an held it in her hand. "Doesn't Iole usually work with Tallis?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Then why the change?"
"I usually pair with Mira. I need to find a partner. We need to try different combinations."
"I see," Naleena replied and puffed on her cigar. "Alright, Irina, it looks like you came prepared to cut away brush so you have point. Jenus and Iole, you follow. I'll be behind you with Frank. Faed you'll be with Essul. Vayne, you have the rear.
"It looks like we might traverse the canyon along the southern side. The drop doesn't look as steep," Naleena said, pointing at the area. "I brought some rope and grappling hooks in case we need to climb down anything. Vayne, you're the strongest of the group, so you're in charge of the rope."
She puffed on her cigar again. "Let's move out."
Irina led the group down the canyon into the thick jungle.
For a person hacking their way through a jungle, Jenus and Iole noticed Irina moved fairly quickly. Both were keeping up, although Jenus seemed to question her companion even as she did.
"Don't lag behind with that Hellbringer, Goldie. We need that motion detector."
"You see me right next to you, right?" Iole had gone with a sleeveless Commando suit, like Naleena, though she had passed on the cigar chomping part. The Hellbringer was held in an at rest, carry position, which still allowed the motion detector to be visible. Of course, it was also hooked into Iole's HUD glasses which she preferred when not using a helmet.
"Just checking. I haven't seen you in the gym as much as me. Probably spending time fiddling with all your widgets."
"I bet you'd be pretty pissed if the Hellbringer didn't function though, wouldn't you be?"
"You've got to do it all, Goldie. No excuses." Jenus turned and used her arm to gesture to herself, shoulder to thigh. "Use me as an example. Hard. I can go all day and all night, with that Hellbringer if I needed to."
"Is that an offer? Because I'll toss you the gun and spend my time jawing."
"Do your job, Goldie, that's all I'm saying."
Iole rolled her eyes. "While I've been 'fiddling with my widgets', how's that biotic training of yours coming along? Can you stasis anything larger than a pyjak yet?"
"You want a show?"
"Yeah, I kind of do."
When Irina and the Commandos dropped down into a gulley, Jenus spotted a meter tall, two-legged lizard making a run for it, surprised by intruders into its tropical home. As the lizard ran, Jenus snapped out her arm and threw a stasis field at it.
Frank smirked at the exchange in front of him. Among other things.
And then, Jenus straight-up stasis'd some native wildlife.
"You really showed him." He snickered.
...on the Citadel
The loaders had gotten to the location indicated by Anika, but Molly confirmed with Dogger that they stop before they got to the location and convinced him to let her out to scout ahead. Surroundings indicated a typical industrial area, and certainly no loader, or person in drab raincoat, raised any signs of something unusual about to occur. Both loaders were 'around the corner' so to speak, though they could fly up and over, as opposed to just around the building they were parked at.
Molly got to the edge of the building where she could get a view of the warehouse and guards outside it. She gave it a quick assessment, before getting back into the cab with Dogger and updating him on the situation.
Periodically, Irina was putting a mark on the bark of a tree so that they could find their way back.
Jenus and Iole had been jawing back and forth ever since their trek started. Naleena had enough. She grabbed Jenus by the back of her collar.
"Would you two quit screwing around?" she said looking at Iole, and then looked at Jenus. "And you should know better. We don't know what lives on this world, and that little display of yours could have alerted them."
Irina held up her fist indicating to everyone to stop, and made some hand signals: no noise; I'll scout ahead. I hear something.
Naleena indicated that she'd go with her. Irina shook her head no and indicated biotics.
Irina disappeared into the thick vegatation, instead of hacking her way through, she pushed the vines and underbrush growth out of her way. Then she saw what she heard making the crackling sound. There was a biotic primate-like animal and a biotic spitter plant fighting. The animal had made a kill within the plant's territory and the plant was throwing warp bombs at the animal. The animal launched a warp bomb at the plant and causing an explosion, but not an ordinary explosion. It set off several other explosions in the area. Irina ran back to the team along the path she was on and had gotten only about 20 feet before she had to dive to escape one of the blasts. Then everything was quiet. Her arms were scraped and bleeding as was her forehead. She returned to the team without incident.
"What the f*ck happened to you?" Iole asked.
"What do you think happened? She tossed a few grenades and cleared the way." Jenus said and pointed at Irina's arms. "And what the f*ck?"
Irina looked at her arms. "That's the skin weave. Minor wounds heal very quickly through the miracles of modern science," she said. "And no I didn't throw any grenades." She related the events she saw to the group. "In other words, be careful how you use your biotics. The plants appear to be territorial."
"You heard her, everyone." Naleena said. "Move out."
Irina was on point again clearing brush.
Essul quickly drew his kishock as soon as the explosions started, looking around to see what might come their way. Irina moving up though, made him relax a bit.
"The hell did you do up there?" Vayne called out from the rear with a smirk, glad to see she was alright from whatever had set off those explosives. Finding out it was plants though, made his smile drop a bit, "Killer plants...of course there are." He said with a sigh as he followed the others, glancing behind his back every so often to make sure nothing was creeping up behind him.
"Stay close to me. Arms distance at least..." Essul said to Faed, making it sound almost like an order as he looked towards the quarian, watching to make sure he didn't trip or get snagged on anything, "You ever travel on terrain like this before?" he asked.
"No, Essul. I'm not an outdoors type of guy if you know what I mean," Faed replied. "I don't mind the heat, but knowing that even the plants are dangerous does not give me peace of mind."
Faed slipped on something and Essul caught him. The muck was stuck to the bottom of his foot. He tried getting it off on some grass that was growing off the trail.
"Ha! Looks like you just found yourself a pile of sh*t," Vayne said. "Don't worry. It'll come off before we're done hiking. Be thankful your suit is sealed."
Naleena was monitoring the signal strength on her omni-tool. "The distress signal is coming from about a half klick away. We'll need to move northwest to find it," she said and contacted the ship. "VERA, given our location and topography we've seen what's our best route?"
"If you change course to due north about 30 meters, there is a cliff with an approximately 15 meter drop. I suggest that you rappel down. The terrain is flat at the bottom. You should find yourself near the bank of a creek. If you follow that, you should find the signal," VERA replied.
"Thank you." Naleena said.
Previously...( http://forum.bioware...res/?p=18900034 )
Silean Nebula, Teyolia System, Nevos
“Who are you?” Foteni demanded. She was shocked not only by the presence of a stranger, but that the stranger was not another asari.
The human woman with the asymmetrical white bob and doll face answered, as if Foteni should be perfectly familiar with her, “Iyana.”
“I don’t know how you came to pass within the security perimeter, but you will leave immediately. This is private property.”
Iyana, wearing the lavender-white robes that covered her form completely, save her head, now that the cowl was down, and her hands, now that the long sleeves were pushed up, said, “The more you rely on sophisticated technology for your protection, the more centrally located the control to bypass. I suppose most people do not have the resources to contend with your automated checkpoints, and scanners, and detection systems, but once I did, getting here without interference was as simple as flipping a switch.”
There was malice in the human’s eyes, and Foteni took several steps back. She retreated to deception. “I warn you, I will summon others who will not deal with you kindly, and I myself am a late stage matron; if I must bring my biotics to bear on you, I will do so with indiscriminate force!”
Almost as if waiting for Foteni to begin walking backwards, Iyana strode forward, matching her retreat step by step. “How quaint. Lying? There is no one here but you. And while I am positive that yes, you are getting old, I wonder when the last time was that you used those powers of yours. You were a maiden when you were a Commando, perhaps? How many centuries ago was that?”
The frost that seemed to come from the woman’s voice caused Foteni’s heart to leap. She did not show it, and her need to survive took its next course. She halted and put her arms forward. “I warn you one last time. Be gone!” A biotic shield shimmered into existence, and an aura of blue emanated from Foteni’s body.
When Foteni stopped, Iyana did as well. “I meant to deliver the news of your niece and her daughter, but I rather prefer this turn of events.”
“What have you done with them?!”
Iyana began to glow in her own biotic aura, spreading her hands downward and out. “I will be certain to tell you when I am done with you.”
Foteni’s eyes were wide and her wispy form seemed to falter. But for a moment, anger and fear drove her decisions, and she shouted as she cast a stasis field towards the woman. She wanted her captured, to drive the information from her. She would stasis her and let the field crush her if she did not give her the answers she needed.
In Foteni’s mind, it was the simplest of attacks, the fight over before it begun. And yet, the human woman anticipated her maneuver, leaping out of the way of the field just before it was cast. Iyana said nothing, but her eyes mocked Foteni.
Now Foteni tried to remember everything she’d learned. She never saw combat in her thirty years of service but she had made the Commando program. She was capable. And she had served longer than this human had been an adult. Foteni placed one foot back and cast forth a ball of warp energy, guiding it towards its target. It struck Iyana, and her form became hazy from the distorting effects of the field.
The doll like face of Iyana changed and became a skull like grin. “Foteni, you are slow and you are weak.”
Foteni felt real fear now, a chill working from the base of her neck. She concentrated on the strength of her shield, knowing an attack was coming. As the two biotic lash cords dropped and extended from Iyana’s outstretched hands, Foteni prepared herself, a sweat breaking across her brow. The human woman held, watching her, not moving.
Then an explosion of searing pain blossomed in Foteni, ripping forth through her nose and mouth, accompanied by a thunderclap. She could see purple blood fly out from her face in a splashing arc. She collapsed to her knees, raising a hand towards Iyana as if to say ‘stop’ before it turned palm inward to clutch her excruciating wound. An instant memory playback occurred in slow motion, as if it was suddenly important to remember what had happened: A biotic lash struck out, sundering Foteni’s shield with a roar and momentarily leaving a white fissure where it broke the barrier, and slicing open her chin, lips nose and cheek.
“AAAAHHHH!!!” Foteni screamed in pain, her scream causing even more blinding agony as her mouth moved.”
The woman, whose skull visage now had two blue eyes staring out of it like cold burning stars, was above Foteni, leering down before the asari on her knees.
“Sherverush!” Foteni exclaimed, not knowing what to do.
Iyana spat as she taunted Foteni. “I think you might have a Shpeech Impedemench Doctor! Don’t insult me with your pedestrian speculations. I don’t need to be associated with Cerberus, that inbred, narrow-minded cult to have cause against your own species-centric idiocy! No, Foteni, you will be a gnome in a tower, and you will spin gold for me, if you wish no further harm to come to Gille, her daughter, or you.”
Foteni knew then that she was doomed. In her moment of despair, she could only attempt to determine if she had been duped. “My niesh. Prove she ish alive.”
The cold eyes of Iyana glinted with victory. She whipped out her left arm from her robe, where her omni-tool was attached and activated it. “Talk now, Gille,” Iyana commanded at the tool’s voice com, now on speaker.
“Foteni! Foteni, are you hurt?”
Foteni talked through the hand pressed against her face and now with purple blood flowing over it. “Gille, you are all righch?”
“Yes! Yes, we are unharmed. Thank the Goddess you are alive! I’m sorry, so, so sorry, I…”
Iyana cut the line. “There will be plenty of time for a family reunion later. You are coming with me, Foteni, and you will give me no difficulty.”
“I will noch bechray Republicsh,” Foteni protested, but her heart was fearful, and within, she felt as if that too was beyond her control.
Iyana saw through Foteni all too well. “We have not really met yet. And when we do, I will hear all the things you want me to know. Of that I am certain, Foteni. For I am a good student and I have learned from the best. From none other, in fact, than one of your own people.”
"Rappelling. Greaaaat." Frank said, while looking at the map on his omni-tool. Armored or not, he wasn't looking forward to dangling from any type of jagged, rocky surface.
15 meters? I can totally survive that! Maybe.
"Catch me if I fall?" He asked, half joking.
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