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[Redbelle]

Jess grinned and looked to Dahlia and Morgan. "To be honest luv's... This is pretty much how it always is when we get into trouble on the Audron. A fast plan. Folks who might not be the best choice for the job. And a whole load of trouble if you suceed and a damn sight more if you don't".

 

Looking at the hanger door Jess pointed. Soon as that's open and Aelias give's the green light we go. And we don't stop. The Audron will time it so that we can drop off and make it to the train before it's out of jump distance. Soon as we land, make sure we've got everyone. Then split off and attack from both sides with the gas rigs.

 

She paused as the QM walked over and started handing out red painted metal block. "The door clamps". He explained. "Put these over the door and the frame and they'll stop door's from opening. The schematics said the train has two entrances either end and two on top. We've got six. That two each".

 

"Thanks". Jess said, attaching two to her belt. With that done she moved over to the steeds and swung herself up onto hers.

 

Then the waiting began..... How to pass the time?

 

"Hey Dahlia? Want to know how good Morgan is in bed"?

[Terca]

While others moved to the bay Eteon made her way to her designated resting pod. Not the one she actively used, but the one she was supposed to. It was where she kept her helmet.

 

She would have kept it in the armoury but at times those ranking above her had demanded she wear it and despite the fact it was a perfectly fine piece of metal she disliked the feeling. So she often kept her personal helmet hidden so that if they wanted to put a can over her head they needed to use one that wouldn't fit right. And that would only irk the perfectionist upper-ranks more. Thus she was allowed to go without. In case of getting shot in the head it would be an issue, but since in most circumstances people either weren't aiming for the head or were with a high-powered rifle she rarely saw the need. Gasses being used and having to wander through them ranked high enough in her 'things that would be terrible' scale that she was willing to put a can on.

 

Reaching under the bunk into the compartment below she pulled out the 'Lodge Box', the only designated space within which you could take items from home aside from the paint on your face. For the people running the ship this was one of the few things which wasn't allowed to be opened on inspection and during times of emergency the boxes were loaded with an incineration device to make sure the families couldn't be traced.

 

The military was considerate like that.

 

Opening hers she found her helmet, a stylized green and black thing which looked fairly similar to a human's helmet thanks to the lack of fringe. Across the front of it, in the most stereotypical manner one would expect, was a turian skull over the visor part of the helmet. It was pure white and stood out dramatically against the black visor and it was permanent. And it labeled her a pirate. She was also embarrassed that this actually was her idea of 'cool' a few years ago.

 

Sighing she pulled out the helmet and put it under her arm, visor (and skull) down and slipped out of the pod bay with silent prayers to the spirits that she wouldn't run into anyone. She knew that this was the best fit and had the best HUD for dark rooms so would keep her awareness up even in the midst of gasses and conflict. So it was necessary even if she didn't want it to be.

 

She took the lift down to the bay and armoury to switch out her armour for more speed over protection. As she was opening up her second locker and pulling out the weaponry and armour she noticed a pair of turians standing around something on the ground. She ignored them and got suited up in Cabal gear. Hydraulics were muted, omni-tool projections dampened, boots refurbished so they wouldn't create too much noise. If she was dropping in before the gassing started she would be dropping into a group that was going to be going nuts over the fact that suddenly they had a ship directly above and some people riding alongside. She would rather be quiet during those tense times.

 

Walking over to the group of Turians (and making sure they couldn't see the helmet) she saw that they were standing around a flat looking thing with a bulge on the top. She took one look at it and then looked to the others which were exchanging looks before picking it up. The officer flipped it upside-down (or rightside up?) and turned it a few times. It was made of some form of fabric or maybe hide. It looked like a very poorly made satchel or water skin of a sort.

 

"Maybe it's a bowl?" She offered, shrugging. It was a stupid looking bowl if that was the case. The guy looked at her then to his comrade then shrugged himself. "This planet has insect-humans. A bowl made of hide is hardly the weirdest thing here. Probably the most stupid though."

[Cknarf]

"Hey, what's everyone lookin' at?"  Frank squeezed his way into the group of turians.  "Wow, you guys are easily entertained."  He looked up and noticed Eteon.  

"Eteon, hey! I didn't recognize you with the new armor."  He noticed the helmet under her arm, held face down. "Cool helmet."  Frank gave her a thumbs up and fell out of the group.

"Anybody remember what team I was on?"

[Terca]

"The inexplicable nature of this thing is more confounding than entertaining." Eteon replied. She took her helmet out from under her arm and put it on the opposite side from the talkative Frank. Deflection time. "The armour is my standard issue but since I rarely need to actually wander around in a state where life and death is being sneaky as a Space-Cow I don't wear it often. I usually wear Turian Standard issue because it's more armour between the round and my carapace." She began walking away from the group of somewhat baffled turians and motioned for Frank to follow.

 

"We're team gray if I remember correctly. We attach the mounts to the cargo and pull off and provide support to the others if they have trouble. I'm going to be breaking in to see which car has the armour, you're going to be cutting it away from the rest of the train." The Cabal stopped by her regular locker and pulled out her gauntlets. They were usually the armour itself but since this was the ballistic model it was essentially only a one-and-done device. She took out the explosive blades and loaded them into a much smoother compartment in the armour that would detach once used. Her normal blades would be kept alongside in case she needed to cut something open. Or someone. As she was doing so she spoke, "You have explosives for the disconnect, or are you going to improvise once you're there?"

[Cknarf]

"Yeah, I got some from Septimus earlier. It's crazy,  I just met the guy, and he hands me a few kilos of explosives like it's nothing."  Frank smirked.  "I think it'll be enough.  Why?  You have something better?"

 

[Terca]

((Collab with Cknarf))

 

"Possibly." The Cabal waved her hand over a compartment on her thigh and the armour popped open revealing what looked to be the magazine from a rifle with its ridges. She pulled out and pulled on the ends to reveal the scanning mechanism of a recon mine. She opened up her omni-tool and set the scanning range to only two meters before slapping one on the side of her locker. Immediately on contact the red lines of the scanner started to oscillate and analyze the interior of the lockers immediately beside her own. "Recon profiling units." She explained before pulling it off and placing it the other way around. "They can be set so that only a certain amount of HUD units see the lines." An arch of her fingers over her muted omni-tool caused the lines to disappear.

 

"Neat."

"I have a favour to ask of you." She said when the two units were stowed back in the compartment at her side. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the steel and slightly tilted her head. "Be honest. Can you destroy industrial couplings with standard explosives without causing damage to the nearest walls to the explosion? Especially when they are shipping container walls and only designed for rigidity, not defense?"

 

"In theory, yes.  It would be risky though, as they would have to be placed perfectly.  A more directional blast would be preferable."

 

"Then my reservation is valid." Eteon continued. "It is likely that someone will die trying to take or defend the cargo. It's simple to say that once we have the armour we will find some way to equip it either with the help of the Asari or not. Unfortunately, bureaucracy is just that and the more people die here the fewer friends we have with the people making Silaris armour. A Spectre was stationed at the facility. That means she probably has a hand with the guard." She paused. "Do you see where I am going with this?"

 

"I don't plan on killing anyone, if that's what you're asking."  Frank crossed his arms.  "If it were up to me, I'd talk them out of it."

"Also, the explosives are a last resort, I may be able to get by without them."

 

"You shouldn't have to, in an ideal world." Eteon ceded as she stepped away from the lockers. She pointed towards the people suiting up and the group on the Mech-Steeds that were equipping the riot gear and equipment. "But this makes me uneasy." She dropped her hand again. "Deidrus is relying on the versatility of people like you, Jess and Morgan. Individuals who aren't as symmetrical as myself and my fellow Turians. He wants to think you can do this because despite his better judgement he is going to save lives here as opposed to let them be lost."

 

"These scanning devices might not be necessary. And in the ideal world they aren't." She walked to Frank and pulled the device out. "But as much as I might not act the part any Turian worth her crest knows that idealistic situations are for the desperate," she held the device out to Frank. "and the unprepared. Deidrus will not risk lives and Commandos are not ones to be treated lightly. He might order the blowing of the links to save time over finesse."

 

Frank examined the scanning device.  "I don't understand.  Do you want me to stick this somewhere?"  he raised an eyebrow.  "That came out wrong." He buried his face in his palm.  "Look, whatever you need, it's done, alright?  Just tell me exactly what you want, I don't want to screw anything up."

 

"Just humor my paranoia. The scanner has a range of 20 meters so if you place it near the center of the car when you are dropped off you will be able to see where the Asari are on the inside. If you have to blow the links I'll know and I'll try and keep the commandos or their bodies away from the sides so you can detonate without causing harm. Just wait until they're out of the range, alright?" Eteon ignored the innuendo because despite the strong urge to make a joke she was  supposed to be serious right now. "If this goes smoothly it lets us know if everyone is out cold yet. If we need to break it might save some commando's lives."

 

"You need to place it because I'm going to be busy not getting shot. When you land on the car toss it near the center of the roof and it'll do its job." She clicked her mandibles and closed the compartment on her thigh. "You can keep the scanner after this is all done if you want. Attach some explosives and you have your own variable-load recon mine."

 

"Sounds easy enough." Frank smiled, and placed the device in his bag.  "Anything else?"

 

"Nothing. Keep your wits about you and we will all be fine."Eteon inclined her head in thanks. "Sorry for taking time from your preparation."

 

"Don't be.  The lives we could save are worth more than a few minutes of my time." Frank headed back toward the armory. "I'll try my best not to die."

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Naleena sat in the interrogation room drinking her coffee out of the paper cup. The coffee had been over heated and had a burned taste, but there was no accounting for tastes in a military base.

 

“Do you have any cream and sugar for this crap?” she asked the guard.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Not like the stuff we got back home,” the guard left and returned with a couple packs of creamer and sweetener. “I’ll say this for the humans. I’m glad they brought this stuff into the galactic community.”

 

“I agree.” Naleena replied, and then was quiet again, contemplating how the Spectre would come at her next. How was she treating Anika? Better yet, was Anika behaving herself? I don’t believe this Spectre would resort to torture since it never works anyway, and I doubt she has the training to do a mind probe.

 

About 30 minutes passed and still Xanthe hadn’t returned.

 

In the observation room, T’goni and Xanthe watched Naleena.

 

“She’s a cool one. She just sits there. She knows she’s being watched and isn’t going to betray anything. Look at her. Not even an idiosyncratic movement with the coffee cup. And her body language.” T’goni said, “Nerves of steel. You’re going to have to lay your cards on the table with this one.”

 

“Yeah, I’ll even bet she meditates. Come on. We’re wasting time.” Xanthe said.

 

The two left the observation room and re-entered the interrogation room where Naleena was seated.

 

“It’s kind of warm in here, don’t you think?” Xanthe asked, “Especially in that coat. I’d imagine you want to get out of here quickly.”

 

“I’ve been on a Turian ship. I am quite comfortable, thank you for your concern,” Naleena replied.

 

“Alright, smart ass, let’s get down to business. What’s the real reason you’re here?” Xanthe asked.

 

“I assume Anika confirmed my story?” Naleena asked.

 

“Anika had some very interesting things to say about you. When I told her what she’s facing she caved. She said you deserted a Spectre mission and forced her to go along with it. That is a pretty serious charge, T’sarius,” Xanthe said.

 

“What do you take me for? Some two-credit thug you can browbeat with lies?” Naleena scoffed, “It’s the oldest trick in the book. Turn one partner against the other. Besides, your body language betrays your deceit. I have nothing to hide. Do you?” Naleena did a minor surface probe of Xanthe.

 

Xanthe felt a light tingling sensation, and then she realized what was going on. “Get out of my head!” Xanthe shook her head in reflex.

 

T’goni drew her firearm and aimed it at Naleena.

 

Naleena sat stoically in her chair and stopped. “You were lying about Anika. Why the deceit? I came here of my own free will. Would it not be better to build a rapport with me than build suspicion?”

 

Xanthe waived off T’goni. T'goni holstered her weapon.

 

Xanthe stood and started walking around the room. She stopped behind Naleena, put her hands on the back of Naleena’s chair and bent over to Naleena’s hearing flap level. “Listen, b*tch, you want to play hardball? I’ll play hardball. I want to know the real reason you came here, not any varrensh*t reason. The real reason. And if you don’t tell me, you know that pardon of yours? From what I heard it barely passed. I might see about having it rescinded. And if that’s not enough, try this one on for size: Treason against the Republics. Perhaps the Justicars could handle that one.” Xanthe stood and walked away. “Now start talking.”
 

[Terca]

Septimus was ready for Eteon when she approached the older Turian. He was speaking with another, possibly an underling in Req, when he saw her. He waved the other away and looked her from head to toe with his usual discerning eye. After an eternal three seconds he listed what she had as standard equipment. If she had one of a few things she wasn't allowed to carry it and would need to leave it here. The lack of internal storage in the ergonomic armor made it impossible to smuggle things in and out and the GENLOCK on her armor would reject anything not supposed to be in a slot. No thermal clips could go in the Scanner department, so on, so forth.

 

"Scanner."

 

"Stashed." She replied, somewhat tiredly. This was never an enjoyable beginning to a job. It was why she usually just went with standard issue. When Septimus gave her an eye she waved her hand over her leg, opened the compartment and pulled out the holster. A glance and he waved it off.

 

"Arctus Helmet."

 

"In sight." She shifted the piece of armor in question under her arm. A glare and she inclined her head before lifting it slightly so he could see it though the others could not. "It's ready for use." She said, a little more compliantly.

 

"Blades."

 

Lifting her left arm the compartment for ballistics opened to show the loaded poison blades. A single explosive blade was also stashed, its different make denoted by the orange 'hilt'. Raising her other arm two razor-thin blades reached out half a meter then retracted back into their sheath completely collapsing.

 

"Gun."

 

"None equipped." The Cabal replied evenly. On cue a split along the back of her armor and the left leg opened, both of very different sizes. The one on the back could hold a small sniper rifle or battle rifle, the one on her left thigh a small arms device. She would have turned to show but the holster expanded silently to accept a weapon for mag-lock, showing it was empty.

 

"You are being issued an Turian Modified M21-Carthage." Pulling out a weapon from behind him he held it out to her handle-first. The weapon was smooth and black and most definitely not of standard make. She recognized the M-X1 variants as high Rate-of-Fire and shield penetration units. Useful for dealing with biotics and chipping away at armor. This, however, did not resemble any of the models she had seen, either the M11-Suppressor or M01-Golan. "It's an adapted human design based on modern stunguns. It uses non-standard ammunition and is useless against armored opponents. For this mission combatants have been asked to use non-lethal force to effect. Because of this you are being issued the Carthage and it will be part of you standard Cabal arsenal."

 

Eteon nodded, somewhat distracted by the aesthetics of the weapon before placing it in the thigh-holster. It immediately retracted before the secondary slot opened to accept ammo for it. "Non-standard weaponry is usually handed out to Cabal groups before there mission starts especially if untested. Why am I being given this type of gun?"

 

"At the request of the Hierarchy you were kept out of the loop on particular weapon options because of your reluctance to act as necessary. Since you are required by this task to act as you should we have taken leeway with our orders and have allowed you your right to your weapons." The old Turian had a glint in his eye. "That is to say it is not officially marked."

 

From a side-compartment in his standard armor he produced four actual magazines which surprised Eteon, but only just. The make of the handgun was obvious non-standard and based on that wouldn't be using normal loadings. The surprise came from the fact she was looking at an old magazine. She thought those had fallen way out of vogue. Most still used internal production methods based on thermal clips.

 

"This is an airburst weapon which is only useful within five meters. As it is an incredibly short distance most units other than Cabal would find it useless. You should find it incredibly useful as the cars are not that large and you should have several angles to work from with cargo onboard." He held out his hand and Eteon pulled out the firearm again, placing it in his palm. With the deft hands of a weapons expert he released the loaded magazine and reloaded it twice. After the second time Eteon took it and with a bit less finesse was able to load it in a swift moment. "Firing it at an enemy noted by your suit's systems will cause a capsule to explode. It contains Novas gas sublimate and leaves a trail of magnesium tragestrite. Pull the trigger and the round is shot, release it manually and it will explode before it reaches the target. Otherwise the system will send a charge along the 'trag and cause the gas to rupture. It will disrupt the nervous system for a period of time which should allow for a takedown. It's quiet but only truly effective if you can follow up quickly. Firing blanks will do nothing for you.

 

Handing the weapon back along with the clips the old man regarded Eteon with narrowed eyes. "Each magazine holds two shots. You have four clips meaning that you have eight shots with which to knock someone flat and the gas needs to be lit near the mouth, ears or rear frills to be useful."

 

"And if I need to kill someone?" She asked once the items were stowed. "I'm going to miss from time to time with something as... Odd as this."

 

"I recommend you don't miss." Was Septimus' reply. He crossed his arms and looked across the room towards the lockers where she had spoken with Frank. "You want to save lives, don't you?"

 

Eteon raised a brow plate. "Regardless of what I would like to be able to do I will need to fight for my life. Blades and eight potential doses to incapacitate is not going to be enough when the fight begins and I'm on board."

 

"The XO made a decision that I would honor your wishes as a pacifist and let you leave without a lethal weapon." His mandibles clicked and it was obvious that the current situation was a bit less than ideal for him as well. "I'm not allowed to let you leave unprepared unless absolutely necessary. It is a requirement of me as arms Requisitons Master and Quartermaster below that. However he as XO can determine what 'necessary' means."

 

"I'll steal something then." Eteon's flat reply came.

 

"Please do so." Septimus replied. As Eteon started walking away looking for a rifle to grab he let out a long whistle between his 'lips'. He walked away from the organized group of the bay and moved into his office, a small and bare little room which was mostly taken up of files and datapads along with a computer. In the drawers of his desk he pulled out a weapon which was an exact replica of Eteon's new gun. It was visually identical to most but Septimus could see the flaws. Polymers not properly finishes, weight not evenly distributed. As a weapon designed by Turians it was just as aesthetically gaudy but the feel was wrong. And it was theoretically the weapon the XO had been holding on to along with the other restricted weaponry.

 

This is going to come back to me later. He though to himself, mumbling quietly before throwing the weapon back into the drawer and locking it. And when it does... This ship is going to be a bit less stable.

[Cainhurst Crow]

Vayne went through his arsenal, looking through the explosives as he loaded them onto his improvised bandoliers, having a few flash grenades loaded onto him as he worked on the sticky and arc grenades. The thing about the sticky bombs, was that their mechanisms for making them stick to objects was all that separated them from normal fragmentation grenades. They worked on the same principle, and due to this vayne found it relatively easy to work on disassembling the sticky bombs and unloading the explosive gel and fragmentation payload, and load in the mechanism for the arc grenades instead, using a bit of omnigel to seal the whole thing back up. 

 

With these, he hopefully wouldn't need to enter the engine room itself, but simply toss them onto the sides of the engines and have them overload the systems from outside. With that, the engine room would lock down unless it detected an environmental hazard, while the system itself worked to reboot. A process that would take a sizable amount of time, but wouldn't be a permanent disabling of the systems. 

 

"Let's see if I can do this..." Vayne said as he looked over his handiwork with his improvised mines, the light activating on the mine showing that indeed the mechanism was able to be primed. Vayne nodded as he set to work with the others, humming to himself as he did so. He had a serene sense of calm doing this, and when it was done, vayne pulled the environmental helmet over his face, suited up as he got his weapons. He had his chakram launcher on his back, his bakara pistol on his thigh, and his schimitar shotgun at his back. His grenades were along his belt and chest, along with thermal clips, and he looked like some mad maurading tank had sprouted arms and legs as he walked out of his shuttle.

 

He needed a pilot for his vessel so he could actually move to the side of the train, and as he pondered this his eyes glanced towards the turians there. As he looked around however, something struck him as somewhat amiss. He looked about the shuttle bay, blinking as a thought occurred to him.

 

"Where's zenon?" he asked aloud, pondering for a moment as he looked for a turian who'd be able to help fly his ship nice and steady during this little operation. He tried to push the thought out, assuming she was off somewhere hiding. But he couldn't help but feel a cold lump in the pit of his stomach as the thought kept nagging at him.

[Kel Riever]

The Audron hovered just two meters above the desert plateau, kicking up dust with its engines.  Its wide, rear hatch lowered, ready to release the vanguard of its clandestine undertaking.

“Silver Team you are good to go,” Aelias said calmly through her headset from her station in the CIC.

Seconds later, she could see the mecha-steeds of Jess, Dahlia and Morgan on one of her viewscreens, racing towards their objective.  Aelias informed the bridge, “Silver Team away.”

“Affirmative,” the pilot answered, “Executing operation.”

Twin thrusters fired and the Audron lifted.  It moved from hover to flight mode.  As it turned back somewhat in the direction it came, Vayne’s shuttle launched, the small craft burning towards its own destination. 

At last, the Audron was off, climbing skyward and somewhat back in the direction it came from.  She would close from above and behind the train, coming out of the sun to hunt her prey.

[Kel Riever]

Mira T’Riel was leaning against the wall, with the side door still open, watching the passing view.  They had crossed the shallow foothills and the sharp peaks of the range would be upon them in another twenty minutes or so.  Already, however, the sharp drop offs had come, enigmatic and captivating chasms that raggedly cut through the surface with mostly dried riverbeds running along them distantly below.  The train quickly passed the last of the chasms to cross a wide plateau.

Iole was obsessively looking over her Hellbringer, sitting atop one of the Silaris armor plates.  Jenus and Tallis were playing a ridiculous game of five finger wrestling¹ in the walkway while arguing and joking with each other.  Mira appreciated the moment of being left alone.

One aspect of Duellos that never ceased to amaze Mira was how far she could see.  Dust looked like it was being kicked up from running animals at the edge of her natural vision; something she would never be able to see on her forested home world.  They were intent in pursuit, based on their vigorous and linear path, she figured.  Were they being ridden?

A crest raising, high pitched bell resonated and a red light flooded the train car.  Over the com speakers, one of the other team commando’s voice spoke urgently, “Alert! Alert!  We have two craft, approaching rapidly!  Everyone to their stations!”

Mira’s team was already reacting, snapping to professionalism in an instant.  She got out of the doorway and readied herself.  Mira sometimes really hated being right.

 

¹Five-finger wrestling:  Not unlike traditional Native-American wrestling contests pitting one body part against another in a test of strength and stamina.  In this case, the asari lock the fingers of one hand and try to throw each other off balance without moving their feet.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Naleena watched Xanthe walk back to the other side of the table. She thought this would be an easy case of asylum, but it was not. Xanthe wanted more, and if she didn’t get it, life would become a living hell.

 

Naleena took a deep breath and sighed. "Androkan said he spoke with authorities in the Asari base about securing a supply of Silaris armor for his mission against the Collectors. I assume that was you. We'd seen a Collector vessel before and the energy weaponry on it would cut through the hull of the Audron like it wasn't there. He said the negotiations broke down, so...

 

Xanthe interrupted. "You left because the mission is to steal the supply from the train and you didn’t want any part of it because it would involve firing on Asari military. Dammit! That supply is critical for another project. He needs Council approval!"

 

"I suggested that he contact the Council."

 

"Well did he?"

 

"I do not know. I took the small window of opportunity he gave us to leave."

 

"My guess is he didn't!"

 

"I hereby request asylum for myself and my friend."

 

"Granted. You may have saved lives," Xanthe said, "T'goni, grab a guard and escort our guests to the freighter. Put them in one of the vacant quarters and station a guard outside. Under no circumstances are they to wander unescorted."

 

T'goni snapped to attention. "Yes, Ma'am."

 

Xanthe left the interrogation room and began to walk briskly down the hall toward the exit to the tarmac. “Shori, alert the train! T’geya prep my shuttle for launch. Tower, alert the fighters to provide cover for the train.”

 

“Lt. T’goni, there is a girl among the refugees. Her name is Zenon. I rescued her from the Collectors on Omega. She should be near a friendly face. Would you please have her brought to use? She is probably frightened.” Naleena asked as they walked to Anika's room.

 

“I’ll see what I can do.” T’goni said. “We have to pass by the refugee area. Point her out if you see her.”

 

Anika was still seated. The door opened T'goni entered and Naleena was standing in the hall.

 

"Get up. You're coming with us." T'goni said.

 

"Naleena?" Anika said

 

"It's going to be alright. We have asylum," Naleena said.

 

"Where are they taking us?" Anika asked.

 

"To the freighter. You'll be put in one of the vacant quarters, not a cell," T'goni said, "You'll have limited access to the ship, like to the lavatory, but you'll need an escort. It is a military vessel and we don't transport civilians without prior clearance."

 

"I've asked the lieutenant to bring Zenon to us. She has agreed." Naleena said.

 

Anika took Naleena's hand.

 

"You two together?" T'goni asked. "It's none of my business, but just asking."

 

"Yes." Naleena replied.

 

 

EDIT: Grammatical error corrected - "Well is he?" corrected to "Well did he?"

Modifié par sH0tgUn jUliA, 30 juillet 2014 - 07:54 .

[Terca]

As the Audron began its approach to intercept Eteon began waiting near the doors of the bay. Armored talons drummed against hard and soft armor as shadowboxing filled every moment within her head. She was trained in hand-to-hand so this wouldn't be particularly difficult she hoped. One of the problems in trying to assess a Commando is that they have a massive chunk of time to dedicate to any form of martial skills. Grappling, throwing, straight-strikes, non-standard stance breaks... It would be hard to keep up if those she couldn't knock flat quickly were able to reverse styles on her.

 

Cabal bladework should put them off. She thought to herself as she turned to a corner of the room and took a deep breath. It's non-standard and isn't part of the Hierarchy's cross-train programs with any of the other species.

 

Bladeworks were a combination of straight-strike and break styles which relied on a couple of things. First was the active manipulation of the blades' length and angle, second was the positioning relative to the opponent and in case of fighting a biotic barrier propagation. Third was movement, where the break style came from. A lot of momentum conservation and throwing without grappling first. It relied on surprise and barring that tenacity. She would have trouble anywhere outside her standard warp range but within it she would have a fair amount of versatility.

 

Since teams Silver and Red were already away she had little time to prepare aside from that. She had stretched and done a couple relay jumps but that was it. She was going into this a bit raw for her liking but that's what she had to live with. Luckily contained within the slope of the back of her armor was a Daedalos shotgun. It was small enough to be contained within the compartment but hopefully versatile enough to get her through a ranged conflict she might have to deal with. It was only so effective.

[Cknarf]

Frank paced nervously back and forth, hands behind his helmeted head.  He took deep breaths, in an attempt to lower his heart rate.  

You got this Frank.

He smacked his helmet several times with open palms.

You got this.

[Cainhurst Crow]

Vayne's shuttle speed above the train, moving a short distance off of it, out of the audrons vector path as its speed began to increase, a bit of bumpiness being caused from the wind whipping around the train. Inside, Vayne stood holding one of the hand rails above for stability, with his Irina and a few others who made up red team.

 

"Red Team approaching target..." Vayne said into the comms as he waited nearby the side door to his shuttle, on the right side of his ship, knowing what would go down.

 

"We have one shot at this..." Vayne said as he got himself ready for combat, his guns holstered at the moment. "We have to stick the grenades beyond the interior compartments of the train. Too close and we miss the trains main systems, and risk eletricuting the asari inside. Too far away and we don't hit anything." he explained, getting his magnetic locks on his boots working, knowing he'd need it. "We have to nail them just past the window. Hit at least more then 2 arc grenades on there, and it'll short out the electrics, and force a reboot in the system. Locking the engineering car, and slowing this train down at a steady rate."

 

"That means as soon as those arc grenades are stuck, we pull away immediately, and we start slowing down with the train. We can serve as surpressive fire to aid team grey and team silver." he says as he looks to the others.

 

"Now mag lock your boots, and lets do this ****." He says as they begin to approach the front of the train, moving over the mostly flat terrain on the right of the train and making sure to watch their rear, should any shooters try to blow out their thrusters while they get in close.

[Terca]

The Audron approached the train with the hulking silence of a ship adrift. 550 feet long and 430 feet wide it was eerily silent through gliding along to match the speed of the train. It dwarfed the train below though it only required one section of it. It descended from above, floating and foreboding as it came to hover and easily match the speed of the train. For now, it was resting as a massive shadow in the sky that was also casting one on the ground creating a lack of definition on its underside. This advantage in dropping off would only last as long as the sun remained behind them.

 

It hovered just outside the drop distance and a tone echoed through the ship.

 

"The Audron is entering an active combat zone providing support. All hands prepare for combat situations, Armiger units prep for short jump if necessary. members of Gray team be aware that we are entering your drop zone."

 

To teams Silver and Red another message was sent: "Teams Red and Silver. The Audron is approaching the mission area and is currently holding. All pieces are in place to begin."

 

As the ship stopped its descent temporarily Eteon moved from her space to the rappelling station. She could jump from here but air resistance would throw her of the train's path. Rappelling meant she could brake before having reaching the bottom causing the tension to swing her forwards. The remaining distance would be easy. "I'm on mark." She said ash she pulled on her helmet and looked at the door in front of her. The sounds of airlocks opening hissed before she was greeted with the sight of rapidly moving landscape. It's time.

[Redbelle]

When Anika had a moment to ask Naleena how she'd gotten them asylum, at first she was taken aback. Then she was confused. Then she asked how Naleena had really gotten them asylum and she'd been handed the same answer and by that point.....

 

By that point she was royally angry.

 

Keeping it to herself she allowed herself to be moved where they wanted them which involved travelling down endless corridor's towards the freighter bays. And as she did she kept reminding herself of two things.

 

She really really thought she was in love.....

 

And that Naleena had just put her captain in jepody.

 

When this was done she and her were going to have a long talk about being upfront and honest. Asari commando's were going to try and stop her captain and what would have been a simple, bloodless as possible operation now had the potential to become a bloodbath.

 

Seeing Naleena looking towards her she blinked, trying to maintain her blank look. Then reached down and jammed her helmet on so she didn't have to hide her expression. The guards bawked but Anika just pointed them on and the guards, not finding the seven foot tall woman doing anything threatening other than wearing armour, just looked at each other and continued.

 

Naleena had put her captain at risk. They needed to talk.

 

Already she heard the sounds of the base coming alive as an alert went out.

 

Oh yes.... A very... very long talk indeed. And maybe a comm officer on the frieghter to punch and hi-jack her.....

 

......

 

No. Jess had warned her this could happen. Torn between her pardon and the group her freedom had won out.

 

At least, Anika thought, she was free to pick up the pieces.

[Cainhurst Crow]

"Acknowledged..." Vayne said as he stepped in front of the doorway, a breif hiss as the airseals opened, and already a rushing of air was starting to be felt. When the doors fully opened, it was like their vessel was a can of soda someone had popped, the air pressures barely causing the shuttle to sway thanks to their pilot.

 

"Showtime..." He said as he reached to his bandolier, pulling out the sticky arc grenade as their vessel began pulling quickly along the right side of the vessel, the shadow the audron casting making everything seem rather dull and flat. Not that he minded, the world was flat for him most of the time anyway.

 

He held an arc grenade in each clawed hand, careful not to drop or activate any of them, lest they stick prematurely. And as they began to pull up towards the front of the train slowly, working the engine hard to match the speed of the train, they inched closer to their destination.

 

"Gonna need some cover fire, just in case they start taking pot shots." He says to Irina, looking to her with a crazed grin, "Think you could manage?" he asks.

[Terca]

With the event set and the parties on the move Eteon grabbed the rappelling line and was the first of gray team to go down. It was pointless to put extra people in danger by mucking around with each car so she made her descent speed-up by only keeping a loose hand on the line.

 

It was still a sizeable distance from the Audron to the train but the rappelling line reached far enough. During the controlled descent Eteon ran a diagnostic through her system to make sure that she was going to be properly prepped with her arsenal. About halfway down the diag passed without fault and the HUD was projected over the inside of her visor. Distance readings, sound, acceleration and minor thermal were all in-built but didn't make or break it. What was mostly useful was the fact it was able to handle warp-entry much better than other visors which had to calibrate again for a moment. She was reluctantly happy to have it on because of that.

 

When she was getting near the bottom of the line she closed her fist and slowed down, the high-tension in the rope causing the line to straighten out a bit with the force as it fought against the wind. It was nicely silent in her helmet from the muffling but she could still feel the wind resistance against her armor as she was forced into the wind-front.

 

When she reached the bottom of her swing there was a sucking noise, a pause, and then she was falling the remaining ten feet onto the top of the last rail car. It was quiet, but not silent, and immediately she made a lateral jump forward with a silent step out of it to try and throw off any blindfire.

 

"This is Eteon Draiken to Ship. I'm on the cars and ready to start the assessment. I'll mark the car when the objective is found." She reported up to the Audron as she looked up and against the wind being caused by the train's movement. She didn't know the window of opportunity here but it was not long enough for this to be comfortable.

[Redbelle]

"I am not loving this I am not loving this I am not loving this"!

 

Oh who was she kidding. She was loving this. The second they'd been given the go Team Silver had kicked their steed's into action and thundered across the decking, down the ramp, onto a plateau of Duellos and were speeding towards the track's even as the Audron dusted off behind them.

 

Looking down she saw the mapping the Audron had downloaded showing them the tracks. Data spooled up and Jess called for the group to slow down as her VI informed her that their speed would have them run out of surface before the train arrived.

 

Thirty seconds later they saw it and Jess urged the Steed's on, galloping over the terrain. The Train was moving faster then them but their relative speed made the total difference far less than if they'd stood still and jumped. Still.... They needed to land this correctly. Get on the train. Avoid falling off and bouncing along the ground. Move quickly and quietly and hope that they hadn't been detected and that everything else otherwise went off without a hitch.

 

"Ready"? Jess called to Dahlia who gave a thumbs up. She repeated the query to Morgan who gave an exagerated nod and Jess pulled her steed towards the drop off leading down the rails.

 

The drop off was probaly over half a story tall and loose rock fell in the wake of the thundering hooves as the train began to slide past them. The engine slid by first. A sleek gun metal colour whose nose split the air around it's aerodynamic body to slide over it's dimpled surface. Jess waited as that slid past, then the carriages began to slide by and Jess narrowed her eye's. Looking for the one with passenger doors that would show which was the commando's.......

 

That one.

 

From her helmet she heard Aelias call in. "Audron is incoming to your location. Are youy on yet"?

 

"Give it a minute luv"! Jess called back as she read the terrain ahead. And blinked. They were running out of plateau and further up the surface began to bend away from the tracks and.....

 

Jess revved Baldy's engine and hit jerked him over to one side, even as she hit the thruster's and Baldurjack jumped, it's jump held for a moment from the thrust and for one dizzying moment she was over between the tracks and the rock face, watching both moving at different speeds....... Then Baldy was down.... and sliding off towards the furthest edge of the train roof as metal hooves slid over metal panelling.

 

Jess hit the magnetic clamps and Baldurjack came to a halt so abruptly that Jess was nearly thrown off to and over his head. Managing to cling on and stop from falling off the train. The low atmosheric wind chill hit her but was kept at bay by her helmet and armour. She looked over her shoulder to the others. Better to stay on the mount till everyone was accounted for.

[Cainhurst Crow]

The shuttle continued to pull up closer to the engine, now being parallel with the engine room and starting to pull ahead. "Steady....keep it steady!" Vayne yelled, wanting to maintain this distance between their vessel and the train if the throw was going to be worth a damn. He was starting to sweat a little from nervousness, hands clutching the grenades loosely as they got closer to their goal.

 

Finally the window for the engine room came into view, as the shuttle began to pull ahead the train seemed to be trying to increase its speed to outrace them. He didn't care however, as his target was in sight, needing only a few more feet to close the gap before-

 

"THERE!" Vayne yelled as his eye shot open, seeing the ships line up perfectly. He tossed both the grenades under handed towards the front of the shuttle, the wind picking them up as they soared forward a moment, then backwards in an arc, striking the train engine just in front of the windows as he smirked, pulling a third out and priming it before he tossed it hard, smacking the ship right between the two as the train pulled ahead of them.

 

"Break off now!" He yelled, grabbing hold of the railing as the shuttle suddenly was passed by the train rapidly, the shuttle hitting their breaks to get some distance between the sticky arc grenades and their own vessel. The grenades remained in place, blinking for two or three more seconds before they detonated in a massive ball of electrical discharge, the lights of the train flickering on and off as the ship registered a massive surge of electricity, warning lights and sirens lighting up the termporarily dark conductors cabin as the safety systems came online.

 

Then the trains systems shut down all at once, the digital safety features treating the grenade detonations as if they had been genuine power surges, and tripping the circuits inside the trains system to keep them from overloading. The train began to slow more and more rapidly as it no longer had its power to keep adding to its inertia, having only the pure force of physics keeping it from coming to a stop.

 

Vayne looked out of the door, giving a mighty laugh as he saw his handiwork, "YES!!! Direct hit." he said as he drew his chakram launcher, "Now comes the hard part...get ready for a waiting game of bullets." he said as the shuttle began to drift away from the train, giving them more range to help cover.

[Kel Riever]

Morgan landed next, then Dahlia.  Both their mounts slid backwards some along the train, and then their magnetic hove clamps latched on.  Each dismounted, set for action. 

“I’ll shut down the rear car with door clamps,” Morgan said, “Then attach a rig and get the gas pumping!”

There was the smell of ozone and lightning arced up from the engine ahead.  Team Silver felt the jolt of the train underneath them as it abruptly began to slow, but they held on fine.  Vayne’s shuttle was veering away, the first part of Red Team’s job done.

[Terca]

"Red, this is Eteon. I'm at the back of the train and will enter when you have finished injecting applying the knockout gasses." Eteon had stumbled a bit with the sudden change in acceleration but she had caught herself before she was off-balance. She looked up when she noticed the shadow of the Audron shifting and the ship began to lower itself towards the top of the train. Soon the rest of Grey will be off and they will be able to begin the process.

[Redbelle]

"Oooooh, we are so late. Move everyone move NOW! Get the door's sealed shut"!

 

Matching action to word, Jess took off with a rig and clamps. Pausing to set one on the overhead hatch before hurrying forward. Swinging down to the door hatch she quickly clamped that door too and set the rig in place.

 

It adhered with more of a clang than she would have liked. The time for subtlety over she hit the activation command and heard the drill swing into position and bring itself up to speed and cooling gas began to flow and the drill whirred at high speed. About thirty seconds later it popped through and Jess heard the drill bit retract, then a whirr. Then a nozzle poked through and she heard the gas begin to flow.

 

She hoped Morgan was having as much success on his end.

[Terca]

Too quiet? Eteon thought to herself as she closed her eyes temporarily and tried to think of what might be going on inside the car below her. They would have seen the ship coming and then gotten ready for a fight, wouldn't they? If so, why was it so quiet? They could be barricading themselves in. But they couldn't know we were going for a non-lethal approach and without armoring the sides of the trains they would be sitting gas-bags. If the armor is the only thing of value on this train then they would know we wouldn't hesitate to shoot first and clear out.

 

Maybe they think that we don't know they're there...? Either way, this was making her uneasy. She looked ahead to the first car being gassed and started watching closely for signs of something being off.