Post by The Hunter on Apr 20, 2014 22:33:03 GMT -6
Shots echoed across the compound, alarms blared, mercenaries scrambled to react. Eclipse mechs patrolled calmly through the chaos while their masters issued orders and hunted their quarry. Captain Mairas glared out the window of her private citadel, the asari’s blue eyes burning with anger. “Will someone tell me what the hell is going on!?” A black armored salarian poured over information from his omni-tool, “Squads 3 through 5 are silent, Automated Patrols 3 and 10 are offline. I’m getting reports of three individuals, others say five. I’d say very well trained, very well armed.” The asari whirled on him, “Then get your squad moving! I’m trying to organize a raid, I DON’T NEED THIS SHIT!” “Yes, Captain,” the salarian nodded once as he left the room.
Six black armored Eclipse mercs moved expertly through the vehicle bay, broken mechs and bodies scattered all over the floor, burned out heat clips still smoked as boots stepped lightly around them. The salarian in the lead panned his Carnifex left and right as the humans and asari behind him tracked the shadows for movement with SMGs and assault rifles. They were elite, expertly trained killers. They’d been through countless firefights and come out victorious every time. But this time, they made a mistake; they didn’t look up.
High above them, a black armored turian crouched in the support beams. The VI marked targets’ prioritizing them and advising the best angle of attack. Behind the visor, the turian’s pupils dilated as stims flooded her system, sending muscles and nerves into overdrive. The turian pushed off as the squad passed underneath, the propulsion jets installed into the battleplate roared to life, accelerating the descent into the group with devastating force. The Eclipse mercs were thrown off of their feet, fire dancing across their armor. In a heartbeat, automatic fire ripped through kinetic shields and tore through plasteel armor, instantly turning a Human and an Asari into shredded meat. A blast of ice washed over the Turian as a Human attempted to Snap Freeze the attacker. The armor shrugged off the tech attack, one of the perks of Armiger Battleplate, allowing the Turian to plunge an omniblade into the Human’s faceplate. The Turian hefted the limp Engineer up and threw him into the remaining Asari as she recovered sending her sprawling again. A shotgun levelled at her as the last Human regained her footing, the Turian’s jets fired again, nimbly dodging the black armored attacker out of the line of fire just as the shotgun fired. The Phaeston opened up again, overcoming kinetic shields and shattering the chestplate of the Human.
A glimpse of the Salarian retreating through a doorway triggered the chase response in the overstim’ed Turian. Boots thudded as it took off, a single grenade clattering to the floor next to the Asari as she finally freed herself from the dead Human’s weight. She managed a short scream before the biotically charged blast cut her off and left a smoking crater in the vehicle bay’s floor. The doorway led to a set of elevators, one of which was in use. The Turian made an educated guess as to where it would stop; top floor. The black armored warrior stepped into the second elevator and pushed the button. The heavy doors closed, leaving the Turian pacing in the moving lift, jazzy music playing over the speakers. The Turian slapped a fresh thermal clip into place and readied for the coming fight.
Captain Mairas levelled her Revenant at the elevator doors, swearing to herself loudly. That damned Salarian had vanished leaving her on her own against a very capable and very problematic enemy. The elevator ding’ed, and she opened fire, the heavy rifle punching holes through the doors with ease. The Asari burned through the entire thermal clip, the doors giving way and caving inwards under the assault. Smoke poured from the elevator and the Asari grinned smugly, “Not so tough with a fuckton of ammunition in you, eh?” She stood up from behind her desk, marching toward the ruined elevator; she wanted to see this fucker who was stupid enough to use the elevator. As she leaned in, her eyes widened in horror, the lift was empty. She stumbled backwards just as the elevator dropped away, falling to the basement level. Propulsion jets flashed in the empty darkness, the midnight clad warrior soaring into the room, landing with a heavy thud. The Asari levelled the Revenant, pulling the trigger only to hear that fatal ‘click’. She dropped the empty rifle, and charged up a biotic blast only to have a rifle butt smack into her mouth. The Asari’s biotic attack went wide, obliterating a Prothean tablet, meanwhile the Turian pinned her to the floor, the black helm’s visor staring down soullessly. She spit purple blood onto the visor, “Go ahead, bitch. Finish it!”
“I think not,” a Salarian voice called from the shadows. He stepped forward, decloaking with Carnifex in hand. The Asari smiled at the Turian on top of her, “Now you’re fucked, Turian.” The Salarian shook his head, “Correction: You, Asari, are fucked. I’ve been working under you for over a year, proving myself time after time. Too bad you weren’t smart enough to dig deeper into my history. Jondum Bar, Special Tactics and Reconnaissance, and you, Mairas Deleesa, are under arrest for slave trade, drug smuggling, weapons running, and theft of Prothean artifacts.” The Asari stared in disbelief, “You son of a bitch. You backstabbing, lying, worthless little piece of shit! I’ll kill you! I’ll rip your eyes out and shove them up your cloaca! I’ll-“ WHUMP! Her threats were cut short from a headbutt from the Turian, rendering the Asari criminal unconscious. The Turian stood, removing the helmet. Despite the bulky battleplate, her smaller frame betrayed her sex to those familiar with Turian physiology. Her mandibles clicked as the Salarian looked her over, “Jorgal was right, you are brutal, but you get the job done. Payment has been sent to your accounts. I believe he requested you contact him, he has another job for you.”
She turned away, activating her omni-tool and selecting an encrypted channel. After a few seconds, an ancient Krogan’s massive head appeared in the comm screen, <Hey bird-girl, I assume the Salarian is happy with your work?> The Turian’s face remained unreadable, “Happier than I am right now, your ugly face always ruins my mood.” The Krogan chuckled, <At least I get you jobs. Speaking of which, we’ve a friend who’s up to his old tricks.> The Turian’s features twitched, “When and where?” <I’ll send you the details.>
Six black armored Eclipse mercs moved expertly through the vehicle bay, broken mechs and bodies scattered all over the floor, burned out heat clips still smoked as boots stepped lightly around them. The salarian in the lead panned his Carnifex left and right as the humans and asari behind him tracked the shadows for movement with SMGs and assault rifles. They were elite, expertly trained killers. They’d been through countless firefights and come out victorious every time. But this time, they made a mistake; they didn’t look up.
High above them, a black armored turian crouched in the support beams. The VI marked targets’ prioritizing them and advising the best angle of attack. Behind the visor, the turian’s pupils dilated as stims flooded her system, sending muscles and nerves into overdrive. The turian pushed off as the squad passed underneath, the propulsion jets installed into the battleplate roared to life, accelerating the descent into the group with devastating force. The Eclipse mercs were thrown off of their feet, fire dancing across their armor. In a heartbeat, automatic fire ripped through kinetic shields and tore through plasteel armor, instantly turning a Human and an Asari into shredded meat. A blast of ice washed over the Turian as a Human attempted to Snap Freeze the attacker. The armor shrugged off the tech attack, one of the perks of Armiger Battleplate, allowing the Turian to plunge an omniblade into the Human’s faceplate. The Turian hefted the limp Engineer up and threw him into the remaining Asari as she recovered sending her sprawling again. A shotgun levelled at her as the last Human regained her footing, the Turian’s jets fired again, nimbly dodging the black armored attacker out of the line of fire just as the shotgun fired. The Phaeston opened up again, overcoming kinetic shields and shattering the chestplate of the Human.
A glimpse of the Salarian retreating through a doorway triggered the chase response in the overstim’ed Turian. Boots thudded as it took off, a single grenade clattering to the floor next to the Asari as she finally freed herself from the dead Human’s weight. She managed a short scream before the biotically charged blast cut her off and left a smoking crater in the vehicle bay’s floor. The doorway led to a set of elevators, one of which was in use. The Turian made an educated guess as to where it would stop; top floor. The black armored warrior stepped into the second elevator and pushed the button. The heavy doors closed, leaving the Turian pacing in the moving lift, jazzy music playing over the speakers. The Turian slapped a fresh thermal clip into place and readied for the coming fight.
Captain Mairas levelled her Revenant at the elevator doors, swearing to herself loudly. That damned Salarian had vanished leaving her on her own against a very capable and very problematic enemy. The elevator ding’ed, and she opened fire, the heavy rifle punching holes through the doors with ease. The Asari burned through the entire thermal clip, the doors giving way and caving inwards under the assault. Smoke poured from the elevator and the Asari grinned smugly, “Not so tough with a fuckton of ammunition in you, eh?” She stood up from behind her desk, marching toward the ruined elevator; she wanted to see this fucker who was stupid enough to use the elevator. As she leaned in, her eyes widened in horror, the lift was empty. She stumbled backwards just as the elevator dropped away, falling to the basement level. Propulsion jets flashed in the empty darkness, the midnight clad warrior soaring into the room, landing with a heavy thud. The Asari levelled the Revenant, pulling the trigger only to hear that fatal ‘click’. She dropped the empty rifle, and charged up a biotic blast only to have a rifle butt smack into her mouth. The Asari’s biotic attack went wide, obliterating a Prothean tablet, meanwhile the Turian pinned her to the floor, the black helm’s visor staring down soullessly. She spit purple blood onto the visor, “Go ahead, bitch. Finish it!”
“I think not,” a Salarian voice called from the shadows. He stepped forward, decloaking with Carnifex in hand. The Asari smiled at the Turian on top of her, “Now you’re fucked, Turian.” The Salarian shook his head, “Correction: You, Asari, are fucked. I’ve been working under you for over a year, proving myself time after time. Too bad you weren’t smart enough to dig deeper into my history. Jondum Bar, Special Tactics and Reconnaissance, and you, Mairas Deleesa, are under arrest for slave trade, drug smuggling, weapons running, and theft of Prothean artifacts.” The Asari stared in disbelief, “You son of a bitch. You backstabbing, lying, worthless little piece of shit! I’ll kill you! I’ll rip your eyes out and shove them up your cloaca! I’ll-“ WHUMP! Her threats were cut short from a headbutt from the Turian, rendering the Asari criminal unconscious. The Turian stood, removing the helmet. Despite the bulky battleplate, her smaller frame betrayed her sex to those familiar with Turian physiology. Her mandibles clicked as the Salarian looked her over, “Jorgal was right, you are brutal, but you get the job done. Payment has been sent to your accounts. I believe he requested you contact him, he has another job for you.”
She turned away, activating her omni-tool and selecting an encrypted channel. After a few seconds, an ancient Krogan’s massive head appeared in the comm screen, <Hey bird-girl, I assume the Salarian is happy with your work?> The Turian’s face remained unreadable, “Happier than I am right now, your ugly face always ruins my mood.” The Krogan chuckled, <At least I get you jobs. Speaking of which, we’ve a friend who’s up to his old tricks.> The Turian’s features twitched, “When and where?” <I’ll send you the details.>