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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 4, 2014 14:01:28 GMT -6
Esteban activated his omni-tool and scanned the room, locating an access node at another point on the floor. He then scanned the pit where the unconscious pirate tech was working. Esteban’s composure momentarily faltered as his scans revealed that some of the volus were being held hostage in the waste disposal section. Eric snorted and shook his head; in some ways the volus environment suits’ helmets looked like pig heads. The way their squat bodies ambled about added to the resemblance. Maybe it was a convenient option for the pirates or a sick little joke on their part. Perhaps a bit of both.
“Not the best of accommodations but at least they’ll be safe,” Eric approved of his employer’s actions.
Esteban shut off his omnitool, standing back up. "I routed the map of this ship to your HUD. As soon as the Quarian gets in contact with me, I will patch him into the system as well. What should we do next?"
Just then someone outside the server room was heard charging and shouting. It sounded like Maelstrom. In the time it took for Eric and Esteban to reach the hatch with their M-5s ready another pirate had made the mistake of trying to do one better on the man in the Collector armor. The victim was sprawled out on the deck, his helmet sparking and sizzling. Maelstrom rose up from his nearly prone position on the floor and inspected his gun.
"Don't know how good that one's armor is,” he said. “Might not be dead. If not, he will be soon without medical help."
“Thanks, Mal,” said Eric as he scanned the downed pirate’s skull with his omni-tool. “Looks like his helmet absorbed some of what you threw at him… but I don’t think he’ll be forming complete sentences for a while…”
Esteban pulled out his pistol again, holding it at his side while completing his interrupted query. "Should we try to clear the cargo hold? Or maybe make our way to the crew quarters?"
Eric secured the new prisoner by the old and then checked his HUD. “Crew quarters. They rustled the volus outta their beds; we should return the favor. Then we can lock them up in a septic tank...” Now it was Eric’s turn to get slightly flustered, recalling his commentary to Smitty about Cartagena Station. “… where they’ll be compliant lil’ turds… if they don’t wanna get flushed!”
Eric shifted and reassumed a more professional stance with his teammates. “Link Mal up with the HUD map… well, Mal? Partin’ ways again or will you be goin’ with us on our panty raid?”
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 4, 2014 22:07:08 GMT -6
Esteban aimed his M-5 down past a couple crates, believing he saw some movement. He held up a finger toward Eric and Maelstrom, signaling them to hold for a moment while he slowly advanced. These pirates were as threatening to Maelstrom and Eric as butter was to a Vorcha. He didn't quite get that statement, but for whatever reason it always made Krogan laugh. He took a step, bringing his other hand around the handle of his pistol. He didn't need it for support like they did in the olden days.
[RP Note - Esteban isn't sure if Maelstrom or Eric would actually stay where they are at. Even if they were to move forward or come around the crates to the other side to flank the target, I'm assuming Esteban will arrive first... just so he can have the fun of taking one down]
It felt right to hold the gun like that. He would have smiled if he wasn't watching the shadow of a Batarian on a nearby wall, giving away his apparent position. The alien was getting ready to ambush him. Esteban stopped for a moment to read the writing on the side of the crate the alien was hiding behind. Without wasting a moment, he let go of his pistol to throw out his left hand... unleashing Overload right where he knew the Batarian was at.
Esteban watched the alien's shadow seize up, knowing full well that the nervous system of the Batarian was going insane. Esteban rushed forward, turning to train the gun at the life support of the Batarian's armor. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the trigger and destroyed it well before the armor's shielding could reset itself.
With a sharp gasp, the Batarian collapsed, blacking out nearly immediately from oxygen deprivation.
"One Batarian down," Esteban announced to Maelstrom and Eric. "His back-up life support should keep him alive, but he won't be regaining consciousness for a few hours."
He peeks out from behind the crates toward the two.
"Are you going to join us Maelstrom?"
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 4, 2014 23:04:41 GMT -6
"Are you going to join us Maelstrom?" his employer asked. A question, not a command.
He could not help but sneer at the trio of trash arrayed before him. In their own way, they were hardly better than Cerberus, harming and killing others to achieve their goals. The only points they got in his book were that most pirates did not have a taste for drawing out the suffering of their victims. They wanted currency and were efficient in their pursuits to get it.
Again, he was glad for the helmet, which masked his expressions.
"All this 'leave 'em alive' shit leaves a bad taste in my mouth," Maelstrom said. "I'll use our team's transponder codes to stay close in case there's trouble. Adjacent passages and all that. But I'll be far enough away that I'm not getting blood on you two when I shoot."
Without another word, he turned around and headed back into the shadowy corridor, his suit's filters lighting it up like a summer day.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 4, 2014 23:45:44 GMT -6
All this 'leave 'em alive' shit leaves a bad taste in my mouth," Maelstrom said. "I'll use our team's transponder codes to stay close in case there's trouble. Adjacent passages and all that. But I'll be far enough away that I'm not getting blood on you two when I shoot."
"I never said 'leave 'em alive'," Esteban said coldly. "Do not put words in my mouth. That is your only warning, Maelstrom."
Esteban straightened up, staring at Maelstrom.
"Death happens in battle," he gestured at the unconscious Batarian by his feet in disgust. "Accepting surrenders is not the same as no killing. If they are trying to kill you, you kill them back. That's the way the game is played. The game ends when one side surrenders or they can't fight back."
He shook his head, turning away to work on his omnitool to patch Maelstrom into the system.
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[Quick GM Post: The Valiant is docking at this time]
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 4, 2014 23:56:31 GMT -6
"The game ends when one side surrenders or they can't fight back," Bridges said to Maelstrom, who had stopped to look at his employer. He was virtually certain the man was seething under his faceplate.
"Don't worry, boss, I always accept surrenders when they're offered... well, except from Cerberus," Maelstrom said. It was a matter of honor not to kill those who were laying down arms. That was drilled into him back in boot camp.
The best way to eliminate an enemy is to be undetected until the instant you pull the trigger, Commander Harris said, what felt like a lifetime ago. That is how I intend this unit to operate. That is how everyone on my team will survive.
He grinned. That was always the loophole to dealing with surrenders too. Besides, time enough to drop a gun was time enough to pull a trigger. Best not to take chances on which an enemy intended.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 5, 2014 10:38:39 GMT -6
As Esteban worked to connect the departing Maelstrom to the ships’ layout and schematics Eric commented to him “It’s been said that how we deal with an opponent is a sign of our character.”
Commander Shepard’s mother Hannah came to mind. “But as someone even tougher than me once said: ‘ain’t nobody above an ass whuppin.’”
When it looked like Esteban had finished with his task, Eric said. “Okay, can you get a read on any life signs in the crew quarters? If we’ve got multiple marks we can soften ‘em up with a flash-bang then we can take ‘em on. If we come across any volus we gotta find a safe spot to get ‘em to until the party’s over… someplace slightly more sanitary…”
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 5, 2014 22:23:29 GMT -6
As soon as the Valiant finished docking with the volus ship, Joe was through the door, shotgun ready, scanning for survivors or hostiles. He didn’t have to look for long.
A quarian female stepped into the intersection just past the docking entrance, carrying a bag in each hand. As if sensing another’s presence, she turned to face them.
He didn’t hesitate, he shot her in the chest with the Crusader. For all he knew, she was part of the crew, but he wasn’t taking any chances; anyone he encountered who wasn’t a volus or part of the team would be considered a hostile.
One of the few advantages of using non-lethal ammo, he thought. You get the chance to apologize afterwards.
The shot flung her back several feet and caused her to drop the bags. Even though the shotgun was firing a rubber slug, it was still quite powerful; part of his training in it included being shot with it in full armor. He didn’t know what to compare it to until he got punched in chest by a krogan.
He waited a few seconds to see if there were any more following her, but none appeared. He holstered his shotgun and pulled out a pair of zip ties as he approached her, still alert for sounds of anyone approaching.
She was still barely stirring when he reached her. He flipped her over on to her stomach and zip tied her hands as tightly as possible; he didn’t want her pulling any technological rabbits out of her hat. He then zip tied her feet to ensure she didn’t get away. Once she was secured, he then removed and disabled any weapons she was carrying on the off chance she freed herself.
His capture complete, he stood up and unholstered his shotgun as he opened up a channel to Bridges. “Boss, this is Fischer, just knocked out a quarian female,” he said. “Don’t know if she’s crew or not, but I wasn’t taking any chances. She’s tied up and disarmed just past the docking entrance, over.”
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Post by PaladinKOSP on Jun 6, 2014 0:04:03 GMT -6
The turian stepped onto the ship carefully, aiming his sidearm down the hallway as the human dispatched the female quarian. He nodded to the human as he passed by, continuing down into the ship. The human had the right idea about the quarian, crew or not, it's smart to incapacitate them so they wont raise an alarm. He stopped as he heard the clanking sound of footsteps against the metal floor, readying himself for an attack.
A guard, armed with an assault rifle and black armor turns around the corner, whistling to himself a tune. The turian rushed at him, fast and quiet as a gush of a small wind. Artacus swooped up behind the man and wraps an arm around the guard neck, pointing his sidearm to his temple as he does so. "Make a sound and your dead." He whispered quietly, shuffling the guard out of plain sight. Necessary per-cautions were being made, if the guard is a pirate, then he'll be judged later. Artacus increases his grip around the mans neck, the guard squirming in his grasp. After a while the guard becomes motionless but still breathing. The turian carefully laid the man down in a dark corner so no one can see.
After that was done, Artacus decided to go back to the location he found the guard and picks up his rifle. He looked it over, examining it with a careful eye. "This'll do.." He thought as he holstered his sidearm and grasped the rifle, continuing on with his objective.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 6, 2014 0:08:55 GMT -6
“Okay, can you get a read on any life signs in the crew quarters?" Eric asked over to Esteban, who was taking one last glance around at the stacks of cargo. His helmet's HUD flashed over his line of sight, giving him a quick inventory of the room. "If we’ve got multiple marks we can soften ‘em up with a flash-bang then we can take ‘em on. If we come across any volus we gotta find a safe spot to get ‘em to until the party’s over… someplace slightly more sanitary…”
Esteban deactivated his suit's external speakers for a moment so he could talk to his VI.
"Data?" He questioned, making sure his VI was active.
"Yes sir?" The VI promptly responded, with equal parts of friendliness and emotionlessness.
"What is the status of this ship's internal sensors?"
"I have been attempting to access the ship's internal sensor array ever since we arrived. So far, the entire sensor array is malfunctioning due to massive power fluctuation within the primary and secondary relay system. It is not dangerous, but needs to be tended to in order to have the systems back up and running."
"Thank you," Esteban said to his VI before looking over at the team leader, activating his helmet's external speakers. "The ship's sensors aren't functioning properly. This, combined with lack of comm chatter from the pirates could mean that they don't know they are under attack. Nobody is charging us, nor are there any efforts to regroup. I think we have the advantage."
Esteban smiled grimly toward the former N7. "This may be easier than expected."
“Boss, this is Fischer," his own comm channel activated. It was Fisher. "Just knocked out a quarian female. Don’t know if she’s crew or not, but I wasn’t taking any chances. She’s tied up and disarmed just past the docking entrance, over.”
"Take out as many as you can before they can call for backup," Esteban instructed, glancing over at Eric in case he had anything to add. "Surprise is one of our biggest advantages. Best we keep it."
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 6, 2014 4:02:35 GMT -6
Emily patched in Lysander's map and team readouts. They were closing in on the pirates from both directions, just as he planned. Maelstrom had turned down a couple different corridors, before finding another pirate. The white skull and crossbones on red armor were all Maelstrom really needed to identify this one. He found it curious to find such a culturally diverse pirate crew, but apparently ruthlessness and greed could bind people together.
He smirked at the irony of the observation.
The pirate appeared to be trying to remove a mid-sized ezo node. Not terribly expensive, but probably enough to pay the man's bar bill for a night. Maelstrom walked up silently, noting the impressive array of weaponry holstered at the man's hips and strapped to his back. He looked like he could take on a small army.
Maelstrom placed the barrel of his gun to the back of the man's helmet.
"Not funny, Carl," the pirate said, his posture stiffening in preparation to defend himself if his friend was serious that time.
"Not Carl," Maelstrom said. Then he pulled the trigger.
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Jun 6, 2014 9:24:07 GMT -6
Like most boarding the pirate ridden derelict, the krogan soon made his way from the docking bay. Whilst others were doing their deeds of stealth and non-lethal take downs, it's oddly hard to consider anything like that with the stature he held. Hell, it's not really easy to be a ninja when you're taller then the closest wall.. Even so, Karn soldiered on in his time of concern, moving past the two, patting Fischer on the shoulder as he moves on ahead. "Remind me not to get on ya' bad side, human..", he mutters, his smirk remaining still.
Luck would find it's way, with a lone, poor batarian pirate skulking down the corridor.. Hiding himself in an alcove, the pirate surprisingly wanders past the dark corner, his attention probably on the last previous individuals that were unable to respond, it would seem. Not too shy from taking the advantage however, the krogan beast moves his way around the back of his prey, his attempts at making less noise working rather well. With a simple prod on the batarian's shoulder, the batarian reacts as he turns around, "I swear, if one of you fuckers poke me aga-", his sentence caught off with a small gasp of sorts. "Hi..", Karn spouts in a sarcastic tone, "What goes up and down with a fist?" The batarian reacts with a simple, "..What?", to which a knuckle is shoved into his chin, himself bounding up, then down, slamming down unconscious from the unprovoked attack, "Your face..", he chuckles out.
He picks him up with a single arm and shoves him in the shadowed corner, before making his way back to the group still by the docking bay.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 6, 2014 11:33:41 GMT -6
Esteban’s head bobbed and tilted as if in conversation, though Eric could not hear what he was saying. Then his helmet’s external speakers cut back on.
“The ship's sensors aren't functioning properly. This, combined with lack of comm chatter from the pirates could mean that they don't know they are under attack. Nobody is charging us, nor are there any efforts to regroup. I think we have the advantage… this may be easier than expected."
“Let’s hope it stays that way,” said Eric.
Joe radioed in his status. “Boss, this is Fischer. Just knocked out a quarian female. Don’t know if she’s crew or not, but I wasn’t taking any chances. She’s tied up and disarmed just past the docking entrance, over.”
"Take out as many as you can before they can call for backup," Esteban instructed, glancing over at Eric in case he had anything to add. "Surprise is one of our biggest advantages. Best we keep it."
“And let us know if you run across any more of the volus crew,” advised Eric. “Mr. B was able to locate some down in… well, what matters is they’re outta harm’s way. See if you can secure a safe spot for the rest. If our luck holds up we can all converge on the leader and force a surrender. With all his or her cronies outta commission and our techs ready to counter any tricks, the only ways out’ll either be in irons or a round through their skull.”
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Post by Murchadh on Jun 6, 2014 16:27:12 GMT -6
The scot footstep echoed through the empty corridor as he made his way to the cargo bay. Given his amour was thinner than the rest he was taking his time. Every creak and crack was making him jumpy. His hands gripped his old shotgun firmly in his armoured fist. It had been a long time since he'd been on a foot combat mission. Thinking back the last one he could think of was back when he was with eclipse.
There was one batarain pirate by the door to the cargo hold who was obviously high on some illegal drug who lazily raised his rifle as the scot entered the corridor. A single blast from Murchadh shotgun sent him reeling to the floor and another blew his skull to pieces.
Loud footsteps announced the arrival of the krogen who the scot gave a slight smile to from behind his helmet. " Thaur ye ur big bloke let's dae thes shaa we." He replied with his usual thick Scottish accent.
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Post by dargene on Jun 6, 2014 17:56:56 GMT -6
It was almost deathly quiet, only the occasional groan of the ship reminded you where you were, Meldom had decided to move ahead to check if the way was clear, he had been watching a pair of pirates were talking about things Meldom did not care for, different scores and loot they found, who they killed. Meldom had started to eye a pile of boxes and silently repositioned himself behind the crates.
With a swift and powerful nudge Meldom Pushed the crates downwards towards the two pirates One saw them falling and fell backwards while the other was hit by several of them knocking him out under the pile, Meldom had miscalculated the forward momentum and also fell causing his cloak to fail as he hit the ground the pirate stared at him and Meldom looked at him, both as if there was eye contact through the helmets.
"Just dropping by.." Meldom muttered as he rolled forward and activated his omniblade The pirate had the good sense to activate his tech armor that caused the blade to bounce off, causing Meldom to be thrown backwards, As he was thrown he threw an incinerate wide and it hit the pirate right in the chest throwing him backwards. Meldom regained his composure and checked his work, The first pirate was still breathing though would wake up with a headache, the second was less then lucky, though his suit remained mostly intact the atmosphere had seeped in and Meldom could hear him choking slowly.
Turning back to the pirate who was knocked out he fiddled with the suits helmet as he did so he found himself humming as he did his work, what he did best, removing the sealing clamps and bypassing the safety disconnect, He lifted the helmet off and the sleeping pirate started to cough as he breathed in the poison atmosphere slowly suffocating. Meldom stood up straight and scanned the area.
"Iskra way ahead should be mostly clear, Only saw two, Disposed of now"
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Jun 6, 2014 18:39:29 GMT -6
The krogan halts before the scotsman, his bounding feet ceasing their loud barrage. It took a moment for him to get used to his accent, a little longer to understand what was just spoken to him.
"Thaur ye ur big bloke let's dae thes shaa we?", he replied.
Oddly enough, it didn't take much for the krogan to like him already. He looked like a mess, talked like one too.. But by god, no doubt in his mind would he know that he'd kick more ass then what he would expect. Karn chuckles, before giving a brief nod. "Alright, we got a hold to steal..", he chuckles out, his smirk appearing once more. He makes his way down the corridor of the ship, no doubt on his way to the cargo hold itself, and to whatever hells were hidden inside. But knowing his attitude, it was more then enough to excite him.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 7, 2014 4:02:23 GMT -6
Joe didn’t bother looking back at Karn and Murchadh as they headed towards the cargo hold; he had to trust they were up to the task at hand. With a nod of his head at Artacus, he started heading for the engine room.
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There were some rooms between him and the engine room, and his training demanded that they be searched; he didn’t want to risk an ambush from behind just because he was in a hurry. The first room was empty, as was the second and the third.
The ambush came as he was leaving the third room. Something slammed into him from behind with a raspy yell, almost knocking him to the floor.
He turned around to face the threat, and was halfway through when his attacker slammed into him again. Dual omniblades slashed at his shields, draining them to dangerously low levels, before the attacker pulled back.
He finished his turn to see that it was a vorcha, a member of a primitive but highly aggressive race known for its fast breeding cycles and ability to adapt to almost any environment. This one had clearly adapted to the volus atmosphere, as it was not wearing an environmental suit or even a breathing mask.
He turned his shotgun on it, but it jumped to one side and leapt at him, slashing its omniblades. It was too close to get a clear shot; the best Joe could do was use it to push it away. He quickly fired, but the vorcha dodged again.
“Human weak,” it hissed. “Need suit to protect. Vorcha not need suit, vorcha stronger! Vorcha break suit! You choke and die!”
Ever since man began wearing armor, there has always been a struggle to balance protection and mobility; the more one was increased, the more the other decreased. The T5-V battlesuit leaned more to the “protection” side of the gamut, but its makers were smart enough to realize it needed something to help its user in close quarters combat. An omniblade helped, but the makers weren’t satisfied with just that; they felt something else was needed, something that would help the user in a fight against a quick and nimble foe.
As the vorcha crowed at him, Joe activated the weapon, but it needed a few seconds to charge. “My boss told me to give you pirates a chance to surrender,” he said. “You better take it.”
The vorcha laughed and charged again.
Joe raised a boot a foot off the floor and slammed it down, triggering a pulse of energy that knocked the vorcha back. He pressed his advantage, following up with a flash bang grenade, making sure to shut off his audio and visual receptors first.
When he reactivated the receptors a second later, the vorcha was still staggering. Not wasting a moment of his advantage, he stepped up to it, grabbed it by its neck and shoved his omniblade through its head. Then, to be sure it was dead, he pulled the blade out and lopped off the top half of its head with a backhanded slash.
He gave it barely a glance before pulling his shotgun and continuing towards the engine room.
“Boss, this is Fischer,” he said after activating his comlink. “Took down another pirate, this one was a vorcha. It refused to surrender, but then again, I’ve never met one that did, so I killed it. Moving on to the engine room, over.”
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Post by Murchadh on Jun 7, 2014 7:54:52 GMT -6
The door to the Volus cargo bay was covered with several patches of green blood as the human and krogen as they approached them. Giving a slight signal to the krogen Murchadh tried the door which refused to open. Reaching down to his belt the scot unclipped a small hacking device which he placed on the door lock. There was a slight buzzing as it hacked in and fired the circuits. It popped open slightly and the scot wormed his fingers into the crack. " Sae big bloke ye tak' th' left i'll tak' th' reit." He said as he smiled at the krogen.
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Jun 7, 2014 8:23:56 GMT -6
With the door open, Karn eyes the poor mercenary on the left, much to the scotsman's watchful eyes. He glances over, giving him a brief nod. With that, he shuffles out from the doorway, creeping his way towards the guard to the left hand side of the hold. The human pirate seemed rather oblivious, surprisingly, his view more on the items stored in the hold then anything else around him, typical of a greedy individual of such.. 'Stature'. Either way, he had his back turned to a krogan, so it's not surprising that he'd end up dead in a second.
Though honestly, he was already dead from the start. The hulking beast pokes the humans shoulder, much like the previous victim, but lacking a witty joke in his behalf. Instead of a simple sarcastic comment, the krogan grips the humans neck before any words are spoken, hoisting the poor bastard in the air as he clenches on his neck. It took quite a while of choking to finally cause him to gasp out, his clenched windpipe knocking the human out, Karn soon dropping the armored body down onto the floor.
"Fuck that took forever..", Karn mutters, still surprised that the human held up that long. He glances to his right, waiting for the scotsman to make his move.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 7, 2014 9:32:12 GMT -6
"Joe, when you reach the engine room," Esteban said to Joe, but using the group comm channel. "I need you to cut all power to this ship's command station."
Esteban slid his M-5 back into its holster. Data, the suit's VI, automatically locked the pistol into place to prevent it from slipping out. Esteban programmed the VI to recognize his patterns of behavior in combat, making him far more efficient... less prone to losing his weapons. With his eyes locked on his helmet's HUD display readout, he reached behind to the small indented compartment on his back and grabbed his compressed M-99. Data unclipped it, letting it come out easily. He watched as it expanded, reading the readouts flashing before his eyes.
"Ready to fight," Esteban took one glance to the N-7 before continuing his way to the crew quarters. A small yellow circle formed on the HUD display, highlighting for him the locking mechanism for the crew quarter. They were still a dozen feet away from there. He held up his hand, palm open... the universal sign to stop. "The door to the Volus quarters is closed and locked. The encryption looks pretty basic. I can have it open in two or three seconds."
"What do you suggest?" He asked Eric
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Post by PaladinKOSP on Jun 7, 2014 11:11:34 GMT -6
Artacus stalked through the corridors of the ship with his new weapon at the ready. He didn't say a volus nor any hostages just yet. If there was a hostage, he would have to search further. He delt with pirates before many times, and all of them were scum. Murdering innocent people, taking their belongings, selling the remaining survivors into slavery. They didn't deserve to live, and he was going to make sure of that.
A loud bump could be heard from the other end of the hall. Artacus halted, scurrying into the nearest covered in a dark shadow and observes silently. Two guards, one a batarian and the other a human came into view, dragging what seems to be a limp body. Artacus couldn't make out who they were dragging, but the man was obviously dead or unconscious. "You're a fucking idiot, I told you the gun was loaded." The human bickered. "Yeah? How about I shove it up your ass next time? You're the one that forgot to unload the damn thing!" The batarian snapped back, sighing as the turian decided to tail them from the shadows. "Whatever, let's just dumb this fucker and be done with it, i'm tired as hell."
Suddenly, blood from the humans throat instantly spurts out, the monomolecular blades of the turians gauntlet cutting through his armor. "What the hell?!" The batarian exclamied, stumbling back with a confused look. Artacus swung up from behind the batarian and pressed his gauntlets claws against his adams apple. "Tired huh? Let me put you to sleep.." The turian asserted as he cut the batarians throat, ending his pathetic life.
The body of the pirate dropped down with a loud thud with the blood making a small puddle on the floor. Artacus looked to the three bodies before him, two pirates and the other of what seems to be an innocent. All three were dead. "This is Artacus.. two pirates were playing some sick games with an innocent and where going get rid of the body.. they're dead now." The turian said into the comms channel as he slipped back into the shadows, cleaning the gauntlets blades with a white rag. "Proceeding to objective." He said once again to the others, going deeper into the ship.
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