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Post by Esteban Bridges on Sept 10, 2014 18:33:31 GMT -6
Esteban looked at Morgan as she patted his shoulder, nodding once to her. He wasn't sure what else there was to say to her. Or to anyone for that matter. The mission is what matters here. So he took a breath and turned away from the Collector docking back, walking down the main corridor. He considered having his weapon drawn, his hand passed close to his side-holster. His pistol. It was ready to draw at a moment's notice. Plus, his HUD was calling his attention to an unknown pile in the middle of the pathway.
He frowned, reading what his HUD was saying. It identified one human head.
Two human heads.
An Elcor leg.
An Asari arm.
A Drell hand.
He slowed, though that did not change anything. The list continued to grow with each step as his HUD was able to process a lot more data. He was pretty sure Karn and Joseph was seeing the same thing.
"I've had nightmares like this," he said to no one in particular, his voice coming out of his helmet's speakers. "Have either you you seen anything like this?"
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Post by Maelstrom on Sept 11, 2014 0:51:29 GMT -6
"I recommend that both teams reach their objectives before we start misbehavin,'” Lysander said.
"Hate to butt in," Maelstrom said, "but I have some experience with raiding large secret bases full of horrifying experiments and guarded by deadly, unwholesome abominations. I find that the people who stay still generally die quickly." Drawing his Geth-modified SMG in his right hand, he added, "Can we at least get these shuttles taken care of so that we can be on our way more quickly? I mean, we're all good enough at what we do to talk while we work, aren't we?"
A couple quick commands from his omni-tool signaled the Vengeance to lift off. He knew that once it did, the jamming signals would begin. Aside from a milliseconds-long window for Emily to retrieve and transmit relevant data every couple minutes or so, electronic communications would be limited to short-range, such as those done when interfacing omni-tools with tech, and comms channels, even at short range, would be completely garbled. He doubted it would be long before the Collectors would notice such a thing, though they would likely at first suspect solar interference or malfunctions within their own base. In any case, once Anelya took the ship up, the clock would be running down before something bad came after them.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Sept 11, 2014 5:30:09 GMT -6
Esteban's sudden departure caught Joe by surprise; he had been waiting for a command to move out.
Note for future reference: When the boss asks, "Are you ready?", what he's really saying is, "Move out!"...if there is a future.
He moved quickly down the passage, taking point.
*****
He had seen the pile in the tunnel when he was at the entrance, but he couldn't make out any details. About fifty feet in, he could.
Shepard had been excruciatingly detailed in what he seen while on the Collector ship and in the base, so discovering the contents of the pile barely registered with him. He passed by it without saying a word, operating in a very simple mode; if something was shooting at him, he would shoot back, otherwise he was ignoring it.
He briefly considered the possibility of someone hiding in the pile to do a surprise attack, but dismissed it. Only the most soulless of people could hide in a pile of dead bodies, and what was the chance of someone coming by that was worth shooting?
*****
"I've had nightmares like this, have either of you seen anything like this?" the boss asked over his radio; the pile had clearly caught his attention.
Joe stopped and dropped to one knee, his attention--and the Typhoon--focused forward. "So many times I've lost count, boss," he replied. "Do you want to take pictures for ID purposes?"
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Sept 11, 2014 9:25:02 GMT -6
Karn's view notes the pile of parts on the ground, a low sounding grunt resonating from his vocoded radio. Bodies were one thing, but bits and pieces lain out in such a grotesque manner was enough to cause at least somewhat of a discomforting reaction. A low, unheard mutter resonates softly in his helmet, before Karn continues on from behind the two infront, his view watching around from behind.
"I've had nightmares like this, have either of you seen anything like this?", Esteban would ask over his radio, before Fischer soon responds with his own answer. "So many times I've lost count, boss," he states.
Karn simply grunts out, responding with such an answer, "Ever seen a makeshift clinic on Tuchanka? Ain't that different than this.."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Sept 11, 2014 10:26:42 GMT -6
"Hate to butt in," Maelstrom said, "but I have some experience with raiding large secret bases full of horrifying experiments and guarded by deadly, unwholesome abominations. I find that the people who stay still generally die quickly." Drawing his signature weapon he added, "Can we at least get these shuttles taken care of so that we can be on our way more quickly? I mean, we're all good enough at what we do to talk while we work, aren't we?" “Perfect job for those proximity charges I gave ya earlier,” Eric reminded the mercenary in Collector armor. “All right, let’s split up. Mal, you search one. Iskra and Meldom another, Morgan and me will take this one here. Each unit gets one charge to set up inside. I’ll program ‘em so that anyone tryin’ to get in afterwards that isn’t us gets a one way ticket ta hell. We meet back here in five then we proceed into the base - copy that?”
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Post by Murchadh on Sept 11, 2014 11:00:22 GMT -6
Outside of the station there was another explosion as another of the stations antenna was reduced to scrap which brought a smile over it pilots face. The bugs would be feeling that for sure. Hard to deal with guys running round your base when half your comms where only fit for scrap. A bleep from his scanner made him and his mech turn as a collector drones speed towards him and his mech. He grinned as his mech guns began to open fire. Time to for these things to fight the lighting.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Sept 11, 2014 13:54:12 GMT -6
"Ever seen a makeshift clinic on Tuchanka? Ain't that different than this," Karn grunted.
Joe almost chimed in, saying he knew that to be true, but held back; he had been part of a covert operation on Tuchanka against the Blood Pack--most of whose members were from Clan Weyrloc--and a lot of them were killed. Maybe the krogan didn't know any of them, but why take the chance?
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Sept 11, 2014 19:56:44 GMT -6
Esteban cautiously approached the pile of body parts. He could feel his heart starting to pound a little bit harder, his brow wearing miniature beads of sweat. He could not see this as commonplace, not like the Krogan and N7 Destroyer did. To Esteban, this was a monument to the galaxy's cruelty and horror. Maybe Maelstrom was right, he thought. It may be better to destroy this place. His dark eyes passed over the remains, falling on the head of an Asari resting on a crooked Turian arm. He wondered.... what was her last thoughts. Did she plead for mercy? Pray for vengeance?
"We do not have the time," he finally answered Joseph's question, feeling a pit form in his stomach. "Our mission takes priority."
Did she want her remains taken back home to Thessia?
He did not understand why that mattered to him. He didn't know this Asari. One more of Udina's victims? He did not know.
He took a deep breath and turned back towards the Joseph.
"The map shows we take the branch heading right and follow it for 30 meters. Then take a left at a T intersection." It sounded almost ridiculous to him, as if he were giving directions to the theatre Elcor Hamlet on the Citadel. He tapped his wrist to activate his omnitool, so both of them could see the map. "After that, we will take the second right and follow the curving path down...."
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Post by Maelstrom on Sept 11, 2014 20:19:03 GMT -6
Maelstrom walked onto the farthest Collector shuttle alone, pulling out a simple proximity charge, not one of the flashier gadgets he could have imagined. He was surprised, when he entered the craft, to find it almost completely empty. There were no chairs. No lockers. Its entire interior surface, save a couple hatches, looked exactly like the walls outside, with the exception of a small, pulpit-like station with a holographic display. Maelstrom used his omni-tool to run a quick scan, finding the shuttle's power source behind a panel. He quickly removed the thin sheet of what appeared to be some sort of organic polymer, then set the charge over the exposed drive. If it blew, it would set off a chain reaction with whatever powered the vessel.
Bridges team had already started into the base when he exited the small craft. He noticed, near to them, a pile of some unrecognizable shapes. A few hand gestures activated an interface with his HUD and magnified the shape in a corner of his visor. Filters ran, clarifying the image, and then started separating it into individual components. Body parts. After a few seconds, the analysis suggested in excess of a dozen individuals of various species.
Maelstrom tightened his grip on his SMG, getting the sudden urge to shoot something.
He heard a distant explosion. Looking back the way he had come, he saw that the Vengeance had taken off. That meant the jamming signal would be active, cutting off radio chatter. It also meant that the explosion was most likely their Scot beginning his task of taking out base communications, sensors, and weapons emplacements.
The rest of the group was still several dozen yards away. Close enough that a text message transmitted omni-tool to omni-tool would still be capable of piercing the interference. He quickly opened the compose screen.
"Lysander,
I don't mean to complicate things for you, but this place is bringing up some personal demons. I need to go off on my own for a bit. Meet you at the prisoners. Hopefully.
Mae..."
He paused at the signature line, then deleted the word he had started typing. He knew the Collectors. Going off on his own could well turn out to be the end of him.
"Jonathan Hunt."
He hit send, then slipped into the shadows of one of the side corridors leading off towards the prisoner cells.
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Post by Game Master on Sept 11, 2014 21:26:20 GMT -6
[GM Post]
1. The Vengeance's jamming signal activates.
2. The Collector Shuttles: As per Maelstrom's post, the Collector shuttles are unexpectedly bare. No chairs. No obvious panels. It almost looks like a hollowed out piece of Collector building material. The walls and floor are uniform, constructed out of the same organic-synthetic material the walls of the Collector base was constructed out of. Within each, if your character enters, he/she will find a large metal ring with a small rectangle HUD display attached to it. There is an area where the holographic interface is at.
3. Your characters should be able to set the explosives in the landing bay with no difficulty
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Post by Joe Fischer on Sept 12, 2014 6:17:10 GMT -6
Bridges took a long time in answering; Joe could tell the pile had pierced his usual cool demeanor.
He found himself wondering why the boss had taken it upon himself to do something like this. When most people see or hear of the countless atrocities going on in the galaxy, at most they might think to themselves, 'That's terrible, something needs to be done about it'; few possessed the will to get off their ass and actually Do Something About It.
Of course, you need to read the fine print, he thought. Doing Something About It means getting right up in the ugliness. What was that saying? 'Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.'
*****
"We do not have the time," Esteban finally answered, sounding like his usual self. "Our mission takes priority."
"The map shows we take the branch heading right and follow it for 30 meters, then take a left at a T intersection," he continued. "After that, we will take the second right and follow the curving path down...."
"Right branch, 30 meters, then a left, got it," Joe said, getting up and slowly moving forward, scanning for threats.
He didn't throw up, I'm impressed...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 10:20:00 GMT -6
Iskra exited the Vengence with a small hop, her mind reading the words of Dr. Solus as she looked throughout the ship. His notes had been a perfect description of the place Collectors called home. She stayed back, on the fringes of the group, as everyone looked around and discussed the possibility of blowing up every shuttle in the bay. Quietly, she watched as the Vengence flew away and wondered if she'd even make it back aboard.
The groups view had clearly shifted, none looked her way or asked what she thought. Clearly most had heard what had happen, or seen it, and she was no longer to be trusted. Her odds of survival without the trust of the people she had protected were slim, at least in the event of her death there was a plan in place.
"All right, let's split up. Mal, you search one. Iskra and Meldom another, Morgan and me will take this one here..." Eric began as he quickly ordered everyone off. Iskra grabbed one of the charges and then almost dropped it as the sound of them exploding filled her memories...the albinos closing in.
Gripping the explosive, she carefully handed the device to the Salarian with her, unable to place it herself. Too many memories, too many injures.
She watched the outside of the ship as he crawled in, she had no wish to study the ship or the tech around her. It felt cold and lifeless...unnatural.
For a moment she stood quietly, her weapons not even drawn, before spotting a figure come out of the ship Maelstrom had took. There was a brief glow of an omni tool before the dark figure turn and left. Knowing better to call out, and getting the sense he no longer cared about her opinion, Iskra continued to wait silently, wondering what laid in the dark beyond.
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Post by dargene on Sept 12, 2014 11:43:00 GMT -6
Meldom entered the Collector shuttle leaving Iskra outside and was under whelmed almost instantly, No weapons on the wall. No chairs or tables to eat at, literally nothing here apart from the controls needed to fly. His eyes drifted to the large ring that seemed to be a interface of some sorts. Meldom gently placed the explosive down next to it before attempting to access the data on the ships computer.
"Lets see.. maybe system same as before.. no to simple.." Murmuring to himself he started to press buttons on the panel attempting to make heads or tails of it. after a few moments he shifted his attention back to the bomb and started to set it up ready for when they wanted it to be detonated.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Sept 12, 2014 20:07:31 GMT -6
With Morgan in tow, Eric shouldered his assault rifle and slowly walked towards the nearby Collector shuttle. As he started up the off ramp he caught a sideways glimpse of Esteban’s team in the hallway ruminating over a pile they encountered. The outline was not like structural wreckage; magnifying the view in his HUD revealed it as a discarded pile of body parts. Even the colonies of Earth insects had areas sectioned off for refuse. The Collectors, although insectoid in appearance, had even less consideration for their own comforts than those of their captives. Aware that his lingering may have Morgan look towards the remains and lose her nerve, he turned immediately back to the interior of the enemy shuttle. Shining his rifle’s flashlight about, he found that no one was aboard. He hurriedly waved her to join him inside. The shuttle hold was highly unusual. Eric had seen some sparse, utilitarian structures and facilities at the prothean dig sites he worked at but this was another level entirely. No seats, no discernable compartments, hatches or ports. Only a large metal ring with a small rectangular HUD display attached to it was situated at the front. Eric waved about his omni-tool, scanning the craft’s framework.
“This is damned weird,” he commented aloud, motioning at the device. “Whadya make of this here?”
[Insert Morgan’s comment/response]
As Eric’s scan turned up an optimal place to attach the proximity explosive a message alert popped up on his omni-tool…
…… Lysander,
I don't mean to complicate things for you, but this place is bringing up some personal demons. I need to go off on my own for a bit. Meet you at the prisoners. Hopefully.
Jonathan Hunt ….
Eric at first closed out the message without much thought and reached for his explosive but then stopped abruptly to open the message again, looking to the signature.
Jonathan Hunt…? Maelstrom? Eric had grown accustomed to the man in Collector armor’s penchant for not strictly adhering to plans and going off ahead on his own. But he had always kept his name, his true identity, to himself until today. Why would he share this intimate detail with Eric?
[Morgan may comment/react to Eric’s pause]
Eric then felt a slight tremor beneath his feet. The shuttle hold did not change or light up so it could not be powering up for takeoff. An impact or explosion outside the docking bay; Murdoch and his team may have engaged the enemy. It was only a matter of time before the Collectors realized there was a breach.
Eric quickly placed the explosive and armed it with his omni-tool. “Looks like the party’s already starting – we better move.”
He filed out of the shuttle and tried to raise Meldom and Iskra over the comms. Nothing but static. After trying again it occurred to him that Maelstrom’s – Jonathan’s – last communication was by email. Eric brought up his omni-tool and composed a quick message to Meldom:
… Mel,
You and Iskra need to wrap up ASAP. Maelstrom’s gone ahead to scout a path to the prisoner area and I think Murdoch n’ the twins’ve already run into some of the locals. When we hook up I’ll forward you guys an IFF code so the devices don’t mistake us for the enemy.
Time to enter Hell and save some souls. Leave the rest to burn. …
If Eric's team moved quickly enough they might catch up with Maelstrom and save him from himself.
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Post by Game Master on Sept 12, 2014 21:11:45 GMT -6
[GM Post] And so we begin ----------------------------------------- The hallways and corridors of the Collector base welcomed the characters, taking them away from the safety of the docking bay. Events that could happen on the way to the goal, if you are so inclined. 1. Encounter a random Collector patrol. This one is straight forward, simplistic. A group of three or four Collectors stop a little bit ahead, on what seems to be a standard patrol of their base. One of them stops and points, the others draw and aim their weapons...... 2. One of the side rooms has something unexpected... a terminal is active, though the room is empty and dark except for the light the terminal emits. None of this is unexpected. The part that is unexpected: there is a map of the galaxy on display. 3. A closed door blocks your way. Nothing you try immediately opens it, and no panels are to be seen. The map does not indicate there should be a door here, yet here one is.... do you take a detour, moving closer to one of the larger seeker swarms? Or do you try to find a way to get the door open? 4. Weapon cache. Your team stumbles upon one of the weapon storage units for the Collectors.... --------------------------------------- If you have other ideas, please send me a private message. I will be contacting a few PCs individually on what they will see / find / experience
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Post by Maelstrom on Sept 13, 2014 1:13:57 GMT -6
Maelstrom kept to the shadows, as he made his way through the hive-like corridors crisscrossing the base. Using a very basic global positioning program and Bridges' map, he was able to keep reliable track of his position. His filters, even without Emily networking with his suit's systems, kept everything in even the darkest parts of the passages crisp and defined on his HUD. In one hand he held his Cerberus-modified Geth SMG. The other held one of the throwing knives he fabricated for the mission.
He doubted anyone would find him. His route was not as direct as a couple of the others that were available. He picked it because there seemed to be more rooms connected to it. More of a chance for him to find some information about what the Collectors were after. More of a chance for him to make monsters pay for what they were doing to the innocent.
They aren't Cerberus, he reminded himself, trying to stay free of the blood lust that often overtook him in his target bases. Then again, why should they be spared just because they aren't human?
Just then, he turned the corner, finding a quartet of Collectors exiting a room. They were armed. By the way their movements seemed just a hair more jittery and staccato than those he sneaked up on during the Barce mission, he got the impression they were alarmed. He guessed that even without having an idea what was going on, their mech's attacks were making the Collectors prepare for trouble. From the way they held the weapons, though, at a relatively at-ease position, he knew they weren't expecting the worst yet.
Not giving them a chance to prepare, Maelstrom propelled the throwing knife with a full biotic punch towards the most ornate-looking of the Collectors. Its gun looked different from that of the others too, giving him the impression that one was a unit leader of some sort. Hours of training on the Valiant paid off, the blade burying more than half its length between the Collector's central pair of eyes. Even in it's collapse to the floor, it kept a rigid, almost robotic posture.
The remaining three looked confused, having not yet spotted him. Without hesitating, he threw a push field at the trio, knocking them off their feet and buying him a few precious moments of relative silence before they could acquire him as a target and start shooting. It hit the near two, slamming them into a wall with merciless force, but the farthest was just outside the field's radius.
The one left standing fixed its multiple pairs of eyes on him, and Maelstrom broke into a dead run at it. As it leveled it's gun, Maelstrom stepped so that the foot of his leading leg was at a right angle to the other foot. The Collector's muscles tensed, and Maelstrom turned his body three hundred and sixty degrees. His kicking leg was primed. With a surge of biotic power, he unleashed his attack. The mass effect field which caught the Collector in the face did not have the benefit of the compressed air and explosive decompression on impact that he preferred to intermingle with his attacks, leaving out the extra force in favor of stealth, but it was still sufficient to shatter the exo-skeletal face-plate of the creature, killing it instantly.
The other two were stirring, and Maelstrom took another priming step forward, his target within range of a physical kick. Before the nearer one could level its gun at him, he brought an ax-kick down on its head. Knowing the power of the kick was significant on its own, he only applied a little biotic force. The Collector's skull was between his armored boot and the deck-plate. What happened on impact reminded Maelstrom of the effect of an insect meeting the windshield of a hovercar that was moving 100kph.
The final one's gun was leveled, and Maelstrom knew he did not have enough time for one of his forceful kicks. Instead, his hand reached for another throwing knife. The biotics involved were more for aiming than force. Force was not necessary. The razor-sharp edge sliced through the armor and tendons allowing the Collector to hold its gun. The weapon fell from the creature's hand, and Maelstrom planted a boot on the other arm.
It was helpless.
He knelt down, still towering over the creature. His hand found his Alliance-issue knife. The rage built inside him, and he waved the blade over the creature's face.
"You've been mutilating people. Torturing them. Ever heard the saying, 'Do unto others?'" Maelstrom asked. He growled, "If only I had time!" Not expecting any sort of translation to work, he drove the blade into the creature's forehead. He twisted it and wiggled it around to cause massive brain damage. It was dead. He reclaimed the blade and then wiped it clean on his victim's own armor and his other two throwing knives, wiping them clean and returning them to their slots.
Peaking into the room, he found exactly what he expected when he saw them exiting. An armory. Stepping into it, he saw an open storage case full of grenades.
"I can't wait until someone alerts the base," Maelstrom said, fueled more out of rage than a genuine desire for their stealth to be blown. "Then I won't have to hold back anymore..."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Sept 13, 2014 8:19:09 GMT -6
Joe took the right branch as directed and saw the T-intersection ahead, just as the boss had said.
And then came the Collectors.
*****
It was just a couple of drones, passing through the intersection.
“Two drones up ahead, moving from left to right,” he whispered over his radio, even though there was no need; he could have shouted it, and someone standing next to him would be hard pressed to hear him through his armor.
He gestured sharply towards the wall to his left, indicating to the others which wall to hide against, his eyes and the Typhoon locked on the pair as they moved.
Shepard had provided vids of the various Collector forces, so he knew what they looked like, but seeing one on a vid and seeing one for real was vastly different.
If there was one feature that had occupied his thoughts the most, it would have to be the drones' apparent lack of a mouth. How do they feed? He had found himself wondering. Do they have a hidden feeding tube, like the quarians? Or do they not feed at all? Do they just die off from starvation and others take their place? And how do they communicate?
His left index finger tensed around the trigger as he tracked them, ready to increase the pressure by that fraction of a pound that would activate his weapon and send death speeding to them at over three thousand feet per second. At this range, they would die before even hearing the shots.
And he wanted to add that pressure; he really, really wanted to. He firmly believed that the only good enemy was a dead one—and their callous treatment of the dead certainly didn’t earn any points with him either.
But he also knew his mission, and it would be a lot harder if he had to fight his way through their combined forces to get it. So he just tracked the pair as they moved through the intersection, seemingly oblivious of the threat barely fifty feet from them.
They passed out of sight, and he waited five seconds in case there were more behind them, but there were none.
“We’re clear,” he said, standing up and resuming his movement towards the intersection. “Boss, we go left and then take the second right, correct?”
Good thing they were going from left to right, otherwise this mission would’ve gotten a LOT more interesting…
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Sept 13, 2014 23:15:43 GMT -6
Esteban moved slow, staying within arm's reach of Joseph. He glanced back to see if Karn was still there. It was irrational to do so. Krogan tended to be loyal, as long as you pay their contract. Fighting to the death was common. Seeing the Krogan there lumbering behind him was a welcomed, though not a surprised one.
His radio crackled, small packets of information managing to get through the Vengeance's jamming signal. Esteban knew that was due to proximity. Nothing else could account for his radio coming to life for a moment. Any confusion he could have had was killed nearly immediately when Joseph pointed at the nearby wall, pressing himself against it. Esteban did not question, pressing himself against the wall as well... following the former N7's lead. He narrowed his eyes, staring toward the interaction ahead and waited.
What surprised him was how the Collectors did not notice them. They walked on. And again, his radio crackled. Did Joseph not realize the jamming signal was in play? He had no way to tell Joseph that his message was not getting across.... or did he?
"Data," he spoke into his helmet's microphone. "Create message to display on my omnitool. Lighting at low intensity. Have it say the following. 'Jamming field in effect. Radios non-functional. Maelstrom's plan in effect. Must stick with helmet speakers.' Execute."
Esteban held up his omnitool for Joseph to see before activating his helmet's speakers. He made sure the sound was low.
"Good job," he whispered. "Can you repeat what you said?"
[insert reply here]
"Yes," Esteban confirmed Joseph's question, changing the omnitool display back to the map of the base. "Lead on commander."
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Post by Maelstrom on Sept 14, 2014 21:37:30 GMT -6
Maelstrom's first task was to use his biotics to move the bodies of the four Collectors to a crowded, dark corner of the armory. That did little to hide the blood and innards left behind, but he could not take the time to scrub the bulkheads clean. Instead, he moved on to his next task.
Maelstrom went over the armory as quickly and thoroughly as he could without making it obvious that someone had looted the weapons cache. There honestly was not much to find. Some more grenades, which he quickly but carefully stowed in several locations where they would not overly-hamper his ability to move and fight. There were more Collector assault rifles, sniper rifles, and SMG's, but he collected more than enough of those during the Barce mission. There was another kind of weapon he could not quite identify. It looked rather like a rifle, but it had more curves than their standard weapons, though it appeared made of the same sort of material. He stowed one on his back, deciding to have it analyzed later.
The whole time, he found himself panting with rage. It was pointless trying to clear his mind. With every step, every movement he took, he found himself thinking of Cerberus's attempts to brainwash him. Of what they did to the other members of his squad. Of the countless other atrocities he witnessed when raiding their bases.
He knew that the Collectors he had encountered were every bit as bad. Maybe worse. He wondered if their whole race was that way or if it was a splinter cell like Cerberus was to the Alliance. In either case, he would have to make sure they were wiped out. He was not so deluded to think of himself as the hand of justice in the galaxy, but he was a protector for those less able than himself. What was required was nothing short of an extermination.
Then he thought of Emily. Not the VI, but the woman.
Taking his gun back in hand, he left the armory behind him, having gotten everything he needed. He did not know if what the Collectors oozed when he pierced their armored hides was blood, but he intended to leave a trail of it all the way to the prisoners.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 10:30:44 GMT -6
There was a long silence after the figure in black disappeared, the only sounds were the soft mutterings of the Salarian in the ship as he fumbled with the mine. Iskra felt on edge while she stood alone.
The base skewed dark, the eyes easy to start playing tricks, though the modified eyes of the Drell had no problems telling the differences between blacks. No, it was the air around the doctor, even wearing armored shadow, she was able to feel the tendrils of cold running its fingers up her back. She was use to feeling like prey, but this felt like it was watching her very soul.
The dark hood jerked a direction suddenly, a wisp of a whisper floating from that direction. Iskra stared down the hall, she wanted it to be something, anything, that was not this familiar sense of discord that rang through her.
The whispers began to get louder, more of them at once, their voices distorted and unrecognizable. The young woman grabbed her head around her helmet and crouched down, trying to pull herself deep into the shadows.
A soft whimper came from the Drell and then she heard it...a clear name through the whispers...all the voices merging into one.
"Meldom"
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