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Post by Joe Fischer on Sept 20, 2014 17:07:32 GMT -6
"That is right," Bridges said. "We should get going. I dislike staying in one place for too long, it feels like we might become a target."
"Couldn't agree more," Joe said as he once again took the lead.
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He followed the directions given and reached the room with no further encounters. He hit the switch to open the door, and it readily complied. He then dropped to one knee and took a quick peek inside; if there were any drones in there, they would not be looking at knee height.
As he looked inside the room, he wished he wasn't wearing a helmet and gauntlets so he could rub his eyes and eliminate what he knew to be a hallucination. It wasn't that he couldn't identify the contents of the room; it was that they had no business whatsoever being in a Collector base.
He closed his eyes and looked away for moment, then turned back and opened them.
Nothing had changed.
Okay, either what I'm seeing is really there--or I've gone batshit crazy, he thought. All right, time for a second opinion.
He turned back to his employer. "You're not going to believe me if I told you what was in there," he said. "So let's just skip to the part where you take a look for yourself."
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Sept 20, 2014 18:46:19 GMT -6
"Based on what I've read and heard from the others, nothing...at least with what we're carrying.", Fischer would respond to his question.
Karn gives a grunt, taking a little batch of grenades theses collectors would so graciously keep out in their little armory. They weren't that different from the usual kind of explosive, but maybe stuck together, they'd make quite the impact. "Well in that case.. Better be prepared on all these.", Karn would speak out, his gruff tone remaining the same, even under his vocoded helmet.
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The slow rumbles of metal against the rocky floors of the corridor give light thumps as Karn moves along behind Bridges, his view watching behind and around the back of the three man team. The ship was quite the maze, even he had to wonder where the hell they ended up, or even if they'd get through the whole damn thing. Whatever the case, he slowly stops behind the two as Joe halts to inspect the nearby room. His slower, but repulsed reaction forces out an amused exhale from the hulking krogan.
Joe turns his attention back to Bridges. "You're not going to believe me if I told you what was in there," he said. "So let's just skip to the part where you take a look for yourself."
"I ain't even gonna' ask..", Karn grunts out in a low tone, his amused attitude soon dropping.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2014 16:26:59 GMT -6
Why that name...?
A small click interrupted the silence, clear now that the radio had been jammed this whole time. No wonder the bay had been quiet.
"Iskra, if you can hear me, switch off your external speakers before you reply. Now, are you okay over there?"
The drell turn off her externals as instructed, the whispers fading back into darkness as the shadows cleared from her mind. Her voice barely above an audible whisper, Iskra knew the fear was in her voice, whether it for her own sanity or the fear of something that called for Meldom was unknown. "I-I am fine, Morgan. Thank you....What is going on?"
"Maelstrom's shuttle is jamming our signals, but I've managed to cut through the interference. You're the only one who can hear me at the moment, but Maelstrom also ran ahead without telling the rest of the group... Eric doesn't seem concerned, but... with everything else going on, something just doesn't sit right with me."
Iskra ignored the voice from her side, the crawling feeling had come rushing back. She wasn't the only one who felt it...The lack of concern over the cut off communication was another worry, who thought that would ever be a good idea?
"I understand. How do you purpose we go forward?"
The young doctor had to resist the urge to jerk from Eric's grip as he told her something about sucking it up and not being selfish in this time.
"I'm not sure yet... Just, stay in touch. We can communicate privately via the internal comms, at least until we figure out what's going on."
"Understood." Iskra stood as Eric removed his hand, her external speakers turning back on.
"I apologize, let us move on."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Sept 22, 2014 8:07:09 GMT -6
Eric nodded to Iskra and took up his rifle. “Everyone form up behind me.”
He moved up to the side of the base entrance, prompting his team to follow. Other than the pile of discarded body parts the way was clear. The N7 addressed his team.
“Okay - Morgan can hack the doors round the base so we’re gonna try to limit the number of bugs on the field before we free the prisoners. Corral ‘em ‘n seal ‘em off; should make life somewhat easier. With any luck Mal might be more than halfway to our objective.”
Eric turned to Morgan, motioning to her omni-tool. “… let’s see where the lil’ bastards are congregatin’…”
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Sept 22, 2014 12:26:17 GMT -6
Esteban hestitated a moment before he leaned forward to peer around the corner. His had no idea what awaited him, so he braced himself for the worst. Images of dead bodies trapped in an eternal scream flashed in his mind. After everything else he saw, he expected only horrors and death.
Not Thessian opulence.
The first thing he saw was purple and red Thessian silk. It flowed down the ceiling trimmings as smooth as milk, bordering the paintings decorating the walls. His studied eyes followed the silk down to the wooden floor. He immediately recognized the wood. It was rare Ishtarian from the Eastern forest on Thessia. Though Esteban was wealthy, he could not afford that. His gaze followed the grain of the wood over to a slight elevated outcropping from the wall. Flawless buds of what had to be Tevura roses.
Esteban unconsciously took a step forward, brushing his hand over his forearm to activate his omnitool.
"I...." He tried to say something, to express something about what he was seeing... but the words were not coming.
He took a breath and shook his head. Why would the Collectors have this? "A guilded cage?" He asked out loud to no one in particular. He looked over to the side of the entrance, able to make out the door which would slide out to seal the passage off. Though that was no proof this was a jail cell of any sort. All of the rooms in this base seemed to have that.
"That is all that I can guess," he said while passing his omnitool over the entrance frame. His VI flashed the information on his HUD. There was a panel within that operated the doors. He smiled to himself. At least they would not be trapped, if this was what he suspected.
"It should be safe to pass through," Esteban gestured, pointing at the doorway on the other side. "We need to go through there."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Sept 22, 2014 15:56:23 GMT -6
"It should be safe to pass through, we need to go through there," Bridges said, pointing at a door across the room.
"Okay," Joe said, and began heading towards it.
*****
Even as he passed through the room, Joe still had a hard time accepting the room's contents. He had no idea where they came from, but the whole place reeked of money, more money than he could probably imagine.
As he passed by a table, he saw an ashtray sitting on it. He didn't smoke, but something about it compelled him to pick it up and look at it.
He put it down a few seconds later.
"Damn," he said with mock disappointment. "I was hoping it would have 'Property of Cerberus' stamped on it. It sure would be nice to tie those guys to the Collectors and their Reaper masters."
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Sept 23, 2014 7:41:30 GMT -6
Karn peers at the two conversing by the doorway, before slowly moving his way over as they proceed to move their way inside. A squeeze through the doorway and out popped in his hulking form, towards what most can assume to be as a rather.. Gruesome room, by the standards of flashy decorating. Whilst both humans were finding it hard to accept what they saw, Karn simply walked through it, eyeing the rather expensive batches of items upon the most oddly placed room in the entire ship. Decor or not, it wasn't something to expect inside a place so detestable, even he had to find some sort of intrigue to why the hell such a room would be held in the confines of a Collector ship. But like all people from his walks of life, only one question is all he'd need to ask..
"Think it'd be illegal if I stole half the crap in here?", Karn audibly jokes through his helmets speakers. "..Don't look at me like that.", his response would be to any reactions they would indeed make.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Sept 23, 2014 11:31:35 GMT -6
Joseph and Karn entered into the room before Esteban and spread out, each of them inspecting something or another within there. The Engineer waited at the entrance still, not yet willing to walk in yet. This sort of room could be found in the homes of the elite of the galaxy. Not here.
"Data, can environmental conditions of the room before me and display."
"At once sir," Data replied.
Just as before, dozens of data points rained down Esteban's HUD. Room temperature, atmospheric ratios, and so much more. It was meaningless to him.
"Examine the room's environment and compare with known planetary environments."
"Yes sir," Data answered quickly. "The room's environment is a near perfect match for Thessia during their Spring cycle at their equator."
"Great," Esteban muttered to himself, entering into the room finally.
"Think it'd be illegal if I stole half the crap in here?" Karn announced. Esteban replied with a humorless laugh, looking over at the Krogan. ".... Don't look at me like that."
"I doubt the Collectors will call for your arrest," Esteban answered Karn's question while heading for the door panel opposite of the entrance. He did not touch anything in there. If this was a guilded cage, best not to look at the pretty things in there. If it was not, then this was another mystery that he would put on the backburner.
He quickly scanned the panel with a wave of his hand and ran his decryption software. Maybe there was some hint about this room in the local system. Even if this mystery would not be solved for certain, having some sort of answer would be nice.
"I will need a minute or two to investigate," he said to the two in the room with him, staring forward at the panel. "There should be another room past this one. One somewhat smaller than this. If you can go look at it to make sure it is safe, that would save time."
Esteban tapped away at his omnitool, initiating contact with the Collector programming within the panel. He could hear the clink of a glass close by. "Damn," Joseph said to the group at large, referring to something within the room. "I was hoping it would have 'Property of Cerberus' stamped on it. It sure would be nice to tie those guys to the Collectors and their Reaper masters."
"Reapers?" Esteban repeated that last part questioningly, grateful to get his mind off of the current issue for now. "I had trouble accepting their existence. If I may inquire, why do you believe Shepard?"
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Post by Eric Lysander on Sept 24, 2014 10:30:28 GMT -6
As Murdoch and the asari fought Collectors outside Eric and his rescue team made their way deeper into the base. The N7 received word to leave the hangar bay doors open to better facilitate an escape. Even if the Collectors managed to reach it and try to utilize the shuttles, it would turn out to be their last mistake. Esteban’s “bread crumb” program did its part in keeping the team from doubling back on their steps as they came closer to the swarm Morgan indicated. It was the largest collection of Seeker bugs she could locate, situated at a median point between the core and the prisoner area. Eric commented on their efficient strategy; the smaller swarms patrol the halls while the larger stayed in place ready to deploy reinforcements to wherever there was trouble. Within the twists and tubes of hexagonal shapes, caked resin and other organic substances lining them Maelstrom was never encountered. Eric hoped to himself that his friend was well and waiting for him by the holding cells.
The group then came upon a rise in the corridor they walked. Just beyond it laid the mother swarm. Eric’s team tensed up and scrutinized the walls making sure there were no bugs to give away their approach. Confirming they were safe for the moment, Eric had the team huddle up around Morgan’s map. He traced key points around the swarm with his finger.
“Yeah… these bugs picked themselves a good spot alright… five exit points for optimum dispersal. We’ll seal off the ones closest to the core and the prisoners first. If they catch our scent they’ll have to take a longer way around like Morgan said.”
He looked up at his team. “Maybe someone can scout a perimeter, find some more doors. Make that long way even longer for ‘em.”
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Post by dargene on Sept 24, 2014 14:25:12 GMT -6
Meldom lagged behind Erics group to take a final look around the hanger, something seemed off though he could not figure it out, it was almost like something was watching him but he could not see what. Slowly making his way towards the door with his Pistol out, a few steps away from the door he heard a small sound that sounded like power flowing, having one last glance behind him he noticed that the collector shuttle had begun to power up.
Its Thrusters began to slowly power up and it began to hover "Eric" Meldom shouted into the comm channel "We have a problem here.. that Collector shuttle is just about to start flying itself.." he watched as the craft managed to start to gain some height before turning around to face him "Must be remote controlled or something" he said into the comm channel once more before aiming his gun at it.
Taking several shots and emptying his clip the collector craft hardly had a scratch and started to fly towards him picking up speed "Not good" he said making a sprint for the door, with the craft about to catch up with him he pulled a remote detonator from his hand "Crap" he muttered into the comms before clicking the button causing an explosion to ripple through a section of the hangerbay, Meldom was pushed forward through the door with fire, metal and other organic material from the collector walls and craft sealing the way shut with rubble..
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Post by Game Master on Sept 24, 2014 14:47:38 GMT -6
[GM Post]
Lysander's group marches away from the docking bay. All except for Meldom. He stayed behind to double check everything in the bay. For a little bit of time, everything was calm and quiet. Well as calm and quiet as can be within an enemy base.
A deafening explosion rips through the silence, following nearly immediately by a hellstorm of fire and debris flying outwards throughout the hallways adjacent to the docking bay. The river of flame was a trickle by the time it reached the heroes. The helmets immediately filtered the explosions noise to prevent anyone from losing their hearing. Some may be knocked off their feet from the shockwave.
A rumbling sound followed....
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Notes - The primary pathways to the docking bay have collapsed and is inaccessible. Anyone rushing back would see this. - Even the most cursory of glances at the map Esteban provided will identify two other docking bays, though they are not close by. - Meldom is not seen.... - Lysander's group will be set upon by a small patrol of Collectors (five) who rush towards the noise (to investigate). They are mook-level.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Sept 24, 2014 15:51:24 GMT -6
“…why do you believe Shepard?” Bridges asked.
*****
“Congratulations, enlistees,” said the commandant of the Alliance’s N7 training school. “You have passed through the crucible of training. You have burned out all impurities and now stand ready to defend your home, your people and each other…”
Joe stood on a stage with seventeen other applicants into what was regarded as the most intense selection program on the Alliance military. There had been a total of eighty-seven at the beginning, but the seemingly impossible testing had weeded out the rest, whether due to injury (twelve), death (three) or simple lack of will to make it through (fifty-four).
“Those of you who passed realized the core truth of what it means to serve,” the commandant continued. “That it is not about yourselves, that it is about the man or woman to your left and right. You have shown that despite the odds, that you can place your life in their hands and theirs in yours, knowing they will give their fullest. Value such trust.”
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Joe looked over at his employer, trying best how to answer the question. It was the reason he and Lysander had bonded so quickly, even though they had never met, and it was the same reason he would trust Shepard if he ever met him.
“Call it…a matter of faith,” he replied. “I’ll admit that I’m very curious as to why you didn’t, especially after he saved the galaxy…twice.”
He wished he they weren’t wearing their helmets so Bridges could see the seriousness in his face.
“But this really isn’t the time or place to talk about it,” he continued. “When we make it back to the Valiant, set aside some time. We’ll discuss it then, agreed?”
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Sept 24, 2014 23:28:23 GMT -6
Esteban read the readout on his omnitool display, telling the engineer that his omnitool was attempting to sync with the panel. He saw something strange, something he did not expect to find. It looked like a few data files were present within the local system. It looked secured by standard Collector encryption. He typed a command into his holographic interface to activate his decryption program. It was time to field test the software.
“Call it…a matter of faith,” Joseph answered Esteban's question. Esteban turned his head enough to see the N7 Destroyer out of the corner of his visor. “I’ll admit that I’m very curious as to why you didn’t, especially after he saved the galaxy…twice. But this really isn’t the time or place to talk about it. When we make it back to the Valiant, set aside some time. We’ll discuss it then, agreed?”
Esteban nodded once. "Agreed. You might be able to shed some light on things I found rather bizarre. But that can wait for later." His omnitool beeped, demanding his attention. He looked back at his omnitool. "It will take me approximately 10 minutes to finish work on this panel. I am attempting to access a few files that may shed light on what this room is for."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Sept 25, 2014 5:23:54 GMT -6
"Ten minutes, huh?" Joe said. "I'll check the next room." After a room like this, I don't think anything can surprise me more, he thought.
He entered the next room and stopped dead in his tracks.
There were machines in it whose function he could only begin to guess at, along with a table of tools, but what held his attention was the bloody table.
He saw that there were straps at both ends and in the middle, presumably to hold something down--and he had a very good idea what that “something” was.
Throughout his career, he had seen all sorts of death and injury on the battlefield, and while he didn't like it, he could accept it. When two people met with the intent of killing each other, it was going to get messy. But this, he still could not accept. If things went sideways, and escape was impossible, he would deny them the satisfaction of experimenting on him; of that he was certain.
He focused his attention elsewhere, and saw there was another pile of body parts in a corner, much like the one in the first tunnel. A glint of metal in the pile caught the light, grabbing his attention.
He went over to it, and it soon took a very familiar shape.
He reached in and took it out.
*****
He returned to the other room, and Bridges was still working on the panel.
“Hey boss,” he called out. “Care for a souvenir?”
He held up what he had found. It was unmistakably the head of a geth.
“Looks like the Collectors aren’t just checking out us organics,” he said.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 10:08:45 GMT -6
Iskra followed behind Morgan and Eric, navigator and commander. She couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next. They had only been there a short time and already Maelstrom had run off, Meldom seemed to have disappeared once they left the dock, the radios had been silenced at the worst possible time. She had no idea how they were suppose to coordinate, and now that they couldn't, it seemed all that more impossible to get out of this mission successfully.
“Maybe someone can scout a perimeter, find some more doors. Make that long way even longer for ‘em.”
"I can do that." The young doctor spoke up, "I have a cloak, and the only one with biotics to fight them off if they do see me."
Before anyone could answer, an explosion cut off the conversation, the station shaking with impact from something back at the docks. Iskra grabbed the wall just as a blast of hot air almost knocked her off her feet.
There wasn't enough time to check with Eric to see what to do, Iskra turned and began to run back in the direction of the dock.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Sept 25, 2014 11:56:22 GMT -6
Upon Eric finishing his sentence a crackled shout came over his inner speakers. ”Eric…! We have a problem here…!”
It was Meldom, who had opted to guard the team’s flank. Eric had assumed that the salarian’s cloaking device was engaged and was close by as he drafted a strategy to contain the swarm in the chamber ahead.
What - our comms are back up?
“That Collector shuttle is just about to start flying itself…” Meldom continued before the ex-Alliance marine could respond.
But we put prox-
“Must be remote controlled or something." Then Eric’s headset went silent.
The situation shifted into high gear in no time at all. “M-“
The drell scientist spoke up, volunteering to scout a perimeter about the hive. "I have a cloak, and the only one with biotics to fight them off if they do see me."
Eric never got to approve her initiative or reach out to Meldom as the corridor suddenly shook and rumbled in the grip of an explosion from the direction of the docking bay they entered through. Eric was knocked onto his rump and lower back from his kneeling position by the accompanying air burst. He quickly pushed himself upright.
“And we we’re doin’ so well too – Iskra!”
Iskra had raced off towards the docking bay. As she disappeared shadows began to dance and bob about the corridor walls ahead of Eric and Morgan getting larger by the second. Eric grabbed Morgan’s arm and pulled her down to the ground as he also lay prone fixated on the shadows, holding a hand in front of her to keep her quiet. The hand then curled and pointed an index finger to the adjoining corridor in front.
Five Collector soldiers – weapons drawn – ran in the same direction Iskra disappeared to.
Eric keyed his comset, switching off his external speakers. “Iskra? You have five grunts comin’ up behind you. Stay outta sight n’ see if you can find Meldom.” He turned to Morgan. “Morgan – shut this door in back of us now or we’re also gonna get it full in th’ face! I’ll cover you…”
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Post by Maelstrom on Sept 25, 2014 14:25:27 GMT -6
Maelstrom took in all the data sent to him by Emily and Anelya. Rather than examining it all at once, Maelstrom read it in bits and pieces, as he stole through the shadows of the base, only occasionally having to forfeit their security for more well-lit segments. His mouth nearly dropped open when he saw that, except for Bridges' team, everyone was still in the shuttlebay and that there were no evident signs of combat. While he understood the need to plan and move with deliberate caution, lingering for so long without anything else of interest in Emily's report seemed more like dawdling in the middle of war-zone rather than a planned tactical maneuver.
He wondered if it was more drama regarding Iskra or if someone else was to blame this time. I thought we'd put this sort of shit behind us when we booted Artacus off the ship, he mused. It was not that he held any hard feelings towards the doctor. What he did do was question the wisdom of her being a mercenary or a field operative, given the most recent turns of events.
Of course, he had to wonder if Morgan might have somehow been feeding the discord on the ship. After all, aside from Artacus' actions on Barce, which nearly got several people killed, the group had functioned more-or-less harmoniously since their inception. That was not to say he disliked her. Since their initial encounter in the cargo bay, they had not gotten any time to familiarize themselves with each other. From the little he knew of her thus far, his only problems with her were the inherent un-trustworthiness of how she came to be on the Valiant and the fact that she had yet to do anything substantial to earn the trust so many of the others seemed to be showing her.
He would have liked to remain with the rest of the group and give her the chance to earn his trust and respect, but he knew that he was not a safe companion to have in his current state of mind. Others would just get in the way of the killing he needed to do to purge his soul of the demons returning to haunt it. It would not due for him to endanger the others or for them to inadvertently and innocently take actions that would earn his hostility.
Of course, going on his own as he was necessitated its own kinds of caution. Though he wanted to exterminate every Collector he could find on the base, he was forced to let two groups of them pass. There were simply too many of them in those groups, too much of a chance of one escaping to a communications panel hardwired into the base's computers. Then any hope of catching them by surprise would be lost. One other time, though, he came upon another group and reduced them to a state that reminded him of nothing so much as insects splatted on the windshield of a hovercar.
He was too caught up in his thoughts, and he turned a base only to find himself staring down a group of three Collectors, a few dozen yards off. He was so startled that they got the jump on him in aiming their guns. Maelstrom prepared to launch a biotic push field towards them to buy himself the time he needed to get control of the situation, as he was not a very defensive fighter.
Then the base shook with a terrible roar. His HUD registered numerous large impacts through the sensors on his boots. They suggested that significant amounts of material had collapsed, likely sealing off passageways. It was hard to be certain in the maze-like base, but it seemed that the explosion originated from the area of the shuttlebay.
And they told me not to tip off the whole base... he thought. The team remaining near the shuttlebay was the only one which would have been close enough to cut through an active jamming signal to activate the explosives. The only other alternative he could think of was that someone else was launching their own assault on the base and being more decisive- and reckless- than his own group. If that were the case, krogan and turians seemed the most likely culprits, based on the size of the blast.
The cause of the explosion aside, it provided him exactly what he needed. It caused the Collectors to stumble and made a secondary explosion something that no one in their right minds would second-guess. His footing remained sound; a side-effect of his martial-arts-influenced fighting style was that he was almost always able to assume a stable position to fight from. As soon as rumbling ended, he reached to one of the slots on his armor and retrieved an explosive grenade. It took him only a fraction of a second to arm the kinetic detonator and send the weapon hurtling into the midst of the three insectoids who were still struggling to regain their balance. With a slight motion of his hand, he arrested a great deal of the grenade's momentum, tripping the detonator. In an instant, the three figures were reduced to oozing corpses.
Maelstrom quickly brought up his HUD interface, a stealth measure he always included in his suits, as he walked past the smoldering remains of his three foes. The HUD interface allowed him to access features of his omni-tool without bringing up its distinctive orange light as he made his way through the shadows of an enemy stronghold. He brought up the emergency override of the jamming code, a calculated risk. Right at that moment, everyone needed to know what was happening.
"What the hell is going on? Are we under attack from outside the base or are we just deciding to make a bad day for ourselves?" Maelstrom demanded over the most secure channel the Vengeance was capable of opening, something he suspected the Collectors would think of as mere child's play to crack. Before anyone could answer, he said, "Bridges, when you're content that everything that needs to be said has been, you can re-engage jamming with our secondary signal."
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Sept 26, 2014 0:03:02 GMT -6
Under his helmet, Esteban's gaze hardened. The decryption was not going as smoothly as he would have hoped. He knew before hand that the Collectors had some of the most advanced technology in the galaxy, but one can never get a sense of scale until confronting it head-on. He pursed his lips and got to work, making slight modifications to the decryption software to help the process along.
He was making decent progress, decrypting 65% of the files when Joseph called out. “Hey boss! Care for a souvenir?”
Esteban lifted his head and looked over at the doorway where he last saw the N7 Destroyer. His eyes widened, his breathing hitched in his throat. Worse, his vision narrowed to that mechanical horror in Joseph's hands.
“Looks like the Collectors aren’t just checking out us organics,” he said.
His ever instinct told him to destroy the Geth head, sending it back to whatever pit of hell the machine crawled out of. But his hand would not move. He tried, but his muscles were so painfully tight. He gnashed his teeth, tasting copper bleed down his gums.
"Sir," Data whispered in his ear. "Your blood pressure is at 210 over 120. Pulse is at 140 beats per minute and rising. Administering relaxants."
Through a herculean effort, Esteban opened his mouth. His jaw quivered as the relaxant flowed into his system, allowing him to speak.
"Mist that thing," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "The is no safe way to deal with the Geth. They are pure information, all hellbent on wiping out organic life. There are few things I can imagine more dangerous than a Geth."
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Esteban's armored hand clinked against the wall as he braced himself. The decryption software continued working, but that was not on Esteban's mind. "The Geth are..."
Whatever else Esteban was about to say was cut off by his radio suddenly coming to life.
"What the hell is going on? Are we under attack from outside the base or are we just deciding to make a bad day for ourselves? Bridges, when you're content that everything that needs to be said has been, you can re-engage jamming with our secondary signal."
I don't need to deal with this, Esteban thought to himself. I don't.
"Thank you Maelstrom," Esteban half-muttered, half-spoke. His voice sounded unexpectedly drained. He did not have the energy to hide it. "Eric Lysander has operational command of the team over there. I trust whatever judgment he has."
He took a deep, shaky breath. "Eric. What happened? And does this require a change in plans?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 8:53:47 GMT -6
Eric's voice rang through her helmet, warning her of the danger that she already knew was there. The Collectors were right on top of her, there was no way she'd be able to hide from them without some kind of distraction.
Flipping the knife from her boot, the young doctor's body rippled like water disturbed by a pebble. Turning on heel, she was able to slide low as the Collector's blade slashed the air over her head. Dr. Solus's words rang through her memories as her knife found the soft spot on the back of the thing's neck.
The Collectors screamed, enraged at the ease of the kill. They began to open fire just as Iskra started to glow with biotic energy and charge...
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Post by Eric Lysander on Sept 26, 2014 12:04:48 GMT -6
All of the mercenary teams’ comms went active. The teammate that forged ahead on his own, that had Eric worried about what he would run into, was demanding answers.
"What the hell is going on? Are we under attack from outside the base or are we just deciding to make a bad day for ourselves? Bridges, when you're content that everything that needs to be said has been, you can re-engage jamming with our secondary signal."
“Thank you Maelstrom," Esteban cut in, sounding very fatigued. "Eric Lysander has operational command of the team over there. I trust whatever judgment he has."
I think the jury’s still deliberatin’ that first point…
"Eric.” The team financier called the N7 to the stand, in a manner of speaking. “What happened? And does this require a change in plans?"
The Rescue team lead gave his report. “Collectors hadda new trick up their claws, B. They remote-jacked the shuttles n’ sic-ed ‘em on Meldom. I think he’s okay but the docking bay’s rubble so we needa find a new exit.”
Eric looked momentarily to the petite stowaway.
“Morgan’s workin’ on cutting down Seeker numbers and we just saw a patrol run past – they’ll be runnin’ into Iskra soon enough. If you haven’t reached the core yet I’d say drop the sightseeing ‘n push on to it. Me ‘n my team’ll keep these buggers busy, make this honeycomb o’ theirs work for us. Contact us once you’ve secured the core. You’ll draw a bit o’ fire but that’ll change quick when we spring the prisoners. Mal… looks like you’re our ‘man in motion’ out there. Go forth n’ make mayhem; we can get a fix on enemy positions or follow up on your strikes. Everyone else, eyes sharp n’ mark off any interestin’ points you run into on the map – one of ‘em may be our way out.”
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