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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 11:24:31 GMT -6
Naetilia watched as Donnelly took a seat at a workstation, brought up an interface and began issuing commands—or at least tried to. She noticed the human’s movements were stiff, each one causing her to grimace.
“You are in pain, allow me to take over,” the doctor said.
“Do I tell you how to do your job?” the human said, grimacing again as she attempted to enter another command.
“No, but I can tell you are in pain,” the turian said. “Let me take over. Tell me what commands to enter.”
With a sigh of frustration, Donnelly relinquished her seat and Naetilia took her place.
The engineer said, “Okay, the first thing you have to do is…”
She trailed off as she watched the doctor quickly enter several commands and bring up a listing of all the different systems in the ship.
“You forget, this ship once belonged to my people,” the turian said. “I am familiar with many of its operations.”
“Point taken,” the human said. “Now get a status report on all the systems.”
Naetilia entered the command, but an error message came up, stating that could not be done.
“Damn it, of course the main VI would be down, that way the geth would have to take over each system separately rather than all at once,” Donnelly said. “Looks like we’ll have to bring them up individually. Check the critical systems first. They’re probably already been rebooted, but let’s be sure.”
“Very well,” the doctor said, bringing up the status of the power system. “What are we looking for?”
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jul 6, 2015 11:28:38 GMT -6
Marcius informed Eric of his communication with Esteban. "He has succeeded in getting many of the ship's systems back under our control, but there is still a geth presence in the system. Even with all the measures at his disposal, we cannot count anything out until the infection is completely contained… what of Fischer?"
“Likely knee deep in it,” said Eric. “S’only explanation why he hasn’t replied yet.”
Marcius motioned to acknowledge new transmissions over his comm, ordering the people on the other end to check in and coordinate with Esteban. The turian then regarded the N7 a second and then issued additional orders to everyone involved in the conflict.
"All further communications should include Mister Lysander. He is the team's operational commander in tactical situations."
Eric returned his co-employer’s nod, lips tight in an effort to keep composed in the face of his worst nightmare. Each with their compliment of EMP grenades, he directed Marcius to follow him out of his workspace.
“Hey everybody, it’s Fischer.”
Eric held back a moment to allow his counterpart to report his situation.
“I just linked up with Izahm here on the upper level, and judging by the amount of dead drones I’m looking at, I’d say we’re at Geth Central. Fischer out.”
Eric moved in double-time, opening a channel to Joe and the rest of the team in an effort to get everyone in sync.
“Joe! Marcius n’ me are on our way. Do not engage –REPEAT- do not engage until we get there, ya copy? The geth’ll have their biggest nasties guarding their power source. If we keep them all focused on us, make defending their nest the top priority, our techs can close the net n’ pull th’ plug out from behind ‘em. Find some stuff we can use for axes or clubs; things they can’t hack into in case they lash out on our hardware.”
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Post by dargene on Jul 6, 2015 12:40:00 GMT -6
"I guess it's further up," Maelstrom said.
"Wonder What Geth could want" he said to Maelstrom openly "Not like we are beacons of Anti-Geth or actively attacking them, thought they went defensive most of the time" He eyed up his surroundings to make sure there was nothing about "Tin cans, nothing more" he muttered.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jul 6, 2015 13:32:22 GMT -6
“Steamrolling, huh?” Joe said, grinning as his omnitool scanned the room beyond. “That just happens to be my specialty.”
The omnitool chirped, letting him know the scan was complete.
“Okay, looks like the room was originally a secondary communications array, and there's only one geth being detected, so it's probably trying to signal its buddies," he said, looking over the results.
He frowned. Scans of geth forces in their actions on Eden Prime and the Citadel had brought a wealth of information on the different platforms they deployed, but this was nothing like what had been encountered before.
"All right, Mr. Geth Expert, what do you make of this?” he asked, showing the results to the young reporter.
[Insert reply]
“Joe!” Lysander called out through Izahm’s omnitool. “Marcius n’ me are on our way. Do not engage - REPEAT - do not engage until we get there, ya copy? The geth’ll have their biggest nasties guarding their power source. If we keep them all focused on us, make defending their nest the top priority, our techs can close the net n’ pull th’ plug out from behind ‘em. Find some stuff we can use for axes or clubs; things they can’t hack into in case they lash out on our hardware.”
Damn it, Pops, don’t you get it, it HAS to be me!
" ‘A good plan violently executed now is better than a perfect plan executed next week’, General George Patton," Joe said, looking at the journalist. “He wasn’t a Marine, but he knew his shit. I’m still going in, what about you?”
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Post by spartan560 on Jul 6, 2015 21:45:56 GMT -6
Izahm studies the readout then closes his eyes thinking. "Judging by the signature I'd say it's a partially completed Juggernaut," I hope they didn't have time to give it a flamethrower "In any event the best course is to wait for backup but hey I'm always for a little hell on earth as the saying goes," he finishes signifying he's ready to go, "Let's just hope it doesn't have a flamethrower or you're barbecue."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jul 6, 2015 23:12:20 GMT -6
"Judging by the signature I'd say it's a partially completed Juggernaut," Izahm said.
Joe grinned.
Most people would have had second thoughts about going against such an opponent without armor, but he was not most people; he actually relished the challenge of going into a battle with the odds against him.
If it was easy, everybody could do it.
"In any event, the best course is to wait for backup,” the reporter said. “But hey, I'm always for a little hell on earth as the saying goes. Let's just hope it doesn't have a flamethrower or you're barbecue."
He stared at the young man, his respect increasing.
Yeah, the boss definitely has an eye for talent…
“Kid, you’re my kind of crazy,” he said, clapping him on the shoulder. “But just because we’re crazy doesn’t mean we’re stupid.
“Now, I appreciate the offer to protect me, but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit on the big side, so that shield isn’t going to do much, especially if it has a flamethrower or grenades,” he said. “But I got a plan.”
He gestured at the layout of the room occupied by the geth.
“Based on its position, it looks like it’s defending the transmitter, but there’s also some computer banks and packing crates we can use as cover. So here’s what we do: we enter the room and you use your shield to protect me until I get to the cover, then I distract it while you sneak around it and disable the transmitter. Sound good?”
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Post by Maelstrom on Jul 6, 2015 23:21:46 GMT -6
"Wonder What Geth could want," Meldom said. "Not like we are beacons of Anti-Geth or actively attacking them, thought they went defensive most of the time. Tin cans, nothing more."
"Tin cans don't spontaneously develop the will to slice open the guy trying to take out the Spaghetti-O's inside. No. I've met them, and they most definitely have the spark of life. Don't ask me how. You'd need to be the most remarkable scientist or philosopher in history to answer how a machine develops a soul. They have them, though."
"That's what makes them dangerous," Maelstrom mused, as they reached the upper level. "A mech, you can predict after observation. A living thing watches you too, and a smart one can always find a way to trick you."
Dozens of mechs lay strewn about the floor, with a much higher concentration towards one end of the deck. Logic dictated that when followed the carnage, it would lead to Karn, Fischer, or Maelstrom himself. Sure enough, he rounded a corner and found Izahm and Fischer talking. Rather than barge in, he leaned against a wall and checked his gun.
He deactivated his speakers and let himself laugh freely inside the helmet. Joe still was not wearing any real armor. "And I'm the cowboy."
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Post by Maricus Caenilus on Jul 6, 2015 23:32:59 GMT -6
“Joe! Marcius n’ me are on our way. Do not engage –REPEAT- do not engage until we get there, ya copy? The geth’ll have their biggest nasties guarding their power source. If we keep them all focused on us, make defending their nest the top priority, our techs can close the net n’ pull th’ plug out from behind ‘em. Find some stuff we can use for axes or clubs; things they can’t hack into in case they lash out on our hardware.”
Maricus struggled to keep up. Despite having kept himself in relatively good shape for a man of his years and lifestyle, even to the point that he could reasonably be considered athletic, the kind of effort that one exerted, consciously or no, in a life-or-death situation was substantially more than he was accustomed to. He inwardly chastised himself over having grown this soft.
When Fischer did not respond after several long seconds, Maricus said, "I do believe some form of disciplinary action might need to be taken against that man when this is all over."
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Post by spartan560 on Jul 7, 2015 9:25:26 GMT -6
Izahm noticed a slight shadow on shadow and said, "Good plan Joe but looks like some of our backup has arrived," motioning in Maelstroms general direction, "Glad some other armored people got here. Now we have a better chance of saving this one from being barbecued," he motions at Joe, "Hes got a plan so lets hear it one more time Joe so our backup knows whats up." Izahm still has his shield up and Disciple out ready to charge in at a moments notice.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jul 7, 2015 10:23:22 GMT -6
It took all of Joe’s self-control not to scream at being denied his opportunity at redemption. He took a moment to force his disappointment down, then turned to face the new arrivals.
“I scanned the room ahead,” he said to them. “It contains a secondary communications array and a partially completed geth juggernaut guarding it. I was going to distract it while our intrepid young reporter disables the transmitter, but now with you two here, we can double up. Meldom, you team up with the kid while Maelstrom and me keep the juggernaut occupied. Anybody got a problem with that?”
The mech barked.
“Oh yeah, forgot about you,” he said, before turning back to the others. “So far the doctor's mech has been cool, and when we burst in the room, I expect it’s going to focus on the geth, but beyond that that I don't know what it's going to do. Now, does anybody got anything they desperately need to say before we go in and be big damn heroes?”
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jul 7, 2015 18:13:18 GMT -6
"I do believe some form of disciplinary action might need to be taken against that man when this is all over," recommended Marcius as he followed close behind the Alliance dropout.
"Maybe I'll thinka somethin," Eric huffed. "Right now I'm just tryin' ta keep from throttlin' him when I see 'im..."
Eric and Marcius arrived at Joe's location to find Izham, Maelstrom and Meldom there as well. His heart lurched for a second at spotting Naetilia's FENRIS but then relented, amazed that throughout all the chaos the mech managed to remain uninfected and still deferent to organics. Or perhaps that was the appearance it wanted to portray. He acknowledged the others as he stalked up behind the younger N7 who was trying to rally the group for an assault on the geth nest.
"Now, does anybody got anything they desperately need to say before we go in and be big damn heroes?”
Eric cut in with "Yeah! Make sure you're not the ham n' cheese variety or you'll get eaten alive!"
[Insert reaction from Joe, if any.]
The senior N7 had a tense smirk on his face, a strong undertone of checked anger. "Oh, don't worry, Buttercup. I'm not here to take charge - it should be you takin' point after all. I'm just gonna make sure you don't do anythin' too stupid while you're clearing up this mess..."
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Post by spartan560 on Jul 7, 2015 21:59:48 GMT -6
Izahm smiles inwardly as his diversionary and stalling tactics worked giving the others enough time to arrive and prevent Joe form doing something very stupid and suicidal, "Well at least I took car of the drones bringing parts otherwise we might be facing a fully functioning flamethrowing Juggernaut," he stays at the ready facing the door in case said Juggernaut decides to start the battle early.
"Well now that the gangs all here let's kill us a Geth Jug and end this madness," Izahm says to no one in particular his grip tightening on his Disciple in anticipation, "I for one wish to get back to meditating and then hit up the combat sim, if it's still operational aftera ll is said and done."
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Post by Game Master on Jul 9, 2015 1:34:43 GMT -6
[GM Post - The Battle] I was in contact with the PC for Fischer and he told me that Joseph would be charging in ahead of everyone else. So for purposes of the confrontation with the Proto-Juggernaut-Geth, Joseph will have first crack at it. I was thinking of trying a new format for the battle, something that I see in action movies all the time, and I would like to try it out. The Rules for "Awesome Fight" 1. Once per post, everyone will have one incredible attack that will have the mini-boss reeling. The attack will not defeat the mini-boss, nor damage it beyond repair, but is will definitely hurt the mini-boss 2. The attacks and damage should build off the previous attack. Meaning, if one PC attaches an explosive to the back of the mini-boss's head, then the next PC can play with the damage and then include that damage in their own attack. 3. This should show a type of group cohesiveness, unity, make everyone look like a bad-ass, and hopefully create some fun memories. 4. At the end of the post, have the mini-boss do something to push your character away to justify why your character isn't following up immediately on the successful attack. The push-back does not have to injure the character (unless if you think it would make for something interesting), but it should be enough to take the character out of the fight for 2 or 3 seconds so others can get their hits in. ----- Enjoy
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jul 9, 2015 16:07:24 GMT -6
I don’t want to assault whatever’s waiting for us without backup…
Well, now that the gang’s all here, let’s kill us a geth jug…
*****
Those two phrases, uttered from young reporter, swirled in Joe’s head as it dawned on him that he had been played the fool.
Rage surged through him, and he was barely able to stop himself from strangling the journalist right there.
Yes, kill him! the dark thing howled, feeding off his anger, sensing a weakness in its cage. Kill him, he robbed us of our chance to do it ourselves!
He punched and kicked at it until it got the idea he was not releasing it.
*****
Once he got himself back under control, he looked back at the others and grinned, but he could tell it did not contain his usual good humor; it felt more like a grimace.
“Anybody else got something to say?” he asked, letting out just a bit of his impatience. “Or would you rather wait for the geth to take over the ship and then take it out? You know, make it really dramatic?
“Nobody?” he said, not waiting for a response as he backed up to the door. “Good, because I got something to say.”
He took out a flashbang and pulled the pin.
“Sorry.”
He lobbed it at them.
*****
As soon he released the grenade he lunged towards the door, opened it, stepped into the room and then locked the door. He knew it wouldn’t keep them out long, but he hoped it would be long enough.
You make a mess, you clean the mess…
He turned to face the room and his eyes immediately went to the geth. It was massive, its head almost scraping the ceiling, but it was definitely incomplete; it was little more than a metal skeleton, with exposed wiring everywhere.
He let the dark thing out, and it grinned at the metal monstrosity before it.
“Dying time is here,” it hissed, then raised the Typhoon and unleashed a long burst at the juggernaut’s chest.
The geth reeled under the brutal onslaught to its body, but it raised a Collector assault rifle and fired back, hitting him in the arm, leg and side.
He grinned through the pain as he ducked behind one of the few remaining computer banks.
If it was easy, everybody could do it...
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jul 10, 2015 11:01:44 GMT -6
In a thousand years on a thousand missions, Eric never would have suspected Joe of pulling such a stunt. “Sorry,” was his last word before lobbing the flash bang.
“What the fuck, Jo-“
No time to warn the rest of the team.
As per his training Eric jammed his fingers into his ears, shut his eyes tight, opened his mouth wide and turned his back to minimize the shock and disorientation as much as possible. Even so, without his armor on he was not completely spared of the flash bang’s effects. But he could still function. In a haze he staggered to the sealed door and tried opening it, pounding on it when the controls would not respond. As much as he wanted to check up on his teammates he needed to catch up to Joe. If he failed the geth nest could spread out and completely assimilate the Valiant. Eric was not about to let anyone else under his command fall victim to the machines. He also wanted to deal with Joe personally. It was one thing to desert his unit. But to incapacitate them, leave them vulnerable to attack… If Joe missed the life and discipline on a base camp, Eric was determined to make him feel at home once the geth were exterminated.
Eric activated his comm, reaching out to anyone that would listen. “We’ve got a problem. Cowboy Joe’s decided to take on the clankers himself n’ locked us out. I need Access Door three unlocked… NOW!!!”
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Post by spartan560 on Jul 10, 2015 11:18:27 GMT -6
Because his back was to everybody when he heard the clink of a pin being pulled he didn't turn not knowing what it was. The flash that followed told him that it was a flashbang. Idiotic suicidal goddamn cowboy, Izahm thinks flicking off his shield and surging forward after Joe rushes into the room just barely making it through the closing door, he processes the skirmish between Joe and the Juggernaut the Juggernaut itself Joe's condition and possible points of cover and attack vectors.
Seeing a risky but also potentially devastating attack charges forward then with a flick of his wrist reactivates his shield slamming into the Juggernaut with the force of a small car. The Juggernaut takes a step back and actually slides backward a little. Then while it's stunned he unloads the Disciple as fast as he can the high velocity explosive rounds destroying exposed wiring and sending small bits of armor flying. Unfortunately only two shots connected before the Juggernaut recovers and back hands Izahm cracking the shield and sending him skidding a few yards back.
"That all you got!" Izahm yells out, "Cause I got plenty more to give," he then quickly reloads the Disciple then as he does so the Juggernaut unleashes another fusilade from the assault rifle hammering the shield. The first two layers splinter and shatter but the one remaining holds long enough for Izahm to see a cover point and as the last layer splinters and shatters he rolls for it taking a burst of rounds to his side and shoulder. Thankfully the tech armor takes all of it his shields dropping a fifth. "Joe you good," he yells out again checking the active Omni-tool on the left arm to see when he can reactivate his shield.
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Post by dargene on Jul 11, 2015 12:17:06 GMT -6
"What the fuck, Jo-" Eric said, this Made Meldoms attention perk up more as the scene happened around him, he was suddenly aware of the grenade and his eyes grew wide.
As the Bang went off Meldoms eyes were flooded with light and his ears with noise, his body recoiled away from the direction and instinctively went to his eyes to cover them, he attempted to open them but everything was out of place and moving, He blinked several times to get rid of the symptoms but it had little effect, he attempted to follow the rest of the group in but could barely walk and stumbled to the wall using it for balance.
"That's not fun.." he said blinking several times once more. He noticed that he could hardly hear himself but the dizziness was starting to subside. "Well, Guess its up to my stealth" he said activating his tactical cloak and starting to make his way into the room.
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Post by Maelstrom on Jul 12, 2015 1:29:58 GMT -6
Maelstrom did not have time to react to Joe's attack against his team-mates. Thankfully, his suit's systems worked as good as ever, automatically compensating for the flash-bang once its presence was detected. Without Emily's direct intervention, it could not take preemptive action. Instead, the filters activated the instant the heightened light and sound were detected. His optics blacked out before he saw the flash, and they remained offline for seconds. The audio-input shut off, but he still heard the bang, muffled through his armor. When systems came back online, Joe and Izahm were gone, and the door was shut.
“We’ve got a problem. Cowboy Joe’s decided to take on the clankers himself n’ locked us out. I need Access Door three unlocked… NOW!!!”
"I've got a lockpick on me," Maelstrom announced, walking up to the door and pulling out a series of sticky grenades from his suit. He placed them on the door like demolitions charges and synced them to his omni-tool.
Thankfully, Meldom was outside the expected blast radius when he bumped into the wall.
Once he saw everyone had gone to cover, Maelstrom blew the grenades. What was left was a ragged, gaping hole where a door had been.
"Well, Guess its up to my stealth," Meldom said, before heading into the battlefield.
Maelstrom followed after the now-invisible salarian. Joe was in cover, bleeding, and Izahm was in cover too. The juggernaut was still firing at them in cover, from the opposing side of the room. Judging by the distance, Maelstrom did not think the salarian could have gotten near yet, so Maelstrom pulled a concussion grenade. He biotically lobbed it at the mech, slamming it into the bulkhead behind, at the same time as the geth raised its arm towards Maelstrom.
An electric-blue light rushed towards him, bolts of power dancing within. He dodged to the side, but the edge of the attack still caught his shoulder. The force of it spun him around and knocked him off his feet. He regained his balance and spatial awareness in just enough time to land in queda de rins. Not a biotic blast, but damned if it doesn't pack a punch.
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Post by Maricus Caenilus on Jul 12, 2015 2:22:03 GMT -6
A flash-bang from a team-mate without any armor on was completely unexpected, and Maricus took the full force of the friendly fire. His mandibles spread wide and his teeth bared, as Maricus backed into a wall and drew his punisher. As his vision started to clear, he made his way towards the blasted-open door. He watched Maelstrom take a hit and barely recover, as the geth was slammed against the wall, its limbs flung wide, exposing all its valuable components.
Maricus aimed first for the head, then re-thought the approach. That was the most vulnerable point on an organic, but that was not necessarily true of a synthetic. Assessing the situation, he noticed a plate over the left side of the unit's stomach. It was one of very few metal plates already installed, and a military man knew that one first put up defenses around what was most vulnerable and most valuable. Adjusting his aim as the machine started to right itself, he unloaded a series of shots as fast as he could. Maricus knew better than trying to shoot off the plate- it was probably welded to the surrounding framing to prevent just that. Instead, he targeted the center of the plate itself, less confident in his aim than his ability to successfully group shots.
Half a dozen times, his shots hit within an inch of each other, and the plate dented visibly.
The geth raised its free arm, and Maricus rolled to cover. A blur of blue light with electrical arcs dancing within rushed past him as he hid behind a support strut, and he wondered what kind of weapon he had just evaded. Keeping low, he rushed towards the next strut, his shield taking multiple hits from the geth's weapon as he moved. His blade was dulled somewhat from the effort of freeing Naetilia and Lysander, but he expected it could still punch through the damaged plate and destroy whatever was behind.
Fischer is damned lucky Lysander is the C.O. here. I'd shoot him for that stunt.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jul 12, 2015 6:50:43 GMT -6
The door blew open, and Joe saw Maelstrom come in with Maricus on his heels. Both launched attacks at the geth but were unable to put it down.
You fuckers are lucky I don’t have my armor on, he thought. You would’ve found me sitting on a pile scrap, smoking a cigar and asking, “What took you pussies so long?”
He saw the turian’s attack against one of the few physically shielded places on the juggernaut and guessed that was something vital to the synthetic beast and decided to follow the man’s lead.
He glanced down at the Typhoon and saw that several shots had struck it, but unlike the mission against the Collectors, this time the shots had struck it in several key areas. He could fix it, but not now.
He set it down and swung the Crusader around from where it was slung over his back.
“Okay son, time to earn your pay,” he said to it.
He looked over at his wounded arm, which also happened to be his dominant arm. The bullet had torn across the bicep, leaving a bloody groove across the flesh.
Never liked that tattoo anyway, he thought as he flexed his arm, testing its capabilities.
Pain tore through the arm, making his eyes water with the intensity of it.
*****
Nine-year-old Joe Fischer lay behind his rifle, an ancient piece used by militaries in the late 20th and early 21st centuries called the M16. It was large, heavy and cumbersome, and it was the device his father was making him use in order to learn how to shoot.
The target was a bright orange silhouette of a man, standing out in stark contrast from the woodland it was situated in. Even with that advantage, at a range of 300 meters, it was barely visible, and his father had told him he wanted an entire magazine—30 rounds—striking it. He had hit with all twenty-nine shots he had taken so far, and he was on the last one, trying to contain his excitement.
Keep the same sight picture, he thought. Squeeze the trigger, but don’t anticipate the shot, it should be a surprise every time. Inhale, exhale, then shoot.
The ancient weapon roared and bucked in his grasp, as if it was angry to be held by this child and desperately wanted to run free.
“Center mass, good shit,” his father said, examining the silhouette with a pair of binoculars.
“Thank you, sir,” he said, pride racing through him as he cleared the weapon, ensuring it was completely safe: drop the magazine, turn the selector switch to SAFE, lock the bolt to the rear.
His father stepped over and checked the weapon, inspecting the firing chamber for any rounds in it and found none, nodding in approval.
“Now switch,” the man said.
Joe looked back, confused. “Sir?”
“Switch hands,” his father said. “There may come a time when you’re in a firefight and you get your dominant arm blown off. Or maybe broken. Or maybe you took a shot to the stomach and you’re holding your guts in, but you have to continue to engage the enemy. You need to be able to fire as good with your bad hand as you do with your good one. You tracking me, Marine?”
“Yes sir.”
*****
One of the few good things you taught me, old man, he thought as he cradled the shotgun with his unwounded arm and aimed at the same place the turian had.
Get a good steady position, his father’s words echoed through his memory. Get a good sight picture. Breathe, always fire after a complete inhale or exhale. Squeeze the trigger, don’t pull it, it should be a surprise every time.
The shotgun roared four times as he expended the heat sink. The geth was still up, but a glowing blue ball was now exposed for the world to see.
“THE HEART!” he shouted as he swapped out the old heat sink for a new one. “TARGET THE GODDAMN HEART!”
Whether it heard him, whether it was angry at being damaged by an organic, or maybe it was just reacting to the newest threat, it pulled out a small spherical device and threw it at him.
“GRENADE!” he yelled, desperately trying to roll out of the anticipated blast radius.
He didn’t hear the grenade go off, but suddenly the world spun crazily around him.
I don’t know but I’ve been told, Eskimo pussy is mighty cold…
That’s a hell of a last thought.
[AUTHOR NOTE: Joe was hit by a frag grenade and knocked out, not killed. ]
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