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Post by spartan560 on Oct 18, 2017 1:26:20 GMT -6
Izahm gave Emily two clicks and then stealthily made his way to the frigate. His sword is held nearly flush to his arm but in perfect position for quick slashes. His right hand however now holds his Phalanx held low and to the side but in perfect position for him to snapshot a target. He too was les s interested in the pairs of guards and more intent on reaching the frigate. If only to provide backup to Emily as she had the explosives.
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Post by rulaan on Oct 18, 2017 1:57:52 GMT -6
Rula'an watched as first the Krogan entered the building with a truly frightening bellow his translation VI reverted to Council Standard. Then Joe the big man almost resplendent in his massive battlesuit, then Xan. Struck by a sudden thought he stows his Tempest and flicks off his heavy overload but keeps his combat drone primed. He ducks around the door then crouches low beginning to work furiously at his Omni-tool scanning every inch of the place he can see. 'I think I'll be more useful this way,' he thinks as he works, 'My Tempest is only marginally accurate at mid range and I'm more likely to hit my comrades than I am the enemy. Especially in these fairly close quarters.'
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Post by Ghorith Ghegranak on Oct 18, 2017 8:32:25 GMT -6
Ghorith followed in right behind Maelstrom, his shotgun at the ready as all four of his eyes scanned the interior for threats. The asari had said that a majority of the pirates were in the kitchen area, but not all of them.
He didn't have to look too long.
A pair of pirates--human, judging by their builds--rounded a corner, their guns raised to deal with the intruders.
He activated his biotic charge and a split second later one of them was on the floor.
The other one swung his rifle at the batarian, but he blocked it with a forearm while punching at the man's throat. The bladed gauntlet pierced the armor and the pirate instinctively dropped his weapon, placing his hands on the wound to stop the bleeding.
Ghorith swung around to the pirate's back, grabbing the chin with his left hand and the left shoulder with his right. He brought them together quickly, snapping the man's neck and killing him instantly.
Pulling up his shotgun, he made his way to the corner and peered around it to see if any more pirates were coming.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Oct 18, 2017 8:39:57 GMT -6
Joe surged past Thrak, the Crusader ready to deal with the krogan guarding the door.
As soon as he saw the unmistakable bulky form of the enemy, he opened up with the shotgun, firing it until its heat sink was expended and swapping in a new one, not even looking at his hands as he did it--the benefit of practicing it thousands of times until it became instinct.
He placed the Crusader back in its cinch and drew the Typhoon, which was loaded with disruptor ammo. Aside from the mystery human, the shotgun would not be needed against the remaining pirates in the science lab.
"Bon, disable missile launcher," he said.
For all of his talk of sacrificing the scientists, he was going to avoid it if at all possible.
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Post by Geneenh T'Loris on Oct 19, 2017 8:56:03 GMT -6
Geneenh frowned deeper as the scanners on her omnitool came up with nothing. Either the scanners couldn't find the cause of the power draw--statistically impossible, since she was constantly upgrading them with the latest innovations--or she was being actively blocked.
She deactivated it, drew her pistol and followed in behind Ghorith. While she had great faith in technology, it wasn't absolute; sometimes simpler means were needed--like her eyes.
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Post by Naetilia Bolanis on Oct 20, 2017 8:15:55 GMT -6
Naetilia frowned as she noticed the asari working once again on her omnitool.
Whatever it told her she clearly didn't like as she deactivated it, drew her weapon and proceeded deeper into the habitat.
She did not like the asari. While certainly good at her job, she was arrogant and secretive, two traits the turian disliked intensely.
What was she hiding?
She hoped it was nothing that would further endanger the team.
Her SMG drawn, she followed the other two aliens into the habitat before stopping to look back at Maelstrom, concerned. Normally he would take point, but for some reason he was holding back.
"Are you all right?" she asked the biotic.
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Post by Maelstrom on Oct 28, 2017 16:13:00 GMT -6
<GM Note>
What seemed it would be an ambush quickly turned out to be anything but. The mercenaries were all mobilizing, with armor and weapons activated as they did their best to find defensive positions. The teams quickly find themselves embroiled in an all-out firefight.
-Lysander is still captive, however he may take actions (consult with GM).
Team A- They may both gain access to the frigate which is taking off. No need to declare actions or check with the GM (so long as the method isn't blowing a hole in the side or something). If ending the turn in stealth, each may kill one enemy inside the frigate this turn- two if they're rending the turn decloaked and vulnerable.
Team B- The enemies are armed and ready for combat, but each player may still kill up to two (keeping in mind there are only 7) without declared action or GM permission, so long as a good fight is made of it. All players engaged in combat should at least take hits to shields.
Team C- Beginning at the northernmost building, they will begin breaching the structure. Each individual may kill up to two enemies without declared action or GM permission, so long as a good fight is made of it. All players engaged in combat should at least take hits to shields.
Known Enemy Locations-
Landing Pad- Two asari (adepts) and two turians (snipers), split in pairs.
Barracks (Eastern pair)- Northern building- elcor and human (sentinel) pair guarding door. Southern building- human (sentinel) and batarian (vangaurd) guarding door. UNKNOWN REMAINING UNIT- Known- A krogan and three others- one human. Unknown- Raloi.
Science Building- Entry area- heavily-armed krogan. Lab- two salarians, two humans, a volus, and an asari. Back entrance- heavily-armored human of unknown skillset and weaponry.
Unknown Enemy Locations-
Barracks (Team C's)- Scattered throughout, the team may encounter two krogan, two turians, two batarians, a salarian, and three vorcha.
All enemies not otherwise stated are high-end mook (able to be killed without declared action but still powerful).
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Post by Maelstrom on Oct 28, 2017 16:30:01 GMT -6
{On the Xiphos}
"Shit!" Torrez exclaims, banking hard to port and only narrowly missing a Thanix cannon blast. It had been a series of unfortunate events that allowed their target to open fire on their position. The Xiphos had been staying close to the satellite, as it underwent a much needed heat-purge of the stealth systems, only for the cruiser to drop out of FTL almost exactly on top of its position. Its heat signature given away, the other pilot had managed to get a visual on them and had been in pursuit ever since. Thankfully, the Xiphos handled like a dream.
"Rayel!" Torrez shouted over the comms, "Can we get back into stealth yet?"
"Doran, how are you coming with that purge?" the quarian called.
"Almost..." the salarian called. "Never lubricate these things properly... always requires excessive use of... Ughn!"
"Doran got it, Torrez! Good to enter stealth in T minus twelve!" Rayel called.
An image from an old sci-fi flick one of his old girlfriends made him watch flashed through his head... accompanied by a vision of the night's later entertainment. Quickly, he hit the ventral thrusters, turning the vessel about 170 degrees so quickly that the hull groaned in protest.
"Keelah, Torrez!" Rayel called, "Stealth isn't going to do us any good if you tear her apart for them!"
Torrez only smiled as he watched the chonometer counting down to stealth being able to activate. The enemy cruiser was growing in the viewport, but it was also slipping ever-so-slowly over the inverted-Xiphos' dorsal side. Just as he cleared the vessel's front viewport, the heat-sinks started operating again, and he veered away at a 70 degree angle, also pitching the ship up and rolling her, taking her into what was sure to be a blind spot on the other ship. At the speeds the Xiphos could reach, they would be out of visual range any moment.
Then the Xiphos would have the advantage, able to slip up on their enemy unseen and deploy her disruptor torpedoes. A quick kill.
And then the other ship dropped off sensors too.
"Ahh, shit!" Torrez called, realizing that the other vessel also had a stealth drive.
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Post by Maelstrom on Oct 28, 2017 17:47:21 GMT -6
Maelstrom was shocked when a talon shot out of the door of the first room he was intending to clear, pulling him inside with enough speed and force to throw him off his feet. He hit the floor and let himself roll, coming back to his feet and still holding his gun. The turian who had caught him had obviously been expecting an attack and been prepared. Maelstrom fired off several rounds with his SMG.
And the man was quick.
The turian had passed within the effective range of Maelstrom's SMG before his shields dropped, and Maelstrom barely had time to dodge to the side, as the orange blaze of an omni-blade flared to life. A sharp knee to the midsection was the turian's reward for his effort, followed by a biotically-charged elbow to the face, which reduced the right side of his head to a bloodied and cracked ruin of its former self. The man must have been artificially-enhanced, though, as he came back at Maelstrom again. The biotic in black's attacks had given him just enough time, though.
The SMG pressed against the man's forehead, and Maelstrom pulled the trigger.
"Well, I guess we're expected," he said to the rest of the team. Switching out his thermal clips as he headed into the hall, he said, "Let's not keep them waiting."
He was surprised with the skills of the rest of the team, as he made his way through the base. They handled each pirate they crossed handily, though their foes were some of the most dangerous combatants Maelstrom had ever faced.
When they were right next to the kitchen, Maelstrom held up a hand to the team, then counted down on his fingers. He rounded the corner first, grenade in-hand. It took him only a minute to assess the location of the greatest grouping of foes, and he launched the grenade at them. It exploded with every bit of force he expected, but it only managed to end one of the vorcha, the rest rolling away and into cover.
Maelstrom himself rolled to a nearby metal cabinet, taking several good hits to his shields, digging in for a good firefight.
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Post by XanDorak on Oct 28, 2017 17:53:03 GMT -6
Xan grumbled consistently, as he followed the quarian, unleashing a rain of bullets on any enemy foolish enough to come into sight, but from his rear position, he did not get any killing shots. He growled, though his the receivers on his suit's helmet did not pick up the sound well. The volus hated being a bodyguard.
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Post by Urdnot Thrak on Oct 28, 2017 18:05:11 GMT -6
Thrak was surprised when Jokes downed the krogan before he could get in range, but he did not let that slow him, instead using the human's momentary stillness to take the lead himself. He recalled the layout of the science building and made his way straight to the labs. Weaving his way through the corridors, he found no pirates. Only once in the lab did he find more targets.
The room was round, with a number of artifacts sitting on large computer consoles with scanners. He could tell the scientists from the pirates at a glance. Thrak was unsure if he was pleased or disappointed to find the pirates smartly dispersed throughout the room, distant enough from each other to prevent any coordinated attack from their captives from incapacitating them.
As a red haze began to settle into his vision, he charged his biotic hammer and swung for the skull of the human man nearest to him. Shot after shot impacted against his shields, and he brought up a barrier. With a great heave, he hurled the hammer through the air, throwing it hard enough that it passed through the chest of the human across the room. The hammer's head lodged in the wall, as the human hung on the protruding handle as if a decoration on a wall hanger.
Rather than take cover, he activated his tech, shield too, charging into the middle of the room, where the hostages were taking cover.
"I am Urdnot!" he bellowed, keeping all eyes on him for a moment before finally taking cover near a console and giving his shields a chance to recharge by blocking the gunfire with his omni-shield.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Oct 29, 2017 7:56:42 GMT -6
Joe followed closely behind Thrak, scanning constantly for threats, but his caution was not needed as they reached the lab without incident.
Two humans were the first to fall to the krogan before being forced to take cover.
Several shots impacted his shields, forcing him into cover as well. He peeked out, taking in the placement of the remaining pirates--as well as several more shots--before ducking back.
Damn, a volus, he thought, spotting it as it sent several rounds streaking toward him.
While the small rotund aliens were of little threat in a physical confrontation, they excelled in gunfights because their size allowed them to stay behind cover much more easily.
Unless their opponent is using a shotgun equipped with a shredder mod and armor-piercing ammo.
He shouldered the Typhoon and drew the Crusader again, aiming through the counters he and his opponent were using for cover. He wasn't sure what material they were made of, but he doubted the builders had such a scenario in mind when they put it together.
He aimed perhaps two feet above floor level and fired until the heat sink was expended, moving left to right as he fired to ensure he hit the target.
"Bon, status of target," he said as he swapped out heat sinks.
"Target is down," the VI replied.
He felt a pang of regret, but only a small one. Those who engaged in such activities had to know that death often came for them sooner rather than later.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Oct 29, 2017 11:38:20 GMT -6
Zaicress waited with communicator in hand, his smirk slowly fading to indicate that Eric's time was growing short for a decision. Suddenly the pirate lord found his face covered in blood and spittle. He exhaled a tense stream through his nostrils and began to move.
"... hard ta talk... with all that blood in ma mouth..." Eric grinned.
Zacriess went still, eyes glaring.
"... even harder ta talk... with a broken jaw..."
Zaicress rubbed and cleared his face quickly. What point was his captive trying to get across apart from not having him struck again?
"We'll play this your way - now turn on the FUCKIN' comms...!"
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Post by spartan560 on Oct 29, 2017 16:27:30 GMT -6
Izahm sprinted quickly but silently enters the frigate just on take off by jumping into a side door. Once inside he holsters his Phalanx and resheathes his sword. He crouches low then makes his way deeper into the ship. Suddenly he hears voices coming towards him. 'Spirits,' he thinks, 'Gotta do this quick.' He tebses ready when two crew members walk around the corner.
"Hey man wasn't this the sude door that opened just before take off?" One asks. "Yeah but theres nothing here," the other replies, "I'm going back to the engineering deck. We're bout ready to go up to full power and this thing is tempermental at the best of times." "Fine, fine," the first one says, "I'm gonna poke around a bit longer." "Whatever," the second replies walking briskly back to wherever engineering was.
Izahm had waited silently and motionlessly in between two support struts as the two conversed. Once the other had left he started forward like a shimmering ghost. He slowly approaches the crewmember silently. His only warning was the slight displacement of the air from Izahms arm as it wraps around his neck cutting off any air for shouting or any sort of noise. He pulls up and back resting the weight on his support leg further cutting off the oxygen. With a lightning fast move he flicks his wrist deploying his hidden blade and plunges it into the individuals side slicing into the right lung and with a vicious twist breaks the two ribs he had slipped between. He holds the blade inside and after a few more moments the individual is dead. He slowly brings the blade out to prevent any blood leaking then once it is out he retracts the blade. Izahm then pulls the body into a nearby storeroom and hides it inside the room.
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Post by rulaan on Oct 29, 2017 16:33:46 GMT -6
Rula'an works at his Omni-tool but finding no connections he realizes very quickly he's being actively blocked. He stays low however a few steay rounds glance off his shields. Ignoring them as best he can Rula'an instead of trying to connect wirelessly begins scanning for a hardline connection in the walls and nearby floor trusting the humanoid tanks and volus warrior to kill any enemies that might come up.
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Post by EmilyMoore on Oct 29, 2017 20:15:37 GMT -6
Emily barely managed to leap into the open hatch behind Izahm, as the frigate took off. Her mind raced, as she tried to figure out how best to disable the ship. Her initial plan had been to affix the charges to the eezo core, but, onboard the ship, she knew neither she nor Izahm would survive that blast. Not hesitating, she started down a corridor towards engineering. The cramped cabin of the small ship had a couple men occupying it, managing the ship's systems. The room lacked proper bulkheads, the jeffries tubes left perpetually open. It let her slide into the bowels of the ship without being noticed.
It took her only a moment to reach her objective, the ship's primary plasma manifold. The explosion would be spectacular, but the ship would survive... at least if it survived the crash. She quickly brought out one of the charges, affixing it to manifold before scurrying as far away as she could. When the charge went off, the drive plasma would not be directed to the thrusters, instead igniting and ripping a horrendous wound in the small ship.
She was thinking about the best way to avoid notice when she, crawling, came face-to-face with a salarian engineer. Emily cursed that she had been lost in her own thoughts, not paying attention to her surroundings, and she was only saved by the fact that the man was carrying tools. Her frame was small enough that she managed to roll onto her back, leveling her weapon at the salarian and unloading the better part of a thermal clip into the amphibian.
The surprise left her breathing heavily for several seconds.
"Saelen?! Saelen?!" another individual called behind the dead salarian.
She quickly turned her back to the side of the crawlspace and kicked out a grate. She activated her cloak as the other voice's owner turned the corner with a weapon. Emily slipped through the opening, tumbling to the floor below, several shots streaking past her head. Her landing was graceless, as she found herself in a loaded cargo bay.
And then she pressed the detonator.
The vessel rocked violently, and one of the crates slipped from its place. She put up her hands, but it did not stop the heavy box's momentum. Or the dark from taking her.
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Post by Naetilia Bolanis on Oct 30, 2017 18:14:11 GMT -6
Maelstrom startled Naetilia as he surged past her into the living quarters, moving quickly to the kitchen area and engaging the pirates there.
A pair of vorcha, apparently unfazed by the loss of one of their kind, charged her, screeching battle cries.
Given the distance between them and the speed with which they were moving, she quickly intuited she could only take out one of them before engaging in hand-to-hand combat.
She charged her warp power and fired, taking out the one on the right.
The other one slammed into her before she could set her feet, the velocity of its charge knocking her to the floor.
It snarled at her as it lashed out with dual omniblades, draining her shields.
She wrapped her legs around its waist and raised her hips off the floor, jerking it back and thus keeping her chest and head out of attack range.
Its hands grabbed at her legs, trying to pry them apart.
She dropped her hips and snapped her legs back towards her chest, bringing it close to her. Thrown off balance, it instinctively reached out with its hands to catch itself, and then she struck.
She grabbed its upper right arm with her left hand and yanked while grabbing its right forearm with her right hand and thrusting up with her right hip, causing it to fall to its right and wheeling them around so that she was on top.
She activated her own omniblade and stabbed it several times in its head, then rolled off it into cover.
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Post by Geneenh T'Loris on Oct 30, 2017 20:06:13 GMT -6
The rest of the team moved deeper into the living quarters, eager to free the hostages while Geneenh trailed behind a few steps, still looking for the source of the power draw.
That explained on why the ambush almost killed her.
She heard the heavy plodding stops behind, footsteps that could only come from a krogan.
She turned just in time to receive the brunt of its charge, knocking her to the floor.
She rolled just in time to have her head being crushed by one of its stomping feet and scrambled to her feet only to take a powerful backhand to her midsection, and she felt her ribs cry in protest.
“I thought krogan only fought foes stronger than them,” she said, trying to keep the pain out of her voice.
“I get paid to kill, so I kill,” it said, then roared again in preparation for another charge.
It didn’t get the chance as she drew her pistol and fired three shots into its yawning crevasse of a mouth.
It laughed and said, “Maybe you should—“
Its head exploded.
“Oh Goddess,” she muttered as she wiped the gore off her.
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Post by Ghorith Ghegranak on Nov 2, 2017 9:18:43 GMT -6
As Ghorith peeked out from cover, he saw several of his own people among the pirates shooting at him and his team, and it saddened him.
The faith community among his people was not one single group. There were two major factions, divided over differing interpretations of the Pillars.
The Pillars spoke often of defeating one’s enemies as one of the surest ways to gain entry into the afterlife. The faction of which he belonged to took it to mean the enemies were internal: pride, cruelty, and greed, to name a few, while the other faction, many of whose members currently ran the Hegemony, took it literally and were thus constantly seeking new enemies to conquer.
It saddened him because such a view only isolated his people from the galactic community, and in his short time among it he had seen many things that could benefit his people if only they could stop seeing all other aliens as threats.
*****
None of that helped him in the fight, however. He simply waited for one of them to step from cover to shoot at his new comrades and then activated his lash.
It wrapped itself around his opponent and yanked, but the target instead dropped into a crouch he knew all too well.
Dodging a biotic charge was impossible. All one could do was resist it as best he could, but even still the impact was so powerful it sent him sprawling.
He rolled backward and came up with his shotgun, firing two shots at his opponent. Two shots were all it was capable of before expending its heat sink, but it was enough.
*****
His opponent’s time was coming to an end, but he managed to lift his head up, look at him and laugh weakly.
“Ghorith Gheg’ranak,” it said.
“Who are you?” he said. “How do you know me?”
It laughed again.
“Your family, they—“
“What about my family?” he said, picking up the dying man.
The dying man just laughed one more time and then his head lolled back.
“What about my family?” he asked, shaking the corpse, forgetting where he was. “Tell me about my family! TELL ME!”
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 10, 2017 9:54:12 GMT -6
Maelstrom was just about to pop back out of cover to re-engage the enemies when he saw his batarian comrade's unusual outburst. For half a second, he wondered who to call to the man's aid, before realizing he was the one- more-or-less- in command.
He thrust out a leg first, hitting the batarians with a weak push, just enough to send them sliding to cover.
Maelstrom was unsure what was affecting the man, but he had heard enough to have a plan. "Ghorith, you'll never see them again if you don't get your head back in the fight!"
He popped up to lay down some suppressing fire, before hunkering back down in cover and opening a closed channel to Naetilia. "Please, keep an eye on Ghorith. Alert me if action is needed."
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