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Post by XanDorak on Nov 10, 2017 10:15:42 GMT -6
Xan entered the room only to find both the krogan and hulking human in cover. His spirits brightened, as he found enemies still to be fought.
He took a deep breath. "Stay down!" he instructed the quarian. Taking another breath, he added, "I've got this."
He rushed around the side of the room as fast as his stubby legs would allow. Nearing the closest salarian, he checked his rifle and armor, finding all systems optimized. When he rounded the end of another console, the salarian was in view, an incinerate blast priming on his omni-tool, aimed at the krogan.
He activated the boosters in his boots, propelling him about almost two meters high. From that position, he opened up with his Revenant, showering the amphibian with a lethal rain.
He was surprised to find himself motionless momentarily, caught in a lift field. Rather than growing disoriented, the control jets in his suit allowed him to round to the pirate asari and down her with another rain of weapons fire.
As he crashed to the floor, he exhaled in relief, the asari's lift having left him exposed long enough that the remaining salarian had nearly depleted his shields.
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 11, 2017 1:08:30 GMT -6
<GM Note>
Team A- The frigate crashes to the ground in between the barracks and science building. The bridge crew is killed when vessel crashes to the ground, any all parties onboard will suffer at least a minor injury (requiring post-mission medical attention) (including NPCs).
Team B- The human in unique armor enters the room and immediately joins the fray. From housings in his heavy armor, he pulls out a pair of mass-effect enhanced maces (like miniature krogan war hammers). On one gauntlet is mounted a flamethrower. On the other, a heavy pistol is mounted into the gauntlet. He rushes straight towards Thrak with the benefit of high-powered burst thrusters built into the armor. With two swings, he shatters the krogan's omni-shield, the impact sending him flying halfway across the room. (Note that the remaining salarian can be killed without declaration. Any action taken against the human should be declared, as he counts as a mini-boss.)
Team C- The fight in the barracks continues until all enemies are downed.
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Post by Urdnot Thrak on Nov 11, 2017 12:55:32 GMT -6
Thrak rose to his feet, shields recharged, as a new warrior stepped onto the field, clad in armor heavier than most krogan wore. Grinning at the prospect of a unique challenge, Thrak charged his hammer and activated his omni-shield with a fresh charge.
He started toward the human, amused as the man drew two weapons that reminded him of miniaturized war hammers. Then the human surprised him. Jets or thrusters hidden in the man's armor propelled him forward with remarkable force and speed.
The man's first swing of a hammer staggered the krogan. The second strike shattered his omni-shield and sent him flying across the room.
Everything dimmed for a moment, as Thrak teetered on the edge of consciousness before his adrenals surged with the characteristic rush of blood rage. As he pushed himself up and picked up his hammer lying nearby, he was aware of deep bruises and fractures, though he felt no pain. Even then, his systems were regenerating.
Knowing he wasn't quick enough to meet his for with a hammer, he stowed it and drew his shotgun.
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Post by EmilyMoore on Nov 11, 2017 13:02:55 GMT -6
Emily moaned, as awareness slowly seeped back to her. By the odd angle everything was tilted at and the complete disarray around her, she knew the ship had crashed.
She tried to push herself up but yiped in pain, as her right ankle gave beneath her weight. She fought tears, as she ran a diagnostic. The suit indicated a fracture.
Cursing under her breath, she activated the medi-gel dispensers. She sighed in relief, as the pain eased. Knowing a wrecked ship was anything but a safe place, she tuned up the servo resistance in the ankle joint and adjusted the fit of the suit until it was uncomfortable on her leg, creating a crude makeshift splint that would let her get moving.
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Post by spartan560 on Nov 12, 2017 9:20:11 GMT -6
Izahm had been bracing against the wall between two frame support struts when the ship crashed. Now he wakes up almost on the ceiling and places his hands-shooting pain up his left arm scratches that to one hand-then pushes off to sit upright. He looks down and sees his left hand slightly off kilter. "Fuck," he breathes sharply setting his wrist properly then locking the gauntlet in place to prevent further damage. He spends a few extra seconds to find his Phalanx then clips it to his hip and gets up fully using the nearby support strut. Izahm then flicks on his armors lights twin beams appear at his shoulders as he moves through the crashed ship. "Emily you receiving me," he calls out on their encrypted tightbeam channel, "My HUD's cracked I can't locate you."
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Post by rulaan on Nov 12, 2017 10:09:31 GMT -6
Rula'an was puzzled at the power draw but left it be for now. He began searching through the floor plans and using his acquired access codes to find personnel directories.
He looks up when a loud noise followed by a large form goes flying past him. 'Thrak?' He thinks then notices the unknown person has joined. Hoping to help in some degree Rula'an launches his combat drone at the new combatant while returning to his Omni-tool.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Nov 14, 2017 8:45:19 GMT -6
Joe watched as the humanoid produced a pair of clubs and attacked his krogan comrade, shattering his omni-shield and sending him flying.
He marveled at the man's power, but tore his gaze away to survey the rest of the battle; a moment’s distraction could spell the difference between life and death, between victory and defeat.
There was only a salarian left, something the quarian and volus could handle.
“Xan, Rula’an, finish that guy off!” he yelled, pointing at the salarian and drawing the Typhoon. “Then get the scientists clear!”
He wondered if Thrak would be offended by his help but then pushed such a concern aside. The mission came first, everything else was a distant second.
He positioned himself so that neither he nor his comrade was in each other’s line of fire, then opened up with the machine gun.
Let’s see how you handle two of us…
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Post by Naetilia Bolanis on Nov 14, 2017 8:51:21 GMT -6
Naetilia stared at the batarian as he yelled at the man he had just killed. Maelstrom noticed as well and used his biotics to push them out of the line of fire and instructed her to check on Ghorith.
She for one was a bit surprised at the batarian’s actions. Obviously, his family was a matter of great concern to him—something she could relate to—but now she needed to get him back into the fight.
A quick scan showed he was not hurt—at least physically—but now she focused on his mind.
“GHORITH!” she yelled. “Do you know where you are?!”
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Post by Geneenh T'Loris on Nov 14, 2017 9:00:57 GMT -6
Geneenh rolled her eyes as she watched the batarian lose his mind.
“Great,” she muttered. “Another person whose weight I’m going to have to carry.”
She surveyed the battle. She saw one batarian, one krogan, one salarian and one turian.
She set her sights on the salarian. She had never liked the race, lording their intelligence and quick thinking over the rest of the galaxy.
Time to knock them down a peg, as humans like to say, she thought as she aimed her pistol and fired.
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Post by Ghorith Ghegranak on Nov 14, 2017 9:04:07 GMT -6
The biotic shove snapped Ghorith back to his senses. He saw he had been pushed back under cover and he felt no pain, so it must have come from one of his comrades.
Shame washed over him. He had let the other man’s words distract him and if not for the grace of the gods he would be beginning a new life.
“GHORITH! DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?!”
He looked over at the turian and nodded, then focused back on the battle: one each of batarian, krogan, salarian and turian.
He activated his biotic charge, targeting the krogan.
*****
A split second later, the krogan was staggering back but still on its feet.
It smiled at him as it made its charge—a non-biotic one, but still painful enough in its own right should the krogan hit him.
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Post by rulaan on Nov 14, 2017 10:22:21 GMT -6
Rula'an pauses once more as Joe's shout directs his attention but he watches in somewhat amused fascination at Xan's use of thrusters and superior positioning to take out the Salarian. The Volus warrior however had stayed up too long though not of his own volition. Rula'an then stands up and with a quick flick of his fingers primes then fires his incineration blast hitting his mark followed quickly by his Predator which he proceeds to unload a quarter of the clip into the Salarian for good measure. He then crouches back down and resumes his perusal of the personnel directory looking for anymore irregular forces like the human they were fighting while also bringing up the floor plans for the safest route out of the building. That power draw deeply concerned him but with all of his scanning being actively blocked short of ripping open the power junctions or taking over the control center there was nothing he could do.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Nov 14, 2017 20:11:25 GMT -6
"A wise decision," commented Zaicress as he depressed the switch on the communicator, tilting it slightly towards Eric to show that it was ready to broadcast.
The captured N7 still had eyes on his nemesis as he spoke up. "Mal... Joe... do you copy...?"
Meanwhile Zaicress raised his free hand to his ear piece.
"Attention all clan: cease fire and hold position. Our opponents' commander is calling a retreat. Allow them to withdraw. We will tend our dead afterwards."
Eric remembered the Alliance patrol ship from years ago, engulfed in flames. Exploding as Zacriess' forces pressed their attack to escape an ambush by ships under Eric's command. Lives lost due to Eric's pride and stubbornness. A harsh lesson learned. He vowed to take great lengths to spare others from a similar fate. Even if that meant exchanging his life for theirs.
"Maelstrom... Joseph... respond..."
[Insert replies/comments by Maelstrom and/or Joseph]
"... abort the mission... bug outta there... that's an order...!"
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 15, 2017 0:25:36 GMT -6
Maelstrom popped up from cover just in time to see Ghorith charge into the fray again. Taking aim, he unloaded his thermal clip into the turian pirate, dropping him in quick order and returning to cover. Between the salarian just taken down by Geneenh and the krogan engaged with Ghorith, that left only one batarian pirate remaining in their area. Maelstrom peaked out from cover, only to see that the batarian had forfeited his own position in order to help his krogan comrade.
Maelstrom did a forward flip over his cover, bringing his right heal down in a powerful kick that he empowered with biotics. Even from across the room, he could hear the sickly snap of the batarian's neck. Landing in a negativa, Maelstrom brought his SMG to bare again, sighting down the krogan but finding Ghorith to close to risk a shot.
"Maelstrom... Joseph... respond..." came the call over his comms, staggering him for a moment. Maelstrom quickly found the nearest cover and took to it.
"Maelstrom here," he called back, heartened to hear his friend. "What's your situation?"
"... abort the mission... bug outta there... that's an order...!"
He blinked in confusion. "We have the upper hand. Barracks one is nearly secure. The battle is proceeding as planned. Please, confirm."
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Post by EmilyMoore on Nov 15, 2017 5:06:55 GMT -6
Barely restraining the litany of curses that threatened to cross her lips and render her activated cloak pointless, she leaned against the bulkhead, a couple meters from the nearest exit hatch. She checked in both directions before allowing the device to disengage and undergo its cooldown. It did not seem to serve much point in the ship at that point anyway. So far, she had not spotted another survivor.
Then Izahm's voice came through her comms. "I'm by the access port. The one we used to get in. I'll wait here for you for the moment, but you'd better hurry."
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Post by XanDorak on Nov 15, 2017 5:16:07 GMT -6
Xan heard the orders and reacted. His jets were nearing their limit, after which a cooldown would be required as they repressuruzed, but there was just enough juice left in them for him to quickly reposition between the new for and the cowering scientists, unloading his magazine all the while. The weapon expended its thermal clip, and Xan quickly and simultaneously switched out his thermal clip and activated a hex shield with his suits vocal interface.
"Karis, get over here!" Xan called. He then repositioned again, taking to a nearby console for cover, as it provided a better line on their for without putting Fischer or Thrak in the line of fire.
Again, the Revenant rang out.
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Post by Urdnot Thrak on Nov 15, 2017 5:30:38 GMT -6
Urdnot Thrak was forced to begrudgingly give credit to the little volus with the big attitude. He handled his weapon more competently than any member of the race Thrak had before fought beside, and he had a mind for battlefield positioning and tactics that shamed many of the krogan whelps he had fought beside in the past. This was shaping up to be a good fight.
He charged forward, emptying his Raider at the human. Grabbing the chair from one of the nearby consoles, he hurled it at the human with all his might, before sliding into cover behind the computer. He quickly changed his thermal clip.
And then he heard Stick's message. It gave him pause for a moment. Stick was the group's battlemaster, but he was also clearly compromised. In such circumstances, command fell to the team leads still in active combat. As he waited on their ruling, he popped back up and emptied the shotgun at his opponent again.
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Post by rulaan on Nov 15, 2017 6:39:14 GMT -6
Rula'an sighs but quickly glances around and seeing a slight lull in gunfire does a diving roll ending up close by the Volus. "Yes what is it Xan?" He asks simultaneously checking over his Omni-tool and reloading his Predator. "I am trying to solve not only a major concern but also trying to find the quickest way to the servers," he says matter of factly but waits for the Volus to say why he called him over.
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Post by spartan560 on Nov 15, 2017 6:45:34 GMT -6
Izahm heard the response and instantly turned off his lights in addition to activating his cloak while his right arm is held loose ready to quickdraw his Phalanx or his armblade. "On ny way now should be there just about," he pauses seeing her lithe figure crouched by the door, "Now. Where to from here? We've been had so stealth isn't paramount anymore but none of the enemy know why their ship blew up so we still have the element of surprise. We could press on with our prearranged objectives or make our own revisions."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Nov 15, 2017 8:16:45 GMT -6
Maelstrom responded first. "We have the upper hand. Barracks one is nearly secure. The battle is proceeding as planned. Please, confirm."
"This is not a joke, Mal," Eric stressed. "Pull our guys out... I don't want anyone else caught up in this... please..."
[Insert response by Maelstrom and/or anyone else listening in.]
Zaicress spoke into the communicator next.
"Your commander is being most sincere... Maelstrom," the pirate lord smirked at the name. "Obey and retreat. Calm the waters - my men will not assail or pursue you further if you do. You have my word."
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 15, 2017 13:13:08 GMT -6
<GM NOTE>
With the request of Lysander to abort the mission, the team finds itself faced with one of its hardest decisions yet. Abort the mission, placing their faith in the word of a ruthless captain and failing the powerful and elusive Shadow Broker, or push forward, risking the life of a comrade and possibly their own lives against a force with superior numbers.
In the barracks, all the enemies in the immediate are of Team C have been eliminated, save for the krogan Ghorith is fighting (which can be killed by any character this round). No immediate threats are present. (Note that there is a tech action available if pursued.)
In the science building, only the human clad in custom armor stands between Team B and their objective. For a bulky opponent, he moves with remarkable speed, dodging side to side with the assistance of his jets as he makes his way implacably towards Fischer. His mobility causes a good number of the shots to miss, but under the team's combined assault, his shields have slowly dwindled down. He alternates swinging again and again for Fischer with his hammers, Fischer only having a slight edge in reaction time due to his suit's lower mass, and suppressing all members of Team B targeting him with his flamethrower and heavy pistol-gauntlet. (Note that all characters should take at least some damage this turn. Attacks against the pirate should be declared, but players may describe their experiences dodging/defending the pirate's attacks without GM approval, so long as Fischer remains the man's main focus. Note that any aggressive strategies for taking him down should be consulted with the GM.)
Meanwhile, Team A escapes the burning frigate and must now choose their next objective or whether to lay down arms.
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