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Post by Maelstrom on Feb 26, 2014 9:45:53 GMT -6
Maelstrom rounded the corner only to quickly reverse direction and take cover behind one of the large slabs of ancient metal. There were three Collectors all firing on Resindra's possition, effectively pinning her. Even her stealth would not be able to help her, as they were very cleverly being sure to keep both sides and the top of her cover under constant fire. Simply, there was no way out of it where projectiles weren't flying.
Thankfully, he arrived at their left flank, and due to the absence of sound, his approach had gone unnoticed by them. Turning out of cover, he quickly threw a lift field above the three Collectors, pulling them into mid-air. He quickly brought his SMG about and pulled the trigger. The weapon quickly wound itself up to full speed, and he kept it focused on the nearest of the foes, though a couple stray rounds impacted the others. By the time he was sure his target was dead, one of the others regained its senses enough to take aim and fire it's weapon at him, the other managing to adjust its aim and continue suppressing fire on Resindra.
As he spun back into cover, his shields took a couple hits, but not enough to bring them down. He waited patiently for them to recharge. He again noticed the batarian who had been following him. Nodding back the direction of the Collectors, he said, "Still a couple out there, if you're looking for a kill."
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Post by grandest on Feb 26, 2014 11:22:37 GMT -6
Taking a small moment to let his shields recharge, Cruendi'has glanced over his shoulder with his top set of eyes at the battle erupting at the outpost. Out-positioned and outgunned, the Collectors dropped like flies. The Batarian guffawed at the comparison. Quickly, he caught up with the other two mercs just in time to witness Maelstrom lift a trio of Collectors into the air and unload on the nearest of them. They fell back down and fired on both Maelstom and Raesindra. Cruendi'has rushed near to Maelstrom who motioned the remaining units. "Still a couple out there, if you're looking for a kill." The merc with the menacing smile relayed. Looking at the pair of Collectors and Raesindra still in cover, Cruendi'has unclipped one very special grenade from his belt. "I think we can murder two crows with one stone," he said, somewhat flubbing the human idiom. "Raesindra!" He shouted over the team comm. "Catch!" He primed the grenade, stood up, and lobbed it at the two behind their cover. He took a few hits from the one firing at Maelstrom's position, but it was negligible. The grenade went off and a biotic force pushed the pair up from the ground. It was almost comical, their helplessness, as Cruendi'has fired at the nearest one.
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Post by Iregos on Feb 26, 2014 13:16:30 GMT -6
She was ready to go into stealth and accept an indirect hit by suppressing fire, when Maelstrom intervened, sending a few conveniently placed Collectors into the air.
While those three were floating listlessly, trying to fly their way to the ground, she set up a drone to delay the other two that were approaching, corralling them with invisible shocks into hiding. She took that moment to reposition, while throwing out her hand, striking the last of the Collectors with a warp field that combined with the force of the lift to create a small, dramatic explosion. She took cover from another position, and prepared to finish off the last two. Her shields had taken a couple hits from the Collectors charging out of their base.
"Next time, pick off a few while I'm scouting," she said with a professional tone, and a little relief at being out of the line of fire.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Feb 26, 2014 16:27:37 GMT -6
"Someain watch th' reit flenk thaur tryin' tae gie aroond us."
Eric had the remaining four Collectors in his sights, the turrent breach finally loaded.
"Brace yourself, Murdach - this one's comin in a little close!"
The turret fired again. The enemy soldiers vanished behind another black plume. Eric could see the shimmering and dirsruption of the mech's kinectic barriers taking light flak damage. Moments later the barriers twinkled again in a more pronounced fashion.
It was being peppered by grenades and small arms fire.
Eric pivoted the turret sights back to the command post; ten more Collector soldiers were trying to clear Murdach from their path. Another shell loaded, Eric took careful aim but was only able to catch three in the latest burst. The rest quickly closed on Murdach's position.
"River! Whoever's back there listening, I need help now!" Eric shouted over the coms. "Seven marks are swarming Murdach's position and I can't shoot without nailing him, too!"
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Post by dargene on Feb 26, 2014 19:13:38 GMT -6
As the collectors came spewing out Meldom switched to his sniper and kneeling down for stability, launching a shot at the collectors with his sniper from far away Meldom saw he managed to clip the collectors shoulder, it did not seem to affect it much, but it was wounded, it turned towards him and launched a few shots draining his shield, a electric charge erupted as his shields depleted, While this happened Meldom managed to line up another shot taking out the wounded collector.
"River! Whoever's back there listening, I need help now!" Eric shouted over the coms. "Seven marks are swarming Murdach's position and I can't shoot without nailing him, too!"
Meldom lowered his rifle while speaking "should be able to support!" he yells to the mic under the gunfire, engaging his cloak for a few seconds to stop gunfire from hitting him, he ran backwards away from the main firefight to prevent himself being a huge target, after a few meters he snapped his rifle down to produce the bi-pod and laid down to steady himself observing the collectors.
Shifting his weight around he looked through the scope at the collectors near the Mech "Positioned to assist" he looked through his scope, the low gravity of the moon did help but it threw his sniper auto calculations off, not that he needed it but with the full helmet that he had on he would have liked a double check on his calculations but there was no time, he aimed for a collectors head held the rifle steady and was about to slowly squeeze the trigger then he froze motionless, his eyes went glassy almost like a trance and he slowly fell back into his mind and started to have a vision.
Blue skies leered above him, he still wore his Armour and helmet from the battlefield before he was on the roof of a tall building, he wondered how he even got up here as there was no visible way while everything looked correct something was off, as he turned around he saw The Salarian Dalatrass "Meldom" she smiled "I have been waiting.." Meldoms eyes narrowed This is not right.. he thought to himself "Relax Meldom.. you safe, a familiar place to rest." This can't be.. i was fighting The dalatrass continued talking "The entire mission was doomed to fail, especially when you killed them all"
remember to count your shots down Meldom he heard in a whisper.
"Three"
Meldom stood back in shock "I.. I did not.." he started to speak but was interrupted "Of course you did Meldom, Don't you remember, the weight of death is heavy on you, and it should be" the skies suddenly changed from clear to dotted with small objects once he saw he realized where he was "This planet is dead.." he said angrily"It was not my decision!" the Dalatrass just smiled "Of course it was You could have let the information leak, sure it was destroy salarian reputation, reveal the nature of STG but was the cost worth it" Meldom started to panic as the objects got closer to him from the sky, he pulled his gun and pointed at the Fake dalatrass "I know you are not real.. what are you!" he yelled at the Laughing Dalatrass before she just vanished.
He suddenly remembered what one of his friends said who gave him the information on the collectors "Studies are limited as you can imagine, dissection can only take us so far, the implants they have far succeed our own, each genetic marker has some trace of tampering also, almost like they were designed, also the brain is different, collectors seem to be simple creatures but the way the brain processes information.. i think they are just puppets being controlled, maybe through the implants.. Meldom if you are going after these things.. be careful, who knows what tricks they have, remember to count your shots.."
"Two"
Trick.. that's all it is.. a simple mind game, nerve gas?, psychiatric horror.. maybe something in their blood that got on his Armour he would have to test himself once he got back to the ship
"One"
At once he was ripped from the Vision like a knife had been stabbed into him and it woke him up he just had enough time to stop himself as he realized that his Rifle was now trained at River his finger left the trigger but still hovered over it for a brief moment before switching back to the collectors near the mech, "No time to think" he said as he fired his sniper round after round at the collectors, he saw one shot get lucky and go through one of their heads, the others either collided with the ground or just wounded the collectors as he reloaded he calmed himself for the next volley he would do.
What the hell just happened to me he thought to himself.
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Post by Kai Silverhand on Feb 26, 2014 20:14:28 GMT -6
While she's not danger-close... Kai does feel a few thrills of fear as the collectors are torn into. The Asari taps three buttons on her omni-tool, modifying the rounds now playing in that cinema she calls a shotgun. She peeks out every now and again, diving back down every moment that another salvo is sent downrange. Her game is effectively just wait and see, popping up and down as she waits for a moment to be effective as a vanguard.
"River! Whoever's back there listening, I need help now!" Eric shouted over the coms. "Seven marks are swarming Murdach's position and I can't shoot without nailing him, too!"
Kai can feel her moment coming. She clicks once to affirm the order, not wasting the time to state anything. Instead, she quickly shifts her facing so that her left side is leading... and then that familiar ghostly energy wreathes the Asari. The obvious telltale of Biotics. The girl pushes off with her right leg, utilizing the hydraulics within to give herself a burst of speed, just before unleashing her biotic charge. At which point she's a blue streak across the battlefield passing towards the coming conflict at the speed of thought. With a familiar high risk fighting style, she slams shoulder-first into the first Collector and sends it sailing back along the line. The next, however, is the proud recipient of a face full of explosive bomblets delivered by her Asari built Shotgun. She continues brandishing the shotty like a pistol, metal half making up for missing pieces equitably. After launching two extra salvos, she dives behind cover... shields getting mildly torn up by the assault... but that's where Vanguards live.
It's a danger of the job.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 20:19:03 GMT -6
They swarmed like bugs being smoked out of their home, panicked shooting and explosions filling the air around the entrance to the outpost. The Collectors quickly collected themselves and focused their force on the giant mech in the middle of the battlefield.
"River! Whoever's back there listening, I need help now! Seven marks are swarming Murdach's position and I can't shoot without nailing him, too!" Iskra winced as they screamed at each other on the mike, the lack of sound carriage not stopping what must have been habit for so many of these mercs.
Taking in a slow breath, the sniper calmed her heart, focusing her sights on a Collector trying to flank the large machine. She found herself missing the soft clicks of the sight as it focused on the enemies head, the pull of the trigger as her finger began to tighten, acting as the only conscious pleading with her to stop.
She released her held breath, the powerful rifle kicking back as it fired, the normal boom of sound lost to space. The Collector’s head exploded and the body fell to the feet of the mech. The Collector next to him sharing the same fate not seconds later.
The last round chambered but missed it’s mark buy a few inches, the bullet lodging itself deep into the alien’s shoulder. Iskra cursed under her breath as she popped the heat sink out.
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Post by Maelstrom on Feb 26, 2014 22:58:54 GMT -6
"Next time, pick off a few while I'm scouting," the asari said, rather than expressing any thanks.
Gritting his teeth, he popped out just long enough to lay down some suppressing fire to give the asari more time to get out of the way. He was glad for Cruendi'has' presence. For a batarian, he was working together remarkably well and without any complaint.
"Maybe next time don't get your ass into more trouble than you can handle," Maelstrom shot back, exercising considerable restraint.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Feb 26, 2014 23:12:45 GMT -6
Esteban's helmet's readouts were flashing red and gold, warning him of eminent danger. His external sensors were warning him of movement from within the Outpost. He wished they had cameras inside of there so he could figure out what was going on. He instinctively took a step back, pulling his customized M-5 Phalanx from its side holster. Esteban did a quick check over his weapon, making sure it was powered up and ready to fire. It felt like part of his arm. He knew this pistol, down to the smallest part. He built it himself from refurbished parts.
The Engineer in him would only let him kill with a weapon he built himself. It made it all far more personal, as it should be.
"River! Whoever's back there listening, I need help now! Seven marks are swarming Murdach's position and I can't shoot without nailing him, too!"
"Data, give me a tactical readout," Esteban ordered his VI, holding his pistol at the ready. He took a deep breath, readying himself as a stream of data passed across his helmet's readout. "Isolate. Factor out recognized allied omnitools. Highlight all potential enemies."
He spun, taking a knee as the area around him shimmered with light. He knew his shield was tagged by enemy fire. Readouts show the shields were at 84% power. He smiled, aiming the barrel between the eyes of one of the Collectors... pulling the trigger.
He watched with some satisfaction as the back of the Collector's head exploded outward, it's brain spraying out as it falls dead.
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Post by River Havens on Feb 27, 2014 16:16:48 GMT -6
"I hear you, I hear you! Just hang on! I'm on my way back!"
'Fuck...I'm such a fucking idiot!' River silently cursed herself as she cleared a path for herself as she raced back towards Eric. She had made her way towards the group to help them hold off the onslaught of Collectors. Her twin swords were completely caked with Collector goo as was her armor. When she heard Eric's rally for help, she instinctively turned tail to help. Still, she underestimated how fast Collectors could regroup themselves and soon found herself swarmed.
It was nightmarish. She could hear everyone shouting for help through the comms. River tried to keep herself focused, to not lose herself in the heat of battle. Uncle Benny called it her 'battle sleep', but she thought of more as something she inherited from Cerberus.
Stumbling out in the open, she could see Eric struggling the keep the Collectors at bay. She put her swords away for the moment and took out her Talon, rushing forward as she started taking head-shots as she ran. The exploding barrel she had put on certainly was making short work of them as guts and brain matter showered all over her shields. The shields weren't going to last much longer at this rate as they were starting to short out. River paid it no mind and made her way as fast as she could to Eric.
Just then, she felt something hot and painful jump up and bite her in her back. River reacted, turning around and blasting the Collector who shot her right the face. With the medi-gel dispensing itself over the wound, River picked off the last two Collectors and nearly came crushing into Eric.
"Sorry about that. Traffic jam."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Feb 27, 2014 16:50:05 GMT -6
Eric watched helplessly from inside the turret as the seven Collectors surrounded Thor, wearing down its barriers. Two used grenades while the rest aimed their rifles. His finger tensed above the trigger. Mjolnir. Zeus's thunderbolt. All their fabled powers at his command and to use them now would cost the life of a comrade.
Would anybody respond in time?
The veteran began to curse his impotence. And then...
"Should be able to support...! Positioned to assist." One Collector grenadier's head burst open. The others twitched and jerked from a volley of sniper fire. Injured, still dangerous, but no longer concentrating on the mech.
Meldom was heard to exhale "No time to think." Eric was unsure if the salarian was noting the enemy's reaction or his own state of mind. It did not matter; he was first to answer the call.
Then a brilliant blue flash of light streaked into Eric's targeting display. Not a discharge from the turret; a biotic's charge. But Resindra was inside the ruins with Malestrom and Cruendi'has...
Kai Silverhand.
The warrior fusion of organic and inorganic plowed into the remaining grenadier, throwing it back and over the Collector firing squad. Finishing Murdach was now the furthest from their minds as they contended with the whirling blue dervish that was thinning their numbers more. Her shielding absorbed multiple hits. Kai dove behind a nearby boulder to recharge her barriers. Now the enemy was fixated on her.
More sniper fire. This volley more precise than the last. No words from the shooter as one Collector then another fell in quick succession. The third was clipped in the shoulder. Eric thought he could hear a slight huff as that shot came off wrong, a different pitch than that of Meldom.
Iskra, the team scientist?
"I hear you, I hear you! Just hang on! I'm on my way back!"
River ran towards the fray as fast as she could, passing by the command post entrance which had dispensed a couple of additional soldiers to scout and assist. Two had no time to relay their findings as they succumbed to the young mercenary's twin swords moving swiftly by. Eric watched in amazement as two more Collectors ahead were dispatched by clean headshots from her Talon, organic mist showering her armor.
Eric could not help but muse to himself my God, a River runs through 'em!
But she could not run fast enough to avoid a hit to her shoulder. Another enemy soldier fired from behind her just inside the entrance. In one continuous motion she whirled about and nailed her assailant dead in the face.
"Ouch! No fixin' ugly! Better late than never, eh?" Eric commented aloud to River.
River acknowledged, continuing on to Murdach's location with "Sorry about that. Traffic jam."
The last remaining Collector, injured by Iskra, brandished its rifle with its good arm and sought out Kai Silverhand's blood.
"Data, give me a tactical readout… isolate. Factor out recognized allied omnitools. Highlight all potential enemies."
Three seconds later Kai was safe, watching the last Collector in the wave fall dead just in front of her.
Esteban Bridges. Mr. B.
Eric’s “fearless leader's” one shot from distance marking the end of the attack. River looked upwards into Thor's cockpit to account for its pilot as she slowed. Eric steadied himself as he wheezed and shook, struck by how the participants came together in that frenzied moment, all personal demons and burdens put aside, and saved a fellow teammate from certain death.
Eric my man… you got a team out there!
Calming down, Eric swung the turret to aim squarely at the entrance to the command post. “… excellent teamwork, guys…! Thanks… Kai: stay put for a moment. River: stay with her. And how's Murdach lookin'? Murdach...? You still with us, buddy?”
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Post by Game Master on Feb 28, 2014 0:27:05 GMT -6
[GM Post: Round 3] **** Important note about the map**** - The Collector Outpost is approximately a half-mile away from the dig site. The map that was created uses the same dimensions as from the first Mass Effect game!!!
Collector Outpost: 10 Collectors at Outpost. 10 Mooks. These Collectors did not emerge from the structure yet. These Collectors have their shields up and are combat ready. Please remember, you cannot kill more than one a round. Especially now. They may be mooks, and they will die, but they will damage your shields/armor with rifle fire before they drop.
Dig Site: 2 Collectors at dig site. 1 Mooks. 1 Miniboss (still not seen). The dig site is a fairly complex area, the solid drab metallic outcroppings providing the perfect cover for a firefight. Whatever the metal is, it is resisting all initial scans from your omnitool. The remaining Collectors are fighting back. Your character can kill one mook per round, but your shield will be penetrated (Collector gets in a very good shot before being killed) or armor will take a huge hit if you do not have shields.
Mini-Boss: Praetorian - The ground quakes suddenly, as if the moon itself were announcing the presence of something powerful. Rising up from behind a megalith was a mammoth black shell, somehow causing the ground to shake violently as it rose. This thing had two sets of eyes, each orb emitting a blinding light that was somehow made you feel cold as it passed of you.
Then something else, potentially far more frightening. The armor plating protecting you begins to hum, joining in with the shaking ground.
[For the first round, it is just rising up. It's not attacking, yet.]
----------------------------------------- Combat Rules for the Mini-Boss. When you RP the battle, you'll have to stop with describing what your character is doing. The result of the action will be determined once everyone has their action as well. The mini-boss isn't meant to be too difficult, but it is a challenge.
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Post by Maelstrom on Feb 28, 2014 0:59:11 GMT -6
The ground shook violently, overloading his suit's sound emulators with stimulus and causing them to automatically disengage, but not before making him wince momentarily in pain. As the ringing in his ears subsided, he realized he heard a hum through his armor, coming from the ancient metal he was leaning against. He cautiously stepped away, as he saw dust beginning to rise near the center of the dig site.
Damn. One thing at a time, he thought, quickly popping out and taking down the last of the Collector soldiers with a quick burst from his SMG. It saw his attack coming, stripping off his shields with several well-placed rounds.
Quickly surveying the landscape, he saw a massive black shell, nearly the size of the group's mech, rising from behind a metal spire. Before him lay the bodies of the Collectors he, Cruendi'has, and Resindra had taken down, and between those bodies and the rising enemy was a large outcropping of the durable metal nearly four feet high. His feet were moving almost before he made his decision.
Gritting his teeth, he dashed as quickly as he could to the site of the fallen Collectors, holstering the SMG. He slid to his knees as he reached for the two oblong objects attached the mutilated torso of the nearest fallen foe. Holding them with the same gentle care he would an egg, he turned in the direction of the enemy, staying low to utilize his cover.
"Cruendi, Resi, try to flank this bastard. Behind and to either side of possible," he yelled into his coms, swept up in the moment. "I'll try to keep its attention. Time for it to get a taste of some real biotic artillery!"
His shields regenerated. Popping up, he activated the first grenade and used his biotics to send it flying at the rising black form at ballistic speeds. A moment later, he sent the second flying as well. Just in case his rushed aim was off, he threw out a weak pull field in the general area of the large enemy, not enough to affect the foe, just enough to trip the grenades' kinetic detonators if they failed to hit directly. Whether or not he scored a direct hit, he was sure he would piss it off. He lingered only a second more, to make sure it saw him, before going back to his knees to see if he could scavenge more grenades.
(My looting of grenades was approved by the GM)
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on Feb 28, 2014 1:36:07 GMT -6
The soft yellow glow from the drone had faded, and Shala knew that it had finally been destroyed.
Time to change tactics, she thought. She toggled her omnitool to fire an incendiary charge, ducked out and fired, precisely at the same time a burst from a Collector rifle struck her shields.
She immediately ducked back down to let her shields recharge, so she didn't know if she had killed her target. But she did know it was time to find some new cover. She prepared another sentry turret to lay down some suppressing fire.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 3:36:22 GMT -6
Warnings flashed about the suits in the dig site, Iskra’s visor flashing as their suits reacted to some large disturbance. It wasn’t long until the vibrations were easily felt under her body, the tremors causing her cloaking to spastically flicker as the scales fought the strange vibrations. She gritted her teeth, this motion speaking of nothing good.
“Maelstrom, do you require enforcements?” The upside of humans hearing a vibration in her race’s voice was that they couldn’t hear how concerned she was at whatever was going on down there now. Sitting in the middle of the field, she was one of the few who could realistically get there in time to help.
While she waited, her sights stayed on the dark open doorway of the outpost as the dust cleared around the battlefield. It was quiet, but something told her there was something still waiting in the dark…
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Post by Maelstrom on Feb 28, 2014 7:05:20 GMT -6
“Maelstrom, do you require enforcements?” Doctor Narei's voice came over his comms.
He was still scrambling for Collector grenades, but he took a moment to consider the situation. He looked at an indicator on his HUD which now showed her position, courtesy of the same program through which Emily was distributing Resindra's dig site scouting information. The drell was almost perfectly positioned between the two theaters of combat. He could only assume she was using a cloak to keep from becoming an obvious target. Looking at his own position and that of the Collector unit, he realized that she was at a right angle to it.
"Hold position for now, Doctor. I wouldn't want you coming into this thing's kill-zone," Maelstrom said, hoping the three of them already at the dig site would be up to the task. "If could hit some soft spots from where you are without drawing its attention off me, though, we'd be grateful for the help."
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Mar 1, 2014 6:27:42 GMT -6
"What do you see there Maelstrom?" Esteban asked while approaching the entrance to the outpost. His pistol was held in a neutral position, his back to the wall. He knew the wall was solid, little chance the Collectors had a chance to create hidden windows or tricks like that. So he slid himself over.
[insert response from Maelstrom]
That's a new one, the businessman thought to himself as he sent Data into the Collector Outpost to get a basic readout display....
[RP Note - To anyone who wants, Esteban's VI will transmit the location of the Collectors within the outpost. This'll mean your character will have a tactical advantage while Esteban maintains the integrity of this VI Probe. In combat terms, your character will be able to drop one without taking much damage]
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 1, 2014 7:30:00 GMT -6
Several minutes passed and no additional Collectors had emerged from the command post. Likely the survivors preferred cover over their heads than to take their chances outside. A few more poundings from the turret could collapse the structure on them but after witnessing nearly half the team sweep in to rescue Murdach, Eric figured it was about time to get some dirt on his armor.
He pulled out a grenade and affixed it to the top of the firing console. Then he opened communications.
"Kai, River, Murdach - stand by. Gonna head down to join you after I make sure our guest doesn't get any bright ideas about running or gunning" He glanced over at the prisoner, still knocked out, bound and propped against the wall. "Come in, Fearless Leader! Can you give me a read on the contacts inside the command post? They were all gung ho for a few; now they've gone shy..."
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 1, 2014 9:27:22 GMT -6
"What do you see there Maelstrom?" Bridges called over the comm.
Maelstrom was still gathering grenades, but to keep the thing's attention, he was popping up every few seconds and firing off a handful of SMG rounds. He was too preoccupied with his end of things to know what Cruendi'has and Resindra were doing, but he hoped that they were about in position.
As he prepared to respond to Bridges, he withdrew a polymer pouch from a compartment in his armor, activated the fastening mechanism to affix it to his left hip, and started shoving the grenades into it. He knew he would have to abandon this current outcropping soon if the others did not take it down.
"It's big- I'd say better than half the size of our mech-, metallic, and vaguely insectoid," Maelstrom responded, realizing that for the first time since starting the mission, he was slightly out of breath. "It's hovering about four meters above the ground and moving slowly but steadily. Based on the intel I've read, I'd say its what Shepards' team dubbed a 'Praetorian.' And damned if that thing's not powerful. Based on the shots I've seen it take and miss so far, I'd say none of us could withstand direct fire for more than two or three seconds. Thankfully, the metal in these ruins seems to take its fire no problem. I'd hate to think what it took to bring them down."
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Post by Kai Silverhand on Mar 1, 2014 18:26:28 GMT -6
Kai calmly pokes out from behind her rock... then pushes away with that knowing smile on her face. The Asari calmly lets the heat sink pop up and out from her Disciple... and she slams the replacement home with a bit of finality before closing the breach. She hefts the crowd pleaser on her shoulder and asks on the Comms, "So, this mean we have to show up at the front door with a carton of noodles and dipping sauce... or do we have to call down the thunder again?" Although her self-assured smile wears down a bit when the ground shakes. She crouches down and eyeballs the area. Kai states far too calmly, "Don't look now... but, I think someone's coming to dinner..."
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