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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 10, 2012 12:55:10 GMT -8
Kryseis glanced over to the C-Sec officer. "So...what's in there? Or are you a messenger who has no idea what the package is?"
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 10, 2012 20:55:53 GMT -8
Bryci walked, half-alert around the room. She wasn't all too displeased with the area, but it could do with a few touch-ups.
She sighed, and instead looked around, making sure no-one was eager enough to take a peek at their business, and just making sure that there was no N7, or just any cameras around.
She sighed, scratched her scalp, pushed her fringe out of her way, and took a seat on a scattered box.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 11, 2012 4:42:20 GMT -8
Officer McAuliffe's mouth hung agape in protest to the Quarian's accusations, but Val settled her doubts with a nod. "This is it," he said simply, his smile flashing with a predatorial glint. "Not a doubt in my mind."
At the Asari's inquiry, the officer of C-Sec shook his head.
"I'm an officer of C-Sec . . . or, well, I was . . . just . . ." he stammered off, his dread and regret rising. He looked to Val with a smoldering gaze. As smoldering as a baby-face's gaze could be. "This is fourteen thousand, right? Enough to get off the Citadel? Enough to start over?"
"And then some," the captain replied. "I chipped in an extra thousand. More than enough to find your way home."
McAuliffe smiled at that. The prospect of home brought a twinkle to his eye. "Home . . . where the heart is, am I right?"
"We'll have to take your word for it," Elam muttered.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 11, 2012 8:56:55 GMT -8
"Sorry Captain," Wyn said, "It's just... this feels too easy. Our last job started out this easy... and well you know how that ended,"
She looked back at the officer and smiled trying to unease him. Of course said smile was obscured by her helmet, "Home is where the heart is?" She guessed it was one of those strange human sayings. "Go home and start over. You'll know you did a good job of improving your life, if you never see us again."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 11, 2012 15:05:36 GMT -8
Elam nodded at Wyn's suggestion, his Kessler pistol still cocked and at the ready. "My thoughts exactly," he said, much more audibly this time, hoping to snap his employer out of the state of ecstasy that had all but overcome him. "If we're really gonna take this on faith, Captain, we should--"
"A pleasure doing business with you, Officer." Val said with an affirm smile, nod, and handshake, taking the disk in this opposite hand. With a sigh, Elam placed the briefcase on the ground and gave it a push with his booted foot over to the C-Sec officer, who nearly scrambled to retrieve it.
McAuliffe, briefcase tucked under his shoulder and a relieved expression on his face, returned the handshake heartily. "Enough to start over . . . I-I can go back home, back to Tiptree . . . it's this small colo--"
The officer's grip on Val's hand tightened suddenly. In a surprising burst of energy, he yanked the Turian captain forward, practically meeting eye-to-eye. Val felt a nick of pressure on the side of his right cheek - like a little bee sting - and in a flash of white and red, one of Bentley McAuliffe’s big green eyes vanished in a spurt of blood. Hot, human blood, speckling his face as his doubled back, falling on his behind as he jerked away from the dead man's grip.
Elam had recognized the brief flash, had seen the damage that a high-powered armor-piercing round could do to a Human skull, and, before the C-Sec officer's lifeless body could crumple to the ground, had taken Val by the armpits and thrown him behind the crate Bryci once sat on.
"Sniper!" he bellowed, urging the other members of the Balrog's crew to take cover.
From the other end of the alleyway, as well as a few newly busted-down doors on either side, a swarm of heavily armed figures poured out into the alley, guns a'blazing, shock-and-awe style. Another silenced shot from the source of the first hit the ground by Wyn, practically licking up against her feet.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 11, 2012 15:23:55 GMT -8
Kryseis moved to duck behind a large crate, though not before sending an orb of blue energy in the sniper's general direction. Once behind the crate, she pulled out her Carnifex, wondering how to best attack the sniper from their current position.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 11, 2012 16:39:10 GMT -8
Wyn froze as McAufille fell to the ground dead. When the next bullet missed her feet by an inch, she let out an embarrassingly shrill shriek, and looked for cover, right as the others poured in.
As she dove behind the same crate Kryseis was hiding behind, she felt a sharp pain right below her elbow. She lifted her arm and stared at the puncture in her suit.
"Oh fuck, fuck fuck!" she yelled. She sent out her Combat Drone to fight for her, and tried to seal her suit. " Why did I have to open my mouth! " She was really wishing she had brought her sniper rifle.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Sept 11, 2012 17:02:39 GMT -8
Waylon kept quiet as the crew went out on their walk to the rendezvous point. Val didn't hire him to talk, after all. Plus, it was better to just watch the others and get an impression as to how these missions played out without interrupting.
The Earther wasn't too amazed by the Citadel...at least, not this part. He'd already been on a space station, and this new one didn't exactly blow him away. It was pretty much Omega but slightly less seedy. Slightly. Even then, it got more and more like Omega the further in they went, what with the dark alley they now walked down.
As the deal played out, Waylon still kept his mouth shut. The rest of the crew seemed to have said all that was needed, and there was no point in parroting them. And Val didn't hire him for his business savvy, after all. It seemed fishy, 15 Thousand, just for a disc? Whatever is on it better have been damn important. The Captain seemed real pleased, so he assumed it must be, and that this was in fact what he wanted out of the deal.
The exchange between the Turian and the C-Sec officer went off peacefully. Just the exchange, though. Because now they were getting shot at and the officer with the disc was already dead. Shit. That was bad.
The blonde fighter rushed for cover behind a pile of scrap metal, presumably from a now broken fire escape, from any other shooters looking to put a bullet in his head. He was beginning to regret not bringing a weapon a little. Just a little, though. Surveying the situation a bit, he saw the briefcase full of credits near the dead man's body in the middle of the alley, across from the set of crates the Captain now hid behind.
With a deep breath, Waylon dove across the alley and scooped the case up, rolling behind Val and cover.
"Got the money," he said to Val, giving the case a shake. "Any plans on how we're getting out of here?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 11, 2012 17:25:00 GMT -8
"Ah, blast it-" Liam went off on a string of profanities as he ducked down with Wyn and Kryseis, covering his head. He heard Wyn shout out a cry of pain and looked up, concerned. "Y'okay, lass?" He asked, concern blatant in his voice.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 11, 2012 19:02:52 GMT -8
Val didn't reply. He was too busy cowering. He didn't do well in high-pressure situations.
With his Kessler, Elam tactfully dropped a trio of jostling assailants with pinpoint accuracy, finishing them off with systematic clockwork - head, torso, head, torso, head, torso, and so forth. He winced and ducked as returning volleys of fire peppered their surroundings, poking a few holes through the crate they were using for cover and one stray shot wounding Wyn. As much regret as he felt for her injury, there were even more problems to deal with, including escape from both their attackers and the authorities. Lingering with a freshly dead C-Sec officer was never a good policy.
Kryseis' biotic blast, while failing to neutralize the sniper, did render his vantage point essentially voided, bent metal and shards of debris cascading forward from the open wound in the building, leaving him with little cover to exploit.
"They've got us pinned, and a dash back to the walkway is too risky," Elam said with the commanding authority of a Marine, flinching away from a ricochet off the alley wall. "Keep your head down and eyes front, wait for them to make the mistakes before you do. You'll make it outta this, Waylon." the last bit he said with as much of a smile as he could manage under the present circumstances.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 11, 2012 19:53:37 GMT -8
"It's okay..." Wyn assured as she applied medigel "If we get out of here soon, I'll probably only have a small cold. The key work being "soon" of course,"
She had not brought any guns with her, only her Combat Drone, which was floating around trying to incapitate the attackers. Her shortsighedness left her keeping cover while her companions fired. However the Combat Drone, did serve as a good distraction, while he rest of the team tried to take down the enemies.
"This is bullshit! What the hell did the Captain do to piss these people off?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 11, 2012 20:10:59 GMT -8
"Hard to say." Kryseis saw some men ahead of them starting to shoot and threw a shockwave in their direction. Several ducked behind cover but a few, she was pleased to see, were sent flying.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 11, 2012 21:09:11 GMT -8
Bryci was about to pipe up, before imminent sniper fire sent the girl rolling, most likely from being knocked back from the rolling Captain and his body-guard.
She was hit, but it wasn't painful. In-fact, she was thankful, as bullet-fire peppered her former seating position and sent her hunching further over. They were stuck here, and she could just barely peek over her box without being hit by sniper fire or assault rifle fire.
She took a deep breath, and stood up above the box, using the momentarily distracted sniper and the reloading soldiers to fling her hands out. One soldier was blown back, whilst another had his rifle ripped from his grasp, only to drop a second later, as Bryci's military training took boot.
Years of training and warfare refined her abilities, and she felt at ease using her biotics. Dark Channel lashed out, hitting one of the soldier's Elam had shot, the natural effect causing Dark Channel to lash out and hit another soldier, this one behind cover.
She ducked back down as assault rifle splashed around her, and she was lucky to have stood out in the open for so long without being hit.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 13, 2012 4:14:53 GMT -8
Restricted to taking infrequent potshots at their attackers, Elam grinded his teeth together as the wave began to slowly dwindle, but advance at an alarming pace. Would they have to risk cutting and running under fire? It was certainly looking that way, now.
"Anybody got a grenade?" the former Alliance marine called out over the gunfire and ricochet. Just one well-placed explosive could nominally solve most of their problems, and at least cover their hasty getaway.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 13, 2012 4:29:00 GMT -8
Bryci looked down the hallway, through pot-marking gunfire and smoke. She couldn't tell how much of the enemy they had killed, and whether that amount was even a sizeable chunk, given the fact that they hadn't even been able to get a clear sighting on who was attacking.
But one fact was clear; they knew they were going to be here, and they had to be important. It was difficult to bring a weaponized army crew onto the Citadel, let alone engage in a firefight without someone being called.
She flared her hands, and with one massive outthrust of her grip, sent one of the side panels of the wall flying out, hitting three soldiers. This wasn't the hardest firefight she'd been in, nor the scariest, nor the most deadly. It was a game to Bryci at this point.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 13, 2012 10:06:37 GMT -8
Wyn began feeling her throat get sore. She wasn't sure if she was being a hypochondriac or if her immune system was really that shitty.
At Elam's request she yelled, "We were told not to bring anything that could set security on us! Explosives tend to do that!"
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 13, 2012 23:38:42 GMT -8
((i'm on two different Mass Effect RPs with two different stories. I get confuzzled sometimes.))
Bryci went to raise her arms back up again, this time to bring a large section of the walls down, only to be clipped in the side of the leg. It was inevitable to happen, and cockiness had gotten the better of her.
Too be fair, it had been a while since she was given a duty of combat, and she was still working out the kinks. But standing out in the open for so long was bound to get her fucked up. A medi-gel application got her back into the fight, but this time she rolled over into cover for a few.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 14, 2012 12:07:12 GMT -8
Kryseis managed to headshot two of their attackers before getting out of cover to surge forward towards a third, her body glowing blue as she made the Biotic Charge. It knocked them back quite a bit and she then proceeded to finish him off with her pistol before dashing back to her original position.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 14, 2012 16:24:32 GMT -8
Bryci flicked her hands out, looking at the Captain, cocking an eyebrow.
"Sir!?" She had to yell, as a flurry of bullets hit the crate the three were hiding behind, "What do we do now!?"
She took a knee, and then sprung up, flailing her hands out towards her, causing one soldier to grow a flickering blue, before he died, and the blue infected another, and another. It went on as such, and was a beautifully easy way of killing people.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 16, 2012 11:07:59 GMT -8
Wyn ducked as one of the bodies Bryci killed biotically flew over the crate. She crawled to it and looked through it to see if there was anything useful. Only a pistol, whatever the attacker had been using as a weapon, must of flown elsewhere. But it was better than cowering while she felt herself getting sicker by the minute.
She started helping the squad with the pistol. Suddenly Wyn heard the sound of an engine, and looked up, to see one of C-Sec's hovercraft's in the distance.
"Guy's we need to leave now!" she yelled.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 16, 2012 12:01:54 GMT -8
"Kryseis! Bryci!" Elam called out the names of the two powerful biotics present. "Blast 'em with everything you've got, we've gotta go, now!"
Emerging from cover, Elam squeezed off three more shots before his pistol was quite literally blown from his hand, ducking down hastily to toss the broken Kessler away, lucky the thermal clip didn't detonate with enough force to blow his hand to bits.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 16, 2012 12:07:43 GMT -8
"On it!" Kryseis called out as she focused her power before channeling it into a shockwave that threw most of their attackers back a fair distance away but more damage could still be done; however, that depended on Bryci now.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 16, 2012 23:38:01 GMT -8
Bryci vaulted her crate, and with the Annihilation Field still thinning the enemy numbers and spreading like a virus, she saw her biotic companion lurch forward and send the enemy flying.
It was spectacular to see. The myriad of colors and the distortion of the field. If one were watching this in a third-party event, they could easily mistake it for art. But for now, it was war.
She arched her back and threw her hand forward, Throw flying out of her grasp. It connected, hitting soldier after soldier, as some slumped from the death that came from the Annihilation Field, and the force of being thrown, only to be followed by a series of sheet panels and scrap that came along with the Kinetic force of the Throw.
She turned, going over to Wyn and resting a hand gently on her shoulder, "We have to go! Can you move!?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 17, 2012 0:27:22 GMT -8
Wyn had been so impressed by the biotic display that she had almost forgotten it was supposed to cover their escape.
"Of course I can move! It'll take a lot more than a suit puncture, to get rid of me!"
She laughed and quickly erupted into a coughing fit, as she began running. Now all they'd have to do was get back on the Balrog. Then she could rest up.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 17, 2012 0:45:38 GMT -8
Bryci smiled, panting slightly. Her brow furrowed, and she started sweating even more as she went through the pain of standing up and getting over to run.
The girl was brave, and Bryci respected that. Alot of Quarians got a bad wrap, but Bryci was neutral about them. She didn't give into the Thief stereotype, but she did give into the Engineer stereotype. That was only natural, that was their racial skills.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 17, 2012 4:29:38 GMT -8
Kryseis stopped briefly to pull up the cowering Val to his feet. "Now's our chance to escape, captain."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 17, 2012 4:46:15 GMT -8
What remained of the strike team that had begun the all-out assault on the crew of the Balrog had been utterly decimated by the combined biotic force of Kryseis and Bryci. With C-Sec patrols responding to the shoot-out en route, they had little time to spare.
Elam nodded to the rest of the crew, holding Val in a half nelson as they made their escape. "Get a move on, we don't have time to bullshit!" he commanded gruffly as they exited the desolate alleyway as quickly as possible.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 17, 2012 6:42:34 GMT -8
It always amused Wyn to see her captain like this. Of course she hadn't been any better, but she was just an engineer, and had the least amount of combat experience out of the crew.
But she knew better than to ever mention this moment to his face. Even though she often said ridiculously bold things to the captain, she knew there were some things that would result in her getting thrown out of the air lock.
She just focused her attention on getting back to the ship. Wouldn't be too long till she could finally rest.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 17, 2012 21:26:17 GMT -8
Bryci ran, catching up to Elam and the Captain, whom still appeared to be in a half-craddle, protected by Elam. It was weird, really. Seeing the Captain like this, she meant.
The man came off as calm, suave, sophisticated, everything a Avian Turian woman would want in a under-the-table, perverted smuggler with a superiority complex, but at the first drop of a hat, the Captain was taking cover. Not even the mention of pulling a gun, nor giving an order.
It was all Elam, Bryci noticed. Maybe it was a facade; maybe behind the scenes Elam ran the shots and the Captain was just a mouth piece for him to work with both the crew, and to order the crew.
She sighed, paid no attention, and pointed a fist at a man, sending him smacking into the wall as he attempted to raise his rifle, knocked back by a kinetic 'Throw.'
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 18, 2012 4:32:13 GMT -8
The Captain was certainly in better sorts as they made their escape, taking up the hitch end of the gang - he was never a great runner. By now, C-Sec responders were on the scene, checking the bodies of the strike team for any identification (absolutely none; their employers stressed discreetness in their products. Actions, on the other hand . . .) and identifying the body of Officer Bentley McAuliffe. The news ticker would read that he boldly sacrificed himself to protect his fellow officers, and would be survived by his family on the Tiptree colony.
With the Balrog in sight, Val's vexing confidence had seemingly returned. "Miss T'Sandros, if you would be so kind as to get the ship up and running so we can, as they say on Earth, 'make like a tree and get the fuck out of here', please."
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