Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm - Full

[Athol]

As soon as John hit the ground, he started to make his way to a pile of crates at the far right of the pad. From his perch he had a good field of fire across where Aegis had landed, as well as the front entrance of the target building.

Bringing his rifle to the ready he keyed into the unit comm channel, "Am in close overwatch postion, all quiet so far." Then bringing up a private channel he comm'd Wires. "Hey Wires, I can see some vents at ground level that your FENRIS would fit through. Any chance of sending it in there? They may have stashed something good in there, I'll split anything good with you 60/40, how 'bout it?"

 

[Viking Incognito]

"Hey, John, what kind of load out do the guards behind the crates near my position have? I don't want to charge at them only to find myself looking down the barrel of a rocket launcher."

 

[lemiel14n3]

Paladin's eyes scanned the site, the guards were nervous, but by no means aware of what the presence of a team of armed mercenaries signified. They were armed, but then again, on Omega, who wasn't.

He saw the piles of boxes, a small enclosure that appeared to be an office, there were several ladders connected to a series of catwalks, but he'd be damned if he'd follow a team of Krogan onto catwalks.

Finally he saw something that would be perfect for the trademark of Krogan might, shelves. He wasn't sure how sturdily they were fastened onto the ground, but a good slam should knock it onto the ground, regardless, taking the rest of the shelves with it and causing a good deal of trouble to anyone standing under them.

"Lux, take a look at those shelves, do you think you guys could take them down? We could use them as low cover, and make sure they can't do the same in one stroke."

 

[Viking Incognito]

"Paladin, this is Dregger, I could take them down alone so no-one else would have their position compromised but afterwards I would need you to cover me when I go for the crates."

 

[Athol]

"Hey, John, what kind of load out do the guards behind the crates near my position have? I don't want to charge at them only to find myself looking down the barrel of a rocket launcher."

"Hang on a sec, Dregg...okay found you." Bringing up the optics on his helmet he scanned the three clueless guards. "Hmm no worries the heavist thing I see are pistols, old ones at that. Watch yourself though, I've got some blind spots inside from where I am."

 

[Viking Incognito]

If all they have are pistols then they are probably biotics. I doubt they would be that lightly armed otherwise. I can still get the drop on them after I take down the shelves if I use a push on the boxes after I knock down the shelves. I'll go for it. No guts no glory.

"Alright, the three guards to my right are most likely biotics. After I take down the shelves I'll hit them with the boxes as fast as I can but in case I don't get them fast enough everyone stay out of range. There is no way they have more than amateur strength so they won't be a threat from a distance."

 

[Chicago Ted]

Lux:

The Batarian manager watched from a distance as he saw the company mobilize. He looked to see John moving over behind a few crates at the edge of the landing pad, and watched him set up. He shook his head as he walked away.

"Dregger, pull back," he hissed as he watched the Krogan approaching the factory. "You'll wait until I give the word, after Esten's job is done and the Infiltration team is inside. Then we knock part of that fence down and storm in."

 

[Viking Incognito]

"Well where should I go? If I leave my position then I will be exposed when the action starts. I won't make my move until you give the order but this is the best position for me to be in. I can try to look more innocent if you want me to."

 

[axle 19]

Raven scanned the warehouse from his position before settling in for Esten's telltale distraction. "Hold your positions. That an order. We don't move until the infiltration team has taken down their defenses. Is that clear?"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Lux:

"Afraid of being slightly exposed to a couple guards armed with pistols when the fighting starts that you'll get hurt?" Lux insulted. He was annoyed that Dregger wasn't following his word. "If this is how you always act, it isn't surprising you don't have any scars."

"You will pull back and regroup with the rest of us by the Gauntlet. We approach after the distraction and once the Infiltration team is in, then storm when they start. The guards won't know what's happening and will be easily incapacitated.?

 

[Viking Incognito]

"Very funny scaly, maybe if you were as good as me you would be able to tell that they are biotics which means that they are something to be considered. But fine, I'll play it safe for you dear." Dregger taunted as he went back to the landing pad.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Lux:

Lux laughed over the Comms as he watched Dregger approach.

"Didn't know you were as stupid as you were ugly," Lux said as he slowly stopped laughing. "You're up against a smuggling ring. A small one at that. You know why those guards are carrying only pistols? Because they don't need to carry anything heavier. Same reason why they're wearing only light vests, maybe some weak shields, and not heavy armour. You're not going up against another mercenary group, or some paramilitary organization. You're up against security guards whose jobs consist of walking around a factory and making sure no one breaks in."

He shook his head as Dregger came near.

"If there's any grey matter under that bump you call a crest, start using it."

 

[Athol]

"Hold your positions. That an order. We don't move until the infiltration team has taken down their defenses. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, boss" John replied, then on a privte channel to Raven. "You want me to keep a sight on Dregger? In case, you know he becomes a problem?" While speaking, he switched his rifle to armour piercing, and his pistol to incendiary rounds.

 

[Viking Incognito]

"Gee I'm sorry," Dregger said as he jokingly elbowed Lux, "I've been fighting shit that makes the Rachni look like Pyjaks for so long I'm not used to these cream puff jobs like you are."

Dregger said all of this with a grin on his face. It was the first time in years he actually felt some camaraderie with a co-worker.

 

[axle 19]

Raven shook his head at the rookies clear mistakes. Why are we plagued by retarded rookies? "Unnecessary, Lux can handle anything that Dregger may do. Hold your position until Esten runs the distraction." When ever your ready Esten.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Lux:

Lux cracked a smile as he felt Dregger's elbow dig into him. He almost forgot what it was like to fight alongside a real Krogan. He liked Korat, but he always felt as though something were missing in him.

"If you're using one of these, anything will seem like a Pyjak," Lux said as he lifted his Shredder up. "Might be old, but she lives up to her name. Maybe we'll find a couple in there if their crates are filled with weapons."

Spoiler: M-297 Shredder

This was a gun I made up during the last RP that both Raven and Lux carry.

Verahl's introduction and explanation for it:

"This is an older machine gun, a M-297 Shredder, produced right after the implication of thermal clip technology. The magazine is very large compared to most because it takes four thermal clips to fire. This allows it to have an extended magazine to help its high rate of fire and damage, but makes it take ages to reload in the field. It was originally designed by Hahne-Kedar. Had limited production though because of it's long reload times and high recoil, ultimately leading to few buyers. Just because it wasn't popular though, doesn't mean it's not efficient. When it's fully loaded, this will provide a lot of support fire that will make anyone down range of it go for whatever cover is closest to them. Before I aquired the Revenant, I used to carry one of these. I thought at least one of you two would like them. Take them for the mission. If you lose or damage them though, it's coming out of your pay."

 

[Chicago Ted]

Esten:

Wait for the approach.

Esten kneeled on the roof of the factory. He had been able to make his way to the one directly across from the smuggler's base, and managed to get onto its roof. From up here, Esten could look down and see the factory across from them, as well as allowing him to get to it quickly after the distraction had been played.

Heavier than a rifle.

Esten kept looking down the sights, waiting for the next target to go through them.

That one, lock it, wait for it to get near, and fire.

The shot would need to hit the cockpit. Anywhere else and it might not guarantee the ship going down. If the pilots were killed though, there wouldn't be any complications. Esten analyzed the approaching ship as best he could. It was a small civilian model, similiar to the ones he had been in when he first joined Aegis.

Lock achieved, wait until 500 yards.

He could fire now and it'd be done, but he needed to wait until it was closer. He needed it to be on the smuggler's doorstep.

700, 600, 500.

The rockets were locked, and heading straight for the truck's cabin. Evasion was impossible. The rockets and truck were heading almost directly into one another, and given the distance, there wouldn't be a moment to react.

The cabin turned into a fireball when the rocket hit. There were no shields or armour to protect it. It wasn't designed for military use. The truck suddenly veered down and to the left slightly, as it careened into the street below. When it hit it skidded along, sparks shooting out from underneath it as it ground to a halt. By the time it had stopped, it had gone through the fence of the factory to the right of Esten, and had sent many workers scurrying for cover. Everyone was looking around, wondering what had happened to it, but quickly moved further away as it slowly engulfed itself in flames. The truck exploded once more when the fire reached the gas tanks.

Esten hadn't lingered to watch the explosion though. The moment his rocket had been fired, he had already activated his cloak, and was making his way off of the roof, and onto the street below. He headed towards the smuggler's factory as the guards gathered around the entrance, looking down at the wreck. As several workers left their factories to examine the source of it, Esten moved through the crowd, closer to the guards, before activating his cloak once more and slipping through.

Perfect.

 

[axle 19]

Raven heard the telltale woosh of a rocket leaving the tube in time to catch the collision with the civilian ship followed by the complete annihilation of the cockpit. No, he couldn't have. Esten you stupid son of a *****. The ship exploded as it crashed through the fence of the factory and crashed to a halt before exploding a final time when the fuel tanks burst. "Rush teams hold position. Ocara, move in now while they are distracted quickly before they figure out what caused that." Unclenching his fists to help relieve some of the anger at the senseless loss of the the civs, he opened a private channel to Esten, "What the hell was that. I said to create a distraction not shoot a civilian ship out of the fucking sky. Do you realize what you've done?"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Esten:

Esten ducked behind some crates near the smuggler's landing pad. He looked over them to see if the guards were still looking away, before sliding down again to give a moment for his cloak to ready itself.

What the hell was that. I said to create a distraction not shoot a civilian ship out of the fucking sky. Do you realize what you've done?"

"Created your distraction," Esten said in a monotone. "Disabling Comm Unit until Infiltration is complete."

And with that, Esten's channel went dead as he activated his cloak once more and slide into the factory.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Lux:

Lux's smile quickly vanished as he watched the passing truck get hit and veer into a factory lot ahead of him. He could hardly believe his eyes as he watched smoke slowly start rising from behind the fences.

"What are you doing?!" Lux yelled into his Comm at Esten, only to find them closed. He opened his channel to Raven, and tried to figure out what had happened. "What is he doing?!"