"He is right you know," Esten said as he looked at Raven with disappointment covering his face. "I doubt the windows would have held against her biotic strength if she sent you against them. You do realize the depths of power the Asari possess, correct?"
"I do Esten. Believe me when I say I do. Had I not focused here though, she may have continued with her wanton destruction until we produced something which we didn't have. I took a gamble and it payed off," he said keeping his face neutral. "I hope Santius and Basara can keep her calm while they accomplish their mission."
Sal watched as the human kid pushed Dray down and prepared to kick Dray. She quickly aimed a kick at the back of his opposite ankle causing the boy to fall on his back. "That wasen't very smart kid." She said putting her foot on his chest as he tried to get up. "Now I suggest you apologize to my friend." She said with mock cheerfulness.
The other three teenagers saw Sal, and immediatly rushed towards their friend. Two of them went straight at Sal, trying to knock her off, and punch her. Room in the crowd cleared as people got out of the way of the fight.
After a few minutes, Lux and Moloa returned. Moloa still held her teeth gritted, and her eyes still showed the anger held back, but she was remaining calm for the moment. Lux looked at the others, checking their reactions to see if any might be showing signs that would indicate the guilty. None did.
"Let's just go and get this over with," barked Moloa as she headed towards the elevator.
Glancing at Moloa and Santius as they left, he shook his head. As much as I hate to admit it, she was pretty intimidating when she was channeling her biotics. Looking back at Lux, he spoke. "Should I even question what went on in that room? If your all ready then we can get our mission underway then."
The rest of the company took the elevator down to the lobby and split into their respective groups. Basara, Santius, and Moloa returned to the Gauntlet, while Ocara, Raven, Yossar, Lux and Esten entered a couple taxis they called for.
Group 1:
The ride back to the old headquarters was rather quiet. It took a while to return, but eventually, the group began noticing familiar structures and streets that were close to the old base. When the taxis finally pulled away, Raven and the others were left standing a few blocks away. They could see some of the stores from the nearby market, including Saint's Clinic. The group assembled around Raven, waiting for his orders.
Group 2:
The Gauntlet made its way through morning traffic, heading towards the rim of the station, close to Omega's main port. After a while, the Gauntlet veered off the main transport lanes and into the lower traffic streets of Omega. Here things were quieter, but still fairly busy considering their proximity to the port. The ship only took a few minutes longer to reach its first destination. When it stopped, and the ramp on the back dropped, Moloa, Santius, and Basara found themselves standing in front of a small but rather well kept building. The area in front of it was kept completely free of litter, as a small set of stairs led up to the enterance.
"You two take Zar. And neither of you better drop her," she hissed.
With that, she climbed the stairs before them, and went into the lobby before they even picked up Zar.
OoC said:
Since I am terribly uncreative right now, I'm going to split this off into Groups 1 and 2 for ease.
Group 1 - Lux, Esten, Ocara, Yossar, and Raven
Group 2 - Moloa, Santius, Basara
For the stuff that's relating with Dray and Sal, I'm just going to entitle it Dray, since he's the only NPC and there is only the two of them.
Edit: Mixed up Dray and Esten's names. Sorry, occassionally do that even though their characters are polar opposites.
Raven looked at his team nodding to all of them. "Ok guys the goal of this mission is to see if our base is still standing and if possible see if we can salvage anything from it. We need to be as careful as possible when we move unless we want to draw the Pack down on to our asses." Raven sighed, this seems like a pretty straightforward mission but then again so did the cargo transport mission that caused all of this shit.
"A salvage operation would be highly impractical," Esten said while he shook his head in disagreement. "Not only do we not have proper transport for anything we may recover, but we would also have to take it far enough away from the base in order to be less subtle about it. Then we worry about the taxi drivers and such also."
Lux nodded in agreement.
"Besides, you and I both know Raven how much work it took for Verahl to secure this place. If he was giving up on it, he'd have us come back with the Gauntlet and loot the place before burning it for the insurance money."
Sal sighed as she ducked the punches from the two kids. They were inexperienced while she had training from the captain of the Hadran. "You can at least learn to fight." She taunted as she swung her right fist into a boys stomach. He staggered back wards clenching his middle. She turned as the the other hit her in the side she grunted in pain but shook it off.
Shw swung her left fist at the boys shoulder and he moved to dodge it, but Sals right fist caught him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. The first boy who had pushed Dray stood up and made to tackle her. She sidestepped as he kept running for a moment and turned.
Him and the fourth boy tried to punch her at the same time, again she ducked under them. This time she popped up behind them and grabbed them by the hair. She knocked their heads together with a loud Thunk! and they fell over out cold. She turned to the other two who had regain their breath. One pulled a knife from his boot and lunged at Sal.
She sidestepped and grabbed the arm holding the knife. With a strong push on the boys elbow a loud cracking rang out as the arm broke and the knife dropped to the floor. She looked at the other as a look of horror came over his face. He turned and ran back down the alleys leaving his "Friends" behind. "That boy has a lot to learn." She said shaking her head as she looked at the boy with the broken arm in front of her.
He stared up at her with a mix of anger and fear. "Now you apologize to my friend over there." She told him kneeling down in front of him. "A-a-alright. I'm sorry man." He said and turned to Sal. "Happy?"
"No, but that'll have to do. Now go get your 'friend' and get those two outta here." She told him as he nodded quickly and ran off holding his arm. She knelt down beside Dray and put a hand on his side. "Dray, Dray. They're gone now, don't worry. they won't be bugging you anymore." She reassured him.
Dray took one of his hands off of his face to see, but refused to get up. In the chaos, he had placed them over it to try and protect it. He still covered most of it with the other in order to try and hide himself from the crowd that was now standing and watching. Sal could see a few tears streaking his cheeks, as his face trembled, trying hard to keep it from breaking down completely into a complete sob. He whispered to Sal, and was only barely audible over the sound of the gossiping crowds.
"Yeah, C'mon you have to get up first." Sal said helping Dray to his feat. "Let's go some where you can rest for a bit." She glared at the crowd, they backed off. She lead him away from the market district and towards the more open area. She sat him down on a bench and put her arm around his shoulders. "Here we go Dray, some where you can relax." She said quietly, in a kind tone.
Dray was starting to get a hold of himself. He looked around to try and figure out where he now was. He saw there were much less people, and that things were much calmer. He still had his arms crossed and close to his chest, but was much more relaxed, and was breathing easily now.
"Sal... Can we go to the old market? The one near our old home?"
"Then whats the point in coming? Surely we came to retrieve the 'equipment' Sal left behind and prepare for our strike against the Pack?" said Ocara, annoyance thick in his voice, if all they were doing was checking if it was still standing then why the guns and why were there do many of them.
Despite being a sniper, Ocara held a deepseated dislike against recon missions, if he was involved they always seemed to go badly. As if on que the muscles around his left 'eye' began to ache.
"Fine," Esten responded, angered by the harshness that blanketed Ocara's voice. "Grab the few computer systems associated with it then, but what else after? We cleared most of the armory out already, the mechs are destroyed, and everything else is replacable."
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