Lux snapped back into the reality he had been lifted from and looked at Yossar. He paused for a moment, as he let the words sink in and find their meaning. It took him a few seconds to try and remember what it was. Verahl only told him once, and he had never needed to use it.
"Yeah it's... er... Branx I think. It's spelt B-R-A-N-X."
Moloa broke her gaze and stopped. Suddenly she started to laugh. She could hardly stop herself. She almost fell out of her chair.
"Kid," she said between laughs, struggling to get it all out coherently. "I think I'll be just fine. I've been around here for what, ten times longer then you? I think I'll be able to handle myself just fine."
She couldn't figure out why it was so funny to her, especially considering what had just happened. But when she heard Santius give her that advice, she couldn't help herself.
Ocara tested and focused his scope, he adjusted it to the likely ranges that would a hostile would present themselves. Once he was satisfied he took a kneeling position and rested his arms on the wall of the building, looking over the street and using his eye to zoom occasionally.
Was there anything it couldn't do?
"And so we wait right?" he said to Esten without turning his head away from the street. Ocara's voice contained less life than it'd previously exhibited, now even without a scope to his eye, he was in 'sniper mode' and any unnecessary thoughts or feelings were being pushed to the side, so that he could focus on shooting if need be.
"We do," Esten said, as he quickly prepared himself. He quickly checked the range before placing his sniper and assualt rifles beside him. He looked over them again before checking the range once more, then decided to ultimately go with his sniper. He spent a moment adjusting the scope though, until he had it set to only x1.25 zoom.
Raven crouched next to the spots of blood, Zar's blood Images of that fateful day slammed into his mind as things rapidly became a blur. The Fight, The threats, The betrayal, The death. Something so good destroyed in one day by a traitorous ***** who cared only for herself. Clenching his fists, a single thought stood out in his mind. That ***** is going to pay dearly for what she did and what she cost us Zar. That's a fucking promise.
Standing, he felt some of the oppressive weight he had carried being lifted as he turned to Yossar. "Find anything?"
"Trust me, with these guys you will" said Ocara as he tapped his left temple to investigate a suspicious transporter that was located across the road from their position. The truck was simply delivering some goods and sped away once its transaction was completed. Ocara exhaled and zoomed out to continue scanning the street as he spoke with Esten.
"It gets easier though, plus its more of a challenge zeroing in on a Vorcha not even twenty meters away, whilst it and several of its buddies are firing at you" he said, remembering the convoy guarding job that had gone completely tits-up and landed them in this pile o' shit in the first place.
Ocara isn't aiming down his rifle, he's using his eye to watch the streets :/
"Yep it was if I remember correctly, you saved Verhals ass from that Krogan right? You beat me too it, I had just gotten a better angle and I was just abot to start squeezing the trigger when his head exploded." Ocara chuckled without mirth at the memory, he damn near thought he had developed psychic powers when he had seen that.
Yossar typed the code into the computer and began scrolling through several files.
"Alright then, let's see here. Most of the terminal's are still online, not too much damage besides what must have happened when the sentry bots got hacked. There's also a lot of the receptionist's personal data on this terminal, what should I do with it?" Yossar looked up at Lux and Raven.
Maybe I'm misreading it Captain, but it hasn't been long since we left the base. Around a week maybe. Yeah, lot of stuff has happened in that time in game, but everything should be generally working fine, unless you guys want to RP some squatters or something starting to take up residence.
I'm going to take a bit of a break right now for my supper, so be back on in about half an hour.
Maybe I'm misreading it Captain, but it hasn't been long since we left the base. Around a week maybe. Yeah, lot of stuff has happened in that time in game, but everything should be generally working fine, unless you guys want to RP some squatters or something starting to take up residence.
I'm going to take a bit of a break right now for my supper, so be back on in about half an hour.
Just so everyone knows, when we finish the next bit, hopefully within the next week, I'll be taking in a few people. The first guy who will be joining us will be CJ1145. Friend of yours Captain? Anyways, here's his character sheet, I think it looks great, and will make Lux feel a lot less lonely.
Name: Dolog Meer
Gender: Male
Race: Krogan
Age: 617
Appearance: Stands at average height for a Krogan, though the hump is noticeably larger than is the usual. His skin is a dark tan, with a contrasting crest of a silver-ish gray.
Class: Soldier
Powers: Adrenaline Rush, Concussive Shot, Disruptor Ammo, Combat Mastery
Pre-Service Record: Meer comes from a small clan of Krogan on Tuchanka, recognized amongst other Krogan for having the highest survival rate among the Krogan who take up a combat-heavy career. Meer went through clan Dolog's Rite of Passage at an extremely young age, though the Shaman noted with interest how it had been done. As opposed to the brute strength most attempted, Meer learned to use his environment to his advantage, such as using the stone pillars that littered the grounds to immobilize more stubborn foes. These actions, though looked upon with disdain by the more brutal Krogan, earned him a reputation with others.
However, he had absolutely no biotic potential, so his path as a battlemaster was cut abruptly short. Instead, he decided he would make his fortune on other worlds. He hitched a ride to Omega at the age of 170, leaving an infant son as his only legacy, and has remained there since. He had spent most of his time as security for various organizations that rose and fell as the years went by. After centuries of this routine, he learned that his son had followed him to Omega and signed up with a group known as the Blood Pack. Meer followed his son and joined so he could keep an eye on him. Recently, as he had ascended the ranks of the pack, he realized how corrupt and brutal they were. While brutality did not bother him, he believed he had some integrity, and sought work elsewhere, which led him to Aegis.
Psychological Profile: Meer is at first glance a typical Krogan. Violent, and revels in it. His lust for battle can become a hassle, however, as he refuses to fight anything that cannot put up a good fight. This causes friction between he and the bosses that have attempted to use him for extermination missions.
He is cold and calculating in combat, constantly analyzing his surroundings for a way to tip the fight in his favor. On the rare occasions he asks someone for an even fight, the chances are that he's cheated in a way you cannot see yet.
He loves to drink, and will down quantities of liquor that will kill lesser Krogan. He becomes rather jovial in this drunken state, and can be quite charismatic.
Lux hesitated before replying to Yossar. He wasn't sure whether or not to delete it. It could have contained sensitive information, but at the same time, it might have been something sentimental for Verahl to keep.
"Download it to the Omni-Tool then wipe it. That way in case there's anything important, we have it, and no one else can get it."
He made his way to the stairwell that went down towards the common room. It was dark still, as the lights were only on for the top floor. He activated his Omni-Tool's flashlight so he could clearly see each step that was in front of him.
"And activate the lights for me as well," Lux said as he took the first few steps down the stairs towards the common room. "Can hardly see a damn thing down here when all I have is this tiny flashlight."
Sorry Ninja, going to be a few minutes before I can respond. I have to work out an online Math Course thing for school with my dad right now. Hopefully it will be quick, but I can't guarentee how long it will take me to get back.
Basara sighed as he leaned back. "Santius, if your existence is pitiful, it's only because you make it so. Moloa, Santius is right in some regards. Pain is easier when doled across many backs. I learned that literally." He laughed, uneasily. He then looked at Xandus. "Forgive my shotty memory, but what are we doing with Xandus's body? Is he going into that place as well?"
Yes, there is going to be a small rewrite here. Instead of going elsewhere to drop off Xandus's body, we're just grabbing his and bringing him back inside. I had a completely different area and section written, that worked well for creating an opposite of what was happening to Zar, but realized it didn't work at all in the scenario and would have made a lot more sense if the business we're working with at the moment also offered the service of cremation. Just trust me, would have been a good bit to write about, but was rather stupid upon reflection in how it would have treated the situation and how it would have looked for Verahl to have used.
Moloa now ordered Santius and Basara to help her strip Xandus's body of his armor. Once the black and orange plates were removed, they sealed the bag up once more, and carried him into the lobby.
"Now, I'm going to make it real simple for him," said Moloa, her voice now returning to the bitter tone she had it set on earlier. "All you need to do, is to ship him to one of your crematoriums you have, and keep the ashes here until we pick them up. Understood?"
"Policy normally dictates that we ship the ashes to---" the Asari stopped when she saw the stare Moloa was giving her. Her voice suddenly became weak as she bent to Moloa's will. "Yes, we'll hold it until you return."
"Good, now tell these two where to leave him so we can get going," Moloa commanded Santius and Basara, as she went back towards the ship.
The secretary got up once more to leadd them down the hall. This time they stopped much closer, and were sent into a much smaller room. It looked like a holding room. Only a few shelves were in here, but around the same number of bodies were. The secretary waited for them to place Xandus's body before adding a tag to his bag that read his full name, and the address to be sent to being the location of the business. With that, she ushered Santius and Basara to leave, wanting all of them to be gone.
When they got back into the ship, they saw Moloa sitting in her normal spot. She now had Xandus's armor sitting beside her, and was holding one of his gloves in her hand.
Raven moved in behind Lux, Omnitool flashlight pointed out. "It's not tiny Lux, your hand is just gigantic. Moving through the common room brought on another flood of images, these good and bad. The welcome, The games, The briefs, The loss. Shaking his head, he continued forward. "Try not to break anything while we are here Lux, the last thing we need is to leave some kind of trail for others to follow."
Lux laughed at that as he tried to scan the room with the flashlight.
"Everything's small for a Krogan, heh heh---" suddenly, Lux fell to the ground, a large crack could be heard as he did.
"Son of a... What's in my way?! There was nothing there last time we--- Oh..." he stopped once he shone a light at his feet. He had tripped on one of the mechs they had destroyed.
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