Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm
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I have returned from the land of hell that is work. Sorry for be inactive for such a long time guys, working two jobs isn't the most enjoyable thing in the world though I did see the Expendables.
Raven shook his head as he looked on at Ocara's beaten. His heart was in the right place but his mind could have come up with a better plan. It's good that he did it though because at this point, we are committed. Turning on his heel, he strode in the direction that Verahl had walked in. I need to figure out what we can do if his anger is going to keep clouding the issue.
Karnak:
My armor! I need that fucking armor!
Shots continued to rain down on the bar's countertop as Karnak took cover behind it. He didn't even know what was happening, except that he had been suddenly taken from his drink and forced to fight for his life. The others drinking nearby weren't so lucky. He could hear people screaming in agony, but many were already past that point.
It's a fucking slaughterhouse!
He took a deep breath to calm him self as he analyzed the situation. A group of armed people had marched into the bar to start shooting anything with a pulse. He had no idea who they were, but would place every credit he had on the 4-6.
Christ, they don't even have to aim to hit something.!
He looked down the bar and saw a door at the end leading to what he could only assume would be the kitchen.
Step one, get the hell out. Step two, warn Verahl. Step three, get armor and a decent weapon.
Karnark then quickly scurried behind the counter to the door. He simply ran through it as it swung open to him. It wasn't the kitchen he entered into though, but a small hallway leading between the two. He glanced down it and could see someone standing with their back turned to him. It was a human wearing a red and white armor, with a large machine gun firing in his arms. Karnak could hardly hear it over the gun fire and screams, but he was certain the human was laughing. A rage boiled inside of Karnak that he had to fight. It took every bit of his will to not use his pistol to take the bastard down.
You'll only be killing yourself Karn, you can get him later.
Karnak turned away from the brutality and pushed the door to the kitchen open. It was deserted. Half finishes dishes were left on stoves, plates were shattered on the floor, and the sink in the far corner was running, with its hose leaking water over the floor.
They probably have this place surrounded.
Karnak glanced around the kitchen, looking for an alternate route then the door in the back. He was about to give up before he noticed a small hatch in the corner. He smiled as he opened it to look down into it. He was relieved when he found out they were maintenance corridors. He climbed the ladder down, and closed the hatch behind him.
The tunnel was dark and cramped. Several pipes lined the walls, leaving only a narrow passage for Karnak to move in. Some jutted out as well, as did many gauges and cranks to control their flow. It was made even trickier to navigate by the lack of lighting. Only a few emergency lights lined the ceiling, many now faded and other burnt out.
Karnak opened his Omni-Tool.
Time for Step two.
He opened his Comm-Link to Aegis's Emergency Channel. It would send notifications to everyone in the company, and could be opened by any of them.
"The 4-6 are making a slaughterhouse out of our territory! They just opened fire on the bar I was in, they're killing everyone! I need help now!"
He started to move through the narrow corridor as he spoke, waiting for someone to pick up and respond to his distress call.
My armor! I need that fucking armor!
Shots continued to rain down on the bar's countertop as Karnak took cover behind it. He didn't even know what was happening, except that he had been suddenly taken from his drink and forced to fight for his life. The others drinking nearby weren't so lucky. He could hear people screaming in agony, but many were already past that point.
It's a fucking slaughterhouse!
He took a deep breath to calm him self as he analyzed the situation. A group of armed people had marched into the bar to start shooting anything with a pulse. He had no idea who they were, but would place every credit he had on the 4-6.
Christ, they don't even have to aim to hit something.!
He looked down the bar and saw a door at the end leading to what he could only assume would be the kitchen.
Step one, get the hell out. Step two, warn Verahl. Step three, get armor and a decent weapon.
Karnark then quickly scurried behind the counter to the door. He simply ran through it as it swung open to him. It wasn't the kitchen he entered into though, but a small hallway leading between the two. He glanced down it and could see someone standing with their back turned to him. It was a human wearing a red and white armor, with a large machine gun firing in his arms. Karnak could hardly hear it over the gun fire and screams, but he was certain the human was laughing. A rage boiled inside of Karnak that he had to fight. It took every bit of his will to not use his pistol to take the bastard down.
You'll only be killing yourself Karn, you can get him later.
Karnak turned away from the brutality and pushed the door to the kitchen open. It was deserted. Half finishes dishes were left on stoves, plates were shattered on the floor, and the sink in the far corner was running, with its hose leaking water over the floor.
They probably have this place surrounded.
Karnak glanced around the kitchen, looking for an alternate route then the door in the back. He was about to give up before he noticed a small hatch in the corner. He smiled as he opened it to look down into it. He was relieved when he found out they were maintenance corridors. He climbed the ladder down, and closed the hatch behind him.
The tunnel was dark and cramped. Several pipes lined the walls, leaving only a narrow passage for Karnak to move in. Some jutted out as well, as did many gauges and cranks to control their flow. It was made even trickier to navigate by the lack of lighting. Only a few emergency lights lined the ceiling, many now faded and other burnt out.
Karnak opened his Omni-Tool.
Time for Step two.
He opened his Comm-Link to Aegis's Emergency Channel. It would send notifications to everyone in the company, and could be opened by any of them.
"The 4-6 are making a slaughterhouse out of our territory! They just opened fire on the bar I was in, they're killing everyone! I need help now!"
He started to move through the narrow corridor as he spoke, waiting for someone to pick up and respond to his distress call.
Meer slapped himself. He had been off in a little fantasy of how things might have gone if he had barged in on the shouting match. However, he was certainly not stupid enough to try such a thing in real life; Verahl had a short enough temper, he'd rather not be around when he finally blew up.
Basara sighed. "So help me, one of these days I'm signing up everyone here for anger management classes." He heard a quiet beeping coming from his arm, so he opened up his omnitool. The Aegis Emergency channel opened up, repeating Karnak's message. Basara ran up the stairs and burst into Verahl's room at a dead sprint. He nearly broke the door down. "Verahl! 4-6 is making a move!" He played Karnak's message from his omnitool.
"The 4-6 are making a slaughterhouse out of our territory! They just opened fire on the bar I was in, they're killing everyone! I need help now!"
"The 4-6 are making a slaughterhouse out of our territory! They just opened fire on the bar I was in, they're killing everyone! I need help now!"
Sadly, my computer got a nasty virus. I cannot access the internet at all, save for my altruistic friend lending me his computer.I'll post whenever possible.
Ocara sat bolt upright and reached for his pistol, but then fell backwards and let out a deep moan. An incredibly sharp pain had made itself known in his side and had forced him to lay down. He lay there for a few moments, letting the memories slowly return to him. He had gone to the bar, a fight had broken out and... Verhal had crossed the line.
Suddenly, he was broken from his thoughts by a gentle hand being placed upon his forehead, bringing him back down to 'Earth' and allowed him to collect his thoughts as he slowly moved his head to see Lexi sitting beside him, fixing him with a concerned look and a sad smile.
"Hey" he said after a while breaking the silence and before he knew it, Lexi was in his arms, embracing him.There were tears, but surprisingly, Lexi was not the one to supply them.
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They talked for a long while after that, until Ocara decided it was best if he had some time alone, to digest and consider what they had talked about.
And so he sat in his room, alone, Nag sitting dutifully beside him, like a tamed Varren sitting by its master, providing the comfort that Ocara needed. He had tried to help, tried to do right by the company and aid them. He had fouled up sure, but his intentions were right and thats all that mattered, right?
Yes, but Verhal had not seen that,he was refusing to see the good intentions, or even the semi-decent outcome. No, all he saw was the foul up and Ocara refused to work for someone that thought like that.
He spent the next five minutes gathering what little he had into a small bag, mostly little momentous and trinkets he had amassed over the years, all worthless to him now though, all empty. He laid his company armour on the bed and stood, looking over his bare room for a moment, before he shouldered his rifle and his bag.
"Cya" he muttered to himself, switching off his Omni-tool as it beeped, informing him of some useless message, before turning and exiting the room. He walked through the common room, saying farewell to all those who were present, ignoring whatever objections they might have made, as he continued his beeline for the stairs.
There was no use in lingering and wasting their time, he had made up his mind and he was resolute.
He was going to leave.
Suddenly, he was broken from his thoughts by a gentle hand being placed upon his forehead, bringing him back down to 'Earth' and allowed him to collect his thoughts as he slowly moved his head to see Lexi sitting beside him, fixing him with a concerned look and a sad smile.
"Hey" he said after a while breaking the silence and before he knew it, Lexi was in his arms, embracing him.There were tears, but surprisingly, Lexi was not the one to supply them.
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They talked for a long while after that, until Ocara decided it was best if he had some time alone, to digest and consider what they had talked about.
And so he sat in his room, alone, Nag sitting dutifully beside him, like a tamed Varren sitting by its master, providing the comfort that Ocara needed. He had tried to help, tried to do right by the company and aid them. He had fouled up sure, but his intentions were right and thats all that mattered, right?
Yes, but Verhal had not seen that,he was refusing to see the good intentions, or even the semi-decent outcome. No, all he saw was the foul up and Ocara refused to work for someone that thought like that.
He spent the next five minutes gathering what little he had into a small bag, mostly little momentous and trinkets he had amassed over the years, all worthless to him now though, all empty. He laid his company armour on the bed and stood, looking over his bare room for a moment, before he shouldered his rifle and his bag.
"Cya" he muttered to himself, switching off his Omni-tool as it beeped, informing him of some useless message, before turning and exiting the room. He walked through the common room, saying farewell to all those who were present, ignoring whatever objections they might have made, as he continued his beeline for the stairs.
There was no use in lingering and wasting their time, he had made up his mind and he was resolute.
He was going to leave.
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Yossar didn't wait for Verahl to give another order, he still hadn't followed the last, gun's ready, shields charged, and mobile. He ran upstairs to the common where he saw Ocara with a large back-pack coming down the stairs, he stoped and looked at Ocara before opening his mouth, " I don't really see how you'll kill anyone with your spare clothes."
"Perhaps I could use a shirt to smother someone" replied Ocara, not takin his eyes off of the stairs, focusing solely on putting one foot in front of the other as he made his way up. As he got closer to Yossar, he stopped a step away from him and looked up at him, fixing him with a much lower wattage smile than the kind Ocara gave people.
He patted him on the shoulder once, before breaking the gaze and stepping past him.
"Bye Yossar, its been good working with you, I'll be sure to write"
He patted him on the shoulder once, before breaking the gaze and stepping past him.
"Bye Yossar, its been good working with you, I'll be sure to write"
" Don't bother," Yossar said coldy, before charging up the stairs. He then went to his bed without giving Ocara another thought, there wasn't anytime, they were under attack. He pulled out his guns from the foot-locker first, laying them out on the sheet. First he checked their diagnostics before loading in a fresh clip. Next he dressed in his armor and then check to see if his biotics Amp was fully functional. Satisfied he went into the common room and waited for Verahl's next order.
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Ignoring Yossar's reaction, Ocara continued through the lobby, ignoring the frantic preparations going on around him and moving swiftly out of the front door, grabbing the final bottle of Turian booze from the bag he had set down on the floor earlier in the evening, he'd need it.
He emerged out into the cool Omega night once more, this time however, he was not going on some vain attempt to help anyone out, this he was doing for himself.
Raven watched Ocara go in silence, emotions running rampant through his mind. On one hand he felt he should stop him, Ocara had been a good friend and they worked well together. At the same time, they were now part of a war because of his actions, however noble they may have been. Stopping himself from following, he headed to the armory to grab his Shredder, Friend or not, he had people to protect and he would be damned if he didn't give them his all.
Okay, I am calling it right now:
Achilles In His Tent.
Achilles In His Tent.
Verahl:
It only took a couple minutes before the rest of the company was in armor and armed. Keith and Dray scrambled to help load the Gauntlet with medical supplies, while Liz ran off to the market.
Damn it, how much longer could this take?!
Verahl started pacing back and fourth in the lobby, waiting for everything to be finished. Every moment Karnak was isolated was a moment where he could be found and dispatched. He was yelling in his comm to Lux, telling him to head to Karnak's location.
"No, just get there now! If you're in armor you're going to be standing a hell of a lot better against them then him, so move!"
Keith passed by, running down to storage again.
"Get his armor as well."
Keith nodded and ran down the stairs to collect it. Verahl sighed and rubbed his brow, still having difficulty believing how their situation had just turned for the worst.
It only took a couple minutes before the rest of the company was in armor and armed. Keith and Dray scrambled to help load the Gauntlet with medical supplies, while Liz ran off to the market.
Damn it, how much longer could this take?!
Verahl started pacing back and fourth in the lobby, waiting for everything to be finished. Every moment Karnak was isolated was a moment where he could be found and dispatched. He was yelling in his comm to Lux, telling him to head to Karnak's location.
"No, just get there now! If you're in armor you're going to be standing a hell of a lot better against them then him, so move!"
Keith passed by, running down to storage again.
"Get his armor as well."
Keith nodded and ran down the stairs to collect it. Verahl sighed and rubbed his brow, still having difficulty believing how their situation had just turned for the worst.
Meer waited, suited up in his armor, freshly painted in the Aegis colors. All the thoughts of stupid interventions had been cleared from his mind, replaced by a bloodlust that could only be satiated by 4-6. He played a bit with his Revenant, calibrating the sights to adjust for weapon kickback. He watched Verahl pace back and forth. Several thoughts went through his head, of varying accuracy.
If it were a krogan in danger, he wouldn't be this upset.
If he'd have reacted sooner, there'd be a lot less dead civilians.
I'm still waiting for him to prove he's a real leader.
On the outside, however, he appeared as calm as a krogan heading into battle could be. In true form, he'd been among the first ready, though that backfired as he now stood around doing nothing, the same strings of thought running through his head again and again.
If it were a krogan in danger, he wouldn't be this upset.
If he'd have reacted sooner, there'd be a lot less dead civilians.
I'm still waiting for him to prove he's a real leader.
On the outside, however, he appeared as calm as a krogan heading into battle could be. In true form, he'd been among the first ready, though that backfired as he now stood around doing nothing, the same strings of thought running through his head again and again.
Verahl:
Verahl checked his Omni-Tool again to look at the time. He swore then looked at Raven.
"Get everyone on the ship, I'll be back in a minute."
With that he walked out of the lobby and onto the streets of Omega. Keith came back up the stairs at this point with Karnak's armor and rifle in his hands.
"Where the hell is he off to?"
Verahl checked his Omni-Tool again to look at the time. He swore then looked at Raven.
"Get everyone on the ship, I'll be back in a minute."
With that he walked out of the lobby and onto the streets of Omega. Keith came back up the stairs at this point with Karnak's armor and rifle in his hands.
"Where the hell is he off to?"
Raven sighed as Verahl walked away, shaking his head at how angry Verahl was. Is it just what happened with Ocara? Or is it because Karnak is the one in danger right now. When all this is said and done, we are going to have a long talk about his leanings. Moving toward the Gauntlet, he stood up onto the ramp before speaking, "All right people, let's get loaded up and ready to move. Give everything a last minute check while your at it. Remember, this is no simple mission, our district is a warzone and I'll be damned if I lose any of you to somekind of malfunction."
Sal checked her weapons Clear and her shields fully charged and no breaches. She thought at each observation. "I'm all clear Ray, and If I am lost to a malfunction, I'm a vorcha." She said with a nod. She had watched as Ocara left be let him leave her mind as he walked out the door. Innocent people and Ver's contacts were in trouble. She would couldn't live with herself if people would die and she could have prevented it. And Ver would make sure she didn't if they lost another member of the company.
"I'm locked, cocked and ready to rock." Yossar replied to Raven with his old army call by reflex, something about the anticipation of a fight made him act like he used to five years ago. He walked over to the Gauntlet and waited for the command to board. There was a smile on his face, small, but genuine, the first one he had shown since joining the Aegis.
From the ramp of the Gauntlet, Verahl could be seen hurrying down the street dragging a man in a white coat behind him. The man was obviously struggling, kicking and scraming to try and make Verahl let go of him. Liz wasn't too far behind either, yelling at the man.
When they got closer, and the voice finally heard, the doubt was killed in the company's minds.
"You fucking bastard! Put me down right now or I swear on my father's eternal spirit I'll---"
"Saint, you are coming with us, and if you don't help us, you'll be fixing your own broken knees by the end of the evening!"
With that Verahl tossed Saint onto the Gauntlet's ramp. Saint reluctantly strapped himself in, as Verahl took his seat.
"ETA five minutes, let's move."
With that, the Gauntlet rose over the district and took off towards Karnak's location.
When they got closer, and the voice finally heard, the doubt was killed in the company's minds.
"You fucking bastard! Put me down right now or I swear on my father's eternal spirit I'll---"
"Saint, you are coming with us, and if you don't help us, you'll be fixing your own broken knees by the end of the evening!"
With that Verahl tossed Saint onto the Gauntlet's ramp. Saint reluctantly strapped himself in, as Verahl took his seat.
"ETA five minutes, let's move."
With that, the Gauntlet rose over the district and took off towards Karnak's location.