May 18, 2021 5:03 AM
Theodora Ndikima Terentin, savior of the galaxy
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The ruins are, at least, not particularly sprawling in layout. And there aren't that many traps; most of the ones on the way to the main entrance, Arela already knows about.

"The trap I was in, I actually sprung on purpose," she explains absently. "Place was crawling with geth, and their attention didn't seem healthy - uh, watch out, archaeologist corpse. So I bubbled. We knew that trap wasn't fatal - too far into the ruins, if somebody got in that far we think they'd question them on their methods rather than wanting them dead immediately. So, I sprung the trap, the geth tried to blast me out of it and failed, and they left the ruins to await reinforcements with bigger guns or something. But you got here first!"

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"I am literally not paying her to say that." How's the big chamber? Hopefully not collapsed. Hate to have to blame someone for that.

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The big chamber is, at the moment, intact. However, dust is shaking loose from the ceiling. Arela accelerates subtly, leading them through the ruins at speed.

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Being literally the only person who knows where they're going doesn't mean you get to lead the way. Teddy keeps close, for securing-the-target reasons.

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By the time they reach the entrance to the ruins, the ground is shaking.

And there's a welcoming party just outside. A krogan with a massive gun, and another bunch of geth.

     "Well, look who finally popped her bubble," the krogan rumbles.

"Seriously?" Arela snaps. "This volcano is about to fucking explode. Do you really want to do this now?"

     "No time like the present," he grins nastily.

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"You'd think it would be harder to find people to work with geth."

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"Especially krogan," Warhead says with a vicious smile. "What's wrong, little boy? Don't you have a real krantt, not just a bunch of plastic toys with pop-guns?"

     He growls low in his throat. "I don't need a fucking krantt, hag. It's not the Rebellions anymore."

"Oh, it sure fucking isn't. You'd have charged offworld and gotten shanked by a salarian if you were around during the Rebellions. If that. Maybe you'd've made first contact with the volus and one of them would've shot you in the dick. Who knows?"

     He snarls and rushes forward, gun still clutched in his hands. Warhead laughs and swings her hammer into his side with a sickening crunch, then engages in the traditional grapple.

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Zanna flashes forward into the geth swarm before they can start firing, possibly desperate to regain her commander's approval.

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And Garrus starts firing his assault rifle in the enemy's general direction. "Finally, some action!"

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Garrus is for sniping. Ugh. Teddy pops her new rifle off of her back and drops out of easy visibility with active camouflage. Crouched, rifle propped on a rubble chunk, she begins spearing geth through their little flashlight eyes.

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Geth fly everywhere as Zanna throws biotic energy around. Then she makes a strangled noise of pain -

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- and she's flying back behind the line of fire.

And then the geth are floating.

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And Warhead takes the time out of her busy schedule to launch a shockwave towards them, creating a massive biotic explosion that doesn't really help the continued volcanic rumbling but does scrap the remaining geth.

Her opponent takes the opportunity to fire his shotgun into her center of mass. She grunts with pain and headbutts him, cracking his cranial plate down the middle.

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Well, that's a target. Pow. Krogan brains.

"Warhead, can you still run?"

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"Takes more than that to put me down," she grunts.

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"Zanna's not looking so hot, though," Arela grimaces. "Could one of you fine folks carry her? Asari aren't really built for endurance under heavy loads."

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"Fuck you, I'm always hot," Zanna grits out. She attempts to haul herself to her feet like a badass, and summarily keels over.

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Garrus picks her up, careful of the wound in her side. "Ready for evac, commander."

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"It's hot when your organs stay on the inside, officer." If Teddy had biotics she likes to think she would use them to fly. Would come in handy in situations such as this. "Haste, everyone. I'm not letting command of the Normandy default to Morty, he's a baby."

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"Roger that."

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They make it out of the volcano and get back to the Mako in plenty of time to drive it back to the landing site, where the Normandy's shuttle awaits, door down and ready for them to drive in. The volcano erupts as they're leaving atmo.

"Nice timing, Commander," Joker comments over the intercom.

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"Such is my way." She busies herself with first-order first aid on her injured. (Her injured human, anyway; Alliance boot camps don't cover much krogan anatomy, at least from a healing perspective.) Is the princess Arela behaving herself?

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Zanna's wounds are relatively basic - microscopic pellets of osmium moving at relativistic speeds entered her torso and left it in unfortunate condition. Nothing a dollop of medi-gel from her squadmates, followed by attention from a legitimate medical practitioner, can't fix.

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Yakhol seems pretty well-equipped to manage her own treatment; she turns on a small omni-blade, slices into herself, and starts magnetizing the microflechettes embedded in her flesh in preparation to pull them out. "A little blood loss is better than having half a pound of metal lying around in your organs," she grunts as she works. "-oh, hey, benign tumor. Let's get that out while we're in here."

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