[i][color=palegreen][b]Drono[/b][/color] Engineering/Main Generator Complex.[/i]

Drono was not a happy camper by nature. A bit of a lose canon, yes. Easy to crack jokes and act blase yes. But deep inside, there was the sour, slowly withering part of him that only lived to see his old friend Yestin dead and everything came second to that. Mostly, he just hated rain. So it was a resigned, grumpy Drono who stood staring at the spire like construction in front of him. The generators, bless their creators soul, was on base level. But, in order to get them to stop spazzing, he would have climb and decouple a bunch of wires. An actual engineer stood at the base of the structure, squinting. 

[color=palegreen]"That looks mighty bad. You should do something.[/color]" Brono said conversly to the man. The man looked over at Drono, raising a eyebrow.       

"Who are you? How did you even get in here."

"[color=palegreen]I have an engineering pass. Don't worry.[/color]" Drono shot back, in the kind of calm [i]'I belong here'[/i] tone that was half the con. 

The man accepted it with a shrug. "I won't do shit with thunder and rain about. That'd be fucking suicide." 

"[color=palegreen]We kinda need the generators to stop spazzing out.[/color]"

"Why? The only systems that really messes up are the terminals. And they are fitted with resets to not corrupt the data or risk shortcircuiting."

"[color=palegreen]Yeah....[/color]" Drono said as he slid his knife out of its sheathe. "[color=palegreen]Sorry about this man. Really am.[/color]" Drono smashed the butt of the knife in the back of the engineers head. And then again to keep him down. Looking up at the spire, he swore under his breath and began climbing.

Luckily for Drono, he was a natural climber. He had loved climbing things as a kid, and his new profession had given him plenty of practice as an adult. Unluckily, it was slick metal with sharp edges in every groove. The little ladder they fastened to the side was hardly a ladder at all. Just rounder, lesser abrasives groves in the construction. He climbed slowly but doggedly, flinching every time lightning struck. By the time he was all the way up to the point where the couplers were knocked lose. he actually prayed briefly. It turned out that the repair was the easier part. Getting down however, proved a even slower process. As he got all the way down, he noticed the engineer was starting to move again. He punted the poor bastard to put him down to sleep again.

"[color=palegreen]Done here. Please tell me you can get it fixed now. I don't like water. I can feel the bloody keppler syndrome already.[/color]" He said into the com. That's when he accidentally bumped into a wayward patrol. He had forgotten about them. 

"Who are you?"

[color=palegreen]"Uh."[/color]

"Show us your Id now, or you are dead Drell." The man lifted his gun. Drono did the thing he always did. He smiled. 

[color=palegreen]"Why certeinly!![/color]" he said, producing the borrowed badge. The man took it. In the split second it took him to look at the badge and the second it took for him to deduce it wasn't dronos, drew his executor into a hip shot. Punching a hole in the mans thigh and sending him screaming to the ground. Another bullet put a stop to the screaming but now all pretense of stealth was gone for the Drell. He winced as he heard shouting of other coming to look up the commotion. Breaking out to a sprint, he headed for where their resident Krogan should be. 

"[color=palegreen]I really hope you got your shit working Dex.[/color]" He yelled trough the come, ducking behind a buggy as he entered the vehicle bay. He got to work imminently, loosening tires and all but totaling the engines of every vehicle that he could access.