[color=92278f][h2][center]Sicaria Velinian[/center][/h2][/color]
Secaria nodded to Aegon's response to her quite hostile inquiry, along with a incoherent grumble.  She saw the logic in his words, and it would be more effective to smear the Party before killing it off, but that removed the gratification of destroying what was effectively a political cult.  Well, the instant gratification anyway.  But if one of them went for a gun, she was taking the head off the poor asshole that made that mistake.

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a powerful human voice behind her, prompting the Turian to pivot and drop on her left knee while she pulled her Phaeston from the magnet that held it firm to her right shoulder blade.  The weapon unfolded with the barrel pointed straight at the intruder, ready to kill if necessary.  The Phaeston, while not as powerful as the M-76 Revenant, was far more accurate, and was generally considered the ultimate balance of firepower and hit ratio.  Luckily, it didn't come to a shootout as the Geth stepped between them, managing to defuse the situation by what would've been a heartwarming moment had it not been for the possibility of death in the coming moments.  Without a word, the Turian cautiously stood up and holstered her weapon once again, giving the human a once-over.  From what she had seen beneath that cloak she wore, she had dual prosthesis and had seen better days, but was still tough, or stupid enough to square off with an entire room full of killers.  Today would be more interesting than she initially thought, for sure.

Soon after this, the teams departed, Sicaria leaving with Anderson and company to engage in a stealthier approach.  Unfortunately for her, she wasn't exactly geared towards espionage, but she was certainly capable of moving quietly.  The biggest issue for her was a lack of suppressed weaponry, so she was forced to rely entirely on her omni-blades until something went wrong... which assumed was why she was tagging along here.  So for the moment, as the lone armored individual, she brought up the rear of the squadron.

After about half-an-hour of near-silent travel later, the group came upon a fissure in an otherwise solid wall, and Anderson wasted no time explaining how it was believed to get there.  The Turian honestly couldn't care less of how it formed, all that mattered was that it existed and it made the mission that much easier for the infiltration team.  As Ja'Far and Phalanx appeared determined to be the last ones to squeeze through the crevice, Sicaria decided to slip on through following the Quarian Rayes'Xum.  For her, it was a tight fit despite being two inches shorter than the Spectre that lead them, mostly due to the collar that all Turians possessed.  After a long moment, she emerged one the other side, her armor only slightly scratched up around her neck from the passage.

In this moment, the insider that had already found her way inside and killed a Cerberus operative was introduced by their commander... and she was something.  Alria, that was her name, and she was visibly younger than Sicaria.  Not by much, but the thinner and more lithe figure did hint at some gap in age.  Not to say that Sicaria wasn't without her charms, but this girl... she was something else entirely.  Far more limber, definitely more flexible, and attractive to boot.  Her voice also left nothing to be desired, it was like a song as she spoke of murdering that poor guard in cold blood.  It's wasn't love at first sight, but it was an attraction for a night of passion, and maybe something that Vetia would get involved in, too.

The Turian shook her head and blinked, snapping back to reality as the team kept moving further into the base, a command being given to have their weapons out from now on.  Rather than draw her rifle once again, she swapped to the shotgun affixed to her lower back.  The M-11 Wraith was a lightweight shotgun, variant of the Cerberus-made M-22 Eviscerator, and was very much illegal in Citadel space.  She had come across it on the black market on Omega and bought it up quickly, and she had held onto it through the Reaper Invasion thanks to how dire the situation was.  Now, she had it kept it under another name to avoid its discovery, and it proved fruitful now.  Surely a weapon that came preloaded with serrated metal chunks that tore through just about everything was going to be useful on this mission.  Given things got seedy, anyhow.

The crew moved into the server room, taking cover and assuming positions out of sight of those stationed here.  From what she could tell, the only sizable force here consisted entirely of LOKI mechs, which played to her strengths.  Overload one and two would fall, freeze possibly a dozen of them from how close they were all packed together, shatter them with a tech burst from the armor... this wouldn't be overly difficult unless one of the scientists here called for back-up.  

The sounds of distant gunfire suddenly started to pepper the ears of all present, and the action started.  One of the mechs went down in a quick second by Ja'Far's hand, followed by Rayes moving in and beginning his data collection process.  Sicaria was about to follow in his wake and subdue the researchers, though Alria beat her to the punch with a level of showmanship.  This was like a master at work... a sexy, almost lewd work that resulted in four of the eggheads on the ground in moments.  All the while, the other Turian felt the blood rush to her face and a hot trickle run down from the right side of her nose and stop at her lip.  [color=92278f]"That has got to be one of the greatest things I've ever seen..."[/color]  Following that display, she noticed a large number of the mechs had begun to run off towards the main fighting to leave the infiltrators a near empty room with some science-types on the floor.

Remembering her orders, she moved in with her shotgun raised, giving it a threatening cock to those left in the area.  As an enforcer for the Blue Suns, she had learned how to influence a crowd with her presence alone and manipulate them into submission, and this situation was no different.  [color=92278f]"Unless you want a leg cut off, you'll get on the ground and lay still!  I see an omni-tool go on, and I'll start slicing fingers off."[/color]  With any luck, she wouldn't have to follow up on that threat, and these men and women would be easy hostages.  Worse came to worst and someone decided to be a hero, she'd shut them up herself if need be.

On a side note, she gave Alria an approving nod, not realizing part of her face was now stained a pleasant blue from the slowly calming nosebleed.