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Ja'Far lifted himself from cover, Incisor held snug against his shoulder. He was met by the sight of Sicarius eliminating a man, blood spraying. He lowered his barrel and sighed in relief under his breath. [color=olive][b]"Amen."[/b][/color] He held his rifle in one hand as he descended down the ladder, seeing the situation in control. He was used to this kind of firefight, it was quick and efficient. There were no theatrics or silly business, no showboating. It was all strictly professional and he loved it, this was a team he could work with. Judging from the amount of explosions and gunfire he could hear in the distance, he would be uncomfortable amongst hotheaded powerhouses. He was used to working with common people, people who wouldn't even be blinked at in the galaxy, a blur in other's memories.

As his feet hit the floor, Ja'Far nodded at everyone in the room in approval. It seemed as though that the situation was finally stable and he could reach for a cigar. Being under fire never really affected him too much however he always had a cigar after a quick victory. Everyone was dispatched quickly and things were quieting down. He just hoped that none of their hostages had any ideas. Unfortunately, just as he was about to reach for the cigar, sirens went off and attention was directed to a middle aged Human fiddling with the consoles. Everything happened in quick succession, his weapon was held tightly in his hand, ready to fire if the situation went out of control. And indeed it did, as Anderson harshly shouted at the man, the ear-piercing screaming started.

[i]Husks[/i].

Trauma is a fickle thing. Sometimes, you wouldn't even recognise your trigger. You would have no reaction, no click in your brain and you would move on with your life. But there were situations in which the places fell exactly where they once was, it clicks immediately and you're taken back to the past, a dark place in your own history. Somewhere that you try and bury under happier memories, somewhere that most sane people would reel at the sight of. It is a strange thing, for it seemed to come at you in the most inconvenient at times, meaning that it was a massive fucking bitch.

It was a flood. The inorganic [i]screams[/i]. Comrades, worked with for decades of warfare. Through assassinations, terrorism, murder, mass slaughter, kidnappings. It was all justified because they were right next to him all the way. A friendly pat on the back, a gentle punch on the shoulder. Every step of the way, they were there. And now [i]dead[/i]. Dead bodies, his pistol aimed at his closest friend, the round flying. Tears upon tears streaking down his face, asking [i]why?[/i] Why did he have to go through this? Your brother impaled upon a spike, his screams piercing his heart as he hid. Like a [i]coward[/i]. Ja'Far stilled suddenly, his eyes glassing over before they returned to normal. He controlled his heartbeat to slow, calming himself down. The war was far away now, [i]they[/i] were with Athame and the Divines. No point in missing them if they were in paradise, one with the Goddess herself. He steeled himself, gripping his rifle a little tighter.

Ja'Far bit his inner cheek, swallowing spit. The sound left a bitter taste in his mouth. His people had been terrorised, traumatised and killed by these reaper creations. Dozens of world burned and scourged in Hegemony space, whole populations of Batarians and slaves were slaughtered. Everything he fought for was burned to the ground and stamped on. [i]Never forget[/i]. And Cerberus dared to treat these monsters as playthings? Disappointment came to mind, disdain directed towards these foolish, ignorant people. They were tampering with horrific monstrosities. They thought that they could escape in the chaos? Be would have shot them himself, unshielded scientists were easy targets for his Incisor.

Thousands of husks were currently zooming in on their location and the Boogeyman felt uncomfortable with the thought. The screaming intensified, his ears picking up the stamping feet of an uncontrollable horde. He was assigned to point, to support the newest member of the group, Alria. He felt no hostility against the order, she seemed like a capable Turian with CQC specialty. Someone he could support with his burst-firing Incisor with ease. He let her lead the way, his three eyes looking the team as they organised themselves. He could trust the rear-guard to hold themselves against the coming horde and for Phalanx to look over Rayes and the scientists. The Quarian had yet to prove himself in combat, despite his obvious proficiency with technology.

As husks came through an opposing entrance, Alria opened the first door into a hallway occupied by two husks. The first was dispatched quickly by the Turian while Ja'Far pulled his Carnifex away from his hip clamp. He raised the weapon's barrel with his right hand, twisting the pistol with his fingers. He started a battle prayer, praying to the Pillar of Redemption to bless his weapon. He fired twice while he marched, his Incisor held in his left. There would be no point in wasting precious Incisor ammo on one mere husk and in such close quarters within the hallways, a rifle would be clumsy. He stepped over it's corpse, ignoring the rolling head kicked away by his feet. Its eyes were wide, mouth agape in a silent scream.

They entered another room, a small mess hall with an exit opposing the doorway they had just came out of. He marched with purpose, clamping his Carnifex back onto his hip, shouldering his rifle. A group of husks swarmed from various other entrances, screaming and running towards them. He raised his Incisor and let Alria do her thing, covering the right of the group, pulling his trigger in a rapid succession. The recoil increased and rounds flew rapidly, some missing but most found targets, tearing inorganic flesh in packs. He noticed a scientist straying from the group but it seemed as though Phalanx had the situation in control.

He spotted a Cannibal amongst the horde, screaming much louder than the rest. He raised his Incisor and twisted his hip to face it's direction. Inhale. Three rounds entered it's skull. Exhale. He noted at how he could still see the Batarian underneath the ugly flesh. How it's movements were very similar to his own except different. They were always different, in a way that made it unnatural. He twisted his hips back to face forwards, wiping away such thoughts as he reloaded another heat sink. They were unnecessary, thoughts that should be meditated on but not in battle. Prayers should fill a Batarian's mind in the midst of battle, not useless observations.

They approached through the second hallway, three husks suddenly arriving. Ja'Far, with his rifle already shouldered, fired quickly at one, pulverising it's torso with a burst. Alria had taken a husk down and another that she had grappled with was executed by Phalanx. They entered a large cargo room with crates strewn around. A large swarm of husks screamed loudly, snarling and crying out to the group. They ran at the group, some blocking the intended pathway. The soldier snarled and pushed down any nervousness he found in himself, repressing it and turning himself into the cool visage of a soldier as he decided to cover for Alria and the mid-section of the group as they ran.

Marching towards the doorway, he emptied his clip at the coming horde as he walked, aiming his barrel in their enemy's vague direction. Once his Incisor warned him to place another heat sink, he pulled his pistol up and aimed, firing at closer husks with scary precision. He was a marksman at heart and valued accuracy over randomly spewing rounds at the enemy. Husks were felled all over the large room, their heads blown off by powerful Carnifex rounds as they neared closer towards them. As he was reloading, two husks lunged for him from the mass of bodies, one tackling his legs and another tackling his torso. He quickly let go of his pistol and reached for his sharp  interrogators knife, his back hitting the ground as he let himself fall.

[color=olive][b]"-the Pillar of Redemption shalt appease thine forgotten soul, miń child."[/b][/color] Ja'Far gripped the neck of the husk directly on his abdomen, reaching for it before slicing it's throat in an ugly wound. The knife shredded through the skin and he pushed his nearest assailant's dead body off of him. The other husk was killed by one of his comrades and he muttered a small thanks. He grabbed his pistol and clamped it as he stood, shoving the last scientist through the doorway as the horde snapped at their heels.

He entered through to the new room and looked at the defensible position the assault team seemed to have formed for themselves. He had caught on to the last tidbit of Rykarn's speech as he spun around, walking backwards as he fired at any figures of interest. Any marauders or cannibals were targeted first though only a few were downed before he had to reload. As he reached for another heat sink, he shouted over the orchestra of screaming. [color=olive][b]"I hast explosives within miń backpocket, I beseech miń commanders to consider sér Rykarn's suggestion! We shalt fall in these tunnels if there is no quick action, I canst place miń explosives miń self."[/b][/color] He slammed another heat sink into his Incisor, preparing another shot as he finally stopped next to the Assault Team's location.