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Gilvert & Ja’Far
”This would be an explosive start to a relationship between two very different people.”
Collab between @Leos Klien and @SgtEasy featuring @MrDidact


Giles looked down upon the field after he had destroyed the mechs head, it was only then did it dawn upon him that Ellis was actually very close to the YMIR mech, and if he got caught within its blast radius after taking the damage he had took from the turrets, only meant that he’d be annihilated, his armour wouldn’t be able to sponge the resulting blast from a YMIR mech.
Once again though, Giles didn't really care for the hunk of turn-cloaking metal that was slumped on the ground, he did however begin to care slightly when that asari tried to save him; losing Ellis was one thing, but losing another teammate over him was pathetically low.

The cue for it’s detonation was the missing beat of the seemingly constant beeping it was emitting at its last moments, it was a very silent second that seemed to drag on for minutes.
All of the cold air that filled the dark and dank tunnels was sucked inwards towards the mech just before it was blasted back outwards in an almost fiery wind, the explosion itself was a lot larger than the first YMIR mech he had ever seen detonate in this fashion, it appears Hahne-Kedar had updated its Thermonuclear based core, maybe replacing it altogether with something Eezo based, Giles knew that the “iconic” mushroom cloud that actually boosted this things sales could also be created from a manipulation of mass effect fields, hence how the Cain did it.

When the YMIR mech finally detonated, it seemed as if Ellis and the others were reasonable distances from it - it went up in a cascade of molten hot metal, burning white hot and being flung around the old derelict tunnel network leaving behind the visage of a mushroom cloud, it has scarred the interior of the cerberus base that it been in; causing its once bleach white walls to look charred black, scorch marks exited the base itself and made the entrance into the tunnel look like the maw to some fantastical beast. 
The tunnel itself shook slightly causing dust to fall from the ceiling; the tunnels were sturdy though, it’d take more than that to topple them.

When the comms opened and the news of 2,000 husks came through, Gilvert bagen to stock up and mvoe forward.
Husks were unarmoured and unshielded cannon fodder for the reaper armies, he would not waste a precious thermal clip on them; he had other means to deal with these beasts.

Giles moved forward after placing his rifle on his back, moving forward swiftly, but carefully - he stopped and took cover at the midway point, next to Aegon, their supervisor. 
"Permission to use some of these explosives sir, they'll make short work of the horde below, small chance of some friendly fire, but a few shrapnel burns is something easily fixed with medi-gel."

Aegon sighed internally,  "I thought you were tired of friendly fire? If you want to put explosives down scope, minimize the collateral damage, I want you front and center then; as close as possible without putting yourself or anyone else at risk. A minor wound might be a small inconvenience that snowballs into a disaster. Mitigate the risks." 

Giles smiled slightly, being told to go "danger close" was something he had actually hoped for "Mitigate the risks, got it - I'll make sure that those husks only make it into the tunnels in bits and pieces, one last thing - which is the priority, a few dead comrades and/or scientists, or this horde getting out of the tunnels? If worst comes to worst, I want to know what you want doing about it; because I'll do it if it needs to be done."
His smile had gone now, 2,000 husks couldn't be released above ground, they had to be dealt with here, but it was a tall order - if need be sacrifices had to be made, that possibility had to be accounted for.

The Spectre answered without hesitation  "Those husks will not leave this place, we'll stop them here and hold as long as possible. If it comes to it, if they overwhelm us, make sure this place is buried. But only after someone escapes with the scientists and the data we retrieved. We need the intel, and if they die here; all of this will be for nothing." 

With a nod Giles vaulted the cover; Locust in his hand in case he had to deal with any Husks, he dashed past members of his own assault team and the exiting members of infiltration team stopping near the entrance to the Cerberus facility.

Ja’Far pulled the trigger, exhaling as his shot brought down the target in his sights. It was a troublesome marauder, one of the few real threats that would pose a danger towards the combined forces of Taskforce Katabasis. However, before he could fire another shot, he saw as a shield was put between the entrance and the Taskforce’s current location. ”I give miń thanks, comrade Salissa!” He could recognise an opportunity when he saw one and so he put his rifle away, gritting his teeth. He was hesitant with using his explosives, they were valuable and quite powerful for their small disc-shape size, used mostly for causing chaos during covert operations within bases such as these. Unfortunately, it seems that they would be necessary for the task ahead.

As he began to take them out however, he saw as the green Drell known as Giles ran towards the very same entrance he had planned to blow. Connecting the dots between the fact that he was a presumed explosives expert and that he was running to the same destination, Ja’Far hurried faster. He ran towards the entrance and stopped where Giles had halted, tapping the Drell on the shoulder. ”Comrade Giles, correct? Canst I accompany thee on thine explosive task?” He held out his sticky grenades, things that made a destructive enough explosion for the task at hand. He looked forward to working with the alien next to him, Gilvert reminded him of an old friend from ages past.

A bit psychotic, very fond of explosives and incredibly green. A combination that seemed to prove troublesome in the past but immensely entertaining. The Boodeyman predicted that he would enjoy working with this unnerving Drell.

As Giles made it to the front he had realised that the Asari; not the crazy one, had set up a modified shield generator of sorts, it was holding the Horde of husks back, but not for long was the general consensus.
Placing his locust away he opened his satchel, and began planning in his mind what setup would be the best for maximum effectiveness. 
During this moment the Batarian from the Infiltration team came up to him and offered support.
He smiled when Ja’Far held his hand out with a few grenades, they looked like the sticky ones, effective for lone targets or very tight groups of enemies.
They’d be useful here, but alas they would wilt in comparison to Giles’ own payload.

Giles responded to the Batarian “Thanks for offering your own supply Ja’far, but my own will more than suffice. But by all means you can aid me in their placement, may as well share the glory, huh?”
He activated his omni tool and switched his Lift grenade to a Multi-frag and stored it, before switching to Cain mines.
With a practised hand he coded and dispensed 10 Cain mines in as many seconds; handing them to Ja’far, small disks they were, but they packed the biggest punch out of his entire arsenal.
“Place them strategically, the structure will already be compromised after the YMIR mechs detonation, with enough explosives it will collapse and make a fitting tomb for those trapped inside- they’re coded to prime when placed, and will activate by my own hand, so the heroic Salissa in front of us can live to tell the tale.”

Giles moved his attention back to his omni-tool and began making 5 more cain mines and 5 recon mines - both would pack a significant punch, he just hoped it would do the job, this was almost half of his mines he had in his satchel; if this failed, he wouldn’t be sure he would have enough to deal with any survivors.

Ja’Far began to place charges all over the entryway, taking Giles’ advice and placing them in a strategic way. He spaced them out, making sure that the resulting explosions would be as efficient and destructive as possible without being concentrated enough that it would bring down the whole city down on them. He had worked demolition jobs before, breaching doorways or setting traps. He was no specialist but he knew his way around explosives. He couldn't help but feel a sort of nostalgia rise up within him as he worked alongside the Drell, feeling the professionalism and almost artist-like care the man alongside him had when he placed the explosives. He was so similar to his old friend that it almost made his eye wet.

Fortunately, that didn't happen and Ja’Far finished placing all the mines he had been given, tapping Giles on the shoulder as he finished as well. He addressed both him and Salissa, opening the squad radio ”Let us go, miń friends. We must go back and hold our ground for now. Salissa, on Gilvert’s count, thou must drop the shield and we run. I prithee that the others support us from any pursuers.” He looked at the little pause in the fighting due to human’s shield however he could already see the shield breaking under the pressure of the hold. It was time for the slog now, the fierce defence to keep their lives. He reloaded his Incisor once more and calmed his breathing, looking over to the prepping Drell.

”Thou art another marksman? I pray that thine skill over explosions is the same with thine skills of sniping. Canst I beseech of the a friendly competition? How about thou, Phalanx? See who is the best marksman?” Ja’Far made the joke over the radio, making sure that everyone could hear it on comms and hoping that his leaders could understand the reasoning behind it. Kill counting was a good way to relieve any nervousness when it came to fighting insurmountable odds, friendly competition never hurt anyone and could create deep friendships. If they survived this encounter that is, something that he began to doubt. 

Gilvert began placing the mines in the places that Ja’Far had not, they didn’t have a great deal of surface area to deal with, as well as the fact that they had the horde of husks bearing down on them, it was a stressful but of mine placement, intense to a level that Giles could feel the pressure above the sense of excitement he always had during these moments.

It didn’t take long but both him and Ja’far had placed every mine handed out, they littered the hallway, small disks that gave off intermittent red flashes of light, they were primed, but not armed.
Their resident bulwark, the human, would have to leave first and clear the blast radius lest she be added to the death toll of these bombs. Unfortunately, the shield suddenly broke and all hell broke loose. The Krogan Skarr had barrelled forward towards them, seemingly zoning in on Salissa. Ja’Far shouted out towards Giles in warning, raising his rifle and fired three successful bursts into two husk abdomens, starting a steady retreat backwards. He saw as the resident Drell did the same, firing into the horde, taking a trio of rambling cannon fodder. He muttered quietly under his breath, prepping another shot as the wave of enemies advanced towards them, targeting the head of an approaching Cannibal.

”Two for miń score.” Ja’Far pulled the trigger, the Cannibal’s head flying backwards, a quick breath of satisfaction was released. ”Make that three.”

Things had gone south, the barrier had broke and the horde pushed forward with mindlessness that was so typical of these now leaderless reaper creations.
Ja’Far had posited the idea of a friendly contest of who can take down the most Husks, but alas, it was woefully one sided, Giles held the detonator to the explosives so the day was his before it even begun.
It was an interesting idea though, so long as he didn’t state this to the artist, on another mission he may take this contest up.

Having fallen back to a reasonably safe distance, it merely befell the rest to do the same, and the spectres to give the command.
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