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Gilvert, Alria and Ethan in the Aftermath.


Giles wasn't without aid for too long, the other Krogan; the one who liked to swing his hammer around and crush husks with it like they were pieces of paper came to the rescue, of sorts, and he praised him for his capability to kill husks with nothing but his foot.
The massive Krogan lifted his hammer up, which was still covered in goo from his last kill and pushed apart two large pieces of rock that allowed Giles to move a bit more freely. 
He was about to thank him before Salissa vaulted her way over to him, and helped remove more rubble, allowing her to apply some med-gel; he was still covered but at least the pain was dealt with, slightly.
" Uggh, thanks you two, I didn't really fancy being buried alive I hear it's not a nice way to go."

Alria kept her head low and waited until the inevitable boom came, radiated and shaking the tunnel, though thankfully her helmet sheltered her ears from any real damage and discomfort. Still wanting to make sure things had settled at least partially she stayed in cover until the vibrations and rumbles had died down. Electing to peek her head up and see what was going on she noticed that the battle field had changed quiet a bit. With the tunnel leading into the Cerberus base destroyed they were left safe, but also buried and covered in dust and rubble.

One such person that was near her was the Drell she knew was on the team but had yet to meet given her place on the infiltration team. Looking around to first make sure the coast was clear she vaulted out of cover and deftly traversed the uneven ground towards her ally. Yet before she could ask if he was still breathing he answered her question by speaking about how he'd rather not go out in this way... Which makes perfect sense to her.

"Sit still, I'll get you out." She said to him, already propping herself body length in a crevice to use her legs and full body to torque a large and broken piece of ceiling from off the trapped Drell. It was rough and really she was having a lot of trouble with it, but at least it was moving... if only a tiny bit.

Two rescuers quickly became three when one of the Turian females from the infiltration group came over, she began using her body as a lift to remove what hopefully would be the last bit of rubble needed for him to get free.
Her efforts weren't in vain, he could begin to shuffle his body a bit and began worming his way out of what was no beginning to be a hole from his prison.
It felt like crawling through fire, each movement he made hurt the medi-gel only slightly numbing it "Keep at it I'm nearly free..." His voice was pained, every word took effort to say.

Alria kept up the pressure and while it was taxing it gave the Drell an out and before long he was free which left her the chance to relax and let the rock drop, deeper than it had originally been into the now empty space. With a huff and a moment to gather herself she swiftly got herself out of the crevice and back on top of the rubble, looking at the now free Drell through her visor. He seemed hurt, but stable and alive.

That was about when Anderson came around to reem Salissa a bit and Alria just kept to her own business, checking not only herself and her own gear to make sure she had all of her things intact and accounted for, but also to make sure that her allies could make it out of the cave on their own, "Are you okay?" She started to ask the Drell, still not really knowing his name, "Can you get out on your own?"

Giles was about to thank everyone for their aid before Anderson came over to the small group and gave Salissa a verbal beating for her comments on the Reaper war, they were a tad bit insensitive...
The call went out that their operation had come to a close and the other members of the task force began filing out of the ruined tunnels.

Looking towards the Turian who had done the last push and freed him he gave a cough before replying. " I'll live, I think..." Placing his left arm on a nearby bit of rubble he lifted himself up off the ground with difficulty, but he could stand, if not exactly stable in his stance.

Seeing the Drell fight to stand and maintain his upright posture Alria dashed ahead to support and help however she could. After all this Drell was now her ally and that in turn meant she didn't want to see him suffer more than he had to.

The Turian now aided his footing as well as removing him from the rubble from earlier, he almost forgot what it was like to have allies like this; his old merc group would have just been slung over the Krogans back like a satchel of rags.
"Thank you, again...Sorry, I don't believe we've met, my name is Gilvert Somner, or just Giles, whatever suits you best, and in answer to your previous question, probably not; just need to grab my satchel before we leave, it's over there somewhere.
Giles gave a sweeping motion of his hand as a gesture towards where had dropped it earlier, he could leave it... it didn't seem worth staying in this area just to pick up something he could easily replace.
" Ah screw it, lets just get out of here before the tunnel collapses or something."



Alria continued to support the Drell as he spoke, listening to him give a name, "Name's Vicrinus, Alria Vicrinus." She said in response, focusing more on getting her ally to safety and when he spoke of his satchel she was about to advise against it unless he had some irreplaceable in it, though he beat her to the punch.

So with Giles she started to make her way towards the exit, looking to follow suit with the rest of her team to make it to the light of the sun. The trek wasn't exactly quick, mostly due to the state of her ally, but that didn't bother her. She'd just rather make sure that he made it to the top in one piece.

Then once out in the light of the sun she took stock of what changed and the answer was a lot. A building had collapsed in on itself most likely from their actions down below. Though with a open sky above their heads Alria helped to guide Giles to a seat, making sure he wasn't about to get a worsening condition due to the action packed event they just went through.

The journey to the surface wasn't smooth although it was considerably easier on Giles' body thanks to Alria, she supported him all the way to the outside world,and into the the soothing sunlight, the stark contrast for being in the murky depths of the tunnels however straight into the bright light made him squint but it was nice to be out of that godamned hell hole.
As Alria helped him to a seat the gravity of what the mines had done really hit home, one of the buildings that laid on top of the area where the mines had went off had sunk into the ground.
The area around them was swarming with personnel from the Systems Alliance whom were prepping for a rescue mission.

It as at this time that the entire group had collected and Anderson addressed them all on their new tasks, as well as some bad news.
They all seemed to impress in one way or another as the Spectres decided to keep them all on for their task force; they were to meet at the designated co-ordinates in 24 hours on the dot; or they will be left behind.
The bad news finally arrived when they discovered that their actions had resulted in the deaths of numerous civilians, and potentially the deaths of even more unless the rescue operation was a success; none of the task force were required to do anything about it, it was merely a result from their actions which inevitably were more important than the lives of a few civilians.
It was a pity to hear about it, but it didn't really affect Giles too much, sometimes a few must die so that the majority may live.
It was merely the way things worked.

"A pity to hear about that, but far more would have died had we not done what we did..." Giles said in a low voice towards Alria.

Alria was looking over Giles just to check and apply some more medi-gel or wrap his wounds with the little bit of field medicine she knew when Anderson came around. It was good to know that despite all of the hiccups and unseen factors that played into the mission they still all made it out with a job well done. Though the lack of insight was more of a logistics issue, which wasn't her fault, so all in all she was happy with the outcome.

Though that's when the hard news hit and outwardly she didn't show too much emotion. Though on the inside she felt hurt. It was one thing to have incapacitated casualties. You know, the kind that can recover and go back to their lives and it's another thing to know the extent of the damage, but living it like this didn't sit right with her. Giles had his opinion and while she did partly agree it didn't make the realisation any less hard.

It was at that point that she left Giles alone to reach up to her helmet, pressing a few buttons and twisting it slightly before it came off to reveal her incredibly young face. "They didn't deserve this, but far more could have been harmed if we did anything different." She said not only in response to Giles, but also to Anderson. "I wish I could help, but this isn't what I know. I'm out of my element to help these people and as much as I wish to..." She continued starting to trail off clearly thinking for a few moments, "This is something for professionals. They know what to do and how to do it. Are you okay Giles? I can help you to where you need to go if you aren't."

Ethan's rush that he always got from a fight hadn't quite abated, making him livid to hear that the battle was over already. No banshees? Brutes? Harvesters? Where was the fun in killing your average, crappy husk? Couldn't Cerberus have made something...better? Like they had on Omega? Destroying something like that would have sated him quite nicely.

Then again, he was tired. The sheer volume of flares he had thrown around have drained him a great deal, and he never felt satisfied when he was tired. It was a very annoying habit of his.And yet, all the flares had been wasted because some bloody Drell managed to one-up him!
He really wanted to find somewhere to take a nap, but Anderson had called a meeting of the Spectres, and, being part of their little group, meant he HAD to join them. 

Y'know, because it wasn't as if they were able to communicate remotely.

Still, he listened intently as Anderson spoke, ignoring the others there as they helped each other, and whatnot. He didn't know a thing about field medicine, and he really didn't feel like talking to people after that Turian ignored him so rudely earlier. Finally, Anderson got to a rather...unpleasant point. The biotic's eyes widened, and his mouth tightened slightly before he swore quietly under his breath, quickly hoping no one would hear that. He was about to immediately make his excuses and leave, only to hear something that piqued his interest. 

 "Indeed."  he smiled, looking at the Turian and the Drell. "How many people do you think we saved today? If all those husks got out... I'm not really sure I would like to think about that. And I hear we captured Cerberus people down there. Interrogation should be interesting." 
He laughed a little, something very unlike him.
"Stop worrying about who you couldn't save, we all did fine. And there are people to help the civilians, they don't need you." 
He turned to the Drell.
"...Nice job with the mines."  he said, a flicker of annoyance passing over his face, as if saying it had been like squeezing an inconvenient favour from him.

Alria seemed to be an adequate medic, at least for basic field dressings, Giles always seemed to butcher them up when he did them himself; the second application of medi-gel brought a soothing warmth over his body as the double dose set in, the pain didn't seem to be there anymore more like just a dull ache.
Giles was about to respond to her before he got a good look at her face, it was... difficult to discern age in a Turian, especially the men, the women seemed to acquire harder edges as they aged in their carapace like features but he could tell from his experience in dealing with Turians over the years that she was very young.
She must be proud? Or maybe humbled at being picked by Spectres for a mission, it took a lot to impress them after-all, but maybe the reaper wars brought out the best in the young ones; or alternatively the worst, as a prime example seemed to show itself naught but moments after Alria finished talking.

This human was another face he did know, but it was clear he was a taskforce member, another young one too.
He seemed to be arrogant, and typically people who laughed at the prospect of interrogation weren't the most stable, he knew a few Batarians like that and they had some really dark streaks in them, whenever someone gets a rush out of inflicting pain to others they're not going to be very nice, that much was certain.
Insensitive was another one, had Anderson overheard those words this young boy would have tasted the back end of a N7 gauntlet.

"I would be careful how you say things... whoever you are... there will be people who won't find your words very kind, and amongst a group like this, that's a quick way to end up missing a limb, if you're lucky.

Alria wasn't particularly happy at the moment, but she was quickly getting happier as things started to wind down on their end. At least she was getting happier until the obnoxiously familiar voice of that Human came back around. She still didn't even know his name yet and already twice he's seemed to go out of his way to say something stupid to her. If he was trying to make friends he was only making her want to hit him... and that seemed like it was getting more and more likely. Still despite his insulting and obnoxious words she kept a level head; though her growing smile vanished from her face. "What's wrong with you? Getting off on the idea of pain and saying shit like that? Do you even think about what you say? Or do you just enjoy putting your foot in your mouth?" She posed to him, turning to face the bothersome, smug Human. "If you don't mind... and even if you do, would you go find somebody else to harass?" She finished, really just trying to separate herself from this Human.

Turning back to Giles she finished up to bandages and double checked them, not paying attention to the Human and hoping that he'd take the heavy handed hint she gave him. To try and refocus on less annoying things she started to speak to Giles again, reaffirming her question, "Do you need help? I can help you, trust me."

"No, I don't take pleasure from pain. I take pleasure in causing as little of it as possible, it from a certain point of view." 

Ethan looked at the Drell, then the Turian with confusion in his eyes, with his mouth tightening again, with them being the only things betraying the personality in his head. He started at them for five seconds, ten, fifteen, before he finally spoke.
"...I've offended you."  he said simply, stating the complete obvious before he spoke again.
"...I..."  he croaked, struggling to get the words out. "A...pologise. I meant no offence. I believed you had some form of...guilt over what happened today."  He shook his head.
"I believe we have gotten off on the wrong foot, as...some say. Might i have your name?"

Giles thanked Alria once again for her aid, she was proving to be quite the ally, he would have to pay her back for this, somehow.
 "Well, as you've said yourself, there's little else we can do here, barring the aptitude at clearing rubble in the search for people, I'm in no shape to be back in there... I was planning on getting some drinks after this mission, as a wind down, I suppose we could still, if you're up for it? Raise a glass to the fallen, that's the best we can do for them."
Going for drinks seemed slightly improper given the situation, but it had been a tradition he and his merc group had done for over 20 years, without fail, when they lost someone drinks were raised in their name, when they pulled off a difficult mission they were raised merrily, it had been something they always done, and to stop now... it didn't feel right.

Turning his head away from Alria he looked at the human, it was entirely possible that this naive boy had merely said the wrong things that had meant to come out differently in his head, it was easy to do; if that was the case he deserved at least a  second chance.
Although for his health it would probably be better if he stayed away from Alria for a while, she would probably unleash a good beating upon him if he stayed anywhere near her.
And Giles was in no position to stop that from occurring.

"I'm Giles, and you?"

Alria looked a bit confused at the Human's words. While they didn't seem genuine she could help but notice how hard it was for him to say them. That in turn let her know that maybe while he was an enormous ass, he wasn't rotten to the core. Still she wasn't ready to forgive him, but he'd have to learn her name eventually so she could at least give him that, "Vicrinus." She said curtly, clearly still somewhat pissed at the Human.

Still though, Giles gave his answer and she had an offer to contend with. She wasn't much of a drinker, but was sure a bit of a partyer. Of course Giles wasn't in the proper partying shape, but drinks and parties tended to sit hand in hand regardless. "I could go for a drink. You buying?" She posed to the Drell, more curious about his answer than anything and it was shown by the playful smirk on her lips.

Ethan nodded at both the Drell and the Turian. At least they seemed both willing to talk now, it seemed apologising had worked. He should have probably tried that more often in the past. Would have saved a whooooole lot of trouble before.
"Ethan Sartiel." He introduced himself.  "Lieutenant, that is. My rank. At least, I think it is. I'm not sure what I'm referred to as now. I don't know if spectres use ranks or anything." 
He scratched his head. Even he could see the awkward situation now, and decided to blurt out the first thing he could think of.
"...so....drinks, huh? May I attend?" 

Giles returned the smile Alria gave and responded with " Well I suppose I do owe you for all those bandages you spent on me, so yeah I'm buying; just go easy on my pocket okay? I know a decent place that sells Dextro-Amino acid stuff, so you can drink without tossing your guts up on the table. The prices are alright as well, the Landlord gives me good prices since he knows me and my old Merc band."

It turned out that the human was known as Ethan, and somehow he had managed to acquire the rank of Lieutenant, strange since he didn't seem like officer material, although the reaper war did manage to create a vacuum of officer positions, war always did, people ascend the ranks faster to replace them and as a result the quality of them declines.
The fact that Ethan wanted to go with them to get drinks however was slightly concerning, the thought of alcohol in these two would only mean things would turn nasty, eventually.
But he didn't say anything for the time being, no doubt Alria would do that for him.

Alria heard Giles first and his confirmation of some free drinks. It was kind of cute how he worried about his wallet, but it was unneeded. She didn't need much to get silly and she wasn't looking to get silly. So she'd only gouge him for one, then maybe get her own is she felt like it. At least that was her plan.

However that is when the Human spoke up to reveal himself as Ethan... and that he apparently wanted to join them. Spirits... Why can't this day just have a good moment to it's name? "I know you said you're sorry, but you've already insulted me twice. And even then that apology sure didn't feel genuine... So why do you think I'd ever want to get a drink with you?" She said a bit bitchily. But at this point she felt fully vindicated in her answer. Still though, while she sure didn't like from from the two strikes he already had, it takes three to get out... "I won't say no, but I'm not buying a round for you."

Ethan waited for the Drell to answer, only to not hear a word. Odd. Maybe those wounds of his were tiring him to the point that he couldn't really speak. He briefly wondered if the medi-gel was working, when the Turian spoke.

He was surprised. What did she mean about the apology not being genuine? Why would he do it if he wasn't sorry? Of course he was sorry. He hardly went around screwing with people for fun.

Well, most of the time.

...some of the time.

...he wasn't doing it now. 

"...twice?" He asked, looking genuinely confused.  "...how did I insult you twice? I only insulted you once, accidentally, a minute ago. Are you really that offended that you count it as two?" 
He shook his head slightly. Dealing with people was so bloody tedious. There was a reason he never did it.
"And why would you buy a round for me? I have my own money. I can buy it myself."   The look of confusion was still on his face.

Gilvert sighed internally "This gunna end well...
 Okay Ethan, you're welcome to join us, but I think we should wait for a while before we set off, in case others wish to join us- plus I need a little break before moving again, and Alria I'm sure he... misspoke we can still have a decent drink together, Gods know I need one, or three. 
Giles hoped that if Alria was going to do anything rash, she'd at least wait till the Spectres weren't looking, hopefully nothing would come of this however.
What harm could a few drinks cause?
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