"Pays to be prepared, quarian," Jek retorted, moving into position to the right of the bar's doorway and using this cover to peer inside. Finding themselves flanked between the mercs in front and the turret and sniper behind, several of the thugs had scrambled for cover. A handful of them, mostly with intact shields, were bunched up like sardines behind a particularly solid bench.

"Speaking of being prepared," Jek remarked to Tasi as his visor highlighted the grunts and the respective levels of their kinetic barriers, "you're in luck."

The salarian unclipped one of three grenades from a small bandolier on his right arm and lobbed it. Electricity crackled across its surface as it sailed through the air.

It struck the top of the thugs' cover, where it exploded in a brilliant blue-white flash. The eponymous arcs of the EMP burst shot out from the point of impact like jagged fingers of lightning, stripping shields where they met them and electrocuting where they didn't.

"The Arc Grenade is a beautiful thing."