Olan was calm. He was always calm.

He heard something very large slam against the door to his operations room once again. The impact was huge; he stumbled and grabbed the arms of his chair for support. That door was built to withstand a charging krogan, but by the sound of it this one wasn't a krogan. Still, Olan thought on the sound only for that split second. He had an escape route. He wasn't concerned.

The situation wasn't good. His two remaining drones were his only eyes on the field at this point - hardly enough to keep an eye on everyone. That number was about to drop to one. He tapped a button on the interface on his arm and the drone sped behind a group of the enemy. It made beeping noises, the same sort used on detonation devices to indicate when an explosion was about to happen. It was enough to spook the lot of them and throw them into momentary disarray; disarray, Olan hoped, that would buy someone time to pick them off.

But this wasn't enough. Olan had tried everything he could, but there were no turrets, no combat drones, no doors he could use his magic to open up. He reassessed the situation yet again, searching for a way to-

And there it was. His last drone's sensors picked up a passing transport, just large enough to work. It wasn't ideal, and it wasn't armored, but it would work. But could he manage to take control of the transport in time?

He would manage it in time.

"Fall back thirty meters," the volus said over the commlink. He gasped for breath, as Volus often must between sentences, quietly wishing the air wasn't so hard to breathe. "In forty seconds you will see a transport. [i]Get on.[/i]"

He didn't mention there was a driver on board the transport that would surely resist. He didn't mention that it wasn't armored, wasn't going to stand up to any serious firepower; they'd just have to get on and get out fast. But they'd manage that, too. They had to.

Olan worked very fast. It wasn't long before he had wrested control of the transport from its pilot. It was cruising into position, so his digital map showed. Everything was going according to plan.

The banging behind Olan got louder and louder, but he knew he still had time. Whatever was out there wasn't enough to break that door down, not in the seconds he needed. The little transport arrived at its destination...

...and the door burst open, hitting the floor with a sharp [i]BANG![/i] His ears rang, and as he swiveled about in his chair to see what had managed to get inside. There they were: a batarian and two humans, one of them clearly a demolitions expert, with smoke rising from around them and guns pointed at the Volus. He had no time to escape. He was trapped.

"I surrender," Olan said slowly, his hands on his belt. "Don't shoot."

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It was dark. Then again, it was always dark on Omega.

Of course, Olan wasn't there to see that it was dark personally. As always, he was relaxing in the comfort of his operations room, well away from any possible danger. That wasn't to say he wasn't participating; Olan was a professional. He had three spy drones flitting about the market, peering about for any signs of trouble.

Still, the others seemed a bit too jumpy. Raya, as usual, seemed like she was itching for a fight; Daro and the human seemed particularly twitchy. Haze, thankfully, was already scoping the area out on a rooftop. An extra pair of eyes never hurt.

[i]But,[/i] Olan thought to himself, [i]I am the one in control.[/i]

"'Lights out' procedures are prepped." Olan took a deep breath between each short sentence. He had to catch his breath so often. Volus problems. "Have your nightvision ready. At the first sign of hostility, I will enact those procedures."

It wasn't a difficult task, really, and it could buy the team several seconds. The hacker was also having worms search for any other useful tech to interface with in the market, but he didn't need to tell the team that. If he found something useful, he'd just use it. The only reason he mentioned the 'Lights out' procedure was because they'd need to know how to react to take advantage of it.

Silently, the Volus checked his drones' sensors again. He wanted to be aware of whatever Jek was bringing to the party.