[color=1a7b30]“Sure thing. I’ll follow your lead, won’t be my first round of clawball. I won’t blow shit up unless there’s an order to do so, or if I absolutely, positively am sure it’s for the best interests of this team and our allies. Well, unless there’s a tightly bunched group of bastards behind cover or in a choke point, but that’s what this is for.”[/color] Ardan replied to Nik, tapping the stock of the grenade launcher resting on his back.[color=1a7b30] “I won’t let you down. But if you really have to shoot me, try to go for somewhere other than my face. I’m rather fond of it.”[/color]

Soon, the colossal krogan that had ordered Ardan to set the charges lumbered towards the group from the open gate carrying one of those obnoxiously huge Claymore shotguns that were just hitting the markets. They weren’t overly popular because the recoil was so powerful only krogan could fire it without turning their arms into bone shard soup. Nik and Krag spoke quickly, giving a quick rundown of the larger mission at hand. He didn’t pity the dumb bastards manning the wall, dying because a gang wanted to waste lives pretending to fight a war that mattered. Wasn’t the point of joining a gang to earn wealth and power? It seemed pointless to squander it dying for some asshole who probably didn’t even know their names. They would die at this wall, have their corpses looted, and probably left there to rot. It truthfully didn’t seem like an ideal scenario, but Krag and his goons seemed pretty keen on their station, and morale went a long way. It was possible they’d make it through alright, and most of them seemed decent enough over a drink or two waiting for Nik and company to arrive. After Nik dashed his brains over the krogan’s crest, a remarkable feat in that he could reach the damn thing, Ardan approached Krag.

[color=1a7b30]“You called the charges too early. They should have been 13 meters closer to the gate before you told me to hit the switch. There’s that little thing called shrapnel and kill radiuses, in case you forgot. You’re lucky none of these guys got hurt.”[/color] He said, stepping into formation after the others, offering a wave to the defenders. They were idiots, but it didn’t mean they weren’t worthy of some measure of respect and acknowledgement. Spirits know their boss couldn’t give less of a shit.

Ardan listened to the others as he scanned the area for movement. Just because most of the Crimson Fist troopers were giving Krag a hard time didn’t mean there weren’t flanking elements. His rifle was kept at the ready, his helmet filtering out the worst of the war-ravaged air. [color=1a7b30]“No target’s too big if you have enough intel and manpower. I’ve helped bring down some pretty hardass insurgent leaders in the colony worlds, and the look on their face when they realize their hiding spot wasn’t flawless is worth it every time.”[/color] He replied to Daro, scratching his mandible on his helmet liner. He was surprised when Haze brought up working with the Blue Suns. Those guys were almost as no-name as this lot. [color=1a7b30]“I thought the whole point of this outfit was to stamp out criminals, so why would we want to enlist the help of them? I don’t know about you, but I’d hate to help some jackoff by offing his competition because it was a convenient alliance only to find out I more or less helped them become a powerhouse syndicate. Just because you look and act legitimate doesn’t mean you are. In my experience, that usually means you’ve got bigger things to hide. It also says volumes about humans if they’ve only been a part of the galactic community for a few years and already they’re posturing themselves to be major players in organized crime. That’s batarian-level bullshit.”[/color]