It was a huge relief to hear Iosif was still holding together, the slight panic attack that came with a squadmate’s injuries along with her own near-death encounter had made Tanya jittery. She was glad the machine-gun was mounted and her face was concealed behind a helmet, lest Serena notice her nerves. From her personal combat experience, nothing eroded confidence and moral in a unit faster than someone steadfast showing that they were shaken. They were expecting the cocky, somewhat obnoxious, and abrasive asshole to have confidence in her command, so there really wasn’t much of a choice but to project what the crowd wanted. 

The technical kicked into gear, and Tanya’s inner mechanic cringed as she listened to one of the most sticky and improperly aligned eezo drive trains she’d encountered lurch from park to drive, the machine’s lack of proper maintenance and age quite apparent. The momentum pressed her back against the turret ring, and she locked her legs into position so she didn’t shift as much in the maneuvering. Swivelling the gun towards some of the group that hadn’t quite reached the warehouse, Tanya let loose a long burst, walking the shots into target using the forward momentum of the vehicle to pull her rounds into the group. The heavy shots didn’t take long to tear through their shielding and rip bloody ragged holes through two of them; the third escaped unharmed. 

To her relief, no rocket seemed to find them as she traversed to face the housing complex, which she hammered the glass windows of the bar or dining area or whatever the fuck it was with rounds, stopping as the gun’s heat gauge was nearing 90% capacity. Her attention, however, was on the comm chatter from her team. She opened the channel with the team. [color=cyan] “So we picked up half our pay cheque and a bonus? Not bad for a bunch of degenerate fuck-ups! I’m offering our battered and up-armoured taxi as a means of collecting and keeping an eye on them; might make them think twice about turning us into confetti if their bosses are in the crossfire, plus it gives us means of a quick extraction. You all think on that before we figure out something else to do with it, like putting it in neutral with a bunch of high explosives and shove it down the mine shaft for kicks.”[/color]

Tanya moved her boot to kick the glass of the cab behind Iosif to get his attention. [color=cyan] “I’m counting on you to know how to drive this piece of shit, just try to keep a clear line of sight towards asshole hotel.”[/color] She shouted, bracing herself as the vehicle took a tight turn to bring the gun back in line. She turned towards Serena, who seemed to be hanging on for dear life. [color=cyan] “You might as well hop on the rear gun. Think you can get your drones to look for captain missile launcher?”[/color] she asked.

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 [color=rosybrown] “Have fun Tonka. Also, try not to spend over half the day fucking him over. We might need you later.”[/color]  Vellios replied, good naturedly but somehow still being smug as shit to Tonka’s ears. 

The krogan responded, [color=39b54a]“Over half the day? I’m not that old. I’ll be gentle with him. Maybe I’ll bring you back a present. Dex, Drono? I’m coming your way. We’ll handle your Blue Sun problem and go say hello to the town drunks after.” [/color]The krogan said, jogging towards the admin building, some 50 meters away. Most of the yard was clear, safe for whatever was going on in the warehouse and the as of yet breach-free housing slab. He cleared the distance in negligible time, his long, powerful legs propelling him towards the relative protection of the building. Diving prone and switching hands, the krogan crawled towards the corner, giving himself a clear line of sight for anyone dumb enough to poke their heads out of the windows of the housing complex. With optics scanning  for threats, it seemed that between his earlier sniper activity, the rampaging hijacked vehicle, and the fall of two of their buildings, the remaining Twin Star pirates were hesitant to step out and try their luck, and were likely fortifying the building. It was too bad they didn’t have any demolition charges; that would bring the place down in spectacular fashion without risking anyone’s lives. 

[color=39b54a]“In position, no sign of our friend yet, but maybe he’s just being shy.”[/color]

[hider=Summary]Tanya has killed 2 more batarians, one remains unharmed about 30 meters from the warehouse. The truck is moving as to not be a sitting duck.

Tonka has relocated to a new position, waiting for Dex and Drono to regroup with him while he watches for anyone to leave the housing complex. It appears the batarians aren’t in a hurry to rush out after the carnage outside has thinned their numbers.
The Asshole with the rocket launcher is still at large.[/hider]