“Declan, you son of a bitch... where’s my goddamn money?!”

Callaway raised a brow at Vahn as the man lunged forward with what would have been a nasty hook had Rosa not intervened to stop it mid-strike. Although, Declan almost wished the man's fist [i]had[/i] connected with his jaw, or even his nose. He not only expected them to still have whatever reserved animosity they held toward him after what he did, he [i]wanted[/i] them to express it--no matter what form it came in. For Errol, that frustration might just be disguised by his demand for Declan to pay back a debt... Or he could just be genuinely upset about the debt... Which the man could easily pay back right now... If he wasn't such a penny-pincher...

"Do you take installments?" he asked with a witty smirk.

When the vorcha had finally arrived to crash the reunion, Declan watched with a big grin as his former crew members went to work on dishing out one helluva beating. It was the brawls with the nastiest gangs in the galaxy that he had missed the most about being with the Dashers. One could argue that Captain Callaway had a strange affinity for life-or-death thrills. To say he was fearless would be in accurate, however. The privateer definitely knew fear, but it was the adrenaline brought on by the state of mind that had become so enthralling.

Before the next wave could group up and change their tactics, Declan and Trish readied themselves with a brief nod toward each other. Trish, being an asari, was a natural biotic. Her talents made her the crew's always-reliable sentinel, combining tech and biotic abilities to support her teammates. Meanwhile, Declan, being a privateer by trade since his teens, had many years of experience with the latest gadgets and toys. He had taken a liking to using technology to overcome obstacles in the field and provide versatile support for his comrades. With Declan as the captain and Trishar as his XO, the two brought a lethal combination of tactical oversight and combat support to any situation. Of course, their skills for reading, planning, and executing were nothing compared to Zik's. The salarian was basically a one-man, wise-cracking army; but the captain and his second-in-command still made a powerful duo in their own right.

Dec brought up his omni-tool and quickly tapped out a drone-call command, materializing three spherical combat drones in front of him that floated a few feet above the surface. Adjusting their settings, Declan modified the the right drone for incinerate charges, the left for overload charges, and the center for cryo blast charges. With the elemental damage placed on the field, the vorcha had more to worry about than biotic charges and krogan headbutts. Meanwhile, Trish had used her biotics to deploy barriers around the drones for added protection, since they would most likely be targeted first, given the fact that they stand out so brightly amidst Omega's dark atmosphere. She also focused some of her energy on helping to recharge Rosa's own barrier, since the human woman was the most vulnerable as the team's vanguard.

When another dozen of the smelly pests broke out into the alley, the drones took flight and weaved between the Dashers to immediately flank the attackers. Declan didn't need to issue many commands on his omni-tool, as the VI took care of most of that for him. So while some of the vorcha were being burned, frozen, or shocked, the man picked off the weakened and confused targets with his Striker from a safe distance back.

"Keep 'em coming!" Dec exclaimed. "By the way, anyone know who these idiots are working for? Vorcha aren't smart enough to coordinate an ambush like this on their own."