[b][i]CRACK.[/i][/b]             

As Abrax caught up with the human female, the thunderous sound of an explosive shotgun round firing off echoed through the gunfight, as did the bursting of Rosa's barriers that followed. "Fuck!" She exclaimed as the shrapnel from the weapon impacted the back of her armour at point-blank range and proceeded to detonate, blasting the off-balance vanguard to the ground in almost an instant. As she laid on the ground, her head spinning from the 'catch-up' with the Krogan in Afterlife, she felt the pulsing of a biotic barrier forming over the plates of her armour. [i]"Trish."[/i]     
                                        
Suddenly, a combat drone whizzed over her head as Rosa rolled over, avoiding a second blast from the Katana wielding vorcha and
kipping up to her feet, placing her left hand on the space station's flooring to gain balance before reaching out for the shotgun's underside, along with control of the creature-like being's wrist. Seizing control of his weapon a moment later by clutching the rear of the weapon and twisting it away from her face just in the nick of time as a third shot went off, a mere foot away from her head. Rosa felt the burn of the gun's muzzle as she slammed it into the vorcha thug's chin, forcing him to release control of his weapon, knocking him back a few steps with a bloody chin for his efforts. Turning the shotgun to it's owner, Rosa gave a smirk as she pulled the trigger. 

[i]Click.[/i]

"Typical." She quipped as the vorcha snarled, almost taunting the woman as he charged her, tackling her to the ground. He almost even succeeded in keeping her down, but Rosa's finesse was such that she was able to roll both of the outlaws out from the takedown and finish the manoeuvre in a dominant position, standing over her foe. Quickly raising her right leg, Rosa brought it down upon his throat with such force that the vorcha's neck broke immediately upon impact.

A series of multiple three shot bursts began to pepper at Rosa's barrier from her left as she regained her bearings, her head beginning to ache as it always would while she used her powers, a side effect of her creation. Rosa always used that term. She wasn't born for the same purpose as other children, she knew that. Everything about Rosa's upbringing made that very clear to her. She was conceived for the purpose of an experiment, nothing more. Looking to her left, the vanguard identified three targets leapfrogging away from her using what little cover there was left between the former pirate and mercenaries after Zik's prior antics. All Rosa knew, was that as ever when it came to Zik's solo adventures; she didn't want to know what.

Planning her next assault, Rosa broke off to the left of the burning building's interior, away from the gunfire of the vorcha in an attempt to find some decent cover. Eventually it came, in the shape of a set of steel drawers. "It's better than nothing." She grumbled to herself, dropping into a slide across the floor and into refuge from the automatic gunfire. It was in this moment, that all but one of the trio of began to redirect their fire towards the rest of the old Dashers crew, evidently believing that one autorifle would be enough to keep the woman pinned.

[i]Oh how wrong would they turn out to be.[/i]
   
Clearing her head for a moment, Rosa lowered her barriers in order to free up more of her concentration, fuelling the destructive energies of her annihilation field as the throbbing began to rear it's head. [i]God she hated that.[/i] While she was multitudes more powerful than your average biotic, the stress her body went through during combat was also significantly higher. This coupled with Rosa's over-aggressive tendencies often caused her to push herself so hard, it was not uncommon for her to pass out due to sheer exhaustion mid-operation back in the day. Vaulting over the set of drawers as her foe began to cease fire, Rosa was incredibly lucky not to catch a round from the second vorcha's ensuing suppressive fire as she dropped into a roll, lowering her figure out of the hired gun's line of fire, before rising to her feet once more and breaking into a sprint at the now in-cover vorcha, who had dropped to reload. 

As she came upon the ceiling rubble that her enemies were behind, Rosa performed a pop vault, spring-boarding off of the concrete and above the head of the vorcha which had previously been attempting to pin her, cycling her legs as though she were riding a bicycle and generating a warp field as she did so. What followed, was the human slugger kicking the noticeably distraught alien square in the middle of his face, knocking him clean out. With a cat-like balance the zealous assault team member landed on her feet and let fly the fluctuating orb of kinetic energy, when it made contact with the vorcha's chest, a destructive biotic explosion erupted at the point of impact, blasting him back several feet. Without hesitation Rosa continued her onslaught, slamming the left shin of her armour into the inside of the fleshy alien's knee, the unexpected strike knocking him severely off balance before 'the Morrigan' followed up with a monstrous right hook-left knee combo to the solar plexus and forehead of her final foe, dazing him for long enough for her to use her biotics to raise him into the air, and then slam him head first into the ground.

The crunch that followed was sickening, with her foes defeated, listened in on the surrounding combat and was glad to hear that the gunfire had stopped. Having been away from the team for so long had made her start to get lonely in her position, and even though the group did not break up on the best of terms she longed to gallivant across the Milky Way with her comrades, no. [i]Her friends.[/i] 

It was as those thoughts went through her head that Rosa felt what could only be described as a stabbing sensation in her cheeks. Cursing, the woman brought the fingers of her right hand up to the bridge of her nose and began to apply pressure whilst shaking her head. After a short while she released her grip and caressed her upper lip, wiping the blood which seeped from her nose from her face with her gloved hand. She began to feel slightly nauseous, but after a moment her nose ceased bleeding and Martinez began to sober up. Looking around by the unconscious and dead vorcha, Rosa spotted a small data pad on the belt of the pistol wielding vorcha and she moved to investigate. 

Upon opening the data pad, a message was immediately displayed in large font capital letters as though it were meant for a simpleton.

[b][u]\\\\\\\\\\ VORCHA BRING BOSS SALARIAN //////////[/u]
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"Goddamn it Zik..." She mumbled to herself, giving a slight giggle at how little the Salarian had changed since she had last seen him before raising her voice so that the others would be able to hear her. "Guys? You might wanna come take a look at this."