[color=lightgray]”On it.”[/color] Rykarn affirmed when the Spectre ordered the team to stack up to the door. He’d enjoyed the bit of a show Partinax put on with the jump jets; he briefly wondered if that kind of tech would work for him. Then again, the landing would be hell on his knees.  He’d looked around, his body still tense, blood boiling in search of a fight, and the rest of the team had made short work of the Cerberus guards. It was a promising start; perhaps the Spectres knew what they were doing when they assembled their dossiers. 

Before the order to breach the door could be given, Cerberus was considerate enough to open the reinforced barrier to counter-attack, hoping to catch their aggressors off guard. The order was given to unleash everything they had on the enemy, and beneath his helmet, Rykarn grinned maliciously. The kid gloves were coming off. Putting the shotgun and sidearm back into their respective slots, Rykarn pulled the M-100 grenade launcher from his back and stepped off from the wall intending to make the most of the clustered enemies. Rella had tossed an EMP grenade into the clustered mechs, which immediately fried most of their systems and staggered their charge, and she followed her attack up with a singularity, which broke up the advancing shield wall. The krogan was begrudgingly impressed by the asari’s judgement; maybe it was during combat where she was a competent individual, since her social impressions left a lot to be desired. From Ellis’ angry radio static, apparently the grenades were playing hell on his suit’s systems. He was evidently in trouble; he wasn’t moving, perhaps because of fried systems. Rykarn simply felt validated in the fact he did not depend on fancy electronics to fight; when you could be taken out of a fight due to bad wiring, you weren’t reliable. 

Smoke was filling the corridor, blocking visual contact with the enemy, save for the deadly tracer rounds of the YMIR’s arm mounted rotary cannon. He knew from first-hand experience how brutal the YMIR mechs were, albeit usually on the side they were deployed. One of the mechs was equal to a platoon’s worth of reasonably trained and equipped soldiers, and a single one was capable of breaking the front lines of all but the most prepared units. Fortunately, Rykarn didn’t need to see what he was shooting at, so long as he was shooting over his own allies, the grenades would take care of the rest. Arcing the shot, Rykarn pull the trigger and the weapon shook violently as it ignited a grenade and the heavy cylinder rotated the next into position, locking into place with a loud and affirmative [I]thunk[/I]. Firing five more shots and hearing each detonation, he felt satisfied he’d left a sizable dent in the enemy numbers and possibly did a number on the YMIR, provided its shields were down far enough. The krogan would have to wait until the smoke cleared to see the fruits of his explosive labour; Partinax couldn’t give him hell about using explosives when they were landing inside the base, could he? It’s not like the entire tunnel was going to come down without a direct impact, right?

[color=lightgray][I]Speaking of explosions…[/I][/color]

A series of grenades were returned, possibly thrown even before Rykarn took aim, and landed around the group. There wasn’t much time from his position to pick the grenades up and throw them back, which also seemed like a great way to lose an arm, but there was another option the krogan had. 

Nearby were two of the critically wounded Cerberus soldiers he’d taken down, and dropping his grenade launcher, Rykarn hurried to where they lay a few feet away, grabbing one by the collar and ammunition belt, hurling him over to land on one of the rapidly blinking grenades, followed quickly by the second. Their bodies and armour would absorb most of the impact. It turned out the prisoners were useful, after all. There wasn’t much time left before the remaining grenades detonated, so Rykarn hoped that maybe one of the biotics would be able to push them back towards their senders.