“A captive? Good show.” Avitus commended the mercenary over their comms. Avitus switched channels. “Jouric? Are you still alive? I lost sight of you when the shooting started. Or did you charge the enemy like a madman?” He turned around, only to see the krogan standing behind him, alive, if a little worse for wear. “Right, that answers that question. Sorry about that. Perhaps if someone cared to share this important detail with us,” Avitus gestured to where the sun should have been. Instead, there was just a ring of faint light. “We might not have been in this situation.” Taras rushed to Jouric, quickly scanning him.
“Don’t do that to me. I thought that was your blood.” he sighed, “After seventeen hours of combat? Of course they are bound to be losses. The quarian Pathfinder is gone, as is her team.” he pointed at his bloodied legs. “Ran straight into them. [i]Chert[/i], it’s like Torfan, all over again, but somehow worse.”
“Anyway, head to the medbay when you have time, just to be sure. Right now, we’re going to have a chat with a friend. If we can decipher their language, that is. The mercenary managed to get one alive, don’t ask me how.” He started walking, gesturing at his teammates to follow and opened a lie to Erin.
“Morano, we have a prisoner. I’d like you to be there in case he refuses to speak. I’m fairly certain your STG training covers, what do they call it, advanced interrogation techniques?”
[b]”You’d be correct. We’ve turned the Kryik into an ambulance, heading up now.”[/b]
“Jouric, if interrogation isn’t up your alley, you can stop by the sick bay and then see where people might need help if you prefer. As for the losses, that’s going to take a while to count.”

Coming face to face with the captive soldier, Avitus took a good look at him. Or her, or whatever it was. “So that’s the alien?” he stopped. “Wait, WE are the aliens here. Has it made any verbal sounds? Any indication they communicate vocally?”