Still nursing the bruises from her bout with Kargad, and the heavy burst of gunfire she had received from Naryxa, Firuzeh listened in silence, all former joviality gone as Tazen laid out the situation that had cut their ‘hostage rescue’ short. She didn’t know it, but her thoughts were similar to some of her new companions - she too had spent years as a researcher, and her mind flashed back to images of the Skyllian Blitz, gunfire and heavy weapons pounding away at what had been a relatively peaceful site, dead bodies strewn about, the murderous faces of enemies wanting only to kill her and her companions. Her gaze hardened, and her left hand tightened into a fist, knuckles whitening underneath her armor. 

No, not today. Not if she could help it. No other researchers would have to suffer more trauma and violence, not on her watch, no more bodies to add to the list of people who could have been saved. She looked around her, taking in her teammates - she knew many of them, of course. Shocking how the universe played out, so many of her friends and crewmates from the Borealis, here, in a galaxy millions of light years from any home they had ever dreamed of. Standing next to her on a shuttle inbound to shoot at genocidal aliens. She almost cracked a smile at the hilarity of it all, when viewed as a whole. What a strange place they all lived in.

Her musings were cut short as she sensed the drop nearing, and she took a deep breath, uttering a silent prayer for a second, unnoticeable unless anyone were actively watching her at that moment, before her stance stiffened, emotions and other thoughts sliding under a secure blanket in her mind. The change was subtle physically - but she was now in the zone. Almost detached from reality, viewing the world from a cold, logical viewpoint, the only way to keep herself in check in battle. She could let herself run free perhaps, in a situation less dire, a free fire zone where the only rules were ‘if it moves, it dies’ - but now was not that time. The latent bloodlust, bubbling just beneath the surface of her mind as always, quieted slightly, and she could think, process the world objectively and emotionlessly. 

She checked the selector on her weapon, cybernetic arm hefting the bulky Revenant with ease, and set it to fully automatic fire, though the Kett would not feel the weapon’s bite, not yet. 

As they neared, the shuttle lowering to the ground to let them disembark, she jumped off with the rest of the team, taking a deep breath, scanning the situation for targets. Her priority would be the Fiend - then the Anointed. Those team members with more precise weaponry could focus on the smaller targets, better suited to the accurate death stroke of a sniper’s bullet, her own guns would be focused on the big one, the imminent threat if it got too close. She could tell, just from looking, that for her or the Krogan to near melee distance with the beast - at least, lest it was weakened - would be tantamount to suicide, and she coldly set her weapon to incendiaries. The Harpoon rounds she had favored in the Milky Way had not made the transition to this new galaxy, but fire would do the job all the same. Everything could burn if it got hot enough.

The mask slipped a hair, and she grinned, advancing quietly as ordered, but relishing the moment that she knew would come. “My primary target is the Fiend, anybody with precision weaponry can focus on the softer targets. Anybody else with heavy ordnance, that Fiend needs to go down fast - I don’t know if Kargad or myself stand even a faint chance until that thing has gained a few pounds in tungsten. The Anointed are a threat - but we can take cover from their weapons. A beast that big isn’t going to care about cover, if it gets close to us without eating metal, I’ll see you all in heaven.” She turned to the side, taking in her teammate’s equipment again - surprised at the Mattock Kargad carried, she would have figured the krogan would have gone for a shotgun, or something… beefier. But it was no matter, and she turned back to focus on the impending fight, responding to Naryxa, “How long can your barrier hold?”