"I can spot the wraiths moving, and I'll keep those of you who are calling on the armoured heavies under barrier until we can push forward enough to start laying down the law." Naryxa offered in response. It was one worry off of the mind, at least. Sabinus hated dealing with cloaked enemies on principle. He nodded. 

[color=cadetblue]”Understood. Watch our flanks and we’ll keep the big ugly ones off of you.”[/color] the turian replied. Firu was the next to speak.

“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.”


[color=cadetblue]”I don’t know if you remember much from the intelligence briefings, but make sure you two keep your distance. I need you two to keep it busy and away from the buildings, if it follows anyone indoors they’re in trouble. Also, don’t get tunnel vision. You and Kargad already demonstrated that you focus disproportionately on the major threat at the expense of everything else; I don’t want either of you taking a hit because something was beneath your notice. Bullets are faster than the Fiend.”[/color] Sabinus instructed, firmly but note with the intention of scolding. Everyone was rusty, not stupid. They’d figure it out.

Letting the team banter, Sabinus kept an eye on the situation, trying to see if he could make out any of Team 2’s cloaked members. They were doing a fine enough job that they largely escaped notice, and he was actively searching for them. The Kett seemed none the wiser. Shunji sidled up to Sabinus, keeping his voice down.  


“Any word on Tazen’ team? I am itching to kill some Kett today.” The human asked. Sabinus gestured in the general direction he thought he saw movement or an errand bit of dust that was kicked up by moving feet. [color=cadetblue]“They’re still doing their reconnaissance, which isn’t something Tazen likes to rush. It’s probably the reason he’s going to live to the ripe old age of 40.”[/color] The turian replied, a slight grin crossing his avian-esque façade. [color=cadetblue]”Don’t worry. It’s an all you can kill buffet down there, just enjoy the downtime before we get to test your cardio in a live-fire exercise. Way I’ve heard it, there’s no shortage of Kett on Eos. We’re going to be busy the next few days, I believe.”[/color]

A few moments, Tazen’s cue came over their omnitools; “Fireteam 1, this is Tazen; you are free to engage the Kett forces on Site 1!” Almost immediately, Khosin charged in without walking for orders, and up until then, he’d been silent. It wasn’t the time to address that now, but the batarian would need to have a little chat with him when this was done and dusted.

[color=cadetblue]”Alright Fireteam 1, let’s give those ugly bastards the good Milky Way welcome. Go go go!”[/color] Sabinus shouted, getting to his feet with practiced athletics, going from a prone position to a full sprint in a smooth, almost singular motion, his Halberd in hand. As he crested the ridge, Sabinus engaged his jump jets, giving him propulsion that took him high above the nearest buildings. Fortunately, he’d had a fair deal of practice with the jump jets during his training and felt pretty comfortable both judging his trajectory and manipulating the weapon, so it wasn’t too dissimilar to hitting a moving target. Only in this particular instance, he [I]was[/I] the moving target. 

A trio of clustered Kett infantry caught sight of him, and lining up the optics on his visor, he let out a trio of 5-round bursts that bored towards the enemy; while not all shots met their targets, a number had dug into the exposed flesh of at least two of the Kett as Sabinus’ descent towards one of the central structures by the ridge and large rings was closing in fast. He hit the roof with a roll, the pre-fabricated structure not reacting to the heavily armoured turian’s impact, and Sabinus came out into a kneeling position, his rifle was shouldered and already acquiring the infantry he’d already engaged. Now that he was in a commanding shooting position, the turian quickly sighted in his crosshairs and let off snippy single shots, three per target roughly around central mass. The Kett dropped hard, and Sabinus repositioned himself so he wasn’t in the same line of sight. 

Pulling out the module for the barricade, the turian slapped it down into the ground and it quickly assembled into a waist-high energy barrier that worked similarly in principle to shielding found on a starship. Taking cover quickly, Sabinus pulled back the thermal clip cover and extracted the mostly-spent clip, his long fingers producing another from a compartment in his armour and sliding it into the receiver, his thumb hitting the release as it was cleared to have the coolant flush through the weapon’s intricate framework. 

A series of intense impacts bit into the barrier behind him, prompting an unconcerned harmonized grunt from Sabinus’ subvocals. Activating the incendiary rounds, Sabinus also hit the command on his omnitool to activate turbocharge, connecting the weapon’s ventilation to his armour, which provided its own coolant to increase the weapon’s rate of fire and reduced the heat stress on the thermal clip. Once an icon on his visor flashed green telling him that the function successfully activated, he found his way to his feet and leaned into his weapon, taking in the Anointed that had begun to open fire with its heavy cannon and Sabinus held down the trigger, bracing for the recoil.

The Kett heavy began taking hits, the burning rounds splashing in inflamed sparks across its shielding as it resisted the brunt of the fire, but soon the shields were giving way as Sabinus was down to ¼ of his clip and the connection to the suit as severed, leaving the gun on its own once more. Soon the rounds began to punch through and across the Kett’s bony, carapace like body, the incendiary rounds began to burn through the armour and flesh, igniting now it was coming into contact with organic tissue. The Anointed struggled in vain to extinguish its immolation, and soon, either from shock or having been suffocated out as the flames consumed the oxygen around its head, the enemy collapsed in a burning heap. 

[color=cadetblue]”Three grunts and a heavy down. Continuing engagement.”[/color] he spoke over comms, keeping the team in the loop as the barrier began to shut down and he relocated to the adjacent structure with another jump pack leap as tracers tried to intersect with him.