[right][i][color=007236]Dex[/color][/i][/right]
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Kett attack erupting around them, Fireteam 2 was working to fend them off. Dex picked off who she could see, marks hitting hard and fast going down with a little help from Serena and Tazen. The turian was glad to see her marksmanship had improved but she felt the need to show off a little. She took pride in her skills. 

While Fireteam 1 was making a real spectacle of their attack. Firu and Kargad as destructive as heavy weaponry taking on the Fiend, Clyff and Sabinus bravely charging in to mow down several Kett on their own. Naryxa’s biotic shock wave rippling into the air with brilliant blue and violets. Dex conceded to the display restoring some confidence, knowing she would [i]not[/i] have been alright thrown up against any one of them on that training exercise. The chatter over the radios was enough to follow.

Dex did a quick look about herself, counting heads. Haze missing, she searched for blood but saw a cloaked leg disappear up the side of the building. “[color=007236]Haze what the fuck don’t waste time, just use your jump jets. You show off-[/color]” Dex began into the comms then stopped herself, she only saw him because she was looking for him specifically. Jump jet lights and sound would have had Kett cross hairs on him.

“[color=007236]Carry on, hot shot.[/color]”

With the doors open, Ryria inside Dex looked into the complex, a waiting room while the labs were just beyond. Calling Tazen over the radio, “[color=007236]Lieutenant Tazen I’m going to join T’Vessi to get these scientists on the move, injured or not they have to be on their feet.[/color]”

She dashed inside, returning her Viper to her back magplate, folding down to its compact size. She jogged up to the asari medic, “[color=007236]Okay we have to get these guys on the move-[/color]” Noticing one had a broken leg and another was nursing a bullet wound. 

T’Vessi crouched over the human with the bullet wound, stippling the bleeding with more than a bandaid. Practiced hands working calmly and efficiently. Her patient groaned out complaints against her rough hands. Dex had an appreciation for field medics and their famously strong constitutions.

One body was off to the side with a sheet pulled over it, the silhouette was salarian. “[color=007236]Fuck. Tazen we have two injured, one dead out of the nine.[/color]” She eyed the small group up and down. Three asari, a couple of human, a turian and two salarians not including the one dead on the floor. They all looked terrified. 

“[color=007236]Alright people, on your feet - get moving. Take your injured colleagues, T’Vessi and I -[/color]” They didn’t move. Their terror finally registering to the turian. She snapped, “[color=007236]We do [i]not[/i] have time for cold feet here. We have kett just outside right now. Move or die.[/color]”

They glared at her now, one of the asari lab assistants spoke up, dark violet crest and dark blue eyes with a splash of blue freckles over her nose - G. Prana was printed on her lapal. She puffed her chest up, “We aren’t moving until the Kett are cleared out. That entrance is unsecured.”

“[color=007236]Right, that’s why I need you to be ready for when it is so we can get the fuck out of here. T’Vessi and I will lead the way out, the injured can be taken care of at Prodromos.[/color]” Dex argued checking over shoulder turning back. “[color=007236]What’s the problem?[/color]”

Prana looked to the dead body and over to the lab. “Everything we’ve recovered is going to be left behind again. We can’t lose Hozene [i]and[/i] what we came here for. There’s soil samples, site evaluations data from both site one and two. Botany samples. Valuable to Prodromos and Initiative survival. Give us some time to gather the bare essentials,” She jutted her jaw out, squaring up to Dex. “We’re not leaving without it.”

Dex stood her ground watching for Prana to back down but she held steady. “[color=007236]I’ll help, I’ve got an algorithm for speedy data extraction. You grab everything else.[/color]”

She went straight for a terminal, pointing at the entrance. “[color=007236]Everyone else, move.[/color]” 

They looked to Prana who nodded, they finally began to move. Injured being pulled up and moved by colleagues, two picked up the dead salarian, Hozene, carrying him with them. 

“[color=007236]Tazen,[/color]” she spoke over her comms. “[color=007236]Civilians are moving to the exit, we’ll be bringing up the rear with one of them. We’re grabbing as much data as we can to take with us.[/color]”

Dex tapped away at the terminal, looking briefly up at T’Vessi. Dex had gotten a decent reading from her dossier but personality wise... on paper she struck as a professional through and through. She felt a joke might break the ice but it could also cause an ice age.

“[color=007236]T’Vessi, can you help Prana with whatever she needs?[/color]”

She added, taking the risk, “[color=007236]If the data includes the number of times water was recycled and treated I think I’ll safely call it the biggest waste of time. Eh T’Vessi? Water stats, groundbreaking.[/color]” Dex chuckled.

Prana rolled her eyes. “This is [i]not[/i] a waste of time.”

“[color=007236]Yeah, yeah.[/color]”