[hr][hr][h2][b][i][color=lightblue][center]Alria Vicrinus
Location: Citadel Presidium, Remembrance of Fallen Heroes[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h2]
[hr][hr][center][h3]Interacting With: [@Andromedai][/h3][/center]
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Alria had finished her call in and looked about the room as so many others from different branches, services, and races chimed in to make their own mark upon the net. To ALria it was so weird to work with so many non-Turians and REALLY weird to be working with Geth and Quarians, but they came across the net in their own special way nonetheless. Regardless of her thoughts and sort of wonder involved with working such a prestigious event he made her way up to the speaking area to hear the delegates and council members give out their words to inspire and bond teh many races who took their part in the Reaper War to fight for the sake of all life in the galaxy.

Alria was a sucker for such things and the heavy notes of patriotism that sank through the notes of the Turian council member. Having been inspired to pursue her career in the military based upon a dense family tradition that she was more than happy and pleased with herself on what she did with her life course.

It wouldn't be so far to admit that Alria was just the slightest bit distracted by the Turian Councilor's speech that left her a bit stunned when the canisters begant o sink and fall down from the ceiling, falling into the crowd to cause absolute panic and uproar. The sense of which gave Alria a start and made her click up her helmet to secure her some fresh and breathable air. With her little atmosphere checked and ready to let her operate unhindered she drew her pistol and started to look about the crowd for signs of hostile threats, only to find them instead descending from the rafters. Upon clearing her threats she was about to move into engagement range before her net blared to life and let her know the situation. Her allies were engaging the enemy and Andromedai was blaring orders that the door was sealed and somebody needed to open it. [color=lightblue]"Angel is on the door!"[/color] She declared over the net to let her friends know her intent.

From there it was a sheer sprint where she showed off her nimble agility and grace by weaving through the crowd with almost supernatural speed and agility and when the option of a path didn't present itself she engaged her havoc jets and made one, leaping over the crowd and bursting through the tainted air with her nimble frame. Though it wasn't without incident as upon reaching her landing a hostile presented himself to her, turning to aim at her but it was too late. Alria used her momentum to close the distance and engage her foe in close quarters combat. Her first jab going high to tip his weapon upwards to avoid civilian casualties. Her second coming under to hook the inside of his left arm, pulling it away from the gun and opening his chest up to attack. Bringing herself up on his with a grip to his left shoulder she hoisted her body up and kneed his gut with a armor plated strike. Using the same upward momentum to curl her body around his head and reach down past his jaw to cup his chin with her wrist and palm. Then all at once she snapped outwards, folding her body and her arm in one fliud motion to cause a sickening crack around his neck, letting him slump to the floor and her to land gracefully on her feet.

With that encounter done she was free and able to continue on her path towards the main door. She still had a bit of a trip to make and one that wasn't looking to be an easy one. The crowd and their panic was making things hard, but what made things even harder were the hostiles that were dropping in her path. This time she had three to worry about instead of one. Running up to the small group she pulled up her pistol and let fly three closely nit shots, sinking them into the chest of a Human male and making his body shiver with the riddle of bullets.

From there she was discovered and realized to be a threat, making the foes draw up their weapons to engage her. Alria was not a stranger to being on the short end of a barrel though and dropped her whole body. One would think that she had gone limp if not for her havoc jets firing and propelling her along the floor to their legs. In an instant she had dodged their bullets and found herself in the perfect place to cause some damage, throwing a punch up at another Human male's groin to stun him. All while her legs cupped to the Turian male's shins, stopping her with her momentum. As he throw the barrel of his gun down to strike at her she tensed up and coiled like a viper to catch his gun, the barrel under her armpit. Then as he began to fire she move the barrel over and across to the Human male's feet, popping a few rounds into his friend before she reached up with a firm palm to snap at his trigger hand, making him stop for just long enough to snap her legs open and kick up at his butt, flooring him on his back with a knee jerk reaction.

Now she had one man on the ground and the other feeling the pain in his groin and foot. Curling back her body she leered up to put herself on her knees, bracing herself and throwing a quick snap at the Turian on the ground, bashing him in his face before using the same arm she whipped back her elbow to crack the Human across his chin. Using the brief moment of breathing room she stood up on her one knee and brought her pistol around to the Turian pumping one round into his head before using teh recoil of her pistol her fly around and crack the Human in his knee, bringing him lower. Again she took her moment to move and couched up, pulling the gun to his head and pumping a round into the Human at a barrel press to the head.

Once again she was in the clear and with her path now sorted to leave her able to progress, she made another sprint to close the gap between her and the door.