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"Taria, why didn't you tell me you had biotics?" Galm exclaimed over the sounds of the firefight "Isn't that impossible?"

"I thought it was, until I started knocking over furniture by thinking about it," Taria said, snapping to another Blue Sun and shredding through his armor with a well-placed burst before flinging him off the balcony with a biotic shove. "Got diagnosed around the same time you went on that ship. Certainly made the C-Sec training interesting." Spotting another Blue Sun approaching from Galm's blind spot, she warped over and reappeared next to the offending mercenary, knocking him out with a skull-cracking blow.

"Did you know the Hierarchy hides biotic Turians in secret military units so we don't scare anyone?" Taria remarked lightly, like she was having a nice lunch with her Turian bestie instead of gunning down mercenaries, punctuating the question by ejecting her gun's heat clip and snapping a new one into place. "Imagine if C-Sec didn't work out, I'd be wasting away in some hidden bunker halfway across the galaxy by now." Taria suppressed a few of the remaining Blue Suns engaging the gang down below as the assault wave petered out. She glanced up at the now ruined skylights, pondering. 

"Suns aren't done yet, they're probably sending in the heavier weapons," Taria remarked, jogging back to the equipment stash and digging through it one last time. "Got just the thing for that," she continued, pulling out a sinister looking black weapon-sized carrying case. "You'll want to get down from here soon, anyone standing up here is going to be easy targets if they bring in air support."

Hearing a commotion downstairs, she instantly brought her rifle to firing position, but lowered it again as she spotted the heavy armored figure bursting through a wall and brutalizing a handful of Blue Sun mercs, capitalizing his small rampage by stepping on one of their necks. He must be the type of meathead mercenary that Venok warned her about, the kind that did stupid shit to look scary and badass that her new employer felt was useful. Cute.

"I am so looking forward to this," Taria remarked aloud to herself, vaulting over the railing and warping in midair to a container crate near the assembled mercenaries and their "new friend".

"Evening gentle...men?" Taria greeted the group, faltering slightly at the sight of the two shorter, almost childlike humans. Maybe they were a lot older then the looked? "Hope you're not too relaxed, if I know Blue Suns they're sending more waves at us, probably some mechs and gunships too, depending on how much they don't like us. I have something to take care of the gunships, luckily." Taria set the black case up and started to unlock it. "Unless of course Stompy here wants to climb up and kick them."