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And so the [i]Achilles[/i] touched down. Sully sat in his bunk, musing over the events that had transpired during dinner the previous night, a datapad in his hands as he went over the matriarch's ship's engine statistics one more time. The plan he had was simple: while the more combat-oriented members of the team dealt with the matriarch, Sully wanted to find her ship and disable it so that, in the event they overpowered the combatants, she couldn't escape easily. To that end, he was wearing his tool harness on top of his combat armour, with all the right tools he needed to surgically disassemble the matriarch's ship. Of course, he couldn't actually disassemble the entire ship before the group took her down, but all he needed was a few minutes with the engine's core components and the ship's flight capabilities were as good as dead. And that was also dependent on the big [i]if[/i] that the crew was strong enough to buy him enough time to sabotage her ship. And that was also dependent on a million other factors that hurt his head to consider.

All too soon, Kolya was calling for a briefing in the loading bay. Sully transferred the matriarch's ship schematics to his omni-tool, shut off his datapad and prepared to leave. Everything was in place, tools clipped securely enough to not make noise if he had to do a spot of sneaking, but then again, was an eight foot four krogan really that stealthy? As Sully grabbed his submachine gun and secured it to his back, thoughts ran through his mind like freight ships. What if he wasn't up to the task? What if even the combined might of two giant krogan wasn't enough to bring this asari down? What if the knock-out drugs didn't work? The krogan shook his head to clear his mind and reached for his pistol, clipping it to his belt. He was a part of a team. And a team had many people who specialised in different things. Plus their leader was ex-Alliance military, a leader. If anyone knew how to put together a crew, it would be a former soldier. He just had to [i]believe[/i]. Like how he'd put his faith in Cole and his crew.

Sully's mind went to his old friend as he put on his helmet and made sure the seals were tight. He wondered where that man was, what he was doing, and if he'd ever see him again. It did little to set him at ease, even as he picked up Kezzik's inert form and clipped the drone's chassis to his back. The krogan made his way to the loading bay and soon the briefing was underway, Kolya standing atop a crate of replacement parts for the ship's landing struts to address the team. Violence was off-limits only for those who didn't pose an active threat, that was something he understood, being used to standing on the sidelines and only needing to [i]look[/i] fierce. But a professional he was, and as the ship's doors opened, Sully took in a deep breath and ventured forth into the unknown.

The heat of the environment didn't bother him as it did some of the others, but the humidity did. Tuchanka was hot and arid, not hot and muggy like this place was. Sully was somewhere in the middle of the team, moving forward with one of the three grappling hooks and canisters on his back. The devices were something he was familiar with, and as the team reached the wall that they were to ascend, Sully made sure to check over each launcher to make sure it was functional before they went upwards. He went last, of course. Didn't want to bowl over the others if his grip didn't hold. With the turian, Ardan, behind him, Sully tightened his hands around the rope, attached his harness to it and began the slow, perilous ascent. 

What felt like an eternity later, his hands gripped solid ground and he pulled himself up as he watched the rest of the team moved forward, guns up. Just a few minutes before, he'd heard Kolya's warning through the team comm link and his Locust was in his hands the moment his feet were flat on the floor. Sully followed the lead of the others, keeping low and taking it slow as the team advanced forward into the massive sewage pipes of the facility. He could feel Ardan's hand on his belt as they moved forward, up until they came across Kolya examining a dead body. The krogan kept back as Vash and Hann moved forward to take point. Without wanting to alarm Ardan, Sully turned around slowly to dislodge the turian's hand from his belt. His Locust was gripped tight in his hands as he dropped to a knee like he remembered and swiveled around to watch the rear, since he was near the back of the group. As he did so, an idea popped into his head and he keyed his mic.

"Hey, Kolya. Does the dead guy have an omni-tool? I could try to hack into it, see if I can pull schematics of the facility or anything else useful."