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The group continued to push deeper into the what was quickly becoming apparent to them a war zone. They followed Masf's directions the Quarians last gift to them before his death towards were they were supposed to meet up with Jek's defensive line that was holding out against the hordes of the Fist. It was quiet, surprisingly quiet as it seemed most of the fighting was away from their position. They could hear it though in the distance the occasional gunshot and explosion that tore through the air like a great dragon, the flashing accenting the neon saturated darkness. They kept in a tight formation moving slowly down the path checking their corners looking at every shadow and alleyway for the monsters that haunted them. Through the darkness though they could make out some sort of wall in the distance. What seemed to be large spotlights were attached and shining down illuminating the darkness with an almost painful amount of light. It seemed to be the fortification that Masf had told them about. Signs of battle littered the area the occasional scorch mark from an explosion creating jagged impactions and the bodies that littered the path as they got closer. It seemed that while the Crimson Fist had been throwing as many bodies as they could against Jek's men so far they had been able to hold the line with a fair amount of certainty. The sheer amount of carnage impressed Nik to a degree as from a glance he could count over thirty bodies and not one of them had made it within five feet of the wall. He made a gesture with his hands telling the group to slow down as they approached not wanting to get shot by the defenders they were trying to meet up with.
At almost the same instant that the Drell's foot entered the hem of one of the circles of light, a shot rang out and landed mere inches away from his feet. Nik stopped raising his gun into the air as the rest of the group dropped into a defensive position. A voice called out from beyond the wall at them strong and clear in its intent.
"And where the hell do you think your going?""Woah, Woah no need to shoot at us good sir! Masf sent us here!" Nikusill responded trying to sound as calm as possible as to not anger the angry criminals who had been fighting for their lives and were probably not in the best of moods
"Masf? Oh you must be the Drell that Jek's been waiting to talk to. Took your damn time getting here." The voice replied sounding less on edge.
"Yes, sorry about that we ran into some opposition on the way over." Nik explained shouting back to the faceless voice.
"Ah Qiyrloc boys got to you. Seems you dealt with the them fair enough. Where is Masf and the rest of the boys, the bastard said he would be coming back with you he didn't say anything about an extended scouting mission." The voice asked though it seemed to already know the answer.
"They.... They didn't make it. We were ambushed and a Crimson Fist Sniper got to them..." Nik explained his voice somber.
"That's a bloody damn shame. Masf was a good man for a suit-breather. Good soldier..... Anyway stand back we will open the gate for you."Nik and the team stood about waiting as the sound of mechanism and electronics began to whirr and the great piece of metal in front of them began to slide. It was at this time that they heard something behind and Nik had only moments to drop to the floor shooting as a rocket flew overhead and slammed into the gate a large fireball being created in front of them. The gate slammed shut as shooting was heard beyond the wall. Nik and his team scrambled into defensive positions behind the flipped over stalls and abandoned vehicles using them as cover. It seemed that the Crimson Fist had sent another wave to slam against the defensive. A large group of them all screaming blood for blood over and over again as they rushed forward. Nik's team began to open fire trying to suppress their movements. Above them the defenders on the wall began to act as well machine guns above them began to go off and assault rifle and sniper fire as well. Though in what was now seeming like their standard operating procedure the Crimson Fist payed no attention and rushed forward intending to overrun them with their numbers. The Drell cursed as it seemed that no matter how many they shot another just seemed to come out of nowhere replacing his fallen brother or sister in battle. As the troops got dangerously close to their position the same voice called out from above them loud and clear.
"Ardan! Set it off!"Near the team's position along the access points and along the walls, several orange spheres began to glow, as if they were oversized and agitated fireflies. Then, a ripple of a dozen plastic explosive charges detonated, bathing the largely vorcha force in concussive hellfire that vaporized the enemies closest to the blast and pulping the internal organs from the others who weren't so lucky with the shockwave, the concussive force smashing through bodies like an intangible reaper that had the very real effect of making you dead. From his vantage point, Ardan Parvius watched in grim satisfaction of his handiwork, glad for his helmet. Those without one would be listening to their ears ring for several minutes, assuming they were far enough away not to have their eardrums burst.
Another command in the omni-tool activated what was left of the proximity mines he had planted, further back as to not be disturbed from the plastic explosive display. It had taken him several hours to manufacture the shaped charges with his omni-tool, but the results were spectacular, especially for one turian's work.
If I had five more good sappers, I could have turned this entire section into one hell of a bonfire. he thought, climbing down from his vantage point and heading towards his contact, who had let him tag along with the defensive line as something of a de facto contractor. A part of him was eager to see the extent of the damage he had caused to the structures that made up the war-torn settlement, another wanted to get down to why he was really here.
The burly krogan who was commanding the wall detachment regarded the turian, who nodded towards the gate, forcing a few mercenaries into position, gripping crappily welded handles. The gate was forced open manually, as the rocket strike had damaged the automated mechanism that had a pair of anxious-looking salarians working on getting it back up and running, and Ardan slipped out rifle shouldered as he scanned for hostiles. A writhing krogan who had survived the blast despite being practically on top of it attempted to get up with one intact arm, the other hanging limply from dozens of fractures. A five-round burst into the alien's crest put him out of his misery. Ardan approached the group, taking note of the composition. The drell, who was the leader, an asari, a fellow turian, a quarian of all people, and a fucking human. He tried to hide his distain for the drell's choice of companions as he addressed them.
"Been looking for you for a few weeks now. Glad to see you in one piece. Omega's been getting rather exciting since you started kicking the right people around." the turian said, looking around at his handiwork.
"It's also pleasing that you all weren't in the blast radius, you weren't actually in any real danger, but you would not believe how touchy omni-tool fabricated bomb yields are from unit to unit. Some do too much, some too little," he gestured to the smoldering ruins and charred, broken bodies. "
"And some are just right.""So your the Turian that Masf must have been talking about. Let me just say your work is fairly impressive." Nik explained jesturing to the carnage around him his ears still ringing from the blast as they were guided beyond the wall which they closed behind them. He continued on.
"My name is Nikusiil Vos though from what I've heard you already know that. And what is your name my explosive happy turian?" Nik explained his voice not necessarily nice but not sounding like he was about to stab the turian either.
Ardan removed his helmet, the familiar hiss of the seals depressurizing faint in the din of the battlefield. It wasn't a particularly sound tactical decision, but people needed to see a face if they wanted to familiarize themselves with somebody. It was easier as a soldier to shoot an enemy wearing a full face helmet because they were just a uniform, but throw in a face and they suddenly become a person. People were weird like that. He offered a nod of thanks for the compliment.
"Vos? Didn't know your name, but I know you via reputation, usually somebody says 'The Drell' and nine times out of ten, it's you. Probably best if your name isn't on everyone's lips, they have a way of coming back to bite you in the ass. Ardan Parvius, at your service. I too stand in mutual admiration of your work, and while some people aren't too happy about your vigilante bullshit, I think it's exactly what the station needs. I've been tracking down leads to try and find you and your crew the past few weeks, usually finding the aftermath hours or days after you were there. Today's the first day I managed to get ahead." the turian replied, looking at the group at large.
"Pretty small group to be making such a big noise. I'm here to offer my assistance in making a bigger noise. Consider the plastiques and the charred vorcha my resume. I am very good at what I do, and I've never met a problem that can't be solved with liberal application of explosives." "Hmph Vigilante bullshit sounds about right. Parvius, I say you make an interesting proposition but while I'm the pretty face of the group I'm not the dictator hear so I must put it to a vote." Nik looked back to the Taurian and than to his team and asked them pointing between the two.
"So what do you guys think? Do we take on our explosive happy friend's offer?"
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