Classified File - Top Secret.

To: Commander Jane Shepard <N7JaneShepard>

From: Alliance Command <restricted> 

Shepard,

After due consideration the board has chosen to regard the recent infiltration into the Bekenstein system and the subsequent retrieval of the formula for the chemical weapon known as Slavers Spike as officially having never happened. Although both yourself and Specialist Officer Garrus Vakarian have offered to take full responsibility for the mission it is the boards decision that the intel gathered outways the damage done. As the infiltration team went in undercover there is no way to directly link this action to the Alliance.

The cure for Slavers Spike is being mass produced as we speak and our scientists are working on formulating immunisations. Your teams actions may have saved a lot of lives Commander. I am attaching the final report for the mission below.

Hackett

Black-OP Code: JHT-243-94

Alliance Registration: IUIK-5033-RYZZ

File Name: Non-Existant

 

Mission Report #LO97-SE

Report Compiled by: Specialist Officer Garrus Vakarian

Injury List: Commander Jane Shepard [Slavers Spike-cured]

Mission Status: Complete

Objective: The original objective was to rescue civilian refugees from a orbital outpost. Upon entering the facility Commander Shepard discovered it had been over-run by a Batarian Slaver Team. Although able to extradite the refugees Commander Shepard was hit with the chemical weapon Slavers Spike and was incapacitated. Her cybernetic implants enabled Commander Shepard to stay alive long enough to return to the Normandy. Upon her arrival she was rushed to Med-Bay where Dr Karin Chakwas determined that her cybernetics were slowing down the poisons progress through her system. It was determined that Huerta Memorial Hospital at the Citadel would be able to better care for the Commander.

            On my orders I took a small squad and attempted to infiltrate the Batarian Slaving Ring. Using contacts I have established over the years I was able to determine that the formula for Slavers Spike was known only to a Batarian family called Fethera. With this information my team and I infiltrated the Fethera family hold and abducted one of the family members. After extensive interrogation we were able to obtain the formula for Slavers Spike. My biological specialist was then able to use this formula to concuct a cure, which we had delivered to Huerta. The cure was successful and Commander Shepard has been able to obtain a full recovery.

Project Snatch and Grab Omni-Tool Recordings

·[Comm] Zaeed, we've left the Normandy. Keep an eye out for trouble.

· *she sends out a comm as the shuttle prepares to dock. There is no response. she frowns* EDI can you bypass the station internals and get a lock on my shuttle. I need access and no one is responding to my hail.

· @Mr_Jacob_Taylor I'll send refugees to you as I find them. Check everyone who enters the shuttle. Something isn't right here.

· *the shuttle docks and she opens the door. Sub-lighting is in use only, minimal power.* I knew it.

· [Comm] Station is on minimal power only. I'm going to investigate.

· *she activates her cloak and steps out of the shuttle*.

· *she creeps down the dimly lit corridor, mattock drawn. Her visor maps the area around her, highlighting areas of cover, looking for life.*

· *she finds a body, clearly a refugee. She looks him over. Bullet holes riddle him and he appears to have been running from something*

· *she guts the batarian, shaking in suppressed rage. She'd recognise that clothing anywhere* F***'n Slaver *she spits*

· @ZMassani @Garrus_Of_Omega [Comm] *static* ndy.. *static* read me?

· @ZMassani @Garrus_Of_Omega [Comm] *static* Batarian *static* may have support *static*

· *static is resounding through her comm and she can't be sure if she's getting through*. Normandy do you read me?

·  *she can't stay still any longer and enters deeper into the facility. There are some bodies, but not many. Slavers try and keep them alive*

· @NormandyEDI @Garrus_Of_Omega @ZMassani [Comm] Normandy this is Shepard. Batarian Slavers have taken the facility. Prepare for incoming pirate ships. I repeat we have Batarian Slavers, prepare for incoming ships.

· *silence is best here and so, cloaked, she sneaks up on the two slavers as they discuss their trade.*

· *yanking back one's head she uses her omni-blade to slit his throat. Before the other can cry out she pulls her mattock, slamming his head*

· *she flicks quickly through the datapad one of the batarians had dropped. As she thought, it was only a scout group that had stumbled upon the luckless refugees. The refugees were being held in the mess hall, with seven slavers remaining. And now she had their location.*

· @AsariVanguard @Subject_Beta @zmassani @cptksaenon@kodiaksteven @beyondsubject0 [comm] This is Shepard. What do you need?

· @AsariVanguard @subject_beta @zmassani @cptksaenon@kodiaksteven @beyondsubject0 [comm] Negative. We've got slavers up here.

· *she fires, rolling behind a bulkhead as she does. The slavers had come from nowhere and she grunts as bullets hit her shielding*

· *taking a chance she hurls an incinerate at one of the batarians, and takes out another with her Mattock. The last one she gets with a carefully timed sticky grenade.*

· *staggers backwards as the batarian charges her, hitting a wall* Son of a... *half dizzy from the strike she blindly waves an arm and has the satisfaction of hearing her biotics grab the man and slam him into the ground.*

· *fires point blank into the Batarians skull* Should have picked a different colony *she mutters*

· *The door is locked, but on a facility as small as this the coding is simple. She starts the hack and cloaks as the door opens*

· *As the doors open she has a brief glimpse of the hostages crowded in the centre, each wearing breathers* What? *Canisters explode and blue dust fills the air*

· *She's coughing, choking, her lungs on fire. She feels more then see's approaching movement. She shoots out a hand and a biotic wave much stronger than it should be, slams the approaching batarians in to the wall, leaving nothing but smears behind. Her vision wavers.*

· *The refugees fled for the shuttle, Shepard staggering after them. She was in trouble and she knew it. Her vision was blurring, her limbs shook and each breath was agony. She leaned against the wall for a moment as coughing wracked her, then staggered on.*

· *she half collapses as she enters the shuttle. There's blood on her tongue and she spits it onto the floor as she tries to speak.* Jacob get us out of here. *The world shudders and goes dark.*

Medical Report

· *the shuttle zooms into the Normandy, setting down mere metres from the med team. It opens and refugees pour out. Jacob stands by Shepard unable to help her because of the dust. Chakwas waves him out and enters. "What have you done to yourself this time my dear?". She's pulls out a kit, putting on a breather and begins removing the dust. Until its gone she can't move Shepard and not risk contamination.*

· *With the dust contained Chakwas signal the med team in. They grab Shepards unconcious form and load her onto a stretcher racing for the medbay.

· *The medical team worked frantically over Shepards unconscious form. The Spectre was barely breathing, lungs choked with blood.*

· *Chakwas worked quickly, trying to combat one problem at a time. The system beeped, for some reason Shepards cybernetics were overloading.*

· *"Ofcourse" Chakwas muttered to herself. She turned to her assistant. "Get me the converter. Her cybernetics are what is keeping her alive and the pressure is too much. They're overloading and she's going to crash!"*

· *It's a mess of frantic activity over Shepard, Chakwas issuing rapid fire orders. As Garrus stands there Shepards body begins shaking and the monitors start beeping like crazy.*

· *Chakwas snaps at Garrus. "Out Vakarian! I know you're trying to help but you're going to get in the way." She works as she says this, applying wires he doesn't recognise and gesturing to the medics to roll Shepard back over.*

· *nodes are being applied to Shepards forehead, feet, arms, ribs and spine as he watches. The monitor alarms are ringing high pitched and dangerous and blood leaks from Shepards mouth*

· *A medic steps to grab something and almost crashes into Garrus. The noise makes Chakwas look up. "I said out Vakarian! You're too damn big to be in here and the last thing Shepard would want is for you to see this!" *

· *The nodes attached, Chakwas ordered everyone to take a step back. "EDI configure with Shepards cybernetics now!" Shepards body flared with energy as the AI complied. For a long tense moment, nothing changed, then slowly the monitor warnings lowered. Chakwas raised a shaking hand to her forehead for a moment. She looked at the read out. "That's as stable as we are going to get her for now. Let's start diagnostics."*

· *Chakwas inserted the drip into Shepards right arm as her assistant added the blood line to the left.*

· *Chakwas shakes her head as she looks at the data she was receiving on her OT. "Oh my poor dear." Gesturing for her assistant to stay she headed for the medbay door. She knew a certain Turian would be waiting outside.*

Project Spike Omni-Tool Recordings

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Steps out of the Normandy, new Scorpion pistol set at his hip, sniper rifle fitted onto his  back. His helmet brought back memories of his time on Omega. He took one glance back at the Normandy, then determined that he wouldn't return until Jane did too. He pulled up his Omni-tool, sending messages to some of the crew before heading out toward Chora's Den.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

[Msg] If you're serious about helping Jane, no matter the price, meet me at Chora's Den. - Archangel

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

[msg] Thomas. I'm taking leave for a couple days to clear my head. Already cleared it with Alliance. You're in charge.

@SSVCIC_Ruth:

[MSG] That is big responsibility, I hope I can handle it.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

[msg] You'll be fine. Normandy is to remain off active duty without the Commander anyways. Just keep everything safe.

@SSVCIC_Ruth:

[MSG] Well, if you think I can handle it Garrus. Then I will try my best not to let you down.

@ZMassani:

*Pulls up his OT, reading Garrus' message. He quickly stands up, pushing his chair back and grabbing his bag. He slings it over his shoulder and makes his way off of the Normandy, and towards Chora's.*

@CptKSaenon:

*Packs up several Scorpian pistols, moving to the lift as he receives Garrus' message*.

@Subject_Beta:

*She was starting to get really irritated at her lack of success while going through her records. She let out a soft growl at her OT, almost ready to give up. She pulled at the collar of her armor, which she still wore, the material loosening at her hands urging. Feeling a bit more comfortable she sighed. Suddenly Garrus's message flashed across her holo screen, obstructing her view of the data. She read it quickly and closed her OT, grabbing her mask off the table and putting it back on. Almost jogging to the elveator, she paced around it as it ascended to the CIC deck, slipping through the barely open doors when it finally reached the floor. She brushed past crewmembers on her way to the airlock, and only lifted a hand in response to a greeting from joker. Walking briskly through the doors, she stepped out onto docking bay D24, looking around. The last time she was on the citadel, she had been kidnapped by her brother. She shuddered slightly, then shook her head to clear the memory. Ignoring stares from a Csec officer to her right, she walked past him to the transportation HUB, calling a cab to take her to wards where Choras Den was.*

@Zmassani:

*Zaeed took a long puff on a cigar as his taxi zoomed across the sky, making it's way to Chora's. He blows the smoke out of his nose as he rolls the cigar between his fingers, looking at it blankly.* "We've arrived." *The driver says as the skycar touches down. Zaeed straps on his mask, and it whistles as it seals and becomes airtight. he threw his cigar as he stepped out of the taxi, making note of the two who were already there*.

@Subject_Beta:

*She felt her cheeks heat up in the salarian equivalent to a blush. She mumbled a thank you to Khelen, then turned her head as she heard footsteps approaching. Seeing that it was Zaeed, she gave the old merc a nod of her head in greeting before turning towards the door again.* Alright... *she sighs, shaking her head, murmuring.* Lets get this over with... *And she stepped towards the door first, already clenching and unclenching her fists as she stepped over the threshold into the club.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He chuckles at her reaction, but his grin fades as he sees Zaeed, remembering why they are there he offers the mercenary a grim nod. He follows Beta into the club*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Once they make it inside, Archangel approached them. His azure armor made it easy to spot, the black missile impact distinguished him well. He spoke, it was obviously Garrus in the armor to anyone who'd heard his voice.* Glad you could make it. I warn you, this won't be like working with Jane. We're here to get results. No matter the cost. This is your last chance to turn back from this...

@ZMassani:

*Carefully walks up to Garrus, looking around the club as he does so. As he approaches he hear's Garrus' words.* Hah, You forget who you're talking to Garrus... I'm ready for blood. *Turns to look at the others.* But are they?

@CptKSaenon:

*Meets the mercs gaze, eyes narrow* Willing to do what is necessary, Garrus.

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta folded her arms, scowling. Her mask hid most of her face so only the narrowing of her eyes was visible. Her voice was low but firm, determined.* This crew is...like family to me now. *She met Garrus's gaze dead on.* I'd gladly put my life on the line for family.

@ZMassani:

This is more than risking your life kid. We're here for blood. *Zaeed growls slightly as his words come out.* And I don't mean the kind you're used to..

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Stares silently forward, his mask hiding any emotion.* Call me Archangel, too many enemies here... *He looked around.* Our contact is in the back. Ex-batarian pirate. Lost an eye and use of his arm in a raid in Omega. He's not fond of me. But he doesn't know we're coming either. *He pulled the Scorpion off his side, checking it before heading towards the back.*

@Subject_Beta:

*She followed him, her claw tipped fingers flexing subconsciously.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He looks over at Beta, glad to have her along, but not wanting her in harm's way. He sigh following the turian with a determined look.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

The Krogan guarding the door to the back exchange a glance as the Turian approaches. One steps forward, his hand raised. "Turn around blue-blood. Private party back here." Archangel stood straight, less than a foot from the Krogan as he spoke. "Tell your boss that Guillo has a delivery for him. I'm here to talk business." The Krogan in back nodded, ducking into the back room. Watching his friend go, the remaining guard didn't even notice as the soft sound of the blue sphere attaching to his foot. He did here the soft 'pop' as it tore through his armor, blowing the foot off. He roared in pain, falling sideways. Archangel stepped past him, into the back room and firing another of the shots at the back of the Krogan's head. He rounded, bring his pistol to bear just in time for the back of his head to blow away.

@ZMassani:

*Grumbles as he steps over the Krogan's body.* I hope you didn't drag me out here to watch you have all the fun, Archangel. *He said this as he drew his Carnifex in his right hand, and pulled out a rather long, tangible blade in his other, stepping quickly to keep up with Archangel.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Barked out a laugh.* Don't worry, that was just the front guards. Plenty more soon. *Kicks the corpse*

@Subject_Beta

*Beta glanced at Khelen before she stepped forward, suddenly disappearing into thin air...*

@CptKSaenon:

* Looks to the Krogan that had fallen sideways, unloading two quick Carnifex shots into it's head.*

@ZMassani:

Good.. *He grins as he hears the two shots behind him, turning to give Khelen a look, before shaking his head and nodding to Archangel.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Four more guards rounded the corner, assault rifles unloading. Archangel took cover behind some crates, growling.* Z! We could sure use some GRENADES right about now!

@CptKSaenon:

*He grins as Beta vanishes, engaging his own cloak as he moves toward the gunfire.*

@ZMassani:

*Quickly takes cover, holstering his Carnifex.* I'm all over this! *He growls as he opens his bag (Think army bag.) Pulling out three inferno grenades, arming them quickly.* Watch this... *He jumps up, throwing the cluster of grenades out, retaking cover before they explode into violent flames.*

@Subject_Beta:

*As Garrus was yelling at Zaeed, he might notice a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye then hear a loud shot echoing, as one of the guards head exploded and his lifeless corpse dropped to the ground. Betas cloak dropped and she ducked behind a crate, reloading her widow.*

@ZMassani:

*Zaeed quickly grabbed the guard Beta had killed, pulling him behind cover with him. Quickly straightening him up and standing up, holding the guard infront of him as he draws his Carnifex. He stepped out of cover, firing off his pistol into another guard as he slowly moved forward. He could hear the shots tinging as they ate into his /Shield's/ armor.*

@CptKSaenon:

*As Zaeed's grenades go off, Khel appears again, charging through the fire as two guards come around the corner. One batarian falls with his throat cut open as Khelen tackles the other bringing his knife down into the guard's chest with a growl.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*As the Guards fell, the Batarian stepped out himself, One arm hung limp at his side, and two of his eyes had a cloth over them. He yelled loudly, a missile launcher in his good hand. He took aim, but a massive bang ripped through the room. He fell backwards, blood spurting from a wound in his shoulder. Archangel stood, sniper rifle smoking as he lifted the barrel away, stepping forward. He stood over the Batarian as he pooled in his own blood, trying desperately to reach over to his weapon. The Turian brought his armored foot down, a sickening crunch echoing out as the pirate's fingers snapped loudly.* Now, is that any way to say hello to an old acquaintance stopping by for a visit?

@ZMassani:

Clear. *He grunts as he throws the corpse the corpse down, and laughs slightly at Garrus' display. Moving to stand beside him over the Batarian's pool of blood.* That doesn't look good... Might wanna get it looked at.

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta aimed down her sights again, but scowled. Too many team mates in the way. She slung her widow over her back and cloaked again, jumping over the crate as she lunged forward. A Krogan guard somehow sidestepped both Zaeed and Khel and suddenly /she/ was right in front of him. She hissed, shoving her hand forward and using something she hardly /ever/ uses. With a flicker of orange her OT flashed and she used incinerate on the Krogans, following it with a quick biotic blast, sending the guard flying into the closest wall. Unhooking her phalanx from her hip she fired a shot into the Krogans mask. She paused, then fired to more times, just in case.*

@CptKSaenon:

* Khel tears his blade from the guard, turning. His eyes find Beta instantly, relief feeling them. He then looks at Garrus, walking over to silently watch.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Glances back.* Beta. Khel. Keep an eye on the entrance. No doubt he has reinforcements incoming already

@ZMassani:

*Turns as Khelen walks up, tapping his head with his knife's hilt and pointing to the entrance.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He grins at the merc, shaking his head as he turns to watch the door.*

@ZMassani:

*Turning back to the Batarian Zaeed spins his knife in his hand before extending it to Garrus.* Ever carve a turkey, Archangel?

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*The Batarian cried out in pain as his fingers snapped like twigs, nearly blacking out for a minute before realizing who was standing above him. "Ancestors... You again. Was my arm not enough for you?! Now you have to come and take my life to?!"*

*Archangel stared down, his mask hiding the disgust behind it. His voice did little to hide it though as he spoke.* I don't give half a damn about your life. You were a slaver. That means you have information I need.

*The Batarian's two good eyes tried to focus on the glowing blue mask staring down at him. "What? The hell are you talking abo-- GRAAAAAAH*

*Not in the mood for games, Archangel dug his heel into the fresh wound from his sniper rifle, grinding down hard.* I need to know how to make Slaver Spikes, everything you know about them.

*The Batarian shook his head. "H-How should I even know!? I'm not a scientist! I shot cowards and rounded up new produ-- AGH*

*Archangel's heel dug in again, a loud crack filling the room as a rib cracked from the pressure. He took Zaeed's knife as it was offered, leaning down.* Can't say I have, but I imagine it's not too difficult... *Twists the knife menacingly in his hands, less than a foot from his targets face.*

@ZMassani:

*grins as Archangel takes the knife and threatens the Batarian with it. He was genuinely enjoying himself. He hadn't been able to torture or threaten anyone since he had joined with Shepard. He shook the feelings of nostalgia as he leaned forward speaking to Archangel.* I suggest you talk, you piece of Batarian shit. Before my friend here decides he wants a hands on lesson..

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*The Batarian writhed underneath his foot, trying desperately to escape. "I don't KNOW anything! You'd have to--" His words were cut short as he breath stilled momentarily. The sound of slicing flesh was all he could hear as Archangel stabbed the knife into the wound. He howled in agony as the turian twisted the blade in his shoulder.*

Like I said before. I don't give half a damn about your life. Give me a name of someone who DOES know something. You know the consequences of lying to me too, so if this name doesn't work out, this here will be nothing compared to what I do to you then. *Coughing up emerald flakes of blood, the Batarian spat out a name. "Lorsk! Lorsk Fethera! He's the one who came up with the Spike. His family makes them, that's all I know!” *Stopping for a moment, the Turian stared down at him, pulling the knife from his shoulder.* I believe you. *He stood, holding it out before dropping the knife. Right into one of the Batarian's horrified eyes. He turned, walking away.* Beta, Khel. How's it look out there? *Outside, the music had stopped, and everything seemed perfectly quiet. Too much so for what had been happening in the back.*

@ZMassani: 

*Zaeed frowns slightly as Garrus abandons his knife. He lowers himself, putting his knee on the Batarians arm as he grabs his knife. he pulls it out, taking the eye with it. Quickly standing and turning to follow Garrus he pulls the eye off of the knife, whipping the blood onto his armor, adding the Batarian's blood to his own that decorates his armor. He instantly stops behind Garrus, looking up as he notices the music had stopped. He then quickly sheathes his knife and pulls out Jessie.*

@CptKSaenon:

* Looks back* Most people have left...though the ones left look..violent.

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta nodded in agreement with Khel, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of another fight*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*He chuckled, pulling out his Scorpion and firing a shot inside. It exploded with a loud pop* Anyone left is obviously willing to fight. Remember, no civilian casualties. Everything else is fine. *He set the pistol back on his hip, prepping his Sniper Rifle and sneaking in, finding a good perch.* Two Krogan, Four Vorcha, and about a dozen batarians. Too bad. This almost would have been fun.

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta chuckled, lifting a hand, her claws spread menacingly* Leave the Vorcha to me...

@ZMassani:

Picky picky.. I'll get their attention.. *He ran out from their cover, shooting down one of the Batarians before using his momentum to slide behind another piece of cover.* Son of a bitch! *He growls as he realizes a Krogan was standing on the open side of his cover.He pulls out his knife and charges the Krogan, yelling like a madman as he fires off Jessie. By the time he reached the Krogan he had fallen to his knees, so Zaeed thrust his knife into his head, sliding it to the side and ripping his head plate off before firing into his skull.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He cloaks, pulling his Incisor from his back. The three rounds slam into a batarian, throwing the poor bastard over a table. His cloak fades as he finds cover*

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta grinned as Zaeed more or less charged into battle. She exchanged a look with Khelen before turning and in a flash of blue light, biotically charged at the closest vorcha, the poor creature being slammed into the table he was standing next to. She yelled out, swinging her fist down, her omni blade deploying and piercing the vorcha right through the throat. She jerked her arm back, a spray of vorcha blood cascading in an arc with the motion.*

@ZMassani:

*Catches the Krogan's corpse as it falls, crouching behind it as the second Krogan and two Batarians open fire on him.* Hey Archangel, this poor bastar's chestpiece looks about my size... *He snorts.* Maybe when we're done we can pry it off. *Without giving Archangel time to respond he pushes the body over, throwing a grenade out infront of him. The grenade bounces off one of the Batarian's face before it explodes, sending him into a frenzy as his face is covered in flames. He left the bastard clutching at his face and screaming in pain as he unloaded a clip into the second Batarian, charging again as he fell. The Krogan lifted his shotgun and fired at Zaeed's exposed chest, but the shot bounced off of his newly modified shield and Zaeed knocked the shotgun out of his hand before he could get another shot. The Krogan yelled out in anger as he swiped at Zaeed, hitting his arm and throwing Jessie out of his grip. * You bastard! *Zaeed yelled as the Krogan threw his weight into Zaeed's chest with a loud thud as Zaeed grappled them and they both fell. The sheer size of the Krogan was too much, even as Zaeed rolled the fall knocked the wind out of him. But his blood quickly filled with adrenaline and he rolled, climbing atop of the Krogan and thrusting the knife into his neck. An aweful gurgling drowned out the sound of him gasping for air for a moment as the krogan fell limp.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

His team started the combat. Two of the Batarian's tried to flank Zaeed, and from his perch, Garrus put two rounds into their skulls.* It'd stink of Krogan! You'd be even worse off with the ladies than you are now! *He turned, firing off another one at one of the Vorcha lunging for Beta. A yell caught him by surprise as he found a third Krogan charging him. He saw the stealth generator sparking on his armor, amazed it had even worked as long as it did on something as massive as he was. He dropped his rifle, rolling back out of the way just in time to avoid being smashed against a wall by the juggernaut. The Krogan however, did not have the strength to pull himself from the thrust, slamming his headplate into the wall. Knowing he wouldn't have much time, Garrus whipped his pistol out, firing it point blank three times into the Krogan's face. The Krogan tore at the projectiles, ripping one off his face, taking a chunk of flesh with it before they all exploded. Krogan blood covered the left side of Garrus' armor, but he ignored it, picking up his rifle again and providing firing support for his team.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Leaving the vorcha corpse where it was, she turned, cloaking as she bolted across the room in another biotic charge, slamming into a batarian. Her shields flickered as another batarian a few feet away opened fire on her. She hissed and threw a punch at the first batarians face. He stumbled back a feet feet. Beta turned on the batarian who shot at her and unloaded an entire clip into him with her phalanx. Suddenly arms flung themselves around her and she shrieked as the batarian she had punched lifted her off the ground, tossing her sideways. She landed on her back with a thud, and groaned. She looked up at the batarian as he aimed his pistol at her face. Her eyes widened...*

@ZMassani:

You're right! *Zaeed laughed as he grabbed Jessie off of the ground and somewhat awkwardly looked around before taking cover. He grinned at the sight of the dead Vorcha laying around him.* Good looking out Archangel.. We should do this more often.

@CptKSaenon:

*Khel grins at Beta, cloaking again and charging in. Two batarians shooting from behind the bar turn in surprise as a third's chest erupts in blood, Khelen appears behind him, carnifex drawn. He finishes off the other two with four quick pulls of the trigger*

@ZMassani:

*Zaeed rolls over a piece of cover as he rushes back into the action. Firing several shots into the Batarian that looms over Beta, before turning and thrusting his knife into another Batarian as he rushes in from the side.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*A single sniper round rips through the remaining shields the Batarian had after Zaeed's onslaught, his emerald blood splattering the wall as he fell limp beside the hybrid girl.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Her arms flew up and covered her face as the batarian was ridled with bullet holes thanks to Zaeed and garrus, his blood spraying all over the front of her armor. She rolled over, pushing herself to her feet, shooting a look at the old merc and the Turian.* Thanks Guys! *she yelled to them as she scrambled out of the way of the last vorcha, who happened to be wielding a flame thrower. She dodged an arc of flames, feeling the heat a little too close to her face as the orange fire flickered past her. She dove forward, her hand outstretched, claws splayed. The Vorcha opened fire again, and she dropped to the floor onto her stomach, her attack postponed. She muttered curses as she rolled to the left, trying to avoid betting set aflame by one damn space goblin. Finally she pushed herself to her feet and lunged at the vorcha, throwing her whole body at him. Her clawed hands latched onto any soft flesh they could find as they both fell to the floor, the vorcha struggled in her grip as she literally slashed him to pieces with a growl.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*He nods as he stands, looking around the room.* Good work. But we have another problem now. C-Sec is no doubt already inbound. We're going to need to be able to just walk out of here. You two, stealth. *He turns to Zaeed.* Sorry about this. *He brings his fist around, slamming it into the Mercenaries face hard. He pulled up his Omni-tool, hoping that this trick still worked...*

@ZMassani:

Son of a bitch! *Zaeed growls as his body reacts to Archangel's punch by thrusting his knife towards his face. Green blood splatters over his mask as Zaeed stops himself and pulls back.* You ever do that again, and you'll have more than Slaver's spike to worry about.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*He pushed the knife away, pulling out medi-gel and tossing it to Zaeed.* You've taken worse. Look hurt.

@Subject_Beta:

*She stood, covered in vorcha blood. Only nodding at Garrus before cloaking.*

@ZMassani:

*Growls as he puts his knife and rifle away, and pulls off his mask looking at Archangel.* Bastard, do it again, you hit like a girl.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Turns on Zaeed, staring for a moment before bringing his fist back, throwing his weight into a punch. A sickening crack could be heard as the mercenaries nose broke, the force of it throwing him to the floor.* Feel better now?

@ZMassani:

*rolls onto his hands and knees, sliding his mask into his bag before spitting blood on the floor.* Much. *He growled as he straightened up, still on his knees, and grabbed his nose popping it back into place with another loud crack. He stood up blood running out of his right nostril.* Now what?

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

Now we-- *The door to the club was blasted open, obviously one of the mercs had sealed it. Through it poured a dozen armed and armored C-Sec officers. At their head, a human. His short blonde hair and green eyes focused on them, and then the scene around them. Archangel stepped forward, growling out.* About damn time corporal. Where the hell were you ten minutes ago?! *The human stood, taken aback. "I.. What?"* The turian glared, his OT flashing as he sent credentials to the corporal. The mans eyes widened as he looked. "I-- Sergeant Igne! My apologies sir. We only recently got the call in." Archangel growled louder.* I had to get a goddamned Civilian to help clean up this mess! Get out of our way. He's taken a few blows to the head. I'm taking him to Huerta to get checked out. There are some survivors in the back. Get to them NOW. *The Corporal saluted, and a path was made for the 'sergeant' as he guided Zaeed out of that mess, around a corner quickly and out of sight.*

@ZMassani:

*Zaeed muttered slightly as he stumbled behind Garrus, leaning forward so his blood drips on the ground. He looked like all kinds of hell at this point, his left eye closed, his walk slow, and he muttered as if he were suffering a concussion and were incapable of speaking.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Quietly, still cloaked, Beta slipped around the csec officers, following Garrus and Zaeed.*

@CptKSaenon:

*Khel slips around the officers, cloaked as well.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Stops once he's sure no one is following, sighing.* Good work. We got a new lead. The Fethera family...

@ZMassani:

*Opens his eye and straightens up once he sees Garrus relax a bit. He wiped the blood off of his face with the sleeve of his jumpsuit before replacing his mask on his face.* Not much of a lead, we still don't know where this 'family' is.

@CptKSaenon:

*He decloaks as he approaches the group, weapons holstered and sheathed* Know them?

@Subject_Beta:

*As Garrus stops walking, Her OT overheats and her cloak drops with a flicker. She grumbles and looks down at it. Good thing they were far enough away now that it didn't matter. She sighs and leans against a nearby wall, muttering to herself about her tactical cloak as the others talked about the family in question. She listened carefully, but having nothing of importance to input she remained silent.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Chuckles* Sort of. One of my old team was Fethera. Dropped his family name though, never knew why until now. He was my tech specialist, back on Omega. He told me he had family out there... And that he never went to any of the reunions on Bekenstein. But we'd need a ship to go out there. Anyone know where we can find one that isn't the Normandy?

@CptKSaenon:

*He laughs at that* I think I've got that covered. *he turns away, bringing up his OT interface- He turns back, grinning* Docking Bay D18, my ship is there.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Nods a bit* I didn't realize you had a ship. You're all sorts of resourceful... *Nods* To Bekenstein.

@ZMassani:

Then let's get to it. *Zaeed says with a grin.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta pushed away from the wall and looked at Garrus* Right behind you.

@ZMassani:

*Nods.* D18, got it.. I'll meet you there, gotta do somethin first..

@Subject_Beta:

*As Zaeed and Garrus sort of wondered off to do their own thing to prepare for the trip, Beta turned to Khelen. She reached up and pulled her mask away from her face, sighing as she she did.* So Khel...you're a hell of a fighter.

@CptKSaenon:

*Beginning the walk to the docking bay* As are you, Beta. *he grins at her* Quite impressive.*

@Subject_Beta:

*She shrugged one shoulder, falling into step beside him* I was bred to fight, among other things. It comes naturally

@CptKSaenon:

*He looks over, concerned, but still grinning* It feels like it was what I was born to do, so I can relate.

@Subject_Beta:

*She grinned back* A kindred spirit, are you? *chuckles, though her eyes held some kind of unknown look.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Archangel sighed as he leaned back. He'd found a terminal that he'd secured to talk to some of his older contacts. Enough people owed him favors that he was finally able to pull down a classified file from the Turian Hierarchy that detailed the location of a large manor the family maintained on Bekenstein. He wanted to go back and change, to visit Jane. Even if she wouldn't actually know, he wanted to be a presence for her. But his resolve would waver if he saw her now. He knew that she didn't exactly condone everything he had done in his time as Archangel, but it had all been for the good of others. Just like now, he was doing what he had to to save Jane. He felt a pang of guilt, wondering how much he should tell her. His first thought was to keep the information from her, but he knew that wouldn't work for long. She was a Spectre, and his life-partner. No, the best and only real way to handle this was full disclosure. After she made a recovery, he would tell her exactly what terrible things he did. He would leave it to her to decide how to handle him after that. He closed his eyes, seeing her face dancing before him every time he did. It pushed him onwards, inspired him. Reminded him exactly why he was fighting. He stepped out of the dark back room, a few glances coming his way before quickly shifting back to what they were doing. He stepped out, back onto the docking bay of the Citadel. He stared out for a moment at the ships passing before finally heading to where Khel's ship was docked. He climbed aboard, finding an empty place with a desk, pulling his Sniper rifle off his back and slowly taking it apart. He had to keep himself occupied. If he left himself to stew in his own thoughts, he'd go insane...

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

The world around him was screaming. Fires licked at his skin and he felt small, fragile. A woman cried out, but he couldn't understand the words. Only a few phrases made any kind of sense to him as he tried to place the words. Batarian. Run. Slavers... He felt himself being pulled, but his vision was clouded, he couldn't see much. Only feel. His arm was tugged, and he was being dragged. Slowly, his vision began to return.

A cloudy sky filled his field of view, and he looked around. Slowly, the image sharpened, and he could make out the outline of a ship hovering above them. Ropes decended from it, dropping more people onto the colony. A colony... But he couldn't remember the name. He looke down, seeing himself being dragged by a crimson-haired woman. He thought it was Jane. He looked down, and saw her arm bleeding. She'd been hurt, but still, she was dragging him. His hand though, caught his attention for longer. Soft, pink flesh covered his hand, with five digits. He was... human. He tried to make sense of everything in his mind through the haze of emotions that weren't his. Fear and anger mixed inside him, clouding his mind. He thoughts were cut short as a soft metal thunking sound came from the wall next to them. Before he could react, the woman wrapped herself around him, and the grenade exploded. Pieces of shrapnel tore into the womans back, and the force of the explosion knocked them both to the ground.

He could feel himself crying, but held no control over his actions. His body moved forward, reaching out to her shoulder. He saw his hands again, soft pink flesh. Human flesh. He tried to rouse the woman, but she wouldn't move, wouldn't wake. He could feel the pain of realization creeping in. She was dead. His voice spoke, high pitched and young, a female voice came from his throat. "Mom?! MOM!"

He was cut short, a dark, hulking shadow loomed over them. He turned, seeing a batarian lifting his pistol before firing around into his mother. "Hah! This one should sell well. Always love getting the kids." Rage crept into him, and he leapt towards the slaver, his soft, fleshy fists swinging at the batarian's skull. A black pain fell onto his head, and he fell limp as the slaver slammed the butt of the pistol into his face. "Stupid bitch." He muttered, hoisting him onto his armored shoulder. Being carried away, helpless in the slavers arm, he stared back at the woman he had called mother. She lay dead on the ground, and the factory where her father had worked exploded a few short moments later. He cried, hard, but still held no control over his actions, his emotions. A deepening rage set in, hatred for the Batarians. For the scum that did this to her.

His thoughts were cut short as a huge explosion threw a shockwave down towards them. The slaver ship had exploded. The force of the shockwave knocked the batarian carrying him off his feet, sending them both flying in different directions. Only a few meters away, a shuttle landed. Several Alliance marines poured out, assault rifles firing on the slavers. He curled up on himself, his hands on his ears as he tried to block out the noise. One of the soldiers touched his shoulder, and he let out a loud scream. His voice spoke over it. "Damn girl! It's okay. We're here to save you!" He turned, looking at the soldier.

But Garrus' attention was directed elsewhere. In the polished blue steel of the mans armor, he could see a reflection. His reflection. But it wasn't him in the picture. It was a young human girl. Her crimson hair unmistakable.

Garrus shook himself awake violently in his seat, yelling as he roused. "JANE!" He stopped, his breathing ragged. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. A quiet, dark room. He remembered the events of the day prior. Khelen's ship. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat. It had been a dream. But not one of his own. He knew what he had seen. Jane never talked about it, and now he understood why. Mindoir... He opened his eyes, tilting them down to the only source of light in the room. His blue mask, staring up at him. The face of Archangel. He lifted it slowly with one hand, bringing it up to face him. His dream only helped to reaffirm his belief that this decision was the right one. Slowly, he pulled his helmet on, strapping it in.

Archangel stood from the chair, flexing his hands as his body finally roused with him. He stepped out, heading to the bridge to check their approach on Bekenstein...*

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta looked up from her place leaning against the wall. Her eyes seemed troubled but it would be hard to tell for sure before she dropped her gaze again and resumed her inspection of her OT. She glanced at Garrus once, briefly then back down.* Hello Garrus.

@ZMassani:

*Nodded to Garrus as he went by, but kept to cleaning his knife in the corner.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Gives them both a short nod as he checks their vector. They still had a bit of time.* You two alright?

@ZMassani:

Just fine Archangel. *He said without looking up. He didn't get alot of sleep, it was hard relaxing after the adrenaline rush of a fight like that. But he had some stims, so he knew he would be fine. He made sure not to mention his methods, though.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta was silent for a moment, letting Zaeed answer first before responding quietly* Just fine.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*He chuckled a little, pushing his dream to the back of his mind* If you need to slow down, old man...

@ZMassani:

I don't.. *He growls.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*He laughed* Just giving you hell Z. Don't worry. I know you'll kill yourself before slowing down.

@ZMassani:

Chuckled slightly as his face broke into a grin.* I'll make sure to kill plenty before I do.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*He laughed* Let's try to keep everyone alive. Jane would murder me if I got one of you killed in this.

@CptKSaenon:

*He came from the crew quarters of the ship, looking at the three of them. He gave Beta a grin before moving past Garrus to slide into the pilot seat* Everyone ready?

@ZMassani:

*Looks up at Khelen as he walks in, eyes shifting from him to Beta and back again as he sees the childish grin on his face. Ignoring it he begins attaching his equipment.* I'm always ready, kid..

@CptKSaenon:

*He looks back with a low laugh, still grinning despite the merc's tone* Suppose all Salarians are like 'kids' to you, no? *he turns back to the controls, the haptic interface flaring to life*

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta followed Khelen with her eyes, Returning the grin before dropping her gaze sheepishly.*

@ZMassani:

*Laughs loudly.* That's right, kid. *He grins widely at Khelens smart ass remark as he continues to assemble his equipment.*

@CptKSaenon:

*With a small smile he looks over at Beta, his eyes looking concerned as he studies her.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Grins, moving to the co-pilot seat.* You wouldn't happen to have a Stealth system in this? *Hopeful*

@CptKSaenon:

*Blinks, looking over* Stealth system and heat sinks. No weapons, however.

@ZMassani:

*Grumbles as he leans over the two's seats, looking forward.* No gorram weapons??  How about next mission we hijack a warship, hell a shuttle. Something with some guns dammit!

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Nods* Good. I'd like to get in quick and quiet. This is a snatch-and-grab guys. Find someone in the family old enough to know the secrets. For a Batarian, that's above the age of 15. They're on private property, but they've got local law enforcement in their pocket. We'll have about twelve minutes after breaching to get out with the target. Use force if you have to, but the less hurt they are, the easier it'll be to break them later if we have to.

*Grins, looking back at Zaeed.* Think about it this way Zaeed, it's more personal.

@CptKSaenon:

*He nods to the turian, then stands and makes his way over to Beta. Lifting her face so their eyes meet, a worried look on his face* What's wrong?

@ZMassani:

*Grins.* This will be fun, not sure I like the 'Don't hurt em bad' thing though.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Laughs a bit* If it makes you feel better, the guards are fair game. Just not the mark.

@Subject_Beta:

*She hesitates, and for a moment she considered not telling him. She swallowed, her eyes averted away from his. Then she closed them, sighing heavily. Without saying a word she lifted her arm, activating her OT. Pulling up cyrils message she showed it to Khelen.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He reads it quickly, his questioning glance turning into a scowl as he reads it all, he looks up at Beta, concern filling his eyes before pulling her into a hug, whispering* You're safe.

@Subject_Beta:

*She trembled slightly, but nodded, trusting him.* Right... *She sighed again* I can't let this get to me though...*She pulled away slightly to cover her face with a hand* I need to focus...

@ZMassani:

*Leans forward whispering to Garrus.* Don't tell the kid, but I clogged the shitter.....

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Suppresses a laugh, whispering back.* Don't worry, we'll blame Beta.

@ZMassani:       

*Pats Archangel on the shoulder as he straightens up.* Good idea... I like your plans. *grins.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He lets go, placing a hand gently on her shoulder* Yes, focus now...But talk later. *with a reassuring smile, he turns as the main console makes a sound* Archangel, we've arrived. *he turns, giving Beta one last look before returning to the pilot seat.*

@Subject_Beta:

*She watches him go before leaning back against the wall, taking a deep breath, mentally preparing.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Nods, shifting in his seat and using co-pilot controls to enable the Stealth drive* Bring us in then.

@CptKSaenon:

*The entry into atmosphere barely registers within the ship, Khelen taps a few controls to designate a landing zone* Should be there soon, suggest we ready ourselves.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*The compound was massive, several hundred acres of land stretched out in every direction from the manor. Around the primary manor, a massive 5 story estate, patrolled guards. Exclusively batarians worked here, and all wore armor unique to their guard. The Fethera family colors made them easy to see. Bright red and green markings adorned each of them. They all turned as the shuttle approached, making a subtle entrance impossible. Garrus stood as they got closer.* Land on the roof! We'll breach from above. The safe room is only a floor down from that.

@ZMassani:

*Quickly pulls his mask over his head.* You take us to all the good parties Archangel! *He laughed as he got next to the door.* We landing or dropping??

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta slipped her mask on and unhooked her Phalanx from her hip.* Ready, Ga-...Archangel.

@CptKSaenon:

*Steps next to Beta, activating his visor and pulling up his Carnifex* Ready.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Laughs as he gets to the airlock, slamming the button to open it* What do you think?! *Taking his sniper rifle in hand, he jumps from the ship, tucking in and rolling as he landed, pushing onto his feet. Two guards stationed on the roof opened fire on him. His barriers ate most of their fire as he found cover, a couple rounds glancing harmlessly off his armor. He turned, his Kuwashii targeting system locking onto one of their heads. He let loose three rounds with his Black Widow. The first two ripped his shields apart, the third pierced straight through his now unprotected head. Green and grey matter flew backwards, and the impact of it spun him backwards, off the roof and tumbling to the ground below. He ducked back behind cover as two shots grazed his shoulder, one finding the mark. A searing pain ripped through him, but he slapped a bit of medigel on the wound, gritting his teeth through it as he popped the heatsink, waiting for his backup. Two more guards had come up, and were moving in position to try to flank him.*

@ZMassani:

*Laughs loudly.* I love my job! *He yelled as he jumped, hitting the ground with a roll, even rolling the weight of his armor bit into the roof, scratching away at it as he stopped. He unloaded Jessie into one of the guards as he moved for cover, yelling wildly as he dropped him.* Something magical about killin' Batarians! *He shouted as he took cover.*

@CptKSaenon:

*His cloak engages as he jumps out, finding cover and waiting for an opening. Khel's omniblade appears behind on of the batarians running up, cutting into the guard's back. He brings his pistol under the guard's chin, blowing most of his face away*

@Subject_Beta:

*Shaking her head with a slight grin at Zaeed, she waited for Khelen to go first, then followed, slipping into cover next to him. Her hands flew over her OT as she started attempting to hack into whatever security protocols and comm channels the estate had. Within seconds chatter erupted from her OT. She smirked. The batarians were panicking. She bit her lip, concentrating as she pulled up another program on her OT. After a few adjustments she let out a short laugh, and the chatter suddenly ceased in the wake of a loud blaring noise as she jammed their means of communication. She lowered her OT and raised her Phalanx again, taking aim at an incoming guard. She fired off a few shots, hitting him once in the leg, and as he dropped she planted a round into his head, which whipped backwards from the impact and he keeled over. She ducked back behind cover and hollered to Garrus.* ...Jammed comm channels and radar, they're operating visually only.

@ZMassani:

*Nods.* I've got somethin real special! *He pulls out a wrapped bundle from his bag.* Keep clear of me, I'm not great with timers! *He laughed as he unwrapped the bundle revealing a cluster of small devices attached by wires. He begins placing them in a circle around him, and pulls out his OT.*

@CptKSaenon

*He uncloaks, looking at his ship and tapping the interface of his OT. The ship lifts off, going to a safe distance. As he finishes a spike slams into his shields, deflected but the force slams him forward. He rolls away, finding cover and firing a few shots in the direction it came.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Shifts himself away from Zaeed, still in cover. Just in time to watch a superheated harpoon rip through where he had been just moments before. He turned, exposing himself and taking a few shots at the batarian shooting at him. Two of his shots missed, but one hit. The shields did little to stop the impact of the round, but did deflect it off it's intended target, hitting the guard in the shoulder instead of the chest. The wounded batarian roared in pain, bringing the harpoon to bear on Archangel. The superheated round speared through the air, and even though he dodged to the side, it clipped him. He went spiraling sideways, prone on the ground for a moment as he was dazed from the spin.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Her eyes snap up in time to see Khelen get attacked by another guard. She snarls and cloaks. As Khelens last shot was fired in the guards direction Beta comes out of her cloak right beside the batarian in question, swinging her hand downwards she yelled out, biotically slamming the ground, sending the guard flying into the air. He landed with a thud a few feet away. The gaurd groaned and rolled over, trying to get back up. Beta was already standing in front of him at this point. As the batarian pushed himself up, sitting back on his heels he looked up at her. Her eyes were cold and merciless as she lifted her gun to his head, pulling the trigger, dropping the batarian at point blank range executioners style. She scowled at the corpse before turning and looking at Khelen to make sure he was ok.*

@ZMassani

*The devices began flashing in a circle, and Zaeed closed his OT in surprise, cursing to himself as he stood and ran, jumping behind another piece of cover as the devices stopped flashing and held their lights. A loud boom was heard, close enough to each other to disguise the fact that there were multiple explosions. The whole explosion was rather small, but as the debris fell and the smoke cleared it's effectiveness was clear. A large hole sat where the device used to, it's edges burnt and crumbling.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Approaches Khel, concern showing in her eyes. She had a split second to register Zaeeds cursing as she watched him bolt behind some cover. Acting on instinct alone she shoved Khelen back behind cover, following close behind as Zaeeds makeshift bomb went off. She grumbled as she peeked over the top of the crate. The blast had made an impressive hole. She shook her head and turned back towards Khelen, waving her OT over him as she inspected his shields status.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He comes out from cover, nodding to Beta* Shields damaged. *he grins.*

*He falls back as the explosion goes off, waving off her concern* I'm fine, Beta, I'll repair when we get back. *he stands to observe the hole in the roof.*

@Subject_Beta:

*She scowls at him, Her eyes flashing with irritation. But she lets it go, also standing to inspect Zaeeds work. A few feet away a guard laying on the ground groaned and stirred. Without even turned her head in his direction she fired a shot at him and the guard fell silent. It was obvious she was irked by Khelen having brushed her off. She narrowed her eyes at the remaining enemies, few as they were.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*The Batarian approached him, but a loud bang caught his attention. The shockwave of it flung him sideways, hitting his bad arm on a wall. He bellowed in agony, his eyes shutting tight. By the time he opened them again, Archangel stood over him, pistol in hand. The barrel pointed straight at the batarian's mouth as he fired. The small blue ball sticking inside. Archangel turned, walking away as the soft pop of the scorpion round exploding took off the Batarian's head. He found the hole, jumping down it before anyone could stop him. He looked around, trying to recognize the room from the layout he'd seen. He placed them mentally... only a couple dozen meters from the safe room. No doubt that's where they were by now. He waited for them to come down after him, but only for a moment, heading through the door towards his target. Since their comms were out, and the last they'd heard, the enemy was on the roof, there would be practically no guards until the safe room.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He chuckles softly, shaking his head at her reaction. He lays a hand on her shoulder* I'm okay.

@ZMassani:

*Stands up and walks over to the hole, turning to look at Beta and Khelen.* Hurry up. *He grumbles as he jumps in, pulling his knife and pistol as he recovers to his feet, quickly catching up with Archangel, trusting his lead without speaking out.*

@Subject_Beta:

*She glanced sideways at him, not saying anything but her expression softens.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He smiles before following Zaeed, running to catch up. But clearly being cautious now*

@Subject_Beta:

*She sidesteps around the crate, sprinting after Zaeed. She gracefully drops down into the room below, landing in a crouch. She straightens up and starts walking after Zaeed and Archangel. As she follows, she pulls up her OT, scanning the immediate area. As far as she could tell, they hadn't gotten their comms up again and they were still operating blind. She dropped her arm to her side, looking ahead with anticipation.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Raises a hand as they get closer, signaling for them to be careful. He peers around a corner, seeing half a dozen of the guards inside. He signaled to Zaeed to take point, hoping he brought flashbangs. He trusted Beta and Khel to be able to take out one or two on their own, while he and Zaeed cleaned house. He switched to his assault rifle, making sure his armor-piercing rounds were loaded in before giving the go ahead.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta watched Archangel and Zaeed take point as they assessed the opposition. Without saying a word she unhooks her widow from her back and steps forward, disappearing instantly into thin air. For a moment all is silent. Then a shot echoes and with a sickening squelching sound accompanied by a splatter of blood, one of the gaurds suddenly jerked backwards with half his face blown off. The other guards stared at him in shock before the danger registered. Suddenly they had their guns raised, pointing them in every direction, Clearly unsettled.*

@ZMassani

*Makes a gesture saying to cover their faces as he pulls out three grenades. But suddenly a loud bang rings out as Beta fires her rifle.* Goddammit girl! He yells as he throws the grenades down the hall and takes cover again. The three explode into bright flashes and stun several of the guards, but some had taken cover after Beta's shot and were unaffected.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta wasn't quite prepared when Zaeeds grenades go off and she growls as she herself is blinded, her cloak flickers and drops as she stumbles back against a wall. The guards that had taken cover and were unaffected by the flashbangs, immediately zero'd in on her. She regained her vision just in time to dodge out of the line of fire. Her shield flickered as bullets ricocheted off her armor. Pushed to their limits her shields burned out and she cried out, a bullet grazing her hip. She cursed and skidded behind cover, a hand clutched over her wound, emerald blood seeping through her fingers. She panted, slinging her widow back over her back and unclipping her Phalanx from her waist, reloading the gun one handed. She grimaced as she adjusted herself against the wall, peering around the corner, drawing back abruptly as shots were immediately fired on her.* ...FUCK!

@ZMassani:

*Zaeed quickly rolled out from cover, throwing his knife into one of the Batarians faces It makes an awful sound as he falls back and Zaeed unloads his pistol to drop another. He quickly ducks into an open door using the room as cover.*

[Msg From: Dr Chakwas. Garrus. I don't know where you are or what you have been doing but there has been a development. The commanders cybernetics are failing. We are doing what we can to boost them but... I have been told it is a short term solution only. She's dying Garrus. She would want you to be here.

I give an estimation of 24 hours. In all probability it will be a lot less. You should come home. Chakwas]

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*He stopped as the grenades exploded, barely even registering them as a message popped up on his inner visor. He stared for a hard moment at it, rage boiling inside him. He roared, spinning around the corner. The IR on his visor catching sight of each of the mercs. He brought his assault rifle around, taking out a guard hiding behind a thin metal panel. His armor piercing rounds ripped through his cover like butter, riddling him with holes from inside their own barriers. One of them threw a knife, the slow-velocity projectile wasn't affected by his shields, and stabbed right through a plate in his shoulder armor. It only pissed him off more. The merc that threw the knife found an angry turian on him in seconds. Rage clouded his vision as he ripped the knife from his own shoulder, his blue blood dripping from it in thick strings as he stabbed it into the mercs neck. He rounded, seeing only one guard left. If his team didn't get to him...*

@CptKSaenon

*Khel cloaks, peering around the corner before he runs in, taking cover by Beta, uncloaking he fires shots over the cover before looking at her and pulling her to the other side of him.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Hisses in pain as shes moved.* shit shit shit....stop...! *closes her eyes and grimaces* 

@ZMassani:

*Zaeed jumps out of the room quickly, this time with Jessie in his hands, and quickly unloads a series of shots, followed by a wide burst concussion round as the Guard's shield drops knocking several of them off their feet.* Come on Archangel, hope you're not getting to cover.

@CptKSaenon:

*He complies, cursing under his breath as he spots the bleeding. He pulls his Scorpian from his waist, cloaking again. He stood, taking careful aim at three batarians not behind cover, firing three soft pops and the sickening spatter of blood and they fall, the rest trace where the shot originated, and bullets fly into Khel's shield as it and his cloak fail. One bullet clips his left shoulder, the force knocking him back. He scrambles down back into the cover.*

@Subject_Beta:

*She gingerly applies medigel to her wound while Khelen was occupied with the enemy. She completes her task, only to look up and watch Khelen get grazed by a bullet. She scowls.* Are you fucking kidding me? Batarians shouldn't be this good at hitting targets. *She tosses the medigel to Khelen and pushes herself to her feet, wincing in pain but ignoring it as she peers around the corner again, gripping the wall tightly to hold herself up, smearing the blood from her hand onto it in the process.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He catches the medigel, grimaces as the emerald blood trickles down his armor. He applies the medigel before putting it in his pack, standing and wrapping an arm around her waist to help her.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Archangel stood panting. He took his last bits of medigel, slathering it messily over his knife wound before moving to a large bookcase at the back of the room. The guards had been standing around it, protecting it. He grabbed an edge, pulling at it hard. It didn't budge. He pulled out his Scorpion, shooting the place where it connected to the wall. The small pop sent wooden shrapnel flying in every direction, but he ignored it, glaring. Metal shone behind it, and he put his pistol away, pulling out his Black Widow again.* You two, get this door open. Now. *He didn't seem to care for their injuries as he moved towards the only way into this room. The hallway they had come down didn't lead anywhere, leaving one avenue for enemies to come down. He waited around the corner of the door, shutting out all noise as he listened only for marching footsteps...*

@ZMassani:

*Zaeed looks back at the two Salarians grumbling.* We should have brought Jack, not them. *He says at a tone that only Archangel can hear, before he walks forward crouching above the Batarian with his knife. He grips it, and pulls, but it doesn't come out.* Son of a bitch... *He growls as he tugs at it again, but it still doesn't budge. Getting visibly angry he sets Jessie down, putting both hands on the knife, and gives it a hard twist and it makes a series of crunch sounds as it digs into his skull. Flicking the blood off of his knife he grabs his rifle and quickly stands up, and notices what Archangel was doing. He steps forward, a few feet infront of the case, raising his rifle to be ready for when it's moved.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Not needing to be told twice, Beta gingerly stepped forward, Her OT coming to life on her hand as she took a scan of the metal door. Her brow ridges furrowed and she frowned at her OT, the data on the screen telling her all sorts of safety features existed. She sighs and starts meticulously going through each one, studying it carefully.* ...This is... complicated.

@ZMassani

Complicated? It's a wall, how complicated can it get?

@Subject_Beta:

*She glared at him over her shoulder. Being half human she hardly had any of the social etiquette filters most salarians had. With a sneer she gestured to the door* IF you think its easy, old man, then lets see YOU open it. *She backed up, folding her arms.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He brings up his own OT, looking at her's. He begins to sort through the various security*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Snarls loudly* Cut the chatter! I want that door open in the next minute! We have three minutes before our exit gets a lot messier! 

@ZMassani:

*pats his bag.* Girly, I brought enough to blow the Normandy a new port hole. But I'd rather not die splattered on the wall showing off, so get to finding a weak spot.

@Subject_Beta:

*Glancing at Garrus as he snaps at them she scowls at Zaeed before turning back to the door She looked at her OT again, then glanced at Khels, she shook her head and lifted her hand pressing her palm flat against the door. Around her hand her OT suddenly took on a different  appearance, a circular interface rotated slowly, glowing orange rings flickered, several of them forming incomplete circles. She grimaced at it.* They spared no expenses on this... *She murmurs before reaching out her other hand, touching a finger to the interface she started moving clusters of data around, the outer three rings soon turned from orange to blue, and stopped flickering. Her hand paused over the next ring, the orange circle pulsing in some unheard rhythm She frowned, carefully moving a cluster of data. She stared at the ring and the data ...not really sure what the next move was. She hesitates before slowly moving another cluster suddenly all the rings flash red and her OT fizzles. She yelped and pulled her hand back, staring at the door angrily as she clutched her burned hand to her chest. She glanced at Khel and then back at the door.* You can't make a mistake... one more and it locks down for good.

@ZMassani:

*Sighs.* That was a waste.. Do we have time for another try?..

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Taking down two guards as they came up, he yelled* If you fail again, I'm blowing it open!

@CptKSaenon:

*He looks at her hand with a worried glance, but remains focused on his OT, choosing to shut down security protocols rather than attempt to open it. As his eyes flick from line to line he looks up- Internal security alarms and automated defenses down.. -he growls in frustration, his three fingers working furiously over the interface, he suddenly stops, taking a deep breath pressing the interface carefully. There is a soft click as the door opens about three feet Khel turns to yell at Garrus* Must go now, can't hold it open long. *he return to rapidly tapping his OT's interface.*

@ZMassani:

*Nods.* Good work. *Looks at Archangel.* Ready.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Without waiting for the Salarian to confirm, Garrus pushed himself off the wall, leaving the incoming forces to Zaeed as he leaped underneath the doorframe, rolling in. He left his Black Widow on the ground behind, instead grabbing his Scorpion off his hip as he stood quickly. One batarian stood in front of him, pistol held in shaky hands. Archangel didn't wait, grabbing the gun and bending it sideways. A crack resounded through the tiny room, filled with the Fethera family. A woman, cradling two small children, sat at the back, terrified for her life. The man before him was probably her oldest son. He was brave, but foolish. Another one, an older man, stepped forward. "Get out of my house! We'll give you n--" His words were cut short, a small blue sphere attached to his hand, exploding. His emerald blood poured from the stump that used to be his hand, and he cradled it as he fell to the floor. Archangel brought his gun to bear on the one who had a pistol on him before.* I only need one of you. One who knows how to make Slaver's Spike. You're going to give me it's secret, and a way to reverse it's effects. Or I'm going to kill each and every one of you here. If you give me what I want, I will let you live. Simple. No negotiations, no questions. Understood? *The man stared up at him, spitting at his feet. "We will ne--" He didn't have a chance to finish his statement, a swift armored kick to the face knocked him out cold. Blood trickled from his mouth, and it looked like he may have cracked his skull. Archangel rounded on the family.* Any objections? *The mother wrapped her arms around her children, pulling them in tighter. Archangel rounded on the boy from before.* You it is then. *He grabbed the boy by the collar, dragging him towards the door before slamming a fist on the inner door panel, opening it completely. He threw the young batarian out, into the middle of his squad.* Z, give us an exit. We've got less than a minute. Khel. Your ship. *He stood, his Scorpion trained on the Batarian.* You try anything, I'll kill you, then take your mother if I have to. *The boy lay there, obviously enraged, but otherwise compliant.

@Subject_Beta:

*Beta looks at Garrus, still nursing her injured hand with the other.* Me too.

@CptKSaenon:

*closes his OT's interface, again looking at Beta's hand with concern before answering* As am I.

@ZMassani:

*Zaeed turns around, holding up his rifle, waiting for more guards while Archangel crawls into the safe room.* We've got company *He says as a lone guards comes around the corner, but Zaeed quickly shoots several shots into his thigh, and then his face, dropping him.* Nevermind....

@CptKSaenon:

*Khel nods, tapping a few controls* The ship will be waiting for us.

@Subject_Beta:

*As the other occupied themselves with their specific tasks, Beta raised her gun to the other batarians in the saferoom, just watching them, making sure no one else tried to play hero.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Growls, obviously impatient. He steps forward, grabbing the mercenaries shoulder.* We have about 45 seconds to be in the air. Blow a hole in the goddamn roof before I blow one in your skull. *He turned around the corner, firing off several Scorpion rounds down the hallway, to deter any guards from approaching.*

@ZMassani:

*Pulls his shoulder from Archangel's hand, lifting his hand with a grenade in it up to his face.* You threaten me one more time, and I'll blow us all to hell! *He growls as he pulls out a few grenades, clipping them together and walking off a bit. He puts some putty on and reaches up attaching them to the ceiling before turning and walking back.* You should duck. *He hissed as he blew a hole into the ceiling.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*The debris from Zaeed's blast knocked a hole in the cieling. Archangel pulled the Batarian to his feet*

@ZMassani:

Let's go. *He said as he stood ready to boost them each into the hole.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Gets Z to help him boost the captive out, following quickly after him.*

@ZMassani:

*Quickly boosts the two up.* Come on Girly, you next.

@Subject_Beta:

*Grimaced and stepped forward, the look in her eyes no where near nice* I'm BETA, not 'girly'

@ZMassani:

Whatever you say, Beta... *He says with a sarcastic tone as he grabs her and throws her up through the hole.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Scowls then hisses as shes suddenly lifted upwards. She scrambles and digs her clawed hands into the floor above, struggling to pull herself the rest of the way out of the hole. She winced as her stomach pressed against the edges of the hole, irritating the wound on her hip.*

@ZMassani:

*Looks at Khelen.* Easy way or hard way, kid?

@CptKSaenon:

*He grins, accepting the merc's boost. As he reaches the top he turns, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as he offer a hand to Zaeed*

@ZMassani:

I have a bad feeling about this... *The large merc reached up and grabbed his hand.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He hauls him up with surprising strength, only a grunt of pain showing that it affects him.*

@ZMassani:

*Grabs the ledge with his other hand as he's lifted up, pulling himself onto the roof.* Now lets get out of here...

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Glares at Khel, sirens closing in from the distance.* Where's the ship? *The Batarian chuckles quietly*

@Subject_Beta:

*Was kneeling on the floor a few feet away, her hand over her wound, watching the others exit onto the roof. As Zaeed comes through she pushes herself to her feet with a faint groan, wincing.*

@CptKSaenon:

*Hurries over, wrapping an arm around Beta's waist to support her, waving his OT. The ship uncloaks in front of the group*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*As the ship uncloaks, the Batarian tries to pull free, running towards the Sirens. Before he takes two steps, Archangel had a hand around his throat, turning him around. A snarl ripped through the air as he lifted the boy off his feet. He punched him in the face, hard, pulling him into the punch as he threw his weight behind it. The force of it knocking him out. He knelt down, lifting the now unconscious boy onto his shoulder, heading for the airlock.*

@ZMassani:

*Puts his rifle away as he quickly boards the ship.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Leans against Khelen, not entirely able to support herself anymore.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He moves to the ship, hurrying but trying not to hurt her. As he steps aboard he sets her in a chair, moving to take the pilot seat and get them out of there.*

@Subject_Beta:

*Slumps into the seat with a grimace, watching the others through half closed eyes*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Sirens converged around the ship as Khelen pulled them away. The faster starship easily outrun the tiny patrol ships, and they were home free. Archangel wasted no time checking on his team. He forced the Batarian into a back room, closing the door behind them.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He sets the course back to the Citadel, then virtually jumps out of his chair to check on Beta he quickly walks over, a worried look on his face* Beta..

@Subject_Beta:

*She tried to smile for him, but she winced instead. She sighs.* ...damn I really screwed up...

@CptKSaenon:

*-he smiles softly* Only a little, but you are going to be alright. *he pulls medigel from his pack, gently applying a new layer to her leg wound*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Their trip back to the Citadel wasn't going to last long. He had the Batarian tied to a chair. He'd done what he could to block out most of the external sounds and feelings. His omni-tool played a classical tune from Palaven loudly, as he stood behind. He wouldn't have enough time, he kept worrying. He knew the stakes of failure. A price he simply wasn't willing to pay.*

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The Batarian groaned, his head was throbbing. He tried to reach up, but found his hands bound behind his back. Panic settled in as his memories returned. He struggled against his bonds, glancing at every available inch of the room. It was darkened, and an unfamiliar, eerily creepy music played loud enough to drown out any external sound. He had no idea where he was. How long he'd been out.

He yelled out loudly. "HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!" A voice came from behind him, a chill running down his spine. "No one can hear you here. No one can save you." He tried to turn his head to see where it was coming from, but it was just outside his field of vision. A disconcerting place for anyone to be to a conniving Batarian.

"Who are you?! What do y--" He cut off, remembering now who the voice belonged to. "A-Archangel! I don't know what we did to you, but if you let me go, we'll set it straight. However much you want. I promise!" A blow collided with the back of his head, hard enough to hurt him, but not daze him. The Turian spun his chair around, his mask removed as he stared down the little coward. The scar on his face very prominent.

"I'm not after your money slime. I want your secrets. You're going to tell me absolutely everything you know about the Slaver Spike, and you're going to give me a cure for it." He reaches up, dragging a talon along the mans throat, leaving a deep, red scratch across it. "Or I'm going to tear the secrets from your flesh. It's that simple. And if you lie to me, I'm going to make it my life to track down every family member, every friend, everyone you've ever even looked in a marketplace, and I'm going to make their death just as slow and excruciating as I make yours." He kicked the chair back, and the Batarian yelled as he fell backwards. His head hit the ground as the chair did, a ringing filling his ears. He groaned, the door opening, a bright light filling the room. He wanted to just let this end, but he couldn't reveal his secret. It was all his family lived for. If it got out...

@ZMassani:

Heh, I understand. *He smirks as he sets his mask, rifle, and pistol down. He then pulled his bag off, but kept it in his hand as he walked towards the door. He opened the door enough for him and Archangel to step in before closing it, pulling up a chair and setting his bag on it. He motions for Garrus' omnitool, suggesting he record, before stepping infront of the Batarian.*

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Zaeed pulls out his OT, turning on a single light above them, enough that he can see the prisoner, and the prisoner could see him, but just barely. "Do you... D-do you know who I am?" The Batarian stuttered.

"Do you know who I am?" Zaeed growled as he leaned forward, the light illuminating his scarred face.

"No.. No, you're.." The batarian's voice cracked, but before he could continue Zaeed pulled the second chair underneath him, rummaging through his bag on the chair beside him.

"Archangel tells me you're not cooperating.." He says as he continues to go through his bag. "So he asked me, the premier goddam expert on torture... It's an art really, I bet your father would appreciate my work."

He pulls out a cylindrical object holding it in the light, as all four eyes of the Batarian widen in fear of what it's for. He pulls out a smaller metal object, putting the first in his mouth and lighting it.. A cigar, the Batarian wasn't sure if he should be relieved of terrified, and simply shook in his bindings.

Zaeed took a long draw, puffing smoke into the prisoner's face as he pulled out the next object. A bundle of wires.

"So tell me kid, tell me everything you know." He says as he unwinds a length of the wire.

"I-I'm not telling you A D-damn thing!" He says bravely, though his teeth chatter as he talks.

"Good." Zaeed said as he grabs his hand. "More fun that way."

Zaeed struggles to keep hold of his hand for a few seconds, but finally gets his hand positioned. He quickly wraps the wire twice around each finger, then tightens it up enough to keep them from moving. He tightens his bindings so he won't squirm to much before sitting back down.

"You ever heard of breaching wire?.." He asks without giving time for response. "Of course not, you've never even fired a goddam gun, have ya kid? Hah, this should be easy..." Zaeed grins widely as he continues. "Breaching wire, this right here, it's made to melt through metal... Let me show ya..."

Zaeed attaches the end of the wire to a small device, puffing more smoke out as he does so, he presses the button on the device and a light begins to blink. After a second or two the light stopped flashing and stayed solid, and the wire began to glow. The Batarian screamed out in agony, making Zaeed wince at the high pitch scream. But the device kept going, and the wire began to melt once it reached it's peak temperature. And as it melted the smell of burning flesh filled the room.

It only took a matter of seconds for the molten wire to eat away the skin, and then the bone, as the Batarian screamed and cried. He struggled in his chair but the bindings were too tight for him to move. A sizzling sound could barely be heard among his screams as it dug deeper still, bits of metal and flesh falling on the floor.

A series of horrendous popping sounds echoed in the room as the heat caused his finger bones to pop and splinter. He yelled out louder, as his fingers fell to the floor.

"Tell me what I want kid, and it'll stop." Zaeed said, his voice sounding as friendly as he could make it.

"N-no... I-I... Can't..." He said, his voice low as he sobbed. Zaeed was always impressed by Batarian's pain tolerance, even an average Batarian had a higher tolerance to pain than most humans. This made torturing them wonderful though. So he pressed on.

"Alright.. I have other tricks..." He grinned as he picked up a finger, wrapping it in cloth and holding it up to Archangel as if to say 'I got a prize.'

He put the cloth in his bag, and pulled his knife out, holding it infront of him. It shined nicely in the light, with a tint of green left from the blood stained on it. He stood up, pushing his chair back as he circled the prisoner and turned to Archangel.

"I like this music.. From Palaven right?.." He says as he steps to the other side of the prisoner, and with a quick swing slices open the side of his face.

"Is that as good for you as it was for me?" He grinned as he looked at him. "Still not talkin? Alright."

He lowered his knife to the prisoner's arm, digging it in as he starts screaming again. He pulls it along from his wrist almost to his elbow, cutting it open cleanly. He flicked the blood off of his knife as he sat down, taking another long puff. He picked up the bundle of wires again, unwinding a length once more. The Batarian was breathing heavily and looking up at the ceiling, not noticing until Zaeed began to pack the wire into his open wound.

"What, what are you?? NO please no!" He shouts "I'll do it, I'll tell you!"

"Damn right you will." Zaeed growls as he nods to Archangel.

@Subject_Beta:

*Her eyes flicker to the door at the sounds of screams. She sighs heavily, her hand over her wound as she adjusted herself in the chair she was in. She winced, pulling her hand away to look at it...and scowled at the blood she saw. Her eyes darted from her hand to her side. The wound had opened again. She sighed and bowed her head, clutching her hand over it again. She started to wonder if the shot hadnt just grazed her. She pulled her hand away again, groaning at the fresh sheen of green covering her fingers.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

Zaeed's methods were brutal. Rightfully so. He needed results and this was the most efficient way to get them. He stepped forward, patting the old Merc on the shoulder. "I'll make sure to call you back if he's lying. Maybe you can bring out some of your favorite toys next time."

The Batarian stared up at him in horror. "Help... Please just heal my arm..." He pulled out some medi-gel. "Give me what I want, I'll stop you from bleeding out." The Batarian grit his teeth, looking down at his wire-packed arm before admitting defeat. He listed off the components for the Spike, everything that went into one, ratios, delivery system, payload weight.

After he had given him all of that, Archangel sliced the medigel packed open with a long talon, letting it dribble over the wound. It'd stop the bleeding, but nothing more. "That should tide you over for now. If my friend dies though, because of what you made. I guarantee you, I'll be back. And I'll let him do whatever he wants with you."

He turned to leave, but the Batarian spoke up, "You might as well kill me! Taking that with you. It's going to destroy my family!" Archangel stood, his back to the batarian. "You're right." He pulled his pistol from his hip, the firing a Scorpion round onto the Batarian's chest. A soft pop followed as the door opened, and Archangel stepped out.

@ZMassani:

"Of course." Zaeed grinned at Archangel's comment, as he leaned back in his chair, putting his cigar back in his mouth, and watching their exchange.

He frowned as Archangel killed the prisoner, he was hoping to finish his session.. But he shrugged it off, whipping the blood spatter off of his face before he collected his things and followed out the door, leaving it open as he stepped out.

"Sorry kid, made a bit of a mess..."

@CptKSaenon:

*He eyes the wound and the blood, clearly concerned, he gently takes her other hand- Might have to close this the old fashioned way. -he grins playfully, his eyes still full of worry, the wound on his shoulder still open, his cybernetics showing through- -he glances in the mercs direction* Not the first.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Steps into the room with them, looking at Beta, ignoring the Captain for the moment. "Beta, I need you to look at this data. Find a way to synthesize a way to reverse the effects of the Spike in Jane." This was their best chance to save her. He wasn't going to let the fact that Beta was injured stop him now. Not after he put so much into this.

@ZMassani:

*Nods.* Not the last either, assuming we work together again... *turns to Archangel, listening as he talks to Beta.* You can work on it while Khelen patches you up.. What's our ETA?

@Subject_Beta:

*She leaned forward with a grimace, waving her OT over his, bringing it back down to eye level as she quickly skims the first few bits. She looked up at him, her jaw set, her eyes narrowed and ...empty. She gave one curt nod.* Consider it done.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*He nodded, heading to the pilots seat, since Khel was going to be occupied with Beta.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He looks at Beta with a heavy sigh* Alright, where do you need to work?

@Subject_Beta:

*She looked up at him* I need a lab.

@CptKSaenon:

*He grimaces slightly, then nods, helping her to her feed and taking her past the room the Batarian was in, to a lab that looked like it hadn't been used in a while, setting her down in a chair near the main computer* Everything you need should be here..

@Subject_Beta:

*She looked up at him with a weak smile.* Thank you Khel... *She winced and sighed, looking down.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega: [Msg to Chakwas] Doctor. We have a possible cure for Jane incoming. ETA is about 20 minutes. Docking bay D18. [EndMsg]

*After she reads Garrus's message, Chakwas slumps back in her chair in relief. "Doctor?" The voice is a medical technician, who is standing nearby.

Chakwas stands instantly. "Prepare Commander Shepard for surgery. Make sure we have the required replacements for her damaged cybernetics. A cure is incoming. As soon as the antidote takes effect I want to get in there and replace those damaged parts. We need to get them out and her off the hospital grid as soon as we can."

A small smile touches her lips. "If I know the Commander there is a lot she needs to do and she is going to want to be doing it as soon as possible."

@ZMassani:

*Sits on the floor in the corner, yawning as he looked down at his bag.* 'Guess I didn't need stims after all. *He says as he drifts to sleep.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He returns her smile* Of course, Beta. *He looks out, turning to leave* I need to grab the med kit

[msg: From Doctor Chakwas. Garrus. That is wonderful news. There will be a medievac waiting to bring you to the hospital ]

@Subject_Beta:

*She watches him go before turning to the console on the table in front of her and beginning.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

[msg] Good. Get us clearance from the traffic controller for expedited docking too. Sending ships registry information.

[msg: From Doctor Chakwas. Done. ]

@CptKSaenon:

*He returns, carrying the medkit. He stops as he looks into the lab, grimacing again before walking in, crouching down next to Beta's wounded hip* How is it coming?

@Subject_Beta:

*She sighs, not looking at him, too focused on the data in front of her.* Fine. Too busy to talk.

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

[Comm] We're approaching the Citadel, how's it coming back there?

@Subject_Beta:

*She paused and visibly twitched, her eyes narrowing.* [comm] Fine. Need to concentrate.

@CptKSaenon

*He grins at her determination, carefully removing her armor over her hip, studying the wound through the hole in her body suit. He brings up a packet of medigel, cutting open the corner and letting it drip over the wound. Seeing it take some effect he looks back into the kit bringing out a cloth to cover the wound, taping it down to the suit.*

@Subject_Beta:

She hardly registered the Khel was patching her up as she focused on the data. Looking away from the console she pulled up some data on her OT, doing what looked to be like running scenarios and testing various combinations of treatments.*

@CptKSaenon:

*He closes the medkit, replacing the armor he had moved. He backed up, sitting in the other chair.*

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Lets the auto-pilot take care of the final docking as he rushes to the lab. Bursting in suddenly, he yelled louder than intended.* You have two minutes before a med team comes in looking for that cure. Are you done Beta?

@Subject_Beta:

*Stands, leaning over and removing an OSD from the console, She turns and hands it to Garrus.* That data should be all the doctors need to help Jane. 

@Garrus_Of_Omega:

*Takes the disc, rushing out of the docking bay. The airlock had barely pressurized as he slipped out, finding the med-team and shoving the disc at them.* Huerta. Now