Mass Effect RP 3

"Hold fire until GTL says,", Amy replied. While the Batarian technically wasn't part of the ground team, or a part of the PMC at all, he risked killing mostly harmless civilians

. Amy hoped he'd at least listen, although keeping sight on one would help, as long as they didn't see and push back

^{Meaning retaliate offensively by any means they can to try to regain control.}

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The third Krogan simply responded in the same manner, "They're generally for appearances, we've never needed them. What about yours? Looks like you might need it more than you let on

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The second Krogan turned to Una. "We're not backing down. Be thankful we're not aiming to kill you." The first and third Krogan flanked him on either side to back him up. *

Amy started forward, having enough of this little stunt, but was stopped by the fifth Krogan, who stared the woman down with a non-violent conviction, mixed with... an apologetic tone. Apologizing for what they're doing, but not backing down...

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

Marik attempted a pacifying smile. "Please, friends, no need to get aggressive." Hmm, now what do krogans understand? Ah yes, threats. "I can appreciate your attempt at intimidating us, but your facing down a couple biotics and a few excellent shots. Krogan or not, you wouldn't be able to do much while Lifted and fired upon."

His grin now appeared icier. "Now if all you planned on doing was threatening us with those..." the Doctor consciously prevented himself from calling their guns 'trash', "weapons of yours, I suggest you move along."

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"Roger."

Kardan shifted his finger out of the trigger guard, his sights still fixed on the krogan. He altered his position inconspicuously, hugging the rubble closer.

This GTL of theirs better be ready when everything went pear-shaped. It inevitably did whenever krogans with drawn weapons were involved, he thought bitterly.

edited 30th Nov '11 8:58:09 AM by MadCormorant

"Let's be realistic about it, doc." Una shifted her stance, from a wary stance, balanced on the balls of her feed, to one of defiance, resting the majority of her weight on her left foot, folding her arms across her chest. "If these assholes wanted or was able to fight their way out of a wet paper bag, they'd have done so." Her headaches was getting worse, and goddamnit, someone was going to pay for it.

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Jordon promptly sent out a message on COM.

"All Ozzies, wait to fire, on my mark."

He promptly re-activated vox and turned to the Krogan.

"Listen here, lizard-brain. I have zero qualms with dropping you here and now. I'm just being merciful. This Eviscerator fires serrated metal edges, on fire. It would be a very wise decision to fuck off. Ten seconds."

Now it was a game of chicken.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

The second and fourth Krogans resposes were cut off, quite loudly. Still staring Amy down, the fifth Krogan spoke, his voice a attention-grabbing roar: "We can't."

Amy spoke into the comms, directly towards the two points of authority

in the area excluding her closest superior. "Ma'am, i'm requesting we stand down. You know they can't hurt us. They had to have never intended to."

edited 2nd Dec '11 8:46:17 AM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

"That's a negative. Lower weapons, but still be ready."

He looked at the fifth krogan. "Timer's paused. Why can't you stand down?"

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"With all due respect, sir, i wasn't talking to you. Thanks anyway."

The fifth Krogan spoke to his fellow non-clansmen. "Please, stand back." Slowly, two instantly following and the more angry ones slowly backing off, they stood together a distance away.

"We needed to send a message", the Krogan finally responded.

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

Jordan waited. "I know you weren't talking to me, but I'm leader here. What message did you want to send?"

He remained suspicious. Depending on how this went, the Ozzy could get a new job, or things could go to hell.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"Both CO and XO are planetside. They can still outrank you in a judgement call, i'm sure."

The Krogan shrugged. "That we were capable enough." He immediately cut off any witty response with a prompt "I know."

"We're clanless. We needed a way back in."

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

"So you are clanless. Well, here's a tip: we're not the kinds of people you want to fuck with."

He swapped to COM. "Alright everyone, they're clanless and they need a way back in. Even if they do suck, we might need to waste these guys. Not saying you should raise firearms, but just be ready."

Switching once again to vox, he stared the Krogan down. "If you want a way back into your clan, attack someone else. If you want a way into the afterlife, then go ahead and strike first. Then it's self-defence and we can be blamed for shit."

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

The Krogan simply crossed his arms, stared the man down equally and replied, "Spare me the intimidation. This wasn't my idea."

It could be assumed the four Krogan in the back were pointing with their eyes to who they blamed.

"They wanted to scare you off as a message. They wanted your ship as a trophy. They just want back in. Don't blame us for brash decisions based purely upon a desire to mean something, and don't blame me for doing as a clanless should."

edited 2nd Dec '11 9:15:41 AM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

"In that case, I'm still feeling merciful. I'm giving you plenty of chances to fuck off and you're not taking them. If you don't, don't blame me for defending myself."

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"It's okay, Jordan. Even if these krogan refuse to stop pestering us, we've already established that they can't do us any harm."

The Doctor turned to the krogan. "Surely there is a better, more possible way to get back in your clan than by challenging us."

edited 2nd Dec '11 10:58:59 AM by Firebert

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"No. There is not." The Krogan now turned to Marik, his previous expression softened somewhat, to a state of small admiration. "The clans of Tuchanka are symbols of pride to us Krogan; being an outcast deems you a being of no worth, no purpose."

"We five are clanless, deemed less than unworthy. We yearn to mean something again, or to die honorably trying, even if our elders would still not give a damn. The only way to send a message big enough is by defeating a worthy opponent, someone with reputation."

The Krogan now gestured to the Ozymandias and now landed Hamurrabi, his admiration growing. "Look at your ship. The state it's in is reputation enough. Each mark on its hull speaks of experience, of involvement in great battles. To a clan leader, this can be impressive or intimidating. To a clansman, this is a sign of honor, of respect."

"To a clanless, it is a beacon, an invitation to prove your true worth, worth that clansmen were blind to."

He now turned back to Marik, his expression serious. "Challenging you is the way of a clanless: I prove my worth by victory, or i end my own existence in shame."

edited 2nd Dec '11 11:26:17 AM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

Jordan nodded. "So you're willing to die. Noble, but incredibly stupid."

He raised the Eviscerator and switched to CO Ms. "Looks like we're getting out of this one way. Wait for my signal."

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"Listen to me closely here. We can NOT start a fight with these guys. As bad as their guns are, if a bullet finds it's way into the engines in the state they're in either from their shitty marksmanship, our shitty marksmanship or any rebounds off of a shield then we're stuck here. You guys all know I'd love to take care of these guys as much as the rest of you, but it's just not an option."

Kate was pretty frustrated by this, but she had to say it.

Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.

"Alright then. There any way we can disable these guys or shame them enough to get them to fuck off?"

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"Flip 'em off, hell even humor them. As long as we aren't retreating, or walking slowly away under their bullets, we're okay."

Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.

Jordan thought for a few moments as he distracted one of the Krogan.

He spake, "Well, I still don't think you have a good chance of beating us. You are krogan, but your guns and armor look like they're worth shit."

Back to COM. "Say... isn't there something you can do with krogan that shames them and gives you a war trophy or something?"

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"If you really want to humor these idiots, tell them we'll be their krantt if they pick a better target. After that, it doesn't matter if we fight for them or backstab them, they'll be off of our hands."

An elcor would learn to swim on Kahje before these morons punched his ticket off of this rock, Kardan thought.

"I know an arms dealer who might need some 'problems' taken care of."

edited 3rd Dec '11 8:14:34 AM by MadCormorant

"Aye-aye, Kardan. Thanks for the suggestion, I'll credit you when we're off this dump."

Appearing to think for a few minutes, Jordan then "came up" with the solution. "Saaaaaaaay... I've got a better plan, one that may get you back into a clan without us having to die. We know an arms dealer that needs a few problems taken care of. And if you help us do it, we'll be your krantt. That sound good?"

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Una raised an eyebrow. "Just when you think you've seen everything." She mumbled to herself. "Now that's a solution alright." Arak added, his tone, though still good-natured, somewhat ambiguous as far as his prospects for the suggestion went.

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"We're about to solve a problem asking questions first instead of shooting," Deimos said, holstering his pistol. "Never thought I'd see the day..." he said with a dark chuckle.

edited 4th Dec '11 6:02:38 PM by slashedtire

Nothing to see here. Move along.

"I like it, for one," said Marik, his blue glow finally fading away completely. "It saves me the trouble of performing clean-up duty, that's for sure."

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