Marik nodded to the engineers who came to pick the parts up, assisting them a bit with his biotics.
Once they had that situation under control, the Doctor led Joe into the ship and attempted to find Kate.
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Wimpy Mc Squishy
Dru brought up the silo schematics on his omnitool and started looking them over. After a minute he spoke up again. "You know, if you want to get the Blood Packs to split up, I'm not so sure that you'd need to distract them with an assault. Maybe a fake comms message or some kind of critical systems failure inside the building could serve as a diversion instead. It seems to me that would be safer."
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'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'"We don't know their comms protocols, so the fake message is out." Kardan countered. "Also, if we want to disable any systems, we'd need to get inside in the first place. Whoever built this damn silo knew what they were doing; no exposed wires, self-contained generator, the works. If we can send some troops to sneak through and disable the power from the launch control room..."
"It seems that the Recon Team will be needed here." Syven, who hitherto had held his peace, broke silence. "Mr. River, I volunteer."
"Good call." Kardan acknowledged the drell. "Once the outside sentries are eliminated, and the loading bay is breached, the Recon Team should clear the area and infiltrate the launch control room next to the fuel depot at the back of the loading bay to disable the base's power. Ground Team Leader will take most of the assault team with him to help secure it. I'll split off with one or two krogan scouts, go through the missile launch pad, and access the northern corridor into the barracks. The rest will go with the Ground Team Leader and access the southern corridor connected to the the launch control area. The barracks team will cover the eastern entrance, and make sure no one escapes once the shooting starts. Now, we'll need a tech expert to hack the loading bay doors and disable power. Any volunteers?"
edited 8th Dec '11 5:04:25 PM by MadCormorant
Wimpy Mc Squishy
"I suppose I could do that," Dru said. His head was reeling a bit from trying to understand all of the batarian's plan. "So, how many teams are we splitting up into? Three?"
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'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'Jordan nodded to Kardan and took the Mattock off his back, before priming it with the same Incendiary Ammo he primed the Eviscerator with.
"That means I'm heading up the frontal charge, as always. Good, that's where I excel."
He then waved lightly to Deimos as he arrived.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."A short while later, Una was, yet again, contemplating her dislike for insane plans not of her own make. It wasn't that she was getting introspective as much as the fact that crouching next to what seemed to be a back entrance of sorts, knowing they might be outnumbered 10-to-1, really put things into perspective. "T'Davi here, got the flanking crew in position. Hope you don't mind loud, because that's what we're good at." She sent the message to the public channel and then briefly considered sending a very important direct message. No, that wasn't happening, she said to herself, none of that "getting your affairs in order"-shit. Not today.
Liveblog | DeadblogJordan nodded once. "Alright. Amy, you in position for this?" He clutched his Mattock - no sense in bringing the Terminator-Bitch if there weren't any batarians who needed vindication.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""Yes sir. Got a wall of Krogan backing me up."
The clanless had been equipped as best they could for the situation; light armor, shotguns for three of them, an assault rifle for the other two.
Two scouts were also aiding her, although they stuck a bit away from the clanless.
"Just give the word."
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank HillSyven nodded quietly; he checked his gear, making sure everything was in place, loading disruptors for his pistol.
Kardan fiddled with Akelah for the second time in as many minutes, checking that he had his incendiaries loaded. If it kept his nerves steady, why the hell not?
Looking behind him, he noticed the two krogan scouts assigned to the group; the first seemed to be tuning his assault rifle, while the second loaded a new heatsink into his shotgun.
"I don't think I've got your names." He whispered.
"Krom."
"Warg."
"You both know what to do?"
"Capture control room, follow you to launch pad, hold northern corridor, kill all the Blood Pack." Krom, the assault-rifle wielding one, spoke. Warg nodded his assent, before adding his own assessment.
"I like that last part."
"Good. One quick tip: don't go charging ahead on your own. I have a flamethrower, so if you can pin them down, I can cook them to a crisp while they're still in cover."
"Hmm. Grilled vorcha dinner." Warg smacked his lips.
"Ugh." Krom shook his head.
"Did I say that out loud?" Warg looked at the two of them sheepishly.
"You two, noise discipline." Kardan cut them off.
"... Roger."
Wimpy Mc Squishy
Dru couldn't take his eyes off of the Blood Pack sentry on the ground in front of him. He wasn't sure exactly who had brought it down, but it didn't look like it had been easy. There were literally dozens of bullet holes in the krogan's armor, only a few of which had bled.
"Hey, you're sure that thing is dead, right?" he asked the unit commander. "Because I've heard of krogans regenerating from grenade launcher hits." The last thing he wanted was a half-ton monster sneaking up on him; this plan kinda relied on knowing exactly where all the half-ton monsters are.
He gripped his pistol tightly. He knew how to use it, but the tricky part was knowing how to use it on a krogan.
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'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'Jake examined the corpse "Nice job Banshee." He commended a female infiltrator holding an M-92 Mantis, she nodded quietly in response. "Okay Jordan. Your team goes first. Banshee, Poltergeist, you provide covering sniper fire from this position." Jake glanced first at Jordan and then at two of the infiltrators, one of them the aforemented female. "Spectre, Ghost and Wight come with me, we will cloak and go for a flanking position incase of eventual initial resistance but as soon as we get the chance we go for the control room. If there's none, we'll go directly futher into the base. In that case you two come after us." He gestured to the two snipers "And Syven. Keep low."
edited 16th Dec '11 2:56:28 PM by Clawthewolf
Wimpy Mc Squishy
Dru activated his Omni-tool got to work cracking the door's lock. He'd received some instruction onboard the Rayya regarding krogan tech, and he'd even gotten the chance to practice on some. However, that had been almost a year ago, and that hadn't been the only thing he'd been trying to cram into his head. Luckily, krogan workmanship was laughably primitive. And as it turned out, it was just like piloting a shuttle; once you learn it you never really forget it. The lock was down in less than half a minute.
"There you go," he said. "Now what do you think of that?"
He heard a voice come from his earpiece. "If you've got the lock open, you might want to step aside. Or else you could be staring down a herd of angry snapping turtles in about five seconds." The voice belonged to one of the infiltrators.
"What's a snapping turtle?" he asked.
"Get out of the way!" the voice shouted.
The door started to make noises, and Dru realized he didn't have any more time to waste. Without even thinking he activated his suit's cloaking device and started running out of what was about to become the line of fire.
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'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'

"Wow, you seem confident," Dru remarked. "I agree with Miss T'Davi; this actually sounds pretty serious."
Realizing that he was talking to professionals, Dru got the feeling that maybe it'd be better if he kept his mouth shut. If nothing else, though, today was definitely going to be interesting. These mercs were talking about this job as if 70 or 100 angry vorcha and krogans were little more than an inconvenience. He wondered whether they were just confident or really really stupid. He was anxious to see how this would turn out... from a reasonably safe distance, that is.
edited 8th Dec '11 3:42:01 PM by jagillette
'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'