Re: Fill: Just Another War Story 3/?
anonymous
March 25 2013, 12:15:07 UTC
Extraction is a clusterfuck. Dalana’s poison striking all over the place, trying to keep the Reaper forces off-guard. Jorus took a Brute claw-swipe to knee, and is perched at the back, trying to nail headshots and not move his leg. Alvar throws a grenade into a pack of three cannibals. The air is hot with the whine of bullets and the thump of biotic explosions.
Tereena risks a quick glance at Carter. He is near Jorus, and as she watches his summons up some reserves of energy to throw out a singularity near a chokepoint to the west, holding up some of the troops. She follows up with a throw.
“Shuttle inbound. Drop back to the EZ, shuttle inbound in 20 seconds.” Dalana follows her own order, phasing through a wall and next to Tereena, her Eviscerator’s barrel still glowing hot from discharge.
“Tereena, go!” They take off together towards the others, sprinting hard. The last few metres to the shuttle seem like miles, and she can see Alvar and Jorus already on board, the former helping Carter on who turns around and sends a warp flying past her. She doesn’t risk a look back, instead opting for a running leap into the doorway, Dalana moments behind.
Small arms fire peppers the shuttle as they fly away, the cabal collapsing into seats, Carter right next to her. She can’t stop sharing an exhausted but exultant grin with her fellow turians. Another successful operation is always reason to be happy. Especially one with no losses. She glances at the human next to her. Carter has a sort of manic, wild-eyed look on his face. She knows that one, the post-combat adrenalin high that rookies are never prepared for. She flicks his thigh with a talon.
“So, Carter. Anything broken? How’s the shoulder?” She struggles to keep her own tone neutral. He needs to hear her be calm and measured, something he can try to emulate.
“Hurts, but you know, OK. Need food, am starving. Don’t think I’ve ever used my biotics like that before.” The wild-eyed look is fading a little, a good sign.
“Yeah, I hear ya kid.” She points a talon at Alvar, chewing on a protein bar. “See if you can get some levo-variants of those from somewhere. They’re a lifesaver.” She doesn’t rummage around for her own. The poor kid is semi-drooling as it is, and it would cruel to wave one right under his nose. Despite the pangs in her stomach. He nods at her, understanding, then leans back against the wall of the shuttle and closes his eyes. Good. Even if he doesn’t sleep, it’ll calm him down. A few moments later his shoulder bumps into hers, and stays there. She doesn’t move away. The shuttle flies serenely on back to base.
Tereena risks a quick glance at Carter. He is near Jorus, and as she watches his summons up some reserves of energy to throw out a singularity near a chokepoint to the west, holding up some of the troops. She follows up with a throw.
“Shuttle inbound. Drop back to the EZ, shuttle inbound in 20 seconds.” Dalana follows her own order, phasing through a wall and next to Tereena, her Eviscerator’s barrel still glowing hot from discharge.
“Tereena, go!” They take off together towards the others, sprinting hard. The last few metres to the shuttle seem like miles, and she can see Alvar and Jorus already on board, the former helping Carter on who turns around and sends a warp flying past her. She doesn’t risk a look back, instead opting for a running leap into the doorway, Dalana moments behind.
Small arms fire peppers the shuttle as they fly away, the cabal collapsing into seats, Carter right next to her. She can’t stop sharing an exhausted but exultant grin with her fellow turians. Another successful operation is always reason to be happy. Especially one with no losses. She glances at the human next to her. Carter has a sort of manic, wild-eyed look on his face. She knows that one, the post-combat adrenalin high that rookies are never prepared for. She flicks his thigh with a talon.
“So, Carter. Anything broken? How’s the shoulder?” She struggles to keep her own tone neutral. He needs to hear her be calm and measured, something he can try to emulate.
“Hurts, but you know, OK. Need food, am starving. Don’t think I’ve ever used my biotics like that before.” The wild-eyed look is fading a little, a good sign.
“Yeah, I hear ya kid.” She points a talon at Alvar, chewing on a protein bar. “See if you can get some levo-variants of those from somewhere. They’re a lifesaver.” She doesn’t rummage around for her own. The poor kid is semi-drooling as it is, and it would cruel to wave one right under his nose. Despite the pangs in her stomach.
He nods at her, understanding, then leans back against the wall of the shuttle and closes his eyes. Good. Even if he doesn’t sleep, it’ll calm him down. A few moments later his shoulder bumps into hers, and stays there. She doesn’t move away. The shuttle flies serenely on back to base.
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Two- damn I want a Cabal Vanguard....
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