[OPEN LOG] We're going to break through that fleet

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Who: Fox McCloud all_range_mode and OPEN to anyone trapped on the Sigrun
What: Trying to find a way off this ship before it blows while fighting off hoards of deadly alien life and rouge sentry bots. Clearly the odds are in our favor, guys.
When: ALL WEEK
Where: S.S. Sigrun
Warnings: Shooting shit and getting shit shot at you/aliens mauling you/INTENSE SCI FI

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[rocketfaced]

Oh for the love of everything decent.

For the same reasons as Fox, Garrus made his way back to the Sigrun, memories of the near-disaster on Noveria with Shepard fresh in his mind. Initially, he didn't plan on getting caught on the ship for any longer than necessary-- get in, torch the source plant, and get the hell out. So, naturally, he prepared for things to go horribly, horribly wrong

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Fox paused mid step when Garrus' voice came in over his headpiece, his ears pivoting a bit as he tried to pick up any other sounds in the area. When he was sure nothing else was around, he ducked behind an over turned metal cart of some sort and crouched down.

"Nice to hear a familiar voice," Fox replied softly, not wanting to give away his position to anything else that could be lying in wait in the area, "I take it you had the same plan I did."

[rocketfaced]

"There's a human saying... something about 'birds of a feather'." Garrus responded, with the slightest hint of mirth in his voice. He watched Fox take cover, but kept his scope focused elsewhere. He knew where his comrade was-- he didn't know where the big bad beasties were going to funnel from next.

"Anyway, I've got you covered from up here. Think you're up to teaming up again?"

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"Sounds like a good plan to me. It's not really safe to be wandering around this place solo. Though I guess I don't really have any room to talk, considering this is the second time I've come over here with no back up. Not too bright on my part, I'll admit."

There was a sudden sound from down the hall, probably a metal door of some sort. It was too dark to see from Fox's position. He didn't really want to turn his flashlight on, as it might attract something aggressive (or hungry).

"Sounds like you showed up at a good time."

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"Don't move. I got 'em." Garrus swept his scope in the direction of the noise, the monster fitting neatly in the middle of the crosshairs. He zoomed in closer, calculating the difference in distance, and just how much he'd have to compensate.

It didn't take long.

"Okay, ugly. Let's do this." Garrus growled, savoring the moment. Before taking the shot.

Yeah don't worry, Fox. That mutated alien thing is SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE PLACE AWWW YEAH.

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Fox's ears laid flat when the shot went off, but he didn't flinch. He was pretty used to guns going off by now.

He really didn't like the idea of killing these things, considering there was no telling which ones were freakish mutations of innocent people, and which ones were legitimate space monsters. Still, it was better to kill them and survive than be eaten.

In a way, maybe they were doing them a favor?

"Thanks for the save. I can't see a thing from down here."

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"I can tell. And it's no problem." Garrus didn't mean to sound dismissive. Rather, he knew that they needed to focus on finding a way out, and had a feeling that Fox felt the same.

As for the mutations currently trying to kill them, Garrus made peace with the idea of killing what used to be innocent people long ago. Fighting against the Reapers usually entailed some kind of moral ambiguity.

"More will be on the way. Need me to guide you from up here?"

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It hadn't really sounded dismissive to Fox, he most likely would have worded it the same way himself. There were much bigger things to worry about for the time being, anyway.

Fox peeked out around his makeshift shelter, his ears turning this way and that as he listened for anymore unfriendlies. "I don't hear anything just yet, but there's a good chance something will have been attracted by that noise. If you could tell me how to get to your position I think I'd be fine."

[rocketfaced]

"I climbed up here using a flight of stairs from a previous room." Garrus continued to sweep the scope around the entire room. He felt antsy, his feet shifting back and forth with the kind of anxiousness that only life-or-death situations could bring.

"If it's anything like before, there should be a door leading to a staircase somewhere around here," Garrus began, "I got lucky though. The door didn't close all the way. We may have to backtrack. It's up to you."

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"I'm fine with back tracking." Fox said, jumping ever so slightly at an unusual sound from the direction the monster had come from. Had other creatures showed up?

"It beats being down here with these things."

[rocketfaced]

Lo and behold, some of the monster's friends began rearing their ugly heads, called by the sounds of death death death kill kill kill. Unsurprising, but annoying nonetheless.

"There's a clear path behind you and to your right. Move quickly. I'll try and provide a distraction."

Garrus' words were curt and to the point as he focused once again on the doorway. Those creatures were moving slow, cautious (for the moment), and Garrus intended to use that to their advantage.

"Let me know when you're ready. Unless you've got another plan."

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"Roger that."

Fox holstered his weapon, just in case he'd need to have his hands free, and scoped out the path behind him that Garrus had described. It looked like a clear shot, so he prepared himself to basically run for his life.

"I'm ready. All clear?"

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"Clear!" Garrus all but shouted into his mouthpiece before taking the first shot-- cleanly through a mutant's head.

The rest of the pack move immediately, following the sound of the rifle. He did his best to work quickly, readjusting his scope and letting eyepiece take care of the new calculations. His targets moved fast, their limbs creating background movement and adding to the confusion. Garrus took a deep breath. Panicking wasn't an option.

The next shot found its target easily-- two more to go.

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Fox was off like a fucking rocket, running like his life depended on it. Which it did. He could hear the mutants thrashing about behind him, but as much as he wanted to turn around and take them out himself, he knew at a time like this it was better to trust Garrus to handle them.

It wasn't long before he reached the door, allowing himself a brief look behind him before he entered. It would have been bad if they followed him up, but he didn't really have the time nor the materials to create any sort of barricade. He drew his machine gun again once he reached the stairs in case he'd have to mow anything behind him down, and began ascending them as quickly as he could. With any luck, Garrus would be able to hold them off, but if not it was always good to be prepares.

[rocketfaced]

Originally, the task of watching Fox's back didn't seem too hard, relatively, at least.

But as a flow of mutated aliens began to very slowly trickle into the room, Garrus couldn't help but feel that trouble was a slight possibility. Very slight. In an effort to control what he could, Garrus doubled his efforts, felling his enemies as quickly and cleanly as time allowed. He remembered Omega, the moments right before Shepard found him (funnily enough, under the guise of Archangel) and how the mercs sent to kill him followed almost the same exact pattern.

Except they didn't have massive mouths rowed with thousands of serrated teeth for hands. Or tentacles.

"McCloud, you copy? We may have a bit of trouble."

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"Jeez. Copy that, Archangel. I'm gonna shake 'em up a bit."

The last thing Fox wanted was to endanger someone else for the sake of his own safety. He jumped back down the stairs and, upon reaching the door, cracked it open. Nothing seemed to be right up next to it yet, so he pulled a grenade free from his belt, yanked the pin with his teeth, and hurled it down the corridor (He'd invested in a few traditional grenades on top of his flash ones for this trip A+).

An explosion rocked the area a few seconds later, the unearthly screams of the mutants ripping through the corridor immediately after. Fox couldn't see how many he'd injured, and he didn't plan to stick around to find out. He made his way back up the stairs.

"Sorry about the noise."