There weren't supposed to be any contacts down here - just the wreck of a ship, some tenuous signs of what had once been life, and some important old AI data stored in the ship's memory banks with regard to a series of Geth movements that had gone unchecked. And yet here they were climbing through some derelict old war ship in a less than friendly atmosphere (the decks tilted sickeningly underfoot due to the mountainous terrain where its shell had come to rest) being fired on, fortuitously enough, by a goddamn swarm of Geth.
Perfect. Just. Perfect.
Dropping her hand from her comm, having just informed the Normandy of the situation on the ground, Shepard leans tentatively out of her cover. Her back is to a wall that's more floor due to the angle of the ship and the corridor she's peering down now is like a pit waiting to be fallen into. But if her mockup is right, the ship's CIC and databanks are down it, along with who knows what else. It's quiet, but she doesn't anticipate it'll stay that way for long.
"Alright, we need to work our way down there. Garrus, covering fire. Thane, is there any way you can use a biotic field to get us down to that ledge?" Ledge being a hazy term for what once was the next hatch in the hallway.
It had seemed a - well, not a simple mission, but among the more straightforward ones. Get in, get the information, get out. It's a good thing that he rarely expects less than the worst. He's so frequently rewarded by a lack of surprise at whatever circumstances they've managed to land in now.
This one is a little more precarious than normal, but so far it has remained manageable. Most things are, he has found. He picks off another geth that showed his head and glances down at the ledge, up at Shepard and Garrus from his crouched position.
"I can do it." Or he will find a way. It will take a fair amount out of him, but he doesn't think enough to keep him from being effective. "I can slow your descent enough to keep you from harm." Another shot and he moves back nearer to the drop. "Whenever you are ready."
"You know, I never could pinpoint why shootouts always seemed so boring," Garrus mutters from behind his scope, the side of his rifle jammed up against one of the ship's lopsided support beams and wedged in on a seam to act as a sort of makeshift tripod. His shots are clean, trail off in short, controlled bursts to slip past the white hot streaks of enemy fire the second it crops up.
The crouched silhouette of a Geth Sniper snaps back over itself and tumbles down through the corridor as he pulls back to eject yet another spent thermal clip. "Now I get it: why waste time with cover when we could just be throwing ourselves at their faces?"
Shifting close to the edge of the drop, she throws Garrus a sidelong look. There's a distinct grin creeping there at the edge of her mouth. "Next time you can go first then," she says (which is either a joke or it isn't but there's a reason she doesn't spend her free time jumping off high ledges).
She counts, rolling into the pattern of return fire like stepping into a familiar-- well. She's never been good at dancing, so maybe it's better to just get it over with. With a nod to Thane, Shepard makes her jump down toward the next hatch.
"That is regularly our battle plan." Dryly quiet as he waits for Shepard's move. It comes and he throws up the field as she jumps, keeps it close enough around her that he can slow her descent enough to give her a clear and easy landing. Or as clear and easy as is capable on that ledge.
A nod to Garrus once he is sure Shepard has made it safely down and there is room for them all. "When you have an opening." His angle is not good for cover fire, but he can provide a little here and there.
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CRASHES IN, SHOVES EVERYONE INTO A GROUP HUG
Perfect. Just. Perfect.
Dropping her hand from her comm, having just informed the Normandy of the situation on the ground, Shepard leans tentatively out of her cover. Her back is to a wall that's more floor due to the angle of the ship and the corridor she's peering down now is like a pit waiting to be fallen into. But if her mockup is right, the ship's CIC and databanks are down it, along with who knows what else. It's quiet, but she doesn't anticipate it'll stay that way for long.
"Alright, we need to work our way down there. Garrus, covering fire. Thane, is there any way you can use a biotic field to get us down to that ledge?" Ledge being a hazy term for what once was the next hatch in the hallway.
YES GOOD i'm a big fan of group hugs
This one is a little more precarious than normal, but so far it has remained manageable. Most things are, he has found. He picks off another geth that showed his head and glances down at the ledge, up at Shepard and Garrus from his crouched position.
"I can do it." Or he will find a way. It will take a fair amount out of him, but he doesn't think enough to keep him from being effective. "I can slow your descent enough to keep you from harm." Another shot and he moves back nearer to the drop. "Whenever you are ready."
ME THREE. COME TO MY ARMS YOU CUTIES <3
The crouched silhouette of a Geth Sniper snaps back over itself and tumbles down through the corridor as he pulls back to eject yet another spent thermal clip. "Now I get it: why waste time with cover when we could just be throwing ourselves at their faces?"
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She counts, rolling into the pattern of return fire like stepping into a familiar-- well. She's never been good at dancing, so maybe it's better to just get it over with. With a nod to Thane, Shepard makes her jump down toward the next hatch.
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A nod to Garrus once he is sure Shepard has made it safely down and there is room for them all. "When you have an opening." His angle is not good for cover fire, but he can provide a little here and there.