Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Oct 19, 2015 4:24:04 GMT
Three thoughts ran through Druss's head at that moment. One, 'Oh no, this is the end.' Two, 'I really should have gotten that lap dance back on omega.' Three, 'Wait! Deacon!' "*hssk* DEACON! THE SPECTRE NAMED DEACON SENT ME!" Shouting the words out, she waited for their reaction, thinking about all the events in her life that led up to this, joining the military, fighting through the reaper war, quitting to pursue her spectre quest, hearing about an asari terrorist hiding in a popular nightclub on thessia, meeting another asari at a bar who by a stroke of 'luck' happened to be a spectre. For a brief few seconds regret flooded her mind for believing this spectre nonsense was a smart idea, tightly shutting her eyes for the end.
(( OOC: It fits perfectly XD ))
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Oct 19, 2015 6:05:31 GMT
For a moment in the wake of Druss’s declaration there was utter silence, until at last Mantric rumbled “Who in the wastes is Deacon?”
After that a number of things happened very quickly.
Varman, who had been turning back towards his bodyguards to see if any of them had any clue about this ‘Deacon’ business, spotted something, raised his arm, bellowing “Quisling!” for reasons best known to himself, and opened fire at the heavily armoured batarian gun drone that had hovered up above the line of a nearby roof, which in turn opened fire at Mantric’s building until Varman took out one of its engines, sending it into a whirling spiral that killed two of his own bodyguards as its fire slashed wildly across the courtyard before it collided with the ground and exploded. An instant later a third bodyguard went the way of the first two, hurled against Varman by a blast of gunfire courtesy of a squad of armoured men storming towards them, led by Able, who pulled off his helmet, gave a jaunty laugh, and shouted “I-” before Mantric unloaded his shotgun directly into his chest, knocking him backwards as his kinetic barriers flared.
“Stop showing off!” one of his comrades snarled, as the squad spread out, forcing the bodyguards back into what meagre cover they could find with a hail of rifle fire.
“In the name of the Batarian Hegemony In Exile,” Able’s comrade shouted, trying to shoot Mantric, who could scuttle sideways surprisingly fast given his ungainly physique, “we are here to arrest the criminal Ekela T’Rantus-”
“Grenades!” Able roared, evidently not liking anyone else giving the speeches, and at least two of the squad agreed, since they threw a pair of grenades at the open front door of Mantric’s office, just as ‘Kianna’ herself appeared in it, dressed in tight leather battlegear and readying an assault rifle. She ducked instinctively as the two grenades missed her head by inches, and almost turned around to watch them land before she realised what was going on and leapt out of the doorway. The explosion caught her mid-air, hurling her in a biotic bubble across the courtyard, where she landed directly on top of Druss.
“What the- YOU!?”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Oct 19, 2015 17:01:51 GMT
Figuring her call for Deacon had failed, Druss kept her eyes shut, figuring the end was there, hearing the gunshots, taking a moment to figure out they weren't meant for her, but an unseen attacker. Opening her eyes, she'd scan her surroundings, instinctively covering her face with her arm as the flaming drone crashed and spewed a cone of fire onto the bodyguards. Wondering why she heard a familiar batarian laugh, but couldn't remember who it belonged to at that moment.
Still confused amidst the chaos, Druss picked up one of the dead bodyguard's weapons, training kicking in as she looked for cover, seeing two grenades pass over an asari, a flash of light going off not too far behind her after and-
Looking up at the asari, Druss tried to get the gun pointed at her, soon figuring out who she was, the shotgun however proved to be rather tricky to maneuver with one hand. "*hssk* Get the fuck off of me!"
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Oct 20, 2015 1:49:37 GMT
Kianna snarled and tried to shoot Druss in return, but their weapons tangled as they struggled and both ended up firing off into the air, a moment before a hail of fire from the batarians peppered the ground around them, stray rounds sparking off Druss’s suit and buffeting Kianna’s barrier.
The asari said a very unladylike word and grabbed Druss by the shoulders, wriggling around behind her and using her as cover as she made for part of the office wall, which wasn’t burning too badly to hide behind. Meanwhile Mantric and Varman seemed to have settled their differences for the moment and distracted the batarians, Varman’s gun-arm belching firepower and a jet of flame that drove them back, Mantric’s shotgun blowing holes through the crates his targets were trying to hide behind
“That’s a terror squad!” Kianna shouted at the back of Druss’s head. “You work for them, you little yakshi whore?!?”
“Druss Jorkakt!” Able shouted above the din of weapons fire. “The Hegemony In Exile will gladly remunerate you-”
“Stop trying to talk like a godsdamned high-caste!” his lieutenant shouted, either panicked or infuriated enough to momentarily ignore the firefight and punch Able squarely in the face.
“I will suffer this no longer!” Varman bellowed. “Send in the Car!”
“The what-”
Three blocks distant the roar of a military-grade engine erupted from a garage at the base of Varman’s auction house, and to a chorus of screams of fleeing pedestrians trying to get out of the way a heavily-rebuilt Mako emerged, driving straight into the side of the shopfront across the street and using the ensuing rubble as a ramp to get high enough for a clear shot towards Mantric’s courtyard. The rear wheel pairs had been replaced by tank treads, but the mass accelerator cannon in its turret was unchanged, and let fly a shot that pulverised the side of a warehouse - sadly, not the one the batarians were next to, as the vehicle’s progress across the collapsing rooftops was throwing its aim badly off, not that that seemed to discourage the driver from following up with a spray from the coaxial autocannon.
“Wish I’d never sold you that thing,” Mantric grumbled loudly above the chaos.
“Traxi!” Able was shouting, back on his feet. “Ground fire, now!” His squad scattered as the Mako’s fire became somewhat more accurate, then a shadow fell over the courtyard as Traxi lowered down from parking orbit, blasting various hull panels loose from explosive bolts - the screaming from bystanders seemed to have diminished, as everyone had gotten the idea that the dispute was escalating and was making themselves scarce before the hull plates crashed to the ground - and opened fire from the mortal batteries the ship had concealed beneath them.
“Cease fire! Cease fire!” Able’s lieutenant was shouting above the cannonade, but it seemed the ship either couldn’t hear his signal or was obeying Able, as it continued to rain explosives down on the area around the Mako, which was swerving left and right and raising its main gun to return fire.
“Okay,” Kianna rasped, half-fear half-anger, as she cowered behind the toppled wall and aimed her rifle at Druss. “This is all your fault somehow, what the fuck did you do?”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Oct 20, 2015 4:42:33 GMT
"*hssk* joke's on you, I've got actual spectre backup this time!" While the backup was a lie, Druss was still biting into the spectre ruse. "*hssk* If the name Deacon means anything to you, you'll put that rifle down." Listening for the sound of any further mortar shots or the APC rumbling nearby, Druss waited, planning for her surrender, but hoping the largely undersheilded suit could take a point-blank rifle round to the face.
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Oct 20, 2015 5:42:51 GMT
“...Deacon?” Kianna made a peculiar face, as if she was trying to figure out something that just wouldn’t make sense. “Deacon from ‘Space Ranger 2255’? What- Oh,” she rolled her eyes as realisation struck, “Ventris, you bitch! Sold me out to the Goddess-damned blinks?” She looked around as if searching for something to shoot, then remembered she had a perfectly good candidate at gunpoint already.
“You got played, volus,” she shouted over the increasing din of the battle, “but fuck it, die.” And she might have made good on her threat had the immediate source of the noise, the Mako with its side burning and half its wheels twisted, not come crashing through the warehouse behind her, clipped her with the edge of its hull, and sent her flying. The vehicle’s engine roared as it tried to steady itself, still firing at the freighter overhead, but then a mortar round from above found its mark and blew it to pieces.
Druss came to at the sound of a scream, which it turned out wasn’t hers; a chunk of Mako hull must have caught her side-on, bowling her across the remains of the courtyard but helpfully shielding her from any more lethal shrapnel, and by some miracle leaving her appropriated gun within reach. Kianna hadn’t been so lucky, lying sprawled over a heap of shattered prefab with a piece of axle buried in her thigh, and if that wasn’t bad enough, Able leaning over her, liberally applying a shock prod to the back of her neck.
“Calm yourself, my dear,” he rasped - he was looking somewhat the worse for wear himself, chin covered in dried blood, and limping with an oozing wound in his stomach as a memento of the firefight which by the sound of it was still going on one street over. “There’s that nasty little bio-amp taken care of - girls like you shouldn’t play with such dangerous toys! Now,” he went on, kicking her back to the ground as she struggled to push herself up, “don’t make a fuss or I shall have to break something else! That pretty little head of yours is worth quite a sum, and I’ve promised my squad an evening of charming entertainment from you before we remove it - they’d be mortified if I started early.”
“Ma... Mantric,” Kianna coughed, spitting up dark blue blood. “Help... please... Mantric...?” Her eye lit on Druss, and of all the desperate moves, she reached out a shaking hand towards the volus. “...please, help...”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Oct 20, 2015 20:07:27 GMT
The world seemed to go into a slow motion trance then, her vision trying to focus, seeing the gun, instinctively scrambing for it before her brain redirected her attention to the movement over by the burning wreck of what used to be the Mako. Trying to get back onto her feet, she found herself unable to, opting to lay prone with the rifle, her armour having kept her uninjured from the blast and shrapnel, having been designed for exactly that sort of thing. As the world settled back to it's regular speed, she was getting a look/listen on what was going on, a flood of thoughts swarmed her mind, faster than she could process them. Training kicking in, Druss kept the rifle unaimed, trying to get Able's attention, still believing taking down Kianna would get her further to her goal. "*hssk* Hey! Kar'shan-clan!" Keeping the rifle untrained on him, Druss was counting on reaction time and the rubble around her to provide cover if Able was hostile after all, yet something told her not to shoot the thessia-clan just yet, but she couldn't remember what . . .
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Oct 21, 2015 0:04:11 GMT
“Hm?” Able looked around for the source of the half-heard voice. “Oh! My dear Druss!” Either he didn’t see the rifle or didn’t care, leaving his own weapon slung casually on its shoulder strap. “What an adventure to tell the folks back home, no? Presuming you do get back home.” He chuckled rather too cheerfully, then gave Kianna another jolt from the shock prod and hauled her up by the collar of her battlegear, half-choking her as her legs refused to take her weight.
“I’m sorry to say you’ll have to make your own arrangements in that regard, my dear,” he called out to the volus. “Traxi will be carrying myself and my pretty bounty here back to the new Hegemony fleet, and we have no room for passengers, even ones who have been most useful.”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Oct 21, 2015 3:33:28 GMT
The denial of transport, small as it may have been, was enough of a move for Druss to feel comfortable pulling the trigger, aiming the rifle in a little over a second-
[Below is if Able doesn't react fast enough, or dodge the bullets, etc.]
Three rounds connected, aimed at his upper chest, with one possibly being a headshot if Druss's aim was thrown off enough. Keeping the rifle now focused on Kianna, Druss afforded herself the luxury of looking over at Able's corpse briefly for a cheesy one-liner. "*hssk* A seat just opened up." Looking back over to Kianna, Druss, out of distrust, fear, or both depending on how you look at it, fired a round close to her, the universal sign for 'we're not freinds'
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Oct 21, 2015 4:20:35 GMT
Able was not, as it turned out, as quick with his reactions as he was with his mouth.
Nor were his armour’s barriers quick at recharging from whatever they had suffered earlier; Druss’s shotgun fire punched straight through his torso, killing him instantly and splattering Kianna with gore as she crashed back to the ground. She recoiled from the shot into the rubble next to her, covering her head from the shower of shrapnel, but didn’t react. Being helpless in Able’s hands, however briefly, followed by the sudden explosion of blood, had evidently been too much, and she lay sobbing without trying to raise her head.
The impasse was short-lived though, as Mantric came crashing through the debris, hollering her name; he was injured, but typically for a krogan it didn’t seem to be slowing him down. He took one look at her on the ground, and Able’s corpse, then swept his weapons - two of the batarians’ rifles, presumably no longer needed by their former owners - over towards Druss.
“Dunno who you are, vol,” he grunted, “but that pop gun you’re holding ain’t gonna put me down before I open up that tin suit o’ yours.”
“Batarians...” Kianna gasped, seeming to rouse at the sound of the krogan’s voice. “She’s with... the batarians...” Mantric’s face hardened, and he let one rifle fall on its strap and raised the other to aim down the scope, right between Druss’s eye lenses.
“Well then we got a problem, vol,” he snarled.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Oct 22, 2015 0:05:34 GMT
Rolling behind a chunk of wall, firing a shot as she rolled at Kianna's general direction, possibly landing a hit, Druss looked around for ideas, firing upward at a still functioning ceiling light, flicking her suit's night vision filter on. "*hssk* I just shot him how can I be working with him you dumb pee'ka!" Ok so maybe firing at Kianna earlier wasn't smart, but heat of the moment she figured. Besides, Deacon didn't specify if she had to be brought dead or alive . . . maybe. The krogan was a worrying factor however, hopefulyl he had issues with seeing in the dark, if not then- oh, the shotgun is empty. Ok, play it cool, don't panic, and act like you've got a shot left, maybe she wasn't counting. "*hssk* I'm just here for the thessia-clan! I don't know who the fuck those batarians are- just back off of this shit mister!"
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Oct 22, 2015 0:29:57 GMT
“That’s my woman, vol!” Mantric snarled, opening fire at the wall Druss was in cover behind. “An’ you tried to sell her out to a terror squad! You know what they do to asari, vol?” He crouched down beside Kianna, firing the rifle one-handed in Druss’s general direction as a distraction while he opened his omni-tool and loaded a shot of medi-gel. The gunfire ceased, and there was a pause, and a quiet murmur from the krogan. Then he got back to his feet, glaring balefully at Druss’s position. Behind him Kianna gazed lifelessly across the courtyard, and blood pooled around her from the jagged hole Druss’s final shot had torn through her neck.
“You shoulda just run, vol,” the krogan muttered flatly, before throwing his guns to the ground and charging with a bestial roar.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Oct 22, 2015 4:57:59 GMT
As the towering krogan spoke, an idea struck Druss well before Mantric could, one that would, with luck, see her through to tomorrow. Picking up a sharp, somewhat bent bit of loose re-bar, Druss quickly used an incinerate-tech shot at the shotgun, fusing the re-bar to it, an impromptu bayonet, and one that would hopefully hold. Sighing, Druss broke cover as she heard him roar, having seen enough B-movies to know this meant a charge. Sprinting at him, giving her loudest war cry, she figured her only chance was to go right for the neck, or if that wasn't an option, try to get it right in the spot where forehead turned into head-plate, putting her belief in what some old merc told her once about that being a way to pop the head plate off. If all else failed, go for the quad, or go to the afterlife.
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Oct 22, 2015 5:42:22 GMT
With Mantric’s head down, the neck was a no-go as a target, and as it turned out the head-plate wasn’t much better - possibly the merc had been on to something, but Druss’s height meant the upward angle was too sharp, and instead of digging in the improvised bayonet glanced off the krogan’s weathered crest, half a second before the two collided. Volus aren’t light and the suit’s armour added plenty of mass, but evolution had designed krogan to charge far bigger opponents, and Druss found herself hammered squarely in the chest by a rising knee then rebounded off Mantric’s shoulder, flying out of his enraged reach onto the top of a prefab bunker.
“Gonna gut ya!” a roar followed, but before that could be made good on there was an ear-piercing whine from the hovering freighter, followed by a billow of flame as some internal damage the Mako had inflicted reached just the wrong spot, and the side of its freight bay blew out, causing a rain of debris that battered the area, punching gaping holes through the ‘ground’ into the service levels below, demolishing buildings, and among other random devastation collapsing one side of the bunker Druss had landed on, sending her rolling down to come to a halt in front of one of Varman’s surviving bodyguards; the batarian himself was some distance away, looking alarmed at the freighter, and carrying the heads of a number of the late Able’s associates.
From somewhere on the other side of the debris that had been his office, Mantric’s voice echoed a forlorn shout of “Kela!”, Druss evidently forgotten for the moment; Varman paid it no heed, but glanced over at his bodyguard’s shout, and peered curiously at the volus.
“I say-” he began, before being drowned out by another explosion from above; he looked up again, and for once didn’t have anything more eloquent to say that “Oh, shit.”
The fires had reached the ship’s engines, and one was belching smoke and flame as it slewed around, fighting the pilot’s control, losing altitude all the while. Missing the rooftops by metres it reached the crater’s edge, tearing off half its cargo modules and gouging a trench through the asteroid’s rock, before the ship’s core slammed into one of the generators creating the atmosphere shield. The segmented forcefield began to fluctuate alarmingly, as strand after energy strand shut off, leaving the remaining beams increasingly hard-put to take the entire load.
“We are leaving!” Varman bellowed, throwing his head collection away and flailing his arms wildly at his bodyguards to hurry them. “To the shuttle and be damned to the hindmost!”
“The slaves, boss-” the man nearest Druss ventured, losing no time in hurrying after his boss.
“Leave the livestock!” he shouted back, in full retreat. “When that shield goes down every benighted soul on this rock will be breathing vacuum, and I don’t propose to end my charmed life experiencing that!”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Oct 22, 2015 18:11:41 GMT
Druss was more worried about how to get off the rock, the threat of no air being of little concern to a species that didn't breath the same air mixture and spent most of their time in pressurized suits, not to mention she still had no video or pictures of Kianna's corpse. Faced with two decisions, go back for the picture or try to get out with Varman, Druss took the stupid decision, shouting to the bionic batarian as she waddled past or over the bunker debris. "*hssk* Wait there! This will only take a moment!" Waddling over or around the debris, she tried to get visuals on Kianna's corpse, filming it for six seconds if she could. If she couldn't see it from where she was, then she would try to get closer to here she hoped it was . . .
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