Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Jan 17, 2016 22:48:12 GMT
Ducking under a piece of debris as the heat of the flamethrowers passed overhead, the world would seem to slow down for her, as though it was running on an outdated computer.
Druss unslung her rifle, blindly spraying over her cover at the general direction of the mechs. Hearing the thermal clip pop as the clip ran out, she loaded in a new one, looking to Lorta and clemency, the air too bright and distorted to easily make out their status.
Remembering what Naarada had said about detonating a reactor, the volus' body started working ahead of her thoughts, grabbing the largest debris piece in sight and charging the mechs head on with it, logic and tactics being abandoned in the hopes of luck having Druss serve as a proper distraction, and Lorta still being capable of taking the opportunity.
Should she get within melee range, she'd attempt to use the makeshift shield to knock the mechs off balance, attempting to grab their flamethrowers if all went to plan. If the worst had happened, she'd duck under her shield mid-charge, on fire and too high on adrenaline for much in the way of last thoughts before a suit rupture.
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Post by Eclipse Illium on Jan 19, 2016 1:05:56 GMT
A flame jet hit Druss’s makeshift shield, but the splatters of burning gel that splashed around its edges and clung to Druss’s suit weren’t enough to do major damage. The volus cannoned into the lead mech, toppling it with her low centre of gravity; unlike a Loki, though, the Takia didn’t simply hit the ground like a felled tree, but pivoted its weapon sideways to cushion its fall and pushed away from Druss, swinging its legs nimbly clear of her. The others fired again, having a better angle over the shield now Druss was closer - flame clung to her back, setting off hazard alarms in her helmet - but the one she had hit hadn’t had time to bring its weapon back to bear and take advantage of what would have been a killing shot, unobstructed from the side.
It never had the chance - through the crackle of fire there was a dull whump from the rear of the passageway, and then a grenade blew the mech’s head and chest apart. The shockwave sent Druss tumbling into the other wall, knocking the wind out of her, but allowing her to see Clemency crouched by Lorta’s body - the salarian’s armour and flesh melted into a gory mess from chest to hips - unleashing a wail of anguish that turned into a defiant scream as she raised the barrel of her grenade launcher to target the other mechs and opened up on rapid fire.
The deafening cannonade of explosions mixed with shrieking metal and cracking stone, and a constant rumble as the passageway collapsed under the abuse heaped on it, crushing the mechs and sealing off the only way out; Druss, just short of the worst of the damage, was buffeted by the blasts, showered with debris, and hammered by falling chunks of rock and plascrete, but protected enough by her suit to be able to drag herself free of the rubble.
There was a soft ‘clink’ as the barrel of a heavy pistol touched Druss’s helmet. Clemency crouched over the volus, her yellow armour scorched almost black. With her free hand she pulled off her helmet and gazed at Druss, the last traces of fire lighting a grin on her face that was far from reassuring.
“She’s inside the ship,” the girl insisted. “I can hear the ship singing. She’s alive. We’re going to save her. Right?”
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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 Jan 19, 2016 2:00:12 GMT
Her vision was blurry as she was approached by the asari, her view focusing as the pistol was pressed to her head. Nodding after a lengthy pause, Druss shook herself out from the wall, her first thought being to shoot Clemency as soon as her back was turned and make a run for the skycar. Looking over at the collapsed debris, Druss held a hand out to Clemency. "*hssk* How do we get back in?" Filtering out the noise of the fire, the multiple alarms and noises coming from her suit added a far more grounding sense of urgency to the situation. Checking over the suit's condition and seeing that the majority of the problems were with the outer combat armour and not the suit itself, she would continue to follow Clemency.
The promise of riches was now the only thing keeping Druss from running, her rifle lost amidst the collapse structure, leaving her armed with only her pistol, and unwilling to risk an ambush on Clemency with it. As the two journeyed for another way back to the reaper interior, Druss mumbled a prayer to the volus gods, speaking to Clemency shortly after. "*hssk* What if we can't find her?"
Of course, *if* Clemency removed her helmet during the journey, and had her back turned, Druss would, with some hesitation, attempt to shoot the asari in the head. After a breif freakout, she'd continue going on the search for Naarada on her own after taking any weapons and ammo from Clemency's corpse, the ship ringing in her head.
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Post by Eclipse Illium on Jan 19, 2016 4:33:52 GMT
“This way,” Clemency said softly, gesturing with her pistol. The collapse had half-buried the opening they had cut earlier - and Lorta’s corpse with it - but opened up another cavity in the wreckage, sloping downwards into darkness alongside the buried ship. The asari gestured for Druss to go first.
“She’s not lost,” the girl explained in a whisper. “She’s inside. The ship. And it got inside me. You felt it? I can see her. See through her eyes. Stop. Here.” She scrambled to a halt half-way down a tilted slab of concrete, and leaned forward like a hunting varren scenting its prey. Without a sound beyond the clatter of a few displaced rocks, a section of the hull slid inwards and open, and something moved within - Druss for a moment imagined she could see corpses, husks, crawling forward, but when the forms came into the glow of her and Clemency’s spotlights they were merely spindly mechanical arms, reaching blindly through the aperture. They seemed to calm once they found nothing, hanging limply to the sides, stirring in some imagined breeze.
“Go,” Clemency ordered sternly. The arms let Druss pass without incident, although they seemed to shift in her direction as she entered the ship again. Clemency stood on the threshold, hesitating.
“She hates this,” she muttered, and dropped her helmet outside the ship. As soon as she was inside the doorway sealed again, trapping them in the ship’s shadowy interior, amid a constant rustle of tiny movements that seemed to come from behind the walls and beneath the deck. Doorways opened ahead of them and closed behind them, and Clemency seemed to know where she was going - moving surely, even starting to seem impatient. At last she broke into a run, outpacing Druss, but as the volus took aim at her the eerie quiet was shattered by the banshee’s scream, and the asari collapsed to the floor. All around them walls were receding, opening up the space, and the reflection of Clemency’s spotlight against the deckplates lit an advancing form, the banshee itself, dragging Naarada by the neck - limp and helpless, her armour shattered around her, but alive - as it fixed its black eyes on Druss.
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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 Jan 21, 2016 18:25:48 GMT
What else was there for her to do but shoot back? Pistol shots slamming into the banshee, the fire would be as effective as it was on any other banshee which is to say not very. Loading a new clip in, she ran for cover, trying to keep the banshee in sight more than trying to keep focus on where Clemency was. Another burst of gunshots hit the banshee as Druss looked to see if the noise of the fight had woken either of the asari. It was only after finishing the quick glance that she remembered that banshees can warp around short distances . . .
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