Space E-war Reloaded

[dinoman666]

Letting out another growling stutter, the Prime raised its arm, trying to block the shots near its curved head. The Combat Drone drone zipped forward, attempting to zap Khuurava as he sprang from cover...

Grievous ignored Arrak as the Turian sluggishly got to his feet, striding farther into the hangar, leaving the Geth and remaining Vorcha for the freelancers...

[The Kingpin]

Khuurava continued his attack on the Geth Prime, bracing his arm against a container as he landed behind cover, continuing the onslaught as his other, now free arm, drew his heavy pistol, two powerful rounds slamming into the drone, the sheer force of the rounds tearing through its relatively thin armour, as Khuurava put the gun away, drawing one of his two blades, the black weapon humming to life as a glowing whitish streak appeared on its edge, the energy-blade exposing itself as the plates that usually covered it retracted upwards. Khuurava leapt over his cover and charged, his aim shifting to the Geth's neck, just under its arm, as he rapidly closed the distance...

[dinoman666]

The Geth Prime was about to respond to Khuurava's charge with a brutal swing of its arm, but was interrupted when Arrak opened fire with a combination of a stunning Overload pulse and several rounds from his Carnifex. The clearly irritated Prime turned to face Arrak, stuttering loudly. "Come and get me, flashlight head!" Arrak snarled, turning and retreating as the Prime opened fire, leaving itself exposed to Khuurava's attack...

[The Kingpin]

It was all Khuurava needed. In what was likely only a few split seconds, the Khurakra had leapt, slamming firmly into the Geth's torso, his hydraulically enhanced feet damaging the synthetic's chest plate as they clamped down with enough force to crush a lesser being, his blade crossed in front of him, buzzing loudly as he pressed it forward, slicing the Prime's head off, leaving a molten stub in its wake as he gunned down the remaining Vorcha around them, kicking off the Geth and landing on his feet, a rattling hiss coming from the Khurakra as he put away his gun, drawing his second blade, prepared for a second attack if the first failed...

[dinoman666]

The Geth Prime hunched over, releasing another stuttering roar that increased in pitch and volume as the synthetic suddenly reared back and exploded with the force of a fragmentation grenade...

Arrak finished putting a round into the head of the last Vorcha when the Prime self-destructed, and shielded his eyes from the blast. "Great, they explode too," he muttered...

[The Kingpin]

"Lets hope that's the only one here. Come on, let's catch up with Grievous. I'd hate to miss out on the fun" said Khuurava with a toothy smirk, the blades sealing themselves once more as he sheathed them, drawing his assault rifle once more as he made his way down the stairway...

[dinoman666]

Arrak nodded, hefting his assault rifle as he followed his fellow merc. The remaining Commando followed silently as well.

"Come out, Battlemaster Garrsk," Grievous hissed quietly, slowly rotating his wrists, his twin Lightsabers creating a constant, droning hum as he did so. "This can only end one of two ways..." "You're wrong, Grievous," Garrsk replied, hidden somewhere amongst the crates in the docking bay's main hangar. "There's only ONE way: you being turned into a scrap pile!" Grievous heard the biotic Shockwave before he saw it, but managed to jump out of the way all the same, the wave of energy rushing past him. The cyborg was forced to keep moving, however, when Garrsk stepped out of cover to fire his Striker, sending deadly explosive rounds at his foe...

[The Kingpin]

Khuurava was soon on the scene, a torrent of plasma bolts being unleashed upon the Battlemaster to give Grievous some breathing room. "Always wanted to add a Blood Pack Battlemaster to my trophy wall" barked the Khurakra as he attacked...

[dinoman666]

As the bolts splashed against Garrsk's Barrier, he snarled, "You won't get the chance!" He threw his spent Striker to the side rather than reloading, pulling out his Claymore and launching another biotic Shockwave at Khuurava to keep him off-balance, before charging forward with an angry roar...

[Godzilla Forever]

The Phantoms soon continued on their way, soon travelling down a dark hallway that led into the heart of the facility. Blood still crusted the walls all the way through the facility, the sound of wind and creaking doors being the only sounds keeping the group company. Soon, they came to a larger room with beds lying about the whole room.... and an even more nightmarish scene of carnage. Whatever this "Prometheus" did, he certainly did not leave anybody around to tell about it (though he figured that out from what that final entry on the computer said). Suddenly, there was a ping on the motion sensor, followed by the sound of light footsteps.

"What the...?" One Phantom whispers. "Is that-"

"Must be," Gold 1 said.

"Keep a sharp eye," Agrippa hissed. "We don't know what this creature can do, and we certainly don't want to find out."

Just as suddenly as the motion sensor started to ping, it stopped. Then, it went back into silence....

[The Kingpin]

Khuurava rolled with the blow, rising to his feet as he skid backwards, continuing his volley as the Trandoshan closed in, the firepower focused on the Claymore, the Khurakra shifting back and forth between containers and other forms of cover, maintaining a steady distance from the furious Trandoshan...

[dinoman666]

As Garrsk grew nearer, he began using his biotics to simply throw Khuurava's cover to the side, exposing the merc and forcing him to retreat. Arrak tried to move in to take a shot, but the biotic attacks forced him back as well...

Grievous charged in from behind, Lightsabers spinning, but Garrsk heard him coming. The Trandoshan leaped to the side, dodging a vicious overhead blow, then turned and fired. Grievous, however, leaped straight up into the air after his attack, the shotgun's blast hitting a nearby crate instead. As Garrsk frantically tried to reload, Grievous landed in front of him. A powerful kick to the chest sent Garrsk flying, the merc slamming into another crate, his Claymore falling from his grasp...

[The Kingpin]

Garssk ended up landing mere feet away from Khuurava, whose gun was swift to shoot apart the Trandoshan's knees now that his shields were depleted. He suspected he would be of use to Grievous for interrogation...

[dinoman666]

Garrsk howled in pain, but he was swiftly cut off, as a metal claw wrapped around his throat, lifting him up to Grievous's eye level. "Speak quickly, Garrsk," the cyborg growled. "If you are cooperative, your death will be quick." Garrsk glared daggers at Grievous, but eventually managed to snarl, "I don't know what that Spectre wants. All I know is that he paid me good money to keep you distracted." Grievous narrowed his eyes, then threw the crippled merc to the side. "You may dispose of him, freelancers. He is useless to me..."

[The Kingpin]

Khuurava nodded, walking towards the fallen Trandoshan, a chilling, predatory smirk on his face as he approached. "Hello, trophy" he taunted as he drew his blade, twisting it in hand before swinging it across the Trandoshan's throat, beheading him instantly, before heading over to the Claymore, picking it up and turning towards Grievous...

[dinoman666]

"Real pretty, Khuurava," Arrak remarked. "Money not good enough, huh?"

Grievous ignored the freelancers, facing the shielded area of the docking bay that looked out into the vacuum of space. He stared out at the stares thoughtfully, hands folded behind his cloaked back, still as a statue...

[The Kingpin]

"Eh. Gotta find ways to lighten up this kind of work. Otherwise it gets boring over time. Only time it's really pleasant is when you have a good enough challenge on your hands" answered Khuurava with a shrug, examining the shotgun interestedly. a Claymore. Not as popular a shotgun as most, but still beastly. It was a good thing he didn't decide to counter-charge Garrsk. In melee, he had found Trandoshans just a bit too slow to keep up with the speed of his attacks, and his strength fairly evenly matched. But with a gun like this against him, odds are he'd be in bad shape by the end of it, had he gone ahead and charged Garssk. glancing over to Grievous, he pondered the possibility. Though he wanted his money for the job, he was more curious as to what had happened. Perhaps he could learn more with an offer to prolong his services...then again, his first job put him against the Blood Pack, something that was likely to bite him in the *** further down the line. It seemed it just came down to what the next job, if there was one, would be. "So General," hissed the Khurakra as he approached, a brow raised curiously. "What unfolds from here?"...

[dinoman666]

"I will be paying a visit to the Citadel Council," Grievous replied tersely. "If they are truly interfering with my operations to this degree, there will be hell to pay." He turned to glare at the remnants of the wrecked Geth Prime farther away. "And the Geth are involved. That is not good. In my opinion, the suit rats should have further restricted the intelligence of their synthetic slaves..." If the Droid Commando standing nearby took offense to that, it made no motion to indicate it. Grievous turned to Khuurava. "You want a high-paying job, freelancer? Take care of that Spectre. He is either working for the Council, which I will handle myself, or he has gone rogue, in which case YOU can handle him..."

[The Kingpin]

Khuurava laughed as he was told of his mission, liking this 'Grievous' more and more by the minute. "A Council Spectre with the Geth at his beck and call. Now THAT, my friend, is a worthy challenge! The only question is...How much is his head worth to you?" said the Khurakra with a smirk...

[dinoman666]

"That depends on the extent of his activities, which you will find out for me," Grievous replied. "But if he is as dangerous as I predict, I assure you, you will never need to take another job again..." He crouched over the body of Garrsk and searched his leg pouches, pulling out the credits given to the late Trandoshan by Saren, before tossing them to Khuurava. "Your down payment."