The turian, who was picking up stragglers and making sure they didn't do something annoying or stupid had just heard the last part of Ana's conversation, when he passed her and the batarian.
"Did you?" he looked at her then towards the batarian, "did she?..." his mandibles flickered as his brain tried to get around the whole thing. "Spirits, I must remember to lock my door around you..." he looked back at the batarian who diverted his gaze, "... damn ..." he grabbed the man up from the ground and swung him over his shoulder. He opened a comm to Shirin. "Boss, got the last of the stragglers I think, stowed them all in docking bay two. They're tied up and know if they do stupid shit we'll vent them... Most of them are in good shape, some have some damage..." he heard the batarian groan, "and at least one could have one or more venereal diseases." |
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"I don't even want to know. All right, dropping my two off at the bay as well."
Both of the Wolfpack members seemed a bit surprised that they were being walked to the cargo bay with the rest of the prisoners. (Well, the human was being walked; the batarian had to be hoisted and half-dragged due to his exploded knee.) Good. Keep them guessing. In reality, they weren't in much danger, unless they somehow slipped the cuffs and tried to mount an insurrection or something on the way to Lorek. There were two things about collateral damage and casualties that Shirin had learned early on: 1) Widespread death results in notoriety and a hell of an evidence trail, unless you take the time to cover it up adequately. The situations where you find yourself needing to kill a lot of people very quickly will rarely be ones where you have that kind of time. 2) You don't kill in a vacuum. Everybody is someone's son, someone's brother, someone's father. Those left behind will be much less inclined to cut their losses and decide it's not worth their lives to chase after you than, say, the rent-a-cops guarding the Grand Executor's diamond. Unless you are a total world-shattering badass, this will be a serious problem, and even if you are, it'll be an inconvenience. Hence the masks. Stay anonymous, get in and out quickly, and don't give them anything to remember you by. Shoving both prisoners into a cargo container (which was rapidly becoming crowded, but not quite enough that it'd be suffocating), Shirin re-locked the door and sought out a chair near the crew quarters. Attempts to settle in and come down from the adrenaline high were mostly unsuccessful, probably because she was also riding the high of a successful heist. Nothing matched that. "Done. Hit the relay and we're finished here. Good job, people - still got some work ahead of us, but it's a good start." |
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"Yew got it. Brace yerselves."
Kirok flipped the last of the switches, ignited the engine, pushed the yoke forward and... Nothing happened. There was a terrible grinding sound from somewhere in engineering. Kirok had the grace to look embarrassed. "Er, sorry. Had th' gravity brake on. Awright, now we're headin' fer th'-" The ship leapt for the relay like a greased snot, eager to finally be free. Kirok's eyes widened slightly as the g-forces started to noticeably increase, and then WHOOMMMMMMF, they were covered in blue and streaking past the relay. "GAWDDAMN! THIS THING'S GOT SOME KICK T'IT! HAH!" End |
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