AN EYE FOR AN EYE - [modplot/log]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Closed to anyone who signed up
What| The mission against the Spectre
Where| Takron-Galtos, the prison planet.
When| During all the Brainiac shenanigans.
Warnings/Notes| Blood, gruesome death, torture, literal Old Testament stuff

The prison is on lockdown but half of the lockdown procedures aren't working, thanks to the Coluan technology threaded through the prison. Yet there's still some hope. Brainiac 5 himself had worked on some of the systems and some of his backup lockouts are keeping the system secure.

Barely.

Of course, that means that none of the prisoners can get out, none of them can escape it as it rampages through the prison. There's nowhere to go, no safe way of evacuating them, and how can someone escape that anyway? The literal wrath of God?

Upon arrival, Legion Liaison Officer Shvaughn Erin gets the Legionnaires all she can on the threat in the prison. What little video they had, where the Spectre is currently at, maps of the prison. Then she takes over rallying the prison guards to work on keeping the prisoners from escaping while the Legion works. The guards are panicking and need a cool head to get them back on track - and a prison break happening while the Legionnaires are fighting the Spectre is the last thing they need.

Comments

[thebioticwoman]

No one's ever accused Shepard of being subtle.

"Whoa." She looks down at herself, the blue glow reminiscent of her normal biotics, but it sure feels different. "That's a hell of a talent you've got."

[calibrates_big_guns]

"Alright then," Garrus says, drawing out the first syllable of 'alright' as though he's not quite sure what to make of all of this.

"I guess you take point and I'll cover?"

[taumangaria]

Praise for his function is about the last thing Sawtooth ever expects to hear, so it comes as a nice surprise. "Thank you." He certainly doesn't feel useless anymore, that's for sure. "Now let's go clear a hallway."

[thebioticwoman]

"This is gonna be a lot easier than I thought." If that sounds a little predatory, well...deeply ethical and cool under pressure though she is, Shepard would not have gotten as far as she has if she didn't enjoy a little mayhem. Or a lot of mayhem.

She gestures for Garrus to take cover against the bulkhead...then rips the first barricade away with a surge of biotics, the ease of it taking her aback. It's one thing to be told you're getting a power boost. It's another to hurl a few hundred kilos of assorted junk like sweeping a table clear.

"...Sprock," says a man in a prison jumpsuit who now has no cover.

"If you stand down now, it'll hurt less," says Shepard.

[calibrates_big_guns]

Shepard's not the only one caught off guard by that. Garrus looks from Shepard, to the spot where the barricade used to be, to Sawtooth, and then back to Shepard.

Then, he actually laughs - the giddy laugh of someone who is anticipating something amazing.

"As much as I want to see this, you should really take that advice."

[thebioticwoman]

The man raises his hands and drops to his knees, wearing the shocked expression Shepard's gotten used to seeing over the years. Usually she has to smash through several lines of defense like a krogan through a daycare to get it, but glowing blue and holding a trident while you toss around furniture with your mind is good for improving your intimidation attempts, apparently. Note to self.

She catches the movement out of the corner of her eye. Something that small flying through the air is always, always bad, and she reflexively throws up a barrier around herself and her kneeling captive.

"Grenade!"

[calibrates_big_guns]

A shimmering dome of blue energy appears, enveloping the makeshift grenade and whipping it into the no man's land in the middle of the hall. It detonates inside the construct with a dull thud - the bubble cracks, but doesn't break.

Glad to know he can actually stop something with it, because between intangible sociopaths and would-be gods that's been hit or miss.

Garrus pokes out from cover, a blue marble forming in the palm of his hand. It zips down the hallway - a low velocity, less-than-lethal projectile - towards the criminal who had lobbed the grenade.

"I've got your back. Take 'em!"

[thebioticwoman]

"Where the hell did you get grenades?" The prisoner is no longer kneeling, because Shepard has him by the collar, partly for intimidation, but mostly for more efficient dragging as she muscles him around the corner and into cover. His buddies don't seem to care about collateral.

It only takes the man a moment to weigh the odds between potential retaliation and immediate terror. "Not grenades. S'a power."

Great. That means they're not going to run out.

"Your cooperation is appreciated." Only Shepard could say that right now and mean it...but it doesn't stop her from shooting him with a stun round from her pistol, and his expression of confusion at her apparent sincerity melts into blank unconsciousness.

She pops her head around the corner again as her personal barrier springs into existence around her, the shimmering biotics combining with Sawtooth's blue light to the point where the glow is enough to read by.

Then, grinning, she charges.

Unless there's a Daxamite hiding back there, this is going to be quick.