"Damn Eclipse!" I yelled, diving behind a shipping crate. Shots ricocheted off my cover.

I checked my pistol, fourteen shots left. I flew up, letting off two rounds, one of them causing one of the yellow-suited bastards to go down. I quickly dropped back into cover.

"I'm not going to survive at this rate." I peeked around the edge and spotted a fuel tank near a group of mercs. I could hit it, if I got to a better spot, that is. There was a divider twelve feet across from my left. If I could get to it, I could get my chance.

"Worth a shot."

I ran as fast as I could, trying to avoid the fire. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted orange. A huge shock ran through me body, crippling my nervous system. I collapsed behind the divider.

Good thing about not wearing armor, easier movement, bad side, I take shots like a Varren. In other words, I'm very easy to kill, given enough time with me out of cover.

My body was still sparking as I pulled myself into a sitting position.

"Only have one chance..."

I peeked out the edge, found the canister, and fired two shots. I heard some cries of pain as the canister exploded, taking a few of the Eclipse mercs with it.

My momentary happiness was cut short by a combat drone rounding the corner of the divider. I attempted to scramble out of the way just as it shocked my already electrified body, cutting off my shields completely. I had almost reached another cover when a large amount of biotics hit me from the side. I flew a good twenty feet, landing on another crate and tumbling over the other side.

As I lay there, trying to recover my strength, I heard the mechanical cry that any pro long-range combatant hated to hear. FENRIS mechs. Must have sent them after the explosion. I pulled myself up into a crouching position behind the waist-high crate, waiting for them to get near.

Soon, it skidded out next to me, surprising me above all. Just as it was about to make its lunge, which probably would've done me in, it was hit by a shotgun blast, incendiary ammo, I noticed. The Eclipse started shooting past me.

A Quarian took the cover opposite from me. She wore a dark purple shawl, embroidered with a beautiful spiral pattern. She fired off a few shots from her Katana and ducked back down.

"Hey, are you alright?" She shouted at me, her voice having less accent then I suspected. Must have spent a lot of time away from the Migrant Fleet.

"Besides no kinetic shield, low ammo, and probably a ruptured organ or two, I'm just peachy." She pulled up her Omni-tool and punched in a few commands.

"I'm forwarding you a hack program, it should help with your shield." She aimed her holographic display at me.

My own Omni-tool sprang to life, showing a scan of the program she had given me. I gave it a once-over, my eyes widening as far as they could. The fire from the mercs continued.

"You're kidding me, right? How did you even get this?" I called to her.

"Simple." She shot a few rounds. "My mother wrote it. The crew she was with called it "Energy Drain"." I clutched my pistol tightly.

My right hand only tenses up when my subconscious wants to tell me something. That was either a good sign or it meant the Quarian was going to kill me after this was over. I got up and pointed my Omni-tool at an approaching merc wearing tech armor. Their armor short-circuited and my own was almost immediately replenished. I fired a shot into him before crouching back down.

"That was the single most amazing hack I've ever seen." I told her. "By the way," A shot hit the container dangerously close to my head, "you got any medi-gel? I seem to be bleeding in multiple places that I shouldn't be..." She gave me an Omni-tooled wave. That's better. I thought.

We continued the firefight, taking out another eight Eclipse before their gunship arrived. There was cover in front of us, so I motioned for her to follow me. We ran forward, me sliding feet-first as we got hear the crates, picking up a Mantis rifle as I did. The remaining mercs were taking cover ahead of us, but the gunship rained down fire like nobody's business.

"Can you break down it's shields?" I asked my Quarian companion.

"Not fully, but I can divert the power away from a certain area if you're going after the engines or something." She told me.

"Good. But I don't need the engines." We were yelling over the sound of the gunfire. "I need you to target the cockpit."

"What? Are you going to try and take out the pilot?"

"Not 'try', I am."

"You're insane! My Keelah-sah was the only person I've ever heard of with enough skill to make a shot like that."

My hand tensed again.

"Your godmother? Well I only knew a single person as well..." I looked at her masked face. "But lucky for us, she's the one who trained me."