2167 CE – Tuchanka
Special Logistics and Reconnaissance
The possessed Krogan rounded on her swinging it's massive arm. She blocked and returned the gesture in kind with a punch to the throat. Behind the panting, possessed Krogan she saw the alliance soldier dart for his gun.
"Not help-"
The possessed Krogan swept her up into his arms in what onlookers could almost have considered a gentle embrace. That was of course until he began strangling her.
"Weapon!" She shrieked.
The Alliance soldier panicked and started blasting at the possessed Krogan. The possessed Krogan grunted but did not release his grip.
"Sharp" She croaked, as she desperately grasped at the possessed Krogan's arms; trying to relinquish his grip.
The Alliance soldier darted around before finding her knife; he threw it to her and faster than the eye could see she caught it and buried it into the skull of the possessed Krogan. The possessed Krogan fell to the ground in a heap, making very little noise despite it's incredible bulk.
"Commander Lawrence I take it? I'm Captain Erin Rodderick of the Special Logistics and Reconnaissance unit. I've been sent to relieve you. Are any of your team still alive?" She asked.
Wide eyed the Commander, barely more than whimpered the word, "SLAR?"
"Well we tend to abbreviate it to, Slayer." She said.
They always stared at the sight of a Slayer. It used to be flattering, but after a while it had become something of an annoyance to Erin. The title of Slayer never failed to bring admiration and respect, the staring only began when people realised the Slayer was also an eighteen year old girl.
"Lawrence, you in there?" She asked.
The sun was beginning to set over Tuchanka and Erin had absolutely no desire to fight possessed Krogan by darkness. Seeing an enemy was always preferable to the alternative, Slayer senses be damned.
"We shot them but they didn't die. How did you do this?" Lawrence said gesturing to the six dead, possessed Krogan around her. Even in death their eyes still glowed with a malevolent red.
"Your orders are to return to the extraction point. I'll take it from here, Commander." Erin said.
Some part of Commander Lawrence seemed to regain control as he said, "Ok, we believe the colonists are being held on the second floor. No idea of hostile numbers but there can't be too many more. I just…why didn't they die?"
"Don't feel bad, Commander; the Alliance sends me in when guns don't seem to work anymore." Erin said. Turning her back to the commander she walked towards the massive, rusted metal door of the compound. It was badly damaged and the interface was all but scrambled.
"But you're just a girl?" He called after her.
"That's what I keep telling them!" She answered as she hoisted the metal door from it's hinges.
She knew that somewhere behind her the marine was staring again. But she didn't care; where was the fun in fighting possessed aliens far from home if you couldn't show off every now and again?
Knife in hand and with resolve in her heart, she entered the base.