Path of the Chimera
Chapter 4 - And So The Fun Begins.
He had just taken a drag from his drink as the big Krogan from the rear of the bar came out, ushering people from their seats with a grunt and thick meaty hand. Some got a touch too rough, and got a heavy thump from a fist that probably felt like bowling ball. It only took two or three punches thrown to have the less than regulars and hired grunts fleeing the bar. The Krogan then turned beady red eyes on Dresdin, before deciding to leave him alone. Seemed that Fist had told his enforcer to leave him be for right now as those within the bar all seemed to be gearing up for something. Shotguns and pistols with the occasional assault rifle were pulled out from hiding, including a few snipers placed in the upper balconies of the club all seemed to be aiming for the door, men tense with fingers on the trigger. It was amusing knowing what was coming next, the carnage that would ensue in the small bar, but Dresdin certainly wasn't one to try and stop it.
What would be the point?
He just took another sip of his drink as the doorway to the bar suddenly slid open. From all around his person a cacophony of weapons fire rang out from around him, thundering into his ears as the doorway became alive the streaks of bullets. The door frame soon enough became littered with bullet holes yet no bodies seemed to appear in the doorway as the fire continued. Eventually the guns all over heated just as Dresdin finished his drink, the group of men discharging and cooling their weapons down in an attempt to start again. As they waited, seconds ticking by, in rolled a small metallic ball that sent a ringing noise echoing through the establishment before a tick and whir. A second later the world grew bright and angry.
One of the incoming group had rolled a grenade into the room, causing even Dresdin to turn and shield himself for a moment. After the ringing lowered to a somewhat manageable level he could hear the sounds of weapon fire calling out throughout the bar. Dresdin in his little nook was safe from most crossfire, making sure to keep a wary eye where need be. But just sitting around was boring truthfully, and Dresdin wanted to test the woman, see just how good she was and how observant she was. Sitting where he was, he had a beautiful view of the bar and all the spots where people were sitting, making it easy to toy with them. A push here, a pull there, and soon enough previous spots where people had been hiding in cover were now wide open making them easy pickings for the skilled shots of the turian and three marines. Those within the bar were soon enough dispatched and as the gunfire died down Dresdin could only admire her quick work. The strikes of boots against the floor sounded out as Dresdin could hear them walking toward the back.
Crossing his spot where he was sitting the group never noticed him until he began to clap. The grin stayed on his face even as guns were drawn on him, all four members of the squad tense from the adrenaline high that was the previous gun fight. It was only after Shepard realized who he was that she lowered her weapons. The others remained on him.
"Thanks for the heads up… How did you know?" Shepard asked through her helmet, opting to keep the protection on just then.
"I'm a prophet of sorts." Was all Dresdin offered, sitting back still as the Turian quipped in.
"A prophet? And I'm the General of the Turian forces…" He said with a biting sarcasm. Dresdin just shook his head before speaking up.
"There is a Krogan by the door, two workers in the back you can talk out of shooting you, and when you walk into the office two turrets will pop up, and Fist will be behind the desk…"
Heavy thumping was heard coming up behind the group, the growl of a Krogan catching Dresdin's attention as the battle scarred red armored Krogan finally joined the group.
"Shepard! You left me! Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" He bellowed at the smaller woman. Garrus turned his gun on the Krogan who simply gave a dismissive snort at the ex-officer.
"Drop it Turian, you think that little thing is going to hurt me?" Wrex offered, before turning back to Shepard.
"I told you I want Fist myself. He's mine!"
"After we get the info Wrex. You kill him before that, we've got issues you hear me?" Shepard threatened back though Dresdin could tell it wasn't her prefered method of dealing with people. Seeing the group about to dissolve into arguments, Dresdin clapped once to gain their attention, before shooing them with his hands.
"Come come now, get to it. Remember, Krogan, two workers, two turrets and the desk. And Shepard, give the war lord what he wants. You'll appreciate it later…" Dresdin admitted before sitting back in his chair, sipping from his drink and waiting for the group to finish. As they left, the sounds of gunfire from the door called out that this galaxy was indeed just like his games...