Hello. Last chapter's question was a trick one. There are two golf clubs in Fallout New Vegas. So there are two winners.

Douglas14141 was the first to say Nephi's Golf Driver

And chippermovie was the first to say the 9 iron.

All throw some internet cake out to the few of you who said both for your dedication.

Anyway this has to be the longest chapter so far. I hope you guys like it.

The Wildcard

Part 9

Sparks sprayed across the room 101 had been given. He had spent much of his time making upgrades, or calibrating his weapons. (Don't worry. He's not as obsessed over calibrating as the turian we all know.)

As he worked, he would take glances at a schematic displayed on his Omni tool. Ever since he moved into the space that was his room, he would constantly find bugs hidden everywhere. Getting rid of a few bugs didn't bother Plague that much. What did however, was the fact that whenever he left the room, they would seemingly with magic, reappear in different places.

In the time he had been on the Normandy, he had a rather large collection. Before he accepted Shepard's invitation, he had heard some things about this Cerberus. Not all of it good. But life in a nuclear wasteland had taught how to tell if someone wanted to kill you, and take your stuff. Cerberus was by far, almost as irritating as the Enclave. Shepard however, as far as Plague could tell, didn't have the same agenda. Along the way they must have hit some kind of impasse.

Cerberus wanted to make a future for humanity, give humanity a place on the proverbial throne of the galaxy. Would be a good goal, if it wasn't for the fact that they were all mostly xenophobic towards aliens.

Having worked for Aria, and Omega being the shit hole it was, gave him in a way, an ear to the ground. He had heard rumors about the sick things done by Cerberus to not just experiments on aliens, but human experimentation as well. All in an attempt to push humanity to perfection.

The word put a bad taste in his mouth. The act of pushing something towards perfection would imply that such a being wouldn't be able to adapt, evolve, or improve.

It also reminded him of how super mutants would drag survivors away to be mutated into their fold.

The only reason he could guess as to why Shepard was working with such a group, was to save lives. But with Cerberus it was because it had only been "human" colonists getting dragged off.

Can't "evolve, and ensure power for humanity" if said humans aren't around.

His technical knowledge towards surveillance devices, was not as sharp as his engineering. To find out where the bugs were going to, he had to do a little reading. The schematic he was reading, was of a similar surveillance device to the one Plague had dismantled on his workbench.

His research so far told him that, said bug was built to broadcast to someone nearby. That much was obvious. He was inside of a Cerberus ship.

What he wanted to know was, who?

When he found out who the culprit was, he smirked.

'Off to deck 3.' he thought to himself as he left his room to go to the elevator.

"Isn't that a nasty head wound."

Plague let out a sigh as he looked to his side where the statement came from.

The man was a lot older then Plague, but he could tell the man was more then capable of holding his own in a gunfight. He was a little taller then 101, was bolding a bit. One dark colored eye and a blue fake one.

Plague recognized the oddly familiar damage caused by a gunshot through the man's right eye.

"Could say the same to you, friend." Plague said back, as he examined the soldier's armor scheme.

A large right shoulder plate, black and yellow shoulders, shins and leg guards. All topped off with a white and orange chest plate. The armor looked affective, and had the damage to prove it had been in quite a few battles.

"Well, it did look worse." the old man said with a hint of anger. "Names Zaeed Massani."

"Plague. Hope you got the bastard." 101 said as he continued walking to the elevator that would take him off of deck 4.

"Not yet." he answered as he followed to the elevator. "What about you?"

The question caused 101 to pause in mid step.

(The Courier awoke with his head pounding. That confused him. He had been delivering a small package that he had to get to the Vegas strip.

When he tried to rub the back of his head to sooth the pain, he realized they had been tied in front of him. He felt the rope cut into his wrists as he franticly tried to pull them apart.

To add to his panic, he also realized there was a dusty sack over his head and a gag around his mouth.

Suddenly the sack was pulled off of his head letting his view be illuminated by the full moon above.

"You got what you were after." a voice said nearby. "So pay up."

'What?…what was I after?' Plague asked himself, still a little dazed.

"Your crying in the rain, pally." a second voice said as 101 groggily looked away from his hands.

The moon was full up in the night sky. Three men stood before him. Two of them were clearly Khans. One held a shovel while the other was talking to the third man between them. The man in the middle didn't belong with the two.

He wore a checkered yellow and black suit along with equally yellow pants.

"Guess who's waking up over here." the Kahn with the shovel said when he and 101 made brief eye contact.

The man in the suit looked over and let out a breath of smoke from his cigarette. He then stomped it out as he faced the tied man in front of him.

"Time to cash out." the suit announced as he took a step foreword.

"Will you get it over with?" the Khan who was the first voice said with some impatience.

The suit lifted a finger to get the man to stop talking.

"Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I an't a 'Think'. Dig?" he said as he then looked at the man on his knees.

Then the checkered suit wearer reached into his jacket and pulled out a casino chip of all things.

"You've made your last delivery, kid."

101 didn't know why the item was relevant until he realized it's size. The small package?

'I was delivering a Fucking chip?' he almost shouted when he realized how much of his time had been wasted, and why he was held captive. 'For a Fucking CHIP?' the throbbing of his head seemed to intensify with the injected rage.

"Sorry you got twisted up in this scene." he apologized as he put the chip back in his jacket. Plague's eyes widened when a pistol took its place. "From where you're kneeling, it must seem like an 18 caret run of bad luck." the gun was then aimed towards Plague, who was franticly trying to fight against the ropes.

'Not like this!' the words were muffled by the gag. 'I won't die like this!'

He looked at his hands, and was shocked to see his pipboy damaged. The screen smashed in. One of the few things he had. The tech had saved his life many times, and had been with him since the beginning, but now like it's owner, it was a victim of fate.

"Truth is…" with Plague's acute eyesight, he could see down the barrel of the gun aimed at him. To his horror, he also noticed a few dog tags dangling from the fingers of the man's left hand. "…the game was rigged from the start."

Next thing Plague knew, he was blinded by the flash of the gunshot.)

Plague snapped out of his trance when a gloved hand patted him on the shoulder.

"That looks familiar." the mercenary commented. "Not a day goes by that I don't think about it."

"Let me give you some advice then." Plague started, making Zaeed raise an eyebrow. "No matter what you do, you 'never' forget. You will live with your choices throughout your life."

"And you're the expert?" the mercenary asked with some anger coating the question.

"I…" Plague looked at the man as they both stepped in the elevator. "…ripped the man apart with my bare hands, and threw his Rotting corpse around his own casino in front of his security, and the casino's gamblers. So I think I know what I'm talking about."

That just made the mercenary laugh as he hit the button for deck 3.

"Now that's a happy ending." he said with an entertained smile. "How the hell did you make it? I know I shouldn't be asking that since I should know the answer myself, but that looks like a clean headshot through the brain."

The mercenary's smile grew a little more at Plague's next few words. "Rage is one hell of a anesthetic."

Miranda Lawson POV

Miranda sat at her desk with a confused expression as she watched her screen. For some reason it wouldn't turn on. She had restarted the terminal, and upon seeing that the coarse of action didn't work, she called for a mechanic to take a look at it.

She looked up when she heard her door open to let in…no one.

After a few seconds, the door closed leaving her even more confused. She got out of her chair and walked over to the door, and looked outside her office.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. Some of the crew were eating, while Gardner was manning his post behind his little counter.

She saw Kasumi walk up to the cook, and start up a conversation as Garrus walked into the mess hall on his way to wherever he was heading.

Once she believed everything was normal, she went back into her office.

'Someone must have set off the door by mistake.' Mrs. Lawson concluded as she went around her desk.

As she reached the other side of her workstation, she jumped as she felt someone push in her chair for her as she sat down.

She quickly got out of the chair and turned to find the Wildcard smirking at her.

He was wearing that old 101 jumpsuit, as he walked over to her couch and sat down.

"W…what are you doing in here?" she almost shouted as she remembered what happened the last time she saw him. "How did you get in?"

Her eyes widened as she realized why her door seemingly opened on its own. He had snuck in while using his cloak. But for what reason, she had no idea.

"I didn't want to bother Shepard." he started with a mildly entertained tone. "You see, I would like to file a complaint."

"How so?" Miranda asked with narrowed eyes.

"Well, I seem to be having a rather large, and recurring 'bug' problem."

The statement made her almost take a step back. The man had found all of her surveillance devices again. She had ordered for them to be hidden better, but now it seemed that he had found out who had been spying on him.

"You see…" he started as he stood up. "…I swat all of them, but I must have missed the queen 'Bug' since I keep finding out that they had multiplied." his eyes narrowed in on her as she readied herself to send him a biotic shockwave. "You wouldn't happen to know where this 'Queen' could be hiding? Would you?"

"I believe you are mistaken." Miranda answered, as the man took another step towards her.

"Oh? Then please explain why the signals go straight to you terminal!" he said in a harsh voice as he slammed a hand on her desk. "How I know this, you ask? Because I have heard the recorded audio on your terminal myself."

Miranda looked right at her terminal as she realized who had sabotaged it.

"Y…ou. How did you…" she was cut off as a five pound bag was dropped on her desk.

"If I find any more of your toys in my quarters, I will come back and put them to good use..." his eyes gained a more playful look as he finished. "…by showing the crew how you look in your more 'privet and personal' hours. Let me just say…no man on this ship will look at you the same way again. Can you still work on this ship, knowing that everyone around you will know what you look like under that little outfit of yours?" Miranda was frozen in place, while a look of both shock and disgust appeared at the thought. "After that, if you still manage to build up the courage to continue this little game of ours…I have a contact back on Omega who can make sure that your audience will grow." ignoring the look on Miranda's face, Plague started walking out of the room. "Have a good day Ms. Lawson. I'm happy we had this little…chat."

Taylor Shepard POV

"We are docking with Purgatory now, Commander." Joker announced to Shepard, who stood behind his chair.

On the way to the prison ship, she had been thinking about who to bring with her.

"Call up Kasumi, Grunt, and Plague." she ordered as she walked to the airlock.

Kasumi was a good choice, since she's skilled with security systems. You never know what could happen. She picked Grunt for a more intimidating factor. In a prison, you don't mess with the biggest guy around. Plague however was on the team for multiple reasons.

She hadn't seen him in action, and at the moment, she also didn't know how he would react in a situation. 101 was well armed, and with his pipboy, could sneak in and if necessary, supply extra gear if the situation called for it.

She had on her inferno armor as she waited for the rest of her team. The first two to arrive was Kasumi and Plague. They both must have been on deck 3 when they were called up.

"Ma'am" Plague said with a sharp salute. "What's the mission, and how do you need me?"

"Purgatory is a prison." she started, and paused as Grunt entered the airlock. "We are here to recruit a convict named Jack. I do not expect any gunfights, but I want you to take the medic role since Grunt will be our heavy. Grunt won't need much medical care."

"Shepard." Grunt started as he and Plague noticed each other. "Who's the human?" he asked as he leaned forward and sniffed Plague. "Smells like…battery acid, and decay."

"And you smell like a large toad." Plague shot back with a small look of annoyance. "What's your point?"

"You smell like old spilled blood. It's faint, but I can smell it." Grunt growled.

"Enough!" Shepard ordered. "Grunt, he's part of the ground team. Deal with it!"

"So…" Plague said after a small pause. "Medic set?"

As she nodded, Plague re atomized his medic armor taking Grunt by surprise.

The new medic looked at the krogan, who he was now the same size as.

"You're not the only big dog here, buddy." 101 stated as a weapon set appeared on his person.

An army knife on his hip, and a new medi gel dispenser built into his right shoulder that wasn't there last time she saw the set two days ago. A service rifle slung over his back, held there by a magnetic plate.

"Ready Ma'am."

"Did Mordin help you with that research?" Shepard asked once the shock subsided.

"Not yet, Ma'am." Plague answered back a little glumly. "Was actually about to go meet him when you called."

"Right." Shepard replied as she crossed her arms. "Grunt, that means Plague here could only treat you with medi gel. Don't do anything suicidal."

After a quiet growl, the krogan answered. "I'll try, Shepard."

"Wait." started Kasumi. "Where did you get a medi gel dispenser?"

Once the question left the thief's lips, Shepard gave Plague a cold glare.

"Found it." Plague answered with a calm voice. "Deck 3…sickbay."

Plague POV

They finally started walking through the airlock when Plague promised to return the ship's property after the mission. As they stepped through the airlock and onto Purgatory, Plague couldn't help but feel uneasy. He didn't know if it was the name, which was understandable do to where he had spent a lot of his time before he showed up on Omega, or the lack of color.

They walked past a viewport that could have given them a good view of the Normandy, if they happened to forget what it looked like.

As they approached the first group of guards, 101 noticed many glances towards himself. Clearly they haven't seen a power armor before, and he could tell that made them a little nervous.

Plague was actually a little surprised. He didn't know the place was run by Blue Suns.

"Welcome to the Purgatory, Shepard." a turian guard said to 101's Commander. "Your package is being prepped and you can claim it shortly."

The wording the turian used, instantly put Plague in a sour mood.

"Sounds like a God dam slaver to me." Plague whispered to Kasumi next to him as he lowered the volume of his suit's speakers.

The thief gave him a quick glance with a look that showed she fully agreed.

"As this is a high security vessel, you'll need to relinquish your weapons before we proceed."

That instantly made Plague feel even more on edge.

"I can't do that" Shepard refused.

"I second that motion." plague added. "Feel free to try and get them though. Could use a few laughs." Shepard then looked over her shoulder and gave him a disapproving look. "Shutting my trap, Ma'am."

"Everyone stand down." another turian in blue armor ordered as he entered the room. "Commander, I'm Worden Kuril, and this is my ship"

The turian in question looked a bit shady to Plague. He couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. Reminded him of the raiders, and slavers he had put down in his past life.

"Your weapons will be returned on your way out." he persisted. "You must realize this is standard…"

"The lady said no, if you didn't hear her correctly." Plague interrupted, drawing the warden's gaze.

"What a strange mech you have with you."

"Asshat…" Plague said under his breath.

"It's my standard procedure to keep my gun." Shepard threw in, making the turian look away from 101.

The warden seemed to make eye contact with Shepard, and Plague could almost feel the tension in the room.

"Let them proceed. Our facility is more than secure enough to handle three armed guests." the warden ordered.

'Three?'

"And a defected mech."

"Fuck you to buddy." Plague almost shouted before Shepard gave him another look.

Not hearing what Plague said, the turian lead them into the facility.

As they walked, Plague instantly felt bored as the warden yapped on.

"Bla, bla, bla. Control over population." Plague mocked as he turned his speakers off. "Bla, bla, bla, bla. My ass acts as a modular unit. Bla, bla, bla. I've blown a few of the bla, bla, bla, as an example. Bla, bla, bla. Once a day I give "special" services in 30 cellblocks identical to this one. Bla, bla, bla."

He noticed that Kasumi was snickering a little to his right, which lead him to believe she was close enough to hear him, even without his speakers on.

"We can put the whole place in lockdown on a moment's notice." the target of Plague's twisted humor said as he faced them. "Nothing goes wrong here."

"Unless we run out of lube." Plague added, taking Kasumi by surprise. "In that case, we are royally fucked!"

The thief almost couldn't keep her composure.

"Can you tell me about Jack?" Shepard asked, taking Plague and Kasumi out of their silent laughing spell.

"Cerberus hasn't told you?" the turian asked. "Jacks the meanest handful of violence and hate I've ever encountered." Plague noticed a flicker of fear appear in the warden's eyes for a split second. "Dangerous, crazy, and very powerful. You'll see soon enough."

"How did you end up running this ship?" Shepard asked, making Plague mentally groan as if she had asked for another lecture on astrophysics.

"I was in law enforcement on Palaven, and got sick of seeing criminals escape out into the galaxy to carry on with their crimes." Kuril explained as he looked out into a courtyard. "Bounty hunters aren't dependable."

"Again, fuck you." Plague mumbled, as he remembered a time when he had collected bounties for the NCR.

"Eventually I hit upon an idea." he continued. "Keep the criminals in space and the galaxy is a safer place."

"You do this because you think it's necessary?" Shepard asked.

Plague couldn't really see the point in asking such a question. But in the end, he rolled it out to be why he wasn't the Commander.

"Every day I see the worst sapient life has to offer." he complained. "Governments are soft, unwilling to make the hard choices. Someone had to stand up and make the galaxy safe."

"Maintaining a population this size in space can't be cheap." Shepard speculated.

"We can cut corners that governments can't. And each prisoner brings in a fee from his homeworld. These individuals are violent, and their home planet's pay well to keep them here."

That last sentence got Plague's attention.

"What happens if the homeworld doesn't want to pay?" Shepard asked, letting Plague be able to grasp at what the questioning was all about.

Plague started to grind his teeth as he grasped the hilt of the knife on his hip.

"We explain that we can't maintain the prisoner without their help, so we'll be forced to release him back onto his homeworld. At an unspecified place and time."

'People die because they couldn't write his paychecks?' Plague shouted in his head as he started to pull the knife out of its sheath.

As he was pulling out the blade, he felt a small amount of weight hold his hand. With a look of confusion on his face that went unnoticed to everyone, Plague looked to his right to find Kasumi holding his hand while she gave him a pleading look.

"Not a good idea." she whispered to him.

Once the grip on his knife loosened, she let go of his hand.

"Extortion." Plague called out, with a cold voice.

"You don't have to agree with my methods, but don't question my motives." he shot back. "These are despicable people and I am keeping them locked up."

"Unless you feel a little underpaid." Plague added with some rage coating the words.

That statement made the warden give Plague a glare that showed how much the comment irritated him. And that's exactly what Plague wanted to see.

"Let's get on with this." Shepard said to lower the hostility.

"Have there been escape attempts?" Kasumi asked as they started walking.

"We're in space - they have nowhere to go, and they know it."

"Unless they get control of one of your transports." Plague corrected. "That is what a spaceship is for, last time I checked."

"But still, we exercise extreme caution." Kuril stated, ignoring what Plague had said. "These are dangerous individuals."

As they looked through the window to the courtyard, they noticed a blue biotic shield generator activate and separate two prisoners who were about to start a fight.

"We have many ways to control the population." he then opened a door for them before he started talking again. "I'm going to confirm that the funds from Cerberus cleared. Out-processing is straight down this hallway. Just keep going past the interrogation rooms and the supermax wing." as he started walking back the way the group came, Plague noticed him give Shepard a strong glare. "I'll catch up with you later…Shepard."

"Jackass." Plague said right as the door closed behind the object of his irritation.

Ignoring the undeniable truth, Shepard lead on down the hallway.

"Now that's a waste of time." Plague commented as he noticed a guard beating an inmate. "if you want a confession, or information, you are supposed to remove the limbs. And even then, they only confess to whatever you're telling them they did to stop the torment."

"They're a bunch of sick freaks, in my opinion. Torturing someone is sick." Kasumi said, as if the statement was meant for Plague to hear.

"Where I'm from, one can't worry about what is sick." he replied. "You want to know how to get through a minefield set up to kill traders? You find the man who hid them. Need to talk to someone, who has just recently been caught by slavers, and sold to someone? Find the supplier. Torturing is disgusting, yes I fully agree. When I do it however, it's for survival."

What Plague said, made the thief turn here head away from him. She was clearly not happy with what she heard.

"Hold up, Boss." Plague called out, followed by a sigh.

Ignoring the questioning look given to him by his Comander, Plague walked over to the guard outside of the cell.

"Any worthwhile, information?" Plague asked the turian guard. He seemed to jump once he noticed the giant next to him. "He must know something valuable, right?"

"T…this is a massage, compared to what he has done to people." the guard said back, with a shaky voice.

"If that's your only reason, then wouldn't your friend need to take a rest so he could move on to the next cell?" Plague asked, shocking the guard. "And then the next cell? And the next? And the next? How about the next? There's a reason it's called a "Life Time Sentence."" he then leaned in, towards the turian. "Do you have that much free time?" (Perk: Scoundrel)

As he turned away, he could hear the guard tell his coworker to stop.

"I'm back." Plague said to his group. "Let us proceed."

As they walked, he noticed Kasumi taking quick glances at him, and then look at the ground.

"Something wrong, Mrs. Goto?" 101 asked her quietly.

"You…didn't have to do that." she stated, as she looked at the ground.

"Yes, I did." the power armored man said back.

"Why?" she asked, shocked at what he said.

"Your right." he stated. "Torturing is sick. No matter the reason."

"I…" Kasumi started as she looked at him. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier."

"Don't be. I have done things I am not proud of." he then looked over to her. "And that face is too beautiful to refuse."

The last statement instantly made the thief freeze in her tracks. After she realized she was falling behind, she quickly caught up.

Eventfully, the ground team made it to the supermax wing. To Plague, it just looked like a large room, with tables and chairs everywhere, in rows.

"Out-processing is through the door on the far side of the room." a man informed them, as he worked on a terminal.

As they walked through the room, Plague found the lack of activity, disturbing. He was going to put that aside, until the door opened to reveal an empty cell.

Letting his instincts kick in, Plague pulled out his service rifle and turned on his heel to aim at the door. The man who had been there was long gone, as he saw the red lock on the only exit.

"My apologies, Shepard. You're more valuable as a prisoner then a customer." Kuril said over the intercom. "Drop your weapons and proceed into this open cell. You will not be harmed."

"You talked up your noble intentions with this prison." Shepard started as she followed Plague's lead by drawing her shotgun. "But it turns out you're a criminal like the rest."

"I'm going to enjoy painting the walls the same color as you're blood." Plague almost shouted as he also pulled out his knife, supporting the service rival with one hand like one would a pistol.

From behind him, he could almost hear Grunt laugh a little at the statement.

"Activate systems!" the warden shouted over the intercom.

Almost immediately after that, the door opened.

"Grab some cover!" Shepard shouted, as she and Plague hid behind a desk.

Kasumi followed suit, and was now on Plague's right. Grunt was a little slower to find cover. He roared a little, as he fired away at the first few blue suns that entered the room.

Still holding his weapon with one hand, Plague aimed and fired three rounds. Each round making a blue sun fall to the ground.

"Not bad, human." Grunt shouted over the gunfire.

"That's nothing. Watch this." Plague shouted as he chucked his knife into a man's head from accros the room.

"Impressive…" Grunt was cut off as Plague grabbed the desk in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Kasumi asked as she fired a few rounds.

She got her answer when the desk started to rip out of the metal floor. The sound of twisting metal filled the air making the suns hesitate. (Perk: Strong Back)

Then without warning, Plague charged across the room, with the connected row of desks scratching the floor.

Taylor Shepard POV

Shepard watched with her mouth hanging open at the sight of her cover moving away from her.

The biotic was about to ask Kasumi next to her, if she was seeing the same thing, until she noticed the large armored mass dragging it. She quickly reacted, and ordered a just as stunned Kasumi to follow behind the moving cover.

They both ran up behind Plague, and started shooting over the desks. Once they were close to the group, she did a mass biotic lift, sending the next wave of Blue Suns into the air.

"Get down!" Plague shouted over his shoulder.

As they ducked, Plague threw the row of desks at the floating Suns. The sound of cracking bones, and screams of pain filled the room. Once it went silent, Shepard looked up to see men crushed under the mass of metal she had just been behind.

Her shock only lasted for a few seconds, until FENRIS mechs ran into the room.

She aimed her shotgun at the closest one as she took cover next to Kasumi behind another row of desks. Before she fired, she noticed how the mechs seemed to ignore 101 as she fired.

She was about to aim at the next one about to run past Plague, but at the last second, it received a metal boot to the side that almost went all the way through its body. Chunks of metal flew as the mech was sent into the air, to then collide into the wall. She looked back to see Plague already gunning down another merc as he held the weapon with both hands. (Perk: Robotics Expert)

She saw his shields shimmer with an unusual shade of dark red when the next wave fired at him. Shepard expected his kinetic barrier to go out instantly, but it held as he returned fire.

As he was shooting back, he held the gun with one hand as he reached on the ground to his side, and grabbed the mech she had shot with her shotgun. In one quick motion, the mech's destroyed remains flew into the hallway, knocking the wave to the ground in the narrow space.

Seeing an opening, she ran to the side of the door, and sent a shockwave towards the mercs. Their bodies flew around, hitting the walls of the hallway.

"Nice one boss." Plague complimented as he took cover on the opposite side of the door.

"Grunt, concussive shot!" she ordered to the krogan behind them.

Grunt let out a blast of his shotgun as he charged into the hallway. Not long after, a small explosion was heard.

"Reinforce out-processing! Shepard is loose!" she heard the warden order on the intercom.

"No shit! Really?" she heard Plague shout as he kicked another mech like a football player, sending it through the hall.

"We need to find Jack." Kasumi reminded her, as she moved up.

"Right. Grunt, take point. Plague, support him." Shepard ordered.

"Right, Boss." Plague then turned to the krogan. "You can save yourself, and Shepard some credits by limiting your heatsinks. I recommend a two second delay between shots."

"Support with your gun." Kasumi groaned.

The body movement Plague was using, tolled Shepard Plague was laughing at his little joke.

"Kidding." he said over his shoulder.

"Strange human." Grunt commented as he moved forward.

They reached the next door after both Grunt, and Plague stormed through another wave of Blue Suns.

Plague POV

Right as the door opened, Plague was instantly getting shot at by a technician with a hand cannon.

He started to advance as his shields absorbed the damage, until he realized something.

"Crap. Did someone grab my knife?" he asked over his shoulder to his stunned team.

"You're getting shot at, and you are asking if we have your knife?" Shepard shouted as she tried to aim around him to shoot at the technician.

He let out a sigh as a machete re atomized in his right hand. The next second, he threw it and impaled the man on the glass behind him.

"Now that…" Plague started with a fake Australian accent. "…is a knife."

Plague walked up to the impaled man, and pulled the weapon out, letting him slide down the glass.

The rest of the team walked up next to him as they saw, what Plague guessed, was a cryo cell guarded by three YMIR mechs.

"Looks like this opens it." Kasumi said as she pointed to the small terminal.

"I'm doing it. Be ready." Shepard informed as she started pushing buttons on the orange display.

In response, a robotic arm started to open the cryo cell. There was a hiss as the cell was raised. When the mist cleared, Plague and the others saw a woman covered mostly in cold frost. Plague saw that she wore brown pants and, once Plague did a double take, what appeared to be belt straps covering parts of her breasts. (It's Plague we are talking about here. Of course he would notice them.) The rest was covered in oddly designed tattoos.

Her face looked familiar to him somehow, but he couldn't find out why.

She was restrained by clamps around her wrists and neck.

"Jack's small." Grunt commented.

"Small and dangerous." Plague added.

Once she woke up, she instantly started to panic when she felt her restraints. She managed to force her hands free, and then pulled open the neck restraint.

"And when something small and dangerous is cornered…that's when you should watch yourself." Plague added to his statement.

When it opened, she fell foreword and grabbed part of her cryo cell for support, as she shook her head. Her hand rested on her head as she seemed to try and make sense of her situation.

Once she saw the mechs around her, Plague saw Jack go from confusion, and straight to full battle alert.

Her biotics flared as she launched herself at the center mech. She let out a battle cry as she punched the mech with a strong biotic punch. The ground team felt the explosion below them.

"We need to get down there!" Shepard said as she lead Plague and the others.

Once they reached the floor, Plague whistled when he saw the damage. All three mechs were devastated, pieces everywhere.

They fallowed the path of destruction through a hole blown in the wall that led to a hallway used by technicians. Lights flashed red as more explosions rocked the ship.

"She's having the time of her life." 101 said with a little humor in his voice.

"All guards: restore order! Lethal force authorized! But don't kill Jack!" the warden ordered over the coms. "Techs: Lockdown! Lockdown!"

'At least we don't have to worry about Jack getting hurt.' Plague thought to himself.

As they ran through the hall, sparks sprayed out of the walls. Wires were ripped out and dangling from where they had been originally.

A computerized voice started informing people of the ships status. Sectors had lost air support; prisoners and guards were dying or already killed.

They found themselves in the courtyard they had been able to look down on earlier. Red lights shined on the chaos below. Guards were in gunfights with the convicts, who had taken weapons from the dead guards around the area.

Once the two groups saw the ground team, they fired upon them, and their original enemies.

"Return fire!" Shepard shouted as she sent out a shockwave that killed a few guards, and some inmates.

Plague charged with Grunt at his side. Both of them fired like crazy into the masses unlucky enough to get in their way.

Kasumi stayed near Shepard to give some support with some machinegun pistol fire.

As they advanced, Plague noticed a metal object flying towards him and Grunt.

Without warning, Plague tackled Grunt to the ground as the rocket flew over them, and crashed into the wall.

The krogan gave Plague a nod as he got back to his feet. They found the source of the rocket on the other side of the courtyard. A YMIR mech was aiming at them.

"Plague, cover fire!" Shepard ordered as she threw another shockwave. "Kasumi, overload!"

Following orders, Plague opened fire on the machine as he advanced. With a machine, he didn't have to worry about getting shot. But that ment he had to assist to defend the rest of his team.

Sparks sprayed as Kasumi unleashed an overload. As that happened, Plague charged.

He kept aiming at that camera shaped head in an attempt to blind it. As the mech went down from the damage, it fired one last rocket that flew into a railing.

The shrapnel sprayed everywhere when the rocket exploded. Plague was about to advance when he heard Shepard's next words.

"Kasumi's down!"

Plague turned and saw Shepard dragging Kasumi to cover, as Grunt gave covering fire.

101 activated his suit's systems as he ran up to the group.

'No. No. NO.' Plague shouted in his head.

"Cover Plague!" his Commander shouted when she saw him.

The suit took control, and kneeled down as medical implements started coming out of parts of its arms.

Plague was shocked when he saw her. A piece of the rail had flown and stabbed Kasumi in the shoulder. Her black and white suit was starting to turn red as the thief's blood started to dye it. As she fell, she must have hit her head since she was out cold.

'Damit!' Plague shouted to himself.

The suit started treating the wound. It made sure to keep it clean as the piece of rail was removed.

'I should have been more carful!'

He didn't hear the gunshots, nor did he feel the few rounds that managed to hit his armor. He didn't know why he felt like he did. 101 had seen far more devastating wounds then what was before him. As his suit operated on the battlefield, he couldn't stop looking at her face.

When a round hit the ground next to Kasumi's head, Plague took control of his right hand to shoot at a convict. It was too dangerous to patch her up here.

"Shepard, requesting to transfer the Medic set to Kasumi for medical treatment!" he shouted over the gunfire.

"Do it!" Shepard answered.

Right as she said that, Plague and Kasumi were engulfed in a bright light. Once it died down, Kasumi was now in the Medic set while Plague went back to his normal suit combination with his duster over the stealth suit, his left arm armored, power armor leggings, and his stealth suit helmet.

"Activate VIP program!" he shouted into the medic power armor's receptors. "Follow me, and defend current wearer!"

"YES SIR!" the suit replied in a military soldier like voice.

The suit raised its arm with Kasumi inside, as Plague took it and pulled it up to its feet. 101 handed the machine his service rifle, and re atomized his Reservist's sniper rifle.

"Commander, ready to move out!" he shouted to Shepard, as she bioticly lifted a convict.

"Alright! Grunt, take point." she shouted as she sent a shockwave towards where they needed to go.

Grunt charged behind the shockwave, and started shooting those who got in his way. The medic suit carrying Kasumi, followed right behind the krogan, once Plague marked him as friendly. Plague was third while Shepard sent shockwaves back behind them to slow down whoever might be following.

They had made it to the second courtyard, when a computer anounced the place was going to blow.

"SPECULATION: SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN, SIR." the suit stated, causing Shepard to look back at its use of words. "RECOMMEND ABANDINING SHIP. SEARCHING FOR LIFEBOATS."

Plague rolled his eyes as he looked at the armor between shots.

"This is not a fucking watercraft!" Plague informed as he shot another guard.

"ERROR. PLEASE SPECIFY."

"It's a space…It's an aircraft. We are heading to another ship to evacuate!" he shouted in irritation. "Follow your orders! Protect the VIP!"

"YES SIR!"

'When I get back on the ship, I'm going to have to tell all my armor's, this isn't the wasteland.'

Tayler Shepard POV

Shepard was momentarily frozen when she heard the conversation. She had seen mercs, and those in the Alliance who gave orders to mechs. But the way Plauge talked to it was as if it was more than just a program.

'Is that an AI?'

She snapped out of it as her shields shimmered from a sniper shot aimed at her head.

She found the culprit on a walkway above them, and switched to her pistol, and aimed at a container next to the turian's cover.

Plague POV

'That looked like it hurt.' Plague said to himself as a turian Blue Sun was thrown by an explosion.

They moved to different cover whenever there was an opining.

The ground team made it to the next room, and ran for cover when sniper fire rained down on them.

"You're valuable, Shepard. I could've sold you and lived like a king." Plague heard the warden say on the other side of the room.

He took a quick look over the crate he was using for cover, and saw the turian standing on a platform while his men were shooting at convicts and the ground team.

"But you're too much trouble. At least I can recapture Jack." he said as he aimed at Shepard's cover.

"Not happening! You're a two-bit slave trader and I don't have time for it." Separd yelled from behind cover.

Blue tech shields appeared on the warden, as Plague saw some anger building in the turian's eyes.

"I do the hard things civil governments are unwilling to! This is for the good of the galaxy!"

"Bullshit!" Plague called out as he cloaked. "You are NOTHING!" no one saw Plague.

The guards had finished off the convicts in the room and were all aiming at the fire team's cover, unaware that the team was missing one member.

"Pathetic!" Plague's voice shouted as a man was hit in the head, snapping his neck.

"Find him!" the warden ordered as he surveyed the area around the dead merc.

"I am tired of this place!" 101 shouted as a man's neck was sliced and sprayed his blood all over the unsuspecting merc next to him. "I am tired of that alarm," a turian's neck snapped. "I am tired of seeing Blue Suns," the sound of a revving up chainsaw filled the room.

Kuril activated the barriers around his position in panic.

"I am tired of you…" Plague whispered to the side of the warden's head.

Kuril's eyes opened in alarm as his weapon was ripped out of his hands. The warden was trapped inside of his own barrier with an enemy he couldn't see. The rifle was thrown to the side as a strong hand wrapped itself around his neck.

"My life has been filled with irritations. Insects." he whispered as he heard Shepard and her team deal with guards who were confused, and didn't know why their leader was not giving them orders.

"You talk about making the galaxy a better place. I have seen no improvements." the warden let out a sharp gasp as something jagged entered his stomach. "Say goodbye to the galaxy, Mr. Kuril."

The turian's blue blood sprayed as the chainsaw turned on while inside of his stomach. Plague was covered in blood as he ripped the ripper out and stabbed it back in. once he was sure the turian was dead, he grabbed his Reservist's rifle off his back to help get rid of the other mercs.

He activated the dead warden's Omni tool and deactivated his shields so that he could join the fray.

Kasumi Goto POV

The thief cracked open her eyes and watched as she walked behind Shepard's group.

She was confused when she realized her limbs were moving on their own.

She was dizy as she looked in front of her. Kasumi didn't know what was going on, but she saw herself aim one of Plague's old guns and fire a few rounds into some Blue Suns.

Her eyelids became heavy, as her vision turned black.

Jack POV

Jack had just killed two Blue Suns and looked out of the viewport. She saw only one ship. She would have to take it. Her attitude changed drastically when she saw the symbol on the ship's hull.

"Cerberus." she spat out as if the name was a bad taste in her mouth.

'Didn't they do enough to me the first time around?' she shouted in her head as she started to throw a tantrum of rage.

After all they had done to her, they dared to return. She hit the air as she paced.

"I got it!" a man shouted as he launched himself past her, along with a bright flash.

Jack's biotics flared as she turned around to see the man who had ran past her. What she saw was a man on top of a dead merc.

At least she thought it was a man. He had a mask similar to the few quarians she had seen in her life. He had on a blue stained duster jacket. His left arm was covered in some kind of armor, while his right hand was at the mercs head.

On the man's hand was a strange contraption with teeth that had ripped apart the mercs helmet and face.

As she looked at the blue blood covered figure, she could only think of three words.

"What the fuck?"

Plague POV

The bear trap fist's last chomp bit into the mercs throat, and with that, Plague ripped out his jugular.

"Now that was messy." Plague commented as red blood sprayed on him, mixing with the blue.

He stood and turned around to see Jack looking at him with a look of confusion on her face. He gave her a nod as he casually walked past her.

"Mrs. Jack." he greeted as he walked back to his team to check on Kasumi's status.

The medic power armor stated to inform him of Kasumi's condition as Shepard started talking to Jack.

"What the hell do you want?" Jack asked, with her confusion starting to get replaced with anger.

"You're in a bad situation, and I'm going to get you out of here." Shepard answered.

"Shit, you sound like a pussy." Jack said back as she paced back and forth, ready to defend herself. "I'm not going anywhere with you. You're Cerberus."

"She's not, but the crew is." Plague said over his shoulder.

"I'm not fucking talking to you." Jack said. "What the fuck are you anyway? Some Cerberus freak experiment?"

"Hey." Plague replied sounding a little hurt, as he turned to her. "Cerberus? Hell no. Freak…" Plague seemed to be a little mixed up as he signaled 50%50 with one of his hands.

"I'm here to ask for your help." Shepard said to continue the conversation.

"You show up in a Cerberus frigate to take me away somewhere. You think I'm stupid?" Jack said back with some anger in her eyes.

"This ship is going up in flames. We can take you to safety, and we're asking for your help." Shepard explained with some impatience.

"We can knock her out and then take her." Grunt offered.

"Is chivalry dead now, or are all krogan like you?" Plague said to Grunt, with mock curiosity.

"I'd like to see you try." Jack said, not hearing what had been said by Plague.

"We're not going to attack her." his Commander informed her team.

"Good move." Jack tolled Shepard. "Look, you want me to come with you, make it worth my while."

"We have a bar." Plague offered, thinking Kasumi would have wanted to say something there.

"Join my team and I'll do what I can for you." Shepard said, ignoring what Plague had said.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Jack said quickly. "I bet you're ships got lots of Cerberus databases. I want to look at those files. See what Cerberus has on me. You want me on your team, let me go through those databases."

"I'll give you full access." the Commander promised.

"You better be straight up with me." Jack warned.

"Fine, but…to tell you the truth, I haven't found that bar yet." Plague admitted with some disappointment.

The convict rolled her eyes as she looked away from him. "So why the hell are we standing here?" Jack asked after Shepard nodded.

I kind of like this chapter a little. Not only is it Plague's first time on the ground team, but Miranda gets put in her place again. It's always a good day when someone spoiled is thrown around a little.

This time the question is, where do you get the Prototype Medic Power Armor in Fallout 3? Remember, be specific.