Mass Effect : Shepard 's Letters
Chapter Eight – …And Still The Game Continues.
Part three
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"Javik! Wait, damn it you crazy Prothean!"
A biotic charged grenade explodes exposing covered minions, the following warp reacts in spectacular way, bursting the bodies violently around. Green energy puts down a shield point-blank, and a Marauder is finished swiftly by a curved blade. Same dagger is spun in a fluid move meeting the next attacking Husk's eye. The minion gets kicked, freeing the blade whose holding hand is then extended, burning green fire as the remaining Husks are viciously slammed against the ground.
"You can't keep it up like this!" Mattock's rounds open holes at the fallen Minions, as Vega manages to jump over a rail to approach his ally.
"Don't hinder me, Primitive! The Reapers took everything from me!" The alien rifle keeps in a staccato of short bursts. "There's nothing left for me at this detestable Cycle besides my rightful Vengeance! The Reapers and their servants will know the wrath of the fallen Prothean race! My friends! I'll meet them soon enough!"
"Hinder you? You tightass jerk!" Vega manages to get close to cover the Prothean's back, he makes a Fortification shield boost to hold a Ravager blast before putting it on fire. "Your friends are right here, covering your back! And… I just don't think it's fair you killing all the bastards by yourself." The Marine grins and keep firing back to back with Javik.
This gives Javik pause. The words were meaningless and offensive from this simple-minded Primitive, but his Psychometric senses had read them as literal. Those fools felt as his equals and willing to die along with him. He had felt the same impressions before… from his long dead crewmates…
His mouth moves without thinking: "Well, Primitive, I don't think you could keep up with a Leader of the Great Prothean Empire, anyway." He is still shooting, but grinning now.
"This so? Let's put credits on it, Chupacabra… Look! Help arrived! But… What are those things?"
Javik's good eyes widen as he gasps. "By the Empire, it's Past itself returning, Primitive…"
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Your foe may be a creepy Husk, a monstrous Cannibal or a dreadful Marauder, but if you are a full armored Krogan on a rampaging Kakliosaur, it gets a more fitting definition: Fresh wet blot on the ground.
And it was a full Cavalry Company coming. Under Urdnot Clan's flags and battle cries, the giant reptiles stormed over abandoned skycars, rubble AND Reaper forces on a thunderous stampede flooding the nearby Plaza. Shotguns the size of anti-aircraft artillery just blasted half the Husk's torsos off. Mean-looking spears made of scrap pinned Ravagers to ground before they could turn with their attached cannons, their following explosions of toxic gas and acid meaning nothing to those beasts or their riders.
The ugliest Valkyries ever, but the most beautiful sight to the Normandy's crew.
"Banshee at 9 o'clock! Put the bitch down!" Ashley screams, she tries to slow the monster with a concussive shot but it was useless as it was at Charge. Miranda's Locust came to aid the Spectre's Avenger but it was too fast, the deformed Asari was already over them and going Nova, blasting their shields and scattering them apart.
Ash shook her head, clearing her sight to a blue Death face grinning at her under flaming biotics. Defenseless under those eyes, her lips part for a last commending of her Soul.
"NO, YOU DON'T."
And the monster vanishes under a big shape with a sickening crunch. The Reaper forces nearby get similar treatment soon enough and Ash finds herself in front of huge red familiar face.
"Wrex?!"
"Need a hand, Williams?"
"Always from a friend! I've never being happier for not shooting you down back at Virmire!"
"The same, since if you had tried you wouldn't be alive for me to save your human ass today!" Urdnot Wrex chuckles while dismounting, his big hand pats affectionately the ugly smelly beast he was riding while the Spectre recovers herself. "Beauty, isn't? Shepard helped the Salarians to bring back these fellas from extinction. Old Tuchanka's relics just like me… Salarians can do good things when their skinny butts are on the line… Who would say?..."
The Battlemaster turns to the Reaper at sight. "Let's move from that thing's aim. We came from that Camp after they've told us your status but staying here is stupid."
"Jack is still over there!"- Miranda points ahead at the war zone.
"What about Jack?" Another harsh Krogan voice comes from the comms.
"Grunt?"
"Talking about stupid… We're here, boy! Prepare troops to scatter, that Reaper is already turning to the party we've made."
"Grunt! It's Miranda! Jack went berserk and is charging ahead, can you get to her?"
The ground shakes as another ton-weighted lizard gallops to them. The Operative had a glimpse of large sky-blue reptilian eyes as she is picked up like a small girl over a big rough-looking saddle.
"Can we?" Grunt's deep voice booms at her back as Miranda Lawson barely hung for dear life…
Grunt's comms sounded like a very pissed Krogan Battlemaster: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RUNT?!"
"The bastard's shields are down, Old Man! We can do it, you know it! Let's do your old Hunting Maw move! Call the Tomkahs!"
"You… Damn't! Nibelungs! Bring the trucks to both flanks, from behind."
"Beethoven Raiders! To me! Smash the fuckers but fall right, keep out of range!"
As listening to Grunt the slow turning Reaper blasts a red ray putting down the block just at their left, missing almost all the fast-moving mounted Krogans but making losses at its own ground forces.
Grunt's sinister laugh rumbles at Miranda's back and she can't take it anymore.
"Grunt, what are we doing? You are risking too much of your troops to rescue Jack!"
"Rescue?! You said that crazy pyjak is about to tackle the Destroyer alone, didn't you?"
"Yes, and we are stopping her… We are not, are we?" ("Damn, it's Grunt, of course not!"- Miranda sighed with a sinking sensation).
"No stopping her. If she wants the Reaper that bad, the Krogan will be happy to clean the path for her! RRROOOOARRRR!"
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Vega and Javik had caught up with the others and got up Kakliosaurs's backs with the Krogans as they set back to fight. Ashley was behind Wrex, assisting fire with her Avenger, but she had to ask after he paused barking orders and was mumbling "Damn kid! Runny nose pup! No respect!", and so on.
"Nibelungs? What's your thing with Human old Classic stuff, Wrex?"
"Hum? Oh, the song? It's catchy…"