Note: Time for some 'fun' on Tuchanka. I can't promise things will be less jumpy than the last chapter, but I'll do my best. Please, review and comment. I own nothing relating to Mass Effect.
Special Forces
Chapter 2
"Y'know, I'm trying to remember if the old man ever said we'd have to deal with Cerberus and Reapers." Clint said, jamming a needle into his leg. "I don't remember him saying anything like that, do you?"
"No, I don't either. But hey, are you really surprised things went sideways?"
"Not really. It's us, after all."
Kara grabbed Clint by the arm and hauled him up off the ground.
"Alright, we can't go back there. They may be trying to kill each other, but we happen to be their mutual enemy."
"So what do we do?"
"Give me a sec. I'm calling the old man."
Clint opened a com line to the cruiser he and Kara had shipped out on, the Achilles.
"Achilles, this is Clint. Do you copy?"
"Roger that, this is Achilles. We read you, Captain."
"I need to speak to the Commander. Right now."
"Putting him through."
Clint got a few seconds of static.
"What's the situation?" The Commander's voice came in.
"We're pretty FUBAR down here sir. Got jumped by Cerberus ad Reapers at the same time, barely managed to get out. Any chance that Krogan relief effort is on its way?"
"There's been a change of plans."
"Of course there is."
"The Krogan are deploying everyone and everything they've got to Palaven. That support we all thought you were getting isn't coming."
"Wait. How are the Krogan even…they're going to Palaven?"
"Part of deal the clans and Turian Hierarchy cut with Commander Shepard. Shepard gets Krogan boots on Palaven to stem the tide during civilian evac, the Turians throw their fleets in with ours for the big push."
"God-damn Shepard again. How are the Krogan getting there?"
"Some are going in hired freighters, some are getting picked up by some nonessential Turian ships."
"Damn it. Sir, we need to go asset denial on that ground cannon now, somehow."
"What do you mean, Captain?"
"Cerberus is trying to retake the cannon. They do, they're going to have a sky full of targets to shoot down."
"And then the whole plan falls to pieces."
"Exactly, sir."
"Well I hope you weren't counting on us to do the heavy work, cause we can't."
"What? What do you mean you can't? Don't tell me you can't do a simple orbital strike!"
"We need to level that cannon, Captain. Leave no usable bit left standing, and we aren't equipped with the ordinance to do that from orbit."
"Sir, if you tell me we need to go back to that cannon once you send in some demo packs by shuttle, I'm going to hit you in the face when I get back on board."
"Then you'll have to hit me in the face, Captain. I'm sending a shuttle. Take out that cannon. Whatever the cost."
"Yes sir."
Clint cut the comm.
"You're not really going to punch him in the face, if we get back, are you? That's more my thing." Kara said.
"You're thing is punching the Colonel in the face."
"Everyone brings that up. It was one time. He threw a table at me."
As they approached the cannon, they could see that the fighting between Cerberus and Reaper troops had died down.
"Think they all killed each other?" Clint asked.
"God, I hope so." Kara said.
They walked towards the control room.
They were almost at the ramp leading up to it when a body sailed out of the window above them.
It was Cerberus soldier, and by the look of it, he'd been tossed biotically.
A Krogan followed him out the window, leaping after him.
The Cerberus trooper started crawling on his gut, away from the Krogan.
The Krogan simply strode after him, turned him over, and stomped once on the trooper's helmet.
Clint and Kara trained their weapons on him.
"Careful there, humans. Same team." The Krogan said.