Thread: Ban The Fox Sin and TriniMad in: M.E Chronicles

RE Ban The Fox Sin and Trini Nim in M.E Chronicles If you had asked Nyriaka Aeterius , or more commonly known as Artemis around Omega, that she would be dodging bullets while planting bombs onto illegal goods, she would have laughed and maybe had shut the door in your face. But here she was dodging bullets while planting bombs onto illegal goods. Strange how the fates might take someone, but perhaps it wasn't so strange, if there was a handsome face to beckon her along the path of now becoming a righteous mercenary - as if there was anyone on Omega who could best Archangel. It was pretty ridiculous how easily the turian rebel honestly suckered her into joining him, risking her life directly on the line in the face of the battlefield. And to be honest, Nyriaka hardly regretted it one bit. She had her content fun tinkering with her various drones and mechs back in her shop which was now conveniently trashed and destroyed by the Blood Pack after she literally spited them in their faces with Garrus, but she probably would have never felt as alive as she did now - rewiring make-shift explosives with a shaky adrenaline-filled laugh under her breath and some of her most precious mechs firing back over her head. Danger! It was something that Nyria had explicitly avoided for so many years while she was on Omega the utmost reason why she even came to hellhole was the sheer abundance of tech that she could work on to repair and upgrade at a far more lucrative price than what she might have gotten back at the Citadel. Keep her head down, maintain a reputable presence, and don't let anyone bother her. But that had become more and more difficult as the years passed and the residents of Omega began to know her for her claimed magic touch when it came to all things techy the gangs wanted her for their own. Imagine how much of an edge they would have over their rivals! The gunships they could fly! The drones they could unleash onto the other gangs! Suddenly, Artemis became a prize to have not only for her skill, but also for the fact that she was a female turian. Sure, there were asaris around, but female turians? Many a male, not only other turians, wanted a piece of that too. They cornered her from all sides, pushing in, threatening, leering until Nyriaka had no other choice she needed help. And who else was making more rounds and striking more fear into the gangs' hearts than the one and only Archangel? To be honest, she was surprised herself when the gregarious turian agreed so easily to her request, and even more so when he invited her to join his team. But hell, why not? What did she have to lose? Not much, and with that, she would gain a whole lot of protection and company at a desirable male's eye too. The last few years had been... Admittedly lonely, refuting slimy requests from the knuckle-headed turians and other various males around Omega practically all the time. Yet, they still kept coming, no matter how much she lashed her sarcastic tongue at them. And here, they also still continued to come, just in a different manner. They weren't out for her this time, they were simply out for blood. Nyriaka figured that they hadn't seen her yet, didn't know that she was fully integrated into Garrus' team, and she would rather like to keep it that way. It was when she had just finished wiring together the last explosive, shoving it deep between two crates full of red sand that the female turian could hear the slow and steady shots as it rang out nearby, only to result of gurgled screams and falls of limp bodies onto the ground. That would be no one else besides Archangel. Letting a cheeky smug grin come over her expression in satisfaction of her work well-done, she made her first rookie mistake - standing up from her cover. Almost immediately, a shout came up and several bullets came at where she just was as the engineer quickly ducked down again and winced an inch higher and they might have just taken off one of her horns. Artemis to base, Artemis to Archangel, they've spotted my position. All explosives rigged. Headed back- she started, only to be cut off as her cover was once again peppered with wild shots, forcing Nyriaka to keep on moving - more like crawling undignifiedly to another pile of crates. One of her sentry mechs fell, getting a low hiss from the engineer as she finally pulled the sub-machine gun from the holster on her armor's back that was one of her best mechs and it just went down like that! Shame. There was no time for her to say anything else on the open-comm, not as she ducked around the cover just long enough to exchange some fire, with the satisfaction of seeing one of the gang members fall under her shots. Now, Nyriaka wouldn't say the operation was a bust just yet , seeing as she had fulfilled her side of the bargain, but as she heard Garrus' voice crackle over the open comms line, she couldn't help but hiss again in annoyance. The gang members were advancing ever more closer, and another of her sentry mechs was also down to replace it, the engineer quickly activated her omni-tool to create an attack drone right in a gaggle of gang members. You wanted to see my goods up close, there's no better view than right down the face of one of my drones, was all she wryly muttered, a slight smirk on her face as shot after shot was fired from the gun. It was so automatic fire, empty out the clip, reload with another one. Nyriaka hadn't even noticed that she was nearly half way through her ammo before a familiar and very comforting presence was nearby - Garrus. She had to admit that it was good to see that he hadn't lost any of his wryly wit even in the face of imminent danger and threat, with adrenaline pumping through both of their veins. Jolly great for you to join now, I have them pinned down just fine! she called back with a half-smile curving onto her expression, activating her omni-tool once more to send out another drone as the last one disintegrated under the concentrated enemy fire, And honestly, the only one who could ever kill me is just me, mellis ! Nearly had my horns burned right off, I'll let you know! S'kak. There really seemed like no end to the number, and as she glanced down to see the scattered thermal clips around her feet, desperate times simply called for desperate measures. How about... Let's just blast our way out? Leave the big guns to the big girl, Nyriaka offered with an inappropriate amount of cheer then, sending the other turian a toothy smirk before she holstered the M-9 Tempest and from the other larger holster on her back, quickly activated the M-920 Cain, aimed at the group in front of her, and simply fired. Oh, had she also forgotten to mention that the explosion from the shot would be enough to be an improvised trigger for all of the explosions she had already planted all around the area there? Oops. There was scarcely any time for Nyriaka to rush over to where Garrus was before the initial explosion rocked the ground beneath then, and then one by one, the crates exploded. Some were honestly too close for comfort, but all she could do now was huddle next to him, clutching the spent heavy weapon in her hand as they could only wait for the explosions to finally subside. When it did, she was left with a good ringing in her ears, unsteadily clambering to her feet to peer out over the pile of crates they were behind. Absolute and utter ruin, just like they had wanted from the operation, but perhaps... A little more flamboyant and aggressive than Garrus might have wanted. Still feeling the blood thumping through her veins and the exhilarating high of being so close to a life-or-death situation not quite leaving her yet, the engineer reached out to grasp the other turian's hand with an affectionate squeeze and shake. Well, that might have been more of a boom than a bust. But! Like the humans like to say, two birds with one stone. Or in this case, two objectives with one shot, she breathlessly chattered with a bright winning smile, looking around before slowly steadying herself to just get the heck out of here running away with Garrus and the others sounded awfully romantic and appealing at the moment, considering their only other option was to be caught by this gang's leaders like sitting babes, You coming, talur ? TURIAN WORDS FROM THIS TURIAN DICTIONARY.