Thread: Mass Effect: The War on the Ground (ThomasRHellsing x Kaybee)

Thomas Barbosa Hellsing was used to shit hitting the fan. His unit was N7, the best of the best. Any one of them could lead, and any one of them could fight. The soldier was a blade forged in the fires of hell, and no enemy had yet to rattle him. As he raised noticed a group of about ten of the Reapers classified as Husks charging him, he dropped his Mattock. Aiming his light machine gun the Incendiary ammo mod glowed along the heat sink. With such a tight group he didn't even bother about aiming, pressing the Blood Pack stolen weapon and keeping it aimed at the general center mass of the group. 20 seconds later the over heated thermal clip popped and he brought his n7 Piranha shotgun up firing a few shots at the Reapers his HUD showed were still capable of moving. The soldier took a breath to analyze the battle field. Deciding to let the shotgun's Sink cool instead of replace it, he returned it to his back. He took the now cooled sink from the ground and returned it to his SMG. Picking up his mattock he noticed the Sink in it had cooled. The soldier preferred the Mattock's heavy stopping power, but against Husks where speed was a factor the Mattock was at a disadvantage. Thomas was fully kitted, a Black Widow sniper rifle, the Piranha his Mattock, SMG and a pistol stolen from a blood Pack raid long ago. The N7 Destroyer needed a break, his unit had hit planet side 56 hours ago. He was using medi-gel and stimulants his hard suit carried for emergencies to stay sharp. Too much longer and it was going to bite him. Honestly the soldier would kill for some food and a shower. His T5-V's almost black it was so dark red, with a neon green stripe instead of red, and electric blue instead of white was covered in different shades of gore. Just as he though about sitting down, a loud echoing screech reached his ears. siren and nearby For about two seconds the N7 was tempted to ignore it, but the sound of weapon fire changed his mind. Double checking the clip in his Mattock and his ammo mod he began running towards the sound. Johnathan Freckles Smithe was not what most would call a soldier's build. The man wasn't a wall of muscle or a typical jar head. Johnathan was far more on the lean side, although he did have a decently built body. That's because Johnathan wasn't a typical soldier. Johnathan was a G3 biotic. Freckles was a trained member of the Alliance a Human Adept he was far from a heavy hitter. He tended to be in a support role, but as a reaper bitch tore the commander of his squad apart, he wished he was at home. The panicked soldier threw his hands out throwing a Biotic throw as hard as he could at the turned Asari bitch. But she just seemed annoyed. Blurring towards him. He stumbled backward which saved him from getting gutted by her claws. Raising his pistol he fired the thermal clip directly into her face But a back hand sent his pistol flying through the air. Freckles saw his whole life flash before his eyes a he felt the firm grip of the former asari lift him up. One of her talons moving back he was dead. Even as he saw the arm moving he was filled with a rage deep in his guts. He was NOT DYING HERE! With a savage gesture straight out he threw a biotic flare directly into the she bitches face. The reaction was instantaneous. The siren was thrown back a half dozen feet. Dropping the Biotic who landed on his feet before falling onto his ass. Pulling at the rage deep within him, the Adept began hurling Warps and Shock Waves at the Siren as he snarled, MY WHOLE LIFE, I'VE BEEN JUDGED AGAINST YOU CUNTS, NO WAY IN HELL AM I DYING TO ONE OF YOU! The Adept dropped to his knees. The siren seemed not to care. His biotic barrage had drained him too quickly. Too late his teacher's words blaring through his mind Always pace yourself, never know when relief will show up. Freckles drew his shotgun, it wasn't anything special, a M-27 Scimitar. Seeing the Siren face him he puled the trigger. It's warp towards him meant most of the rounds missed, but two at least were good hits. He saw the last of it's barriers fall But his heat ink pop. Again the creature lifted him, he admitted to himself he was dead Preparing for his death, he punched the Siren in her head, only for her head to explode. He manged to stay on his feet as the siren collapsed. Only to fall forward onto his knees. Looking at his fist Freckles heard a voice You know that was my round right Adept? Freckles looked at the sight, and smiled his first genuine smile since his group had been separated 4 hours ago. Thomas returned his sniper rifle to his back. Impressed by the Adept's showing. A biotic would prove useful. Moving towards the supply crates he tossed the Adept a few nutrition bars, before digging into two of them at a time himself. Even as he put the remains of one in his mouth he handed the adept his pistol before grabbing another one and digging into it. He knew he needed calories more then socialization and a full cargo container was too sweet to pass up. After eating a dozen of the bars he said, The Name is Thomas, what's yours adept? Jonathan spoke quickly wondering how long the N7 had gone without eating. He ate hi own bars, but they weren't very good. Honestly if he didn't need to hep his already throbbing headache he'd probably have just put them in his hard suit's food area. He replied immediately to the question, Jonathan, but you can cal me Freckles sir, thanks for the save.