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

Patricia Ennet had never expected to be fighting on the ground. She had trained with the alliance marines as far as she had needed to and she had gotten her nickname from them before she left their ranks for pilot's school. 'Clouds', after where her head always seemed to be in combat, the strangest thoughts always dancing through her head even in the worst of situations that had her fellow cadets shaking with adrenaline or screaming themselves hoarse in fear and exhilaration. Pinned down in the ruins of an abandoned building, chips of concrete bouncing off her hardsuit as two ravagers' cannons blew holes in the wall just above her. I wonder why we ever called them ravagers? She rested her 'Carnifex' sidearm against her leg, her fingers tapping against its grip as the unholy howling of husks sounded from far down the streets. Why hasn't it rained yet? Isn't this supposed to be the rainy season here? Far, but growing closer and closer. She felt -rather than heard- a gap in the constant shockwaves, the firing had stopped for a moment. I miss my kodiak... Patricia thought as she rose, the handgun jumping in her hands as she pulled the trigger, blasting ragged holes in the first ravager. Far in the distance she could see the glowing lights of the husks, seen now as well as heard, their shambling run bringing them closer and closer, the lights swaying back and forth, dancing, flickering. Flickering? Ilaya hurtled from her hiding place as the husks passed, a crackling biotic field propelling her across the rubble-strewn ground and into the centre of the massed opponents. The pack exploded, hurled in every which direction by the shockwave of force, the blast of a Claymore Shotgun splitting the air as the Asari fired at the fallen, tearing the once human creatures into pieces with each shot. Fall! She shouted angrily, hurling a biotic shockwave that sent the already scattered husks tumbling every which way, another two blasts finishing the last survivors. Abominations. She spat. Is that an Asari? What's an Asari doing here? Patricia's grip on her pistol slackened, just as well that the remaining ravager was just as distracted by the Commando's sudden appearance, turning and cycling it's heavy weapons up for another shot. I should be helping. She just saved my life... Before she could even act, the Asari had turned to notice the fresh threat and moved again. How does she do that? It was the harmony of instinct and knowledge that the human pilot had never been able to grasp even as her fellow cadets seemed to slip into it without a second though. Why aren't I doing anything? The heavy report of the Carnifex drew Ilaya's attention away from the fresh threat of the ravager for a moment as Patricia's thoughts finally pushed her into action again. With a mere second's pause she brought her shotgun up again, adding her own fire to the storm that tore the rachni husk apart. As the silence fell over the street in the aftermath of the violence, Patricia pulled herself to her feet, a mixture of awe and uncertainty on her face as she watched her savior draw closer. Pilot Ennet, Alliance Navy. She snapped out the greeting as best she could, alliance training academy had been able to drum that much into her at least. Thank you for saving me... Ilaya took in the look of the woman before her, short, and wearing a suit of armour that seemed to have been sized for someone else, practically unarmed too. Come on. She jerked her head, listening for a moment as the sounds of more husks drifted on the wind as well as the sound of small arms fire, not too distant from where they stood. Patricia stumbled and almost fell over the barrier that had just saved her life from the ravagers, scrambling to her feet as the Asari turned on her heel. W-wait! Where are we going!? A banshee's scream echoed over the ruined street, punctuated by the echoing crack of a Widow rifle and Ilaya turned to the source of the sound. That way, There should be more survivors. Having paused for only a moment to speak, the Commando set off again, the human pilot scrambling through the rubble to keep up, barely remembering to eject the thermal clip of her pistol and replace it with a fresh one as they made their way towards whom they hoped were allies. Maybe they can help me find a shuttle...