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

The N7 was still stuffing his face. The Adept blinked s he said, Damn man, are you hungry or something, you know if you eat too much you'll get sick. The man didn't understand it. Legends and myths whispered around camp had always implied N7 were the elite. However this guy didn't' seem that impressive. Maybe the rumors were just that, bull shit rumors.However as he looked the guy in the face and noticed his sapphire blue eyes and a few ruggedly handsome scars he realized that wasn't the case. Thomas nodded as he said, We hit planet side 70 hours ago, been on my own 56 hours. No food supplies, because we were supposed to rendezvous with a camp that when I got to it was wiped out. No sleep because I haven't run into any decent cover, or a area that might service for a few hours sleep, that wasn't crawling with hostiles. Thomas noticed a glint and headed toward it as he said Reminds me of a boring training mission, a good hint is always eat and rink while you can. One time I was going to a routine mission and turned down a bathroom break, the mission ended up being known as the battle of Torfan. Raising the rifle, he checked the sites and nodded. A Revenant technically another assault rifle but worth his weight in credits against husks. Comming to a decision he removed his SMG from his back. Putting the Revenant in it's spot he tossed the SMG to the Biotic. Smirking he said Yes THAT Torfan. The biotic blinked, 70 hours without food or sleep. Most people would be going into dementia or useless. Yet the N7 had pulled off a thirty yard shot with a sniper rifle while in standing position. Suddenly he was very VERY glad he hadn't been accepted into the N7 program. All Alliance soldiers applied at one point or another and a huge percentile got turned down. Looking at the soldier in front of him Freckles was VERY glad he'd been turned down. Suddenly he heard a noise and turned only to make an unmanly noise as a mass effect round nailed him in the head. He would later give a praise for shield tech but at that second he was instead diving for cover. He saw the Biotic's shield save his life. Pushing his face mask down he looked out and let his mind run through the options. Four Muraders, and two Ravagers and six husks. Deciding to try something risk he said, Can you give me a singularity right in the center? The Biotic's nod had him pulling two grenades. Popping both pins he said, Two seconds, then throw it! As the energy orb flew to it desired location, he noticed it seemed to warp at the edges. This guy was definitely not an N7 biotic. But he didn't need to be for Thomas's plan. He threw his grenades in a perfect arc. Even as he reached deep. He hated his father's git to him and wasn't very good at it, but he'd be damned if it wasn't the best solution. Freckles had too marvel at the N7's skills. The grenades were muti frag that meant even as they detonated the mini grenades shot by the main grenades were sucked into the singularity as well. Turning the from grenades into high explosive rounds. The Husks were gone but the Murader's were still struggling, and the Ravagers were hard to lift with the singularity. He felt as much as saw the field around the genetically modified abominations tart to grow smaller. He grit his teeth, about to bite out a scathing remark when he felt a tingle he was used too. A large amount of Biotic energy was gathering and VERY close. Turning he almost felt his aw drop. The energy field around the N7 was crazy. No way a human biotic could keep that sort of field going, He realized why as he saw the energy gathering in the N7's hand smirking he channeled all his will into the Singularity Chuckling despite the effort he said Let's see how you like this bastards! Thomas sensed the burning getting to it's highest level, and with a roar HURLED the dodgeball sized blast of biotic energy. Not at any single enemy, no he hurled it at the Singularity. the resulting explosion sent him his ass. But it vaporized the enemies closer to the heart of the blast. Seeing the look of the Adept he explained, breathing heavily Daddy was a gen 1 implant, that is 50 of my ability I can also slam, but I don't' have the control for the finesse stuff. An actual N7 biotic can and has tossed me around the room like a grunt n their first day of basic. Hell I can't even make my own barriers. BUT, it makes a hell of a hammer sometimes. Thomas didn't mention it was exhausting. The headaches didn't help. Moving towards the crate he began eating again. The truth was the supplies would be valuable, but they were finite. The Thermal clips from the dead soldiers, a crate of basic ration bars. Not even MRE's, but the basically granola bars they gave Biotic who were just over stressed in the field. A second crate of 100 gallon containers of water. A drum of fuel probably for a fighter, and two cargo containers of grenades. In short enough for him to survive, but not enough for most soldiers. The crates nearby that were in pieces probably meant their had been more and the Reapers had destroyed it. Hearing a sound he cursed himself mentally, he'd let the previous skirmish distract him. The executioner pistol came up, even as he sensed the Adept going for the SMG. He fought the urge to snort a Murader or Ravager would put a round through his gut before he could equip the gun. The gun he hadn't even checked to make sure was loaded when he caught it. However the sight of Asari blue skin had him relaxing even as his Partner snorted. Freckles snorted as he said, Great, their sending the slut smurfs to save us. The universe must REALLY be going to hell if they've peeled them out of the dive bar across the universe. Thomas rolled his eyes Holstering his pistol he said I wouldn't care if a Batarian, wearing a pink bikini, came to get us off of this rock. But unless Asari have started wearing human skin and the hard suits of the space core I seriously doubt their here to Save us. Thomas sat down allowing a bit of hope to enter his voice, Am I wrong, because as much as I love the old earth history stories of The Alamo, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, and the three hundred Spartans and Thermopylae. I've never been tempted to recreate them.