The drell grimaced through tight lips as Faustus began to tend to his wounds, twisting his head to look over his shoulder at those incessantly clicking mandibles. "Jealous I didn't stick you inside of me this time, Faustus?" Talyet purred, shutting his large black eyes and sighing in relief as a layer of numbing cold settled over his back. The drell's skin was tough, like smooth blue leather. A few lodged pieces of shrapnel here and there but nothing that would take him out of commission for too long. Humans and asari were much softer, with silky skin that was easily penetrated. If Vanes or the commander had tried something similar, they'd be sliced up like--what was it Commander Amari called it? Deli meat?<br/><br/>"I feel fine, Iuliun," Reese snapped, shifting to stand, but the disapproving look the turian threw in her direction made her pause. It was remarkable how a face so inhuman could make her feel like a young child being reprimanded by a particularly grumpy parent. "Faust, you can't expect me to just sit here while--"<br/><br/>Her protests were made irrelevant as Cole rushed off to join Calypso, apparently formulating a plan in his head before she even had time to disregard Faustus's instructions. Impressive strategist, that one. Beneath her helmet, Reese clenched her jaw and watched as the remaining geth platforms were decimated by Cole's crackling biotics and Calypso's devastating firepower. The commander's breath froze in her chest as her eyes attempted to process the scene, a flurry of slugs and pale blue lighting, robotics shattering before them as if they were nothing more than fragile children's toys. Blood coursed through her veins, her limbs tingled with pleasurable kisses of electricity.<br/><br/>There was horror to battle; an eternal promise of blood, mutilation and death was always hovering right behind their ears, too close for comfort. And yet, witnessing her team now, Reese couldn't help but feel the addictive rush of adrenaline flood every inch of her body as she rushed to them, ignoring Faustus's vocal protests. She should have never allowed him to link up to her implant.<br/><br/>"Cole, Calypso, let's go," she demanded, quickly checking them over to ensure they were all right. Her cheeks felt warm as an armored hand pressed against Cole's chest. "Good work, Vanes," she muttered softly before pushing him forward.<br/><br/>"Fall back, team! Fall back! AIDEN, can you hear me?"<br/><br/><i>Affirmative, Commander. <br/>
</i><br/>"Vanes has uploaded information from the geth hub to the Anzio. We're going to need you to process that immediately while we head back. Some of the team have sustained injuries." Her heavy footsteps echoed as she stomped toward the others, assisting as Faustus and Calypso lifted the wiry drell to his feet. He waved them all away, wincing slightly.<br/><br/>"AIDEN," she continued, gaze roaming behind her and settling on a single geth platform, immobilized on the ground. The platform's distinctive red headlamp was still blinking, body mostly intact. This must have been one Talyet had neutralized before his explosive acrobatics act. "I'm going to bring you something else, too. Let Suni know we got one of her babies."<br/><br/><i>Commander, it is highly recommended we do not--<br/>
</i><br/>"Vanes, help me," she demanded, waving the lieutenant forward as she began to heft the broken geth. "We may be able to retrieve information from its memory banks. Pairing that with the information you gathered, we can figure out what the fuck is going on here."