John grinned. Now<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>was podracing. The Oculus shot towards him, a hellish fastball on a course straight for him. Its eye sputtered and fizzled, the laser unit probably destroyed by the impacts. From around the hangar bay, gunfire poured into the machine. Assault rifles, heavy pistols, even the fury of a Widow anti-materiel rifle. He ignored the gunfire glancing off his barriers and closed the distance with a Biotic Charge.<br/><br/>Once again, the world lit up with the brightness of a noon day. His fist connected.<span style="font-style: italic">Nova, Shockwave, Heaven Thunder Hammer.</span>The sonic boom was deafening. With the squeals of tortured metal and the groans of tortured souls, the Oculus disintegrated under the force of the Solar's blow. Metal components and shrapnel punched through the meter-thick steel ramp of the vessel's hangar and into the void of space.<br/><br/>'Uh, crap,' he muttered. 'Hope you're insured, Shepard.'<br/><br/>Silence. John took a moment to open his weapons' cooling vents before glancing around. Opposite him was the Lieutenant, still wreathed in his hellish Anima. All around stood the slack-jawed faces of dumbfounded crew.<br/><br/>Finally, one spoke. Cortez, the ship's Kodiak pilot. 'What.'<br/><br/>'What?' John echoed.<br/><br/>'No, seriously. What.'<br/><br/>'Shouldn't you guys be used to hanging out with the Exalted by now?'<br/><br/>'Shepard is a Terrestrial, Commander. She does "superhuman". What you guys just did goes beyond into "bullshit space kung-fu magic."'<br/><br/>John's response was cut short by the PA system. 'Rear shields reactivated, forward shields still down,' Joker yelled. 'Hold tight, folks, I'm going to try a Crazy Ivan. Lowering ramp. Team Four, get ready to jump.'<br/><br/>Red lights and klaxons activated in the<span style="font-style: italic">Normandy's</span>hangar. John knew Alliance pilot parlance. He knew what was coming next. Wracked by metallic groans, the<span style="font-style: italic">Normandy</span>goosed its thrusters and eezo core, turning a full 180 degrees in mid-flight. The ramp dropped. Green light. John was already sprinting forward when Shepard gave the go order. He didn't need to look back to see the Lieutenant doing the same. Reversing the setting on his mag-boots, John shot forward into the debris field.<br/><br/>'Thrusters for maneuvering and course correction only,' he barked into the comm. 'Don't waste fuel on speed.'<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This</span>was where the fun really began. To be fast and free and young. This was the thrill the Exaltation brought. Nothing could stand in their way. In the void, he rolled and shot past the debris of stranger aeons. Those that couldn't be dodged, he punched through. And those that couldn't be punched through, he traversed with mag-boots and Solar-enhanced speed before propelling himself back into empty space. Alarms blared on his armor's internal speedometer--alarms he shut out, reveling in the reflexes and endurance granted to him by the Unconquered Sun. The Collector ship's hangar bay neared. He made out a single drone on the deck inside. A target.<br/><br/>He let loose with another Charge, imbuing his fist with the golden light of divine Essence once more. This time, the energy manifested as the flaming head of a Terran falcon as he drove his fist into the Collector's face. The Drone simply ceased to exist, reduced to a fine yellow mist by the blow. John's momentum carried him forward, the force of his entrance and unleashed biotic energies launching the other Collectors inside into the air--perfect targets for the other member of this Exalted duo. Skeet shooting, just like back at Basic.