Black Hole Sun had Esone by the face, slamming the Scourge's head into the wall with increasing ferocity. Rare Earth was fracturing in dozens of places, it's integrity maintained only by the faintest threads. Esone's own regeneration was forgone entirely,  Vertigo commandeering the metaphysical biology in order to sustain it's home. Fighting back was almost impossible; the rapid, jerks motion of Sun's thrusts kept Esone flailing like a rag doll. The few shots he'd been able to squeeze out of Metallica had gone wide, although he was certain he had heard Raiton utter a sharp inhalation of pain in the wake of his last report.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">We'll need to crack the shell open, in order to get to the main course. Redouble your efforts, Agent Sun.</span>Urged the burning AI that hovered at Sun's side. The figure was human, as far as Esone could tell, but it's Abyssal origin was apparent in it's visage of charred flesh. Sun grunted something back, a garbled string of snarling rasps. Whatever he had said, the Day Caste sounded more annoyed than anything else.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Of course the armor is tough.  Did you really think that Prothean technology would be as easy as sunder in a lobster shell? </span><br/><br/>---This Unit must agree. Yoroi pattern armor appears to be significantly less durable than higher Celestial models,  yet possess sufficient tensile strength to armor Exalts for their original purpose.---<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Wha-</span><br/><br/>The AI was promptly cut off by a screaming piston hammer applied directly to the small of Sun's back. 042 stood over the crumpled Abyssal, his mighty weapon belching great gouts of steam. The hammer shrieked again, performing a hypnotic arc as 042 drummed out a tattoo into the prone hunk of Soulsteel.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Wait, can't we-</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Crunch</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">I mean-</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thwak</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Brother machine-</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Pop</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Merc-</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Squelch</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Won't you jus-</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ping</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">FALAFL-</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Beep</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">FRIENDSHIP IS MAGI-</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dakkadakkadakkadakka</span><br/><br/>---You exist because we permit it. You will end because we demand it.---<br/><br/>"Let's get you out of here, shall we?" Bau muttered, helping Esone to his feet and offering his shoulder to lean on. A glance towards Raiton revealed her to be flailing haphazardly,  clutching eyes that were simultaneously stitched shut and bleeding an industrial radiance.  Bau followed the Lieutenant's gaze, smirking slightly.<br/><br/>"A farewell present is in order, I think." With a snap of his lengthy fingers,  the Salarian manipulated probability to conjure a rabid and itate badger onto the Abyssal's face.  A badger which, inexplicably,  was exhaling a swarm of buzzing yellow projectiles.<br/><br/>"NOT THE BEES! NOT THE BEES!"<br/><br/>"They're wasps, actually." Bau snickered smugly. "Your planet has some truly terrifying creatures, human."<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">Like dolphins.</span><br/><br/>With the bee-shooting badger keeping her occupied and 042 mangling Sun, Bau and the Lieutenant made it to the lip of the level without incident. Aside from the occasional stray Cerberus bullet, of course. Rare Earth was utilized as a human shield for those wayward blitzes.<br/><br/>Bau promptly pitched Esone over the edge, heaving him onto the roof of the shuttle that hovered below. The Salarian swiftly followed suit, dropping down beside his compatriot and swinging them both into the open shuttle hatch. Moments later, the Kodiak shuddered as 042 made contact.<br/><br/>"Mommy,  make the room stop spinning, I want to get off now." Esone moaned, collapsing into the nearest seat. " Can we sit Tuchanka out? Considering how badly this went, I have no desire to set foot on that death world."