Fiber-optics and plasma screens shattered beneath the force of Del Pilar's plasma grenade, shattering Ta'akozoka's construct like a pinecone beneath a tire. For a few moments the image of eyes refracted and multiplied along the fractured monitors, ultimately rupturing in a shower of sparks. A low whine pittered out from the carnage, the last mechanisms of the technosquid falling silent.<br/><br/>"Nice pitch boss." Esone giggled deliriously, sagging back against the wall. "Beaned him good, you did."<br/><br/>The Lieutenant blinked a few times, then slumped to the floor. "I'm just going to take a nap now, ok?"<br/><span style="color: #000000">A nap. Yes. That will be... nice.</span><br/><br/>The sound of C-Sec arriving on the scene was a lullaby as Esone drifted off into nightmares<br/><br/>----<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">Hey. Hey. Are you awake yet? Hey.</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ow. What? </span>OW.<br/><span style="color: #000000">Good. You're conscious at least. Nuralogical processor check time - Why do we call ourselves a Malfean Scourge if we work for the Ebon Dragon?</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Eddie lent us to Malfeas, and it's easier to deal with the King's ego if we say we work for him.</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">Very good! Now open your eyes, I don't want to have to go back to dreamland with you.</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What'd I dream about this time?</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">A titan of sunlight battling with Yozi-fied parodies of yourself. We spent the whole time dodging falling mountain ranges, using <span style="font-style: italic">mortal</span> methods. I don't know how you lot can stand always being material</span><br/><br/>Esone opened his eyes with difficulty, gazing blearily up at the med bay ceiling. For a place meant to instill calm and security, they really went out of their way to make it look like a mix between the Pearly Gates and a 'room with padded walls'.<br/><br/>"Whu happn." Esone slurred, attempting to sit up. His face was numb, and whatever lucidity his internal monologue revealed was lost on the outside word. Straps around his chest, arms and waist immediately made their presence known, flimsy things that wouldn't really hold him if he put his mind to it. A small tube was poking out from between the Lieutenant's ribs, connected to an active pump. "Ohrght. Lng."<br/><span style="color: #000000">They must've used Exalted-grade drugs to get you to talk like that. I wonder where the doctor is? Hopefully they were smart enough to avoid touching your blood or attempting a transfusion. Ah well. You're almost patched up. </span><br/><br/>The whir of the doors drew their attention away from bodily concerns, 042 marching into the room with his usual mechanical tact.<br/><br/>---Esone-Lieutenant. You are awake. This is good, we have pressing matters to attend to.---<br/><br/>"Fortoo. Wasgooinon."<br/><br/>042 cocked it's head, crests flaring to mimic puzzlement.<br/><br/>---I am afraid my language programing does not include that dialect. Hopefully you will be more coherent when the Salarian and Krogan representatives arrive. Shepard-Commander and Del Pilar-Commander will be brokering a talk between them to acquire Krogan support in the war effort. According to Shepard-Commander, your and my presence as Exalts is required.--<br/><br/>"Wy?" This time 042 seemed to make sense of the slur. Yozi bless monosyllables.<br/><br/>---According to Shepard-Commander "The Lieutenant is as creepy as an effing Husk, and the Geth are just plain intimidating for Flashlight-heads"--- The Alchemical's voice modulation replicated Shepard's tones perfectly, drawing a chuckle from Esone.<br/><br/>"Alrit. Geme otofbed. Bss ok? Bdgys arsted?" He tugged at the straps meaningfully, thankful that his limbs were more functional that his jaw. 042 still took a minute to process, but was adapting quickly.<br/><br/>---Del Pilar-Commander is mostly intact, barring superficial fire damage. All combatants not under Citadel authority are in custody. The Renegade computer program is destroyed. C-Sec is currently investigating the Citadel mainframe for similar hostile runtimes.---