The injection of Synthetimmune stopped the reaction from progressing, but Shira'Va's throat was swollen, her breathing, though possible was still labored.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Suit, need suit."</span>She managed to sputter out, working hard just to breath the words.<br/><br/>Ashana nodded to Milenya in acknowledgement. They began to move down the white corridor, nearing wing C. Shira'Va remained behind, unable to follow as she kept her focus on maintaining her breathing as best she could. When Milenya offered the flash bang grenade, Ashana turned it away.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorchid">"No, I'll need my hands free to -"</span><br/><br/>They reached C wing, and on the threshold out of the corridor and right in front of them passed Desmond himself. He was set on the airlock out onto the landing paddock, rocket launcher in hand, his Mattock on his back. He looked right, seeing them at the same time. He stopped, both groups for a split moment caught by surprise.<br/><br/>No more than a moment, though.<br/><br/>Ashana ran at him as he turned, aiming the devastating weapon. She shouted, and threw her body into him, knocking the weapons aim away from them. She grabbed it in his hand, tucking her legs in and pivoting around the weapon, rolling sideways, extending her leg around the man's helmet and pushing off, twisting the weapon out of his grasp. She fell with it and tossed it across the floor as she landed.  The slaver was in full heavy armor. He was a walking tank, and she butt naked with no biotics. Strikes were useless, and she couldn't hope to overpower him with assisted strength from the armor. The only thing she could apply successfully was torsion against him. She popped back up and suddenly felt the whole room spin wildly upside down and sideways.  Desmond had responded to his disarmament with a sudden and strong backhand across Ashana's face. The blow dazed her, and she fell squarely on her ass.<br/><br/>He reacted quickly, reaching for the Mattock on his back to finish the job.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Darion's flash bang went off as the Batarians attempted to make their move, catching more than half of them out of cover. The covered their faces and staggered. It was an open range in front of Darion. Several stumbled to get back to cover, while the other tried to push on, firing blindly in Darion's direction in a mad effort to suppresses him. It didn't help, and Darion was able to kill two and injure one before they were back behind cover.<br/><br/>Sorv and Firas fought to overpower the Batarian that had flanked them, but it was a losing battle. The Batarian was well versed in close quarters combat, armored in blades, and armed to kill with a punch.<br/><br/>The Batarians in the cover had had enough, they kept smart, retreating back into wing A, firing at Darion as they fell back outside the landing paddock and their air support.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The nuke ticked down,  4:02, 4:01, 4:00, 3:59.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>