Every round he fired was aimed to hit the assassin, or his shields.  The combined fire from both him and Firas kept the bastard's shields flaring almost constantly before they finally died and they were hitting armor.  Those shields lasted longer than what he knew of of current military hardware, it seemed like he was wearing something similar to what Vega was producing.  At least that is what it seemed like with the defensive strength from what he had seen.  But even those didn't survive against their constant barrage.<br/><br/>It was hard to miss the sight of rounds finally hitting the assassin and one at least penetrating the armor he wore.  Darion continued to track the assassin with his rifle and advancing forward slowly as the assassin started to retreat.  Though Darion stopped at Where Ashana lay, he kept his rifle trained on where the assassin disappeared until Firas soon followed.  Then he finally lowered his rifle before slinging it over his shoulder.  He had not ignored what she was mumbling.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“hmm, this Gavin must be a handsome bastard if you mistake me for him.”</span>Darion laughed a moment offering to help Ashana to her feet with an extended hand.<span style="color: seagreen">“Yeah, it's Darion.”</span>he didn't need to say anything else as he watched as she recovered, trying to get up on her own.  Other than that he took in all the visible injuries caused by the assassin.  She was going to have some nice bruises over the next couple days.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Yeah, welcome to the wider galaxy.  You can always find someone better.”</span>as he said that he watched Ashana first try to stand up with the wall as support.  When she failed at that, Darion made sure he was there so she didn't fall on her ass.  He reached an arm out to the small of her back, placing his hand there to stabilize her like her arm on his was doing.<span style="color: seagreen">“Maybe you can but not well.”</span><br/><br/>But of course, she wouldn't listen and Ashana started to move.<span style="color: seagreen">“ Yeah, just be careful.  It looks like he got you pretty well in the head.  You may have a concussion.  We need the Doc to look at you as soon as possible.”</span>Darion said, moving to lead the way, his rifle in his hands again at the ready.  He led, but kept Ashana in the corner of his eyes at all times and gauging his pace off her, and watching her condition.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Kala just hissed lightly as the pain of the burn hit her, spurred on by Beruut actually lifting her arm to examine the burns.  Though she watched as the Salarian, she didn't see the syringe until the doctor pushed it into her arm with the little sting of the needle.  It made her jump a bit.<span style="color: sienna">“Ow, fuck,  no needles, I hate needles.”</span><br/><br/>Of course she couldn't argue when the next syringe came with the doctor's grip holding her arm.<span style="color: sienna">“No wait!  Ow, fuck.  Damn needle crazy doctor!”</span>was all she could say or do in argument.  Well, that and growl a little bit at the Salarion.<br/><br/>Even with her complaints though, Kala knew better than the argue with the doctor on going to the infirmary.  Didn't stop her from grumbling and glaring at the doctor.  But she froze when she heard the Captain address her by name.  A small smile broke through the scowl for just a moment.<span style="color: sienna">“Thank you, sir.”</span>was all she replied before following Beruut like an obedient patient, at least until she saw another needle.<br/><br/>Once in the elevator, she spoke up again.<span style="color: sienna">“So I guess that means I am safe from being executed then?”</span>she asked the doctor before looking down at where her arm war burnt.  And the charred remains of her personal omnitool that were still attached around her lower arm.<span style="color: sienna">“I won't be able to do what I just did again.  That omnitool was special, I built it myself.”</span>]  she grumbled reaching to touch it, but hisses when touching the burns hurt and forced her to jerk her fingers away.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Darion Listened to the directions over the radio from Cantenelli, following them to the letter, but keeping the jogging and keeping pace with Ashana as she moved.  They reached the second elevator that Firas was idrected to use just a short moment after the Turian himself got there.  As they rode the elevator down, Darion ejected the spent thermal magazine from his rifle and inserted a new one.  Then just waited.<br/><br/><br/>They reached the floor the assassin had gone to, and got outside in time to see the target climbing into a skycar.<span style="color: seagreen">“NO!”</span>Yelled as he took aim and fired off a couple shots.  They did nothing as the skycar took off into the air.<span style="color: seagreen">“Fuck...”</span><br/><br/>Darion turned as Firas spoke, following his attention, Darion looked over at the car with the Asari climbing into it.<span style="color: seagreen">“Got it.”</span>Darion followed, running to the vehicle as well.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Sorry about this Ma'am, but we need the car.”</span>Darion said the the passenger, taking her by the arm, and the cloths as her back and pulling her out of the car as well.   Though he was trying to be a little more gentle that Firas.  He did not hesitate to climb into the vehicle, but once in he did look over and study the man standing at the landing pad that the assassin had used.  A Turian was standing there with a blade in hand.  Why had he let the assassin by so quickly.  A Turian with a blade was not an easy thing to get past.  Odd.<br/><br/>But he couldn't dwell on that for very long as Firas hit the throttle, pushing them all back into the seats of the car, and his rifle into his chest.  With that, Darion turned his head in the seat to check on Ashana, to make sure the g-forces were not doing any more damage to her.  It was impossible to miss the sight of her torn dress and very generous look of leg, and half look at what was hidden under the fabric... she wasn't wearing anything underneath.  That in itself gave him a pause for just a moment to enjoy the look before he forced him to look away after ensuring she was okay.  Instead he faced forward and began looking for the assassin's car.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“That Turian on the pad... he had his knife in his hand... like he was ready to fight I think... but if the assassin had fought him, it would have been enough pause for us to get there in time...  the turian didn't look like he had fought anyone...  Firas, Any ideas?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>