Desmond Tyler watched Darion skid on the ground near him, and delivered a swift kick to the human's helmet. Stupid fuckers, he thought, smirking beneath his helmet.<br/><br/>Firas and Sorv stood immobile. Firas had his eyes closed, he had seen the rocket fire, known he had no where to go, no shields. He was dead, he had accepted. But as he opened his eyes, and look down at himself everything was as it was. He glanced at Sorv, the Quarian returning his surprise. After a moment, reality settled back upon them, and the two looked at Desmond striding casually past, toward the airlock. They fired.<br/><br/>The eruption of ammunition caught the slaver by suprise. His shields flared wildly, alarms sounding almost immediately as the full unbridled fury of the Revenant and Tempest came down upon him. Firas yelled angrily, the heavy machine gun kicking wildly in the crook of his arm. He couldn't aim, but at that distance, it didn't even matter.<br/><br/>Desmond flinched waved his arm, an instinct protect himself. His shields popped and suddenly he felt the world heave and rise a dozen biting pinches spread across his body. He hit the ground, hard, his armor broken and cracked. He tried to move, to get up and return fire but his arm wasn't moving his legs were sluggish.<i>Fucking come on!</i>He tried in vain to move. He coughed, wheezed, blood spattered across the inside of his visor. He looked past it at his arm and saw his Mattock several feet away, his hand was missing fingers, his forearm plate twisted and buckled.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">Fuck you...</span>He wheezed out,<span style="color: red">Fuck you - Aaargh!</span>He yelled as the pain set in and he felt the bites turn into bullet holes, ripped flesh and punctured organs.<span style="color: red">You fucking miserable...</span>He coughed, more blood spattered on his visor.<br/><br/>Ashana lay on the ground, tentatively turning her head to look. The world was spinning, but among the dancing ghost images she saw the armored figure on the ground, Firas and Sorv approaching, standing over him, weapons aimed. She lay down, gingerly stretching her limbs as she rolled onto her back and moaned in pain.<br/><br/>Shira'Va watched from the far end of the corridor, still fighting for breath.<br/><br/>Sorv turned from the fallen slaver once he was certain that he posed no threat. He grabbed Darion and helped him up, then crouched over Milenya, popping on his omni-tool and running a bio-scan.<span style="color: darkorange">Well, you're not dead.</span>He told her, astutely.<br/><br/>Firas, lowered the Revenant, watching Desmond squirm on the ground, cursing and wheezing.<span style="color: blue">Next time... we bring medi-gel. I don't think this slaver trash has got much time left.</span>He looked at Darion.<span style="color: blue">Take as long as you like.</span><br/><br/>Firas shouldered his weapon and grabbed Ashana with his one good arm, heaving her back up to her feet. He checked to make sure she could stand. She gave a short nod, though her equilibrium was still not entirely stable.<span style="color: blue">Kala... Come on, let's get that suit on our Quarian.</span>He nodded to her. He motioned for Sorv to bring Milenya and they headed into the security corridor to help Shira into her suit and reassess, leaving Darion with Desmond.<br/><br/>Firas looked at Kala.<span style="color: blue">I heard something about a bomb over the comm. What was that about?</span>He leaned against the wall while Ashana slumped to the floor once she'd found a suitable spot. Sorv helped Milenya down then went about putting the enviromoent suit on Shira-Va.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>