As things spun out of control, in the room, Kala knew she may have definitely made a mistake.  Not that she had much of a chance to see the slavers reacting as she ran for the console.  She was so focused on that that she didn’t see the Batarian coming in to tackle her until it was too late.  Her hand reaching for the panel to turn off the lights, reduce their chances of being seen when the damn slaver hit her back and sent her tumbling into the wall… sent them both tumbling.  And into a wall, roughly.<br/><br/>At least it wasn’t hard enough to daze her as she rebounded onto where the slaver had fallen in his tackle.   It took her a moment to recover enough to push herself up to start getting some punches in at the batarian while sitting on him.  She pulled her fists back as far as she could before each swing.  Panicking a little bit.  She actually yelled out when one of the other slavers, the one that had been raping Ashana by the fact she could feel his dick against her as he grabbed her and puller her off the Batarian.<br/><br/>Then she really started to panic when him, and the batarian actually pinned her to the ground.<span style="color: Sienna">“Get off me you mother fuckin’ assholes!”</span>she yelled as she struggled against the Batarian at her feet and the Human ontop of her holding her arms pinned.  Mechanic or not, these bastards were still out of her weight class, she hadn’t been able to break their grip on her own.  She really had acted too soon… not being able to play along any more.  And she had ruined it… but if they all got injected, would they be able to fight back at all?<br/><br/>That worry ended though when suddenly the human was tackled off her chest by Ashana, the dark colored skin unmistakable.  Didn’t stop the Bartarian though, Thus Kala Kept kicking at him even with his hands on her bare legs.  She was not going to stop fighting.  Thankfully Ashana came back again to attack the Batarian.  Giving Kala a breather for a moment.  It took her that moment of freedom to remember what her goal was… and that got her moving again.  Quickly towards the console on the wall near the door.  She quickly moved to it and her original goal.  The lights went off in the room as she pressed the controls.  Making it so the only light was from the large window, and it would be much harder to see what was going on.<br/><br/>After that she looked back into the shadows where she could see the others struggling with the slavers.  Moving, she went over to the batarian to retrieve his shotgun from his back.   She used it as a blunt instrument to bash the bastard again in the back of the head… multiple times.  Her attention went next to Shira and the slaver she was dealing with.  Not thinking, she moved over as well before leveling the weapon at his head, around where he was struggling with the quarion.<span style="color: Sienna">“Give her the gun.” </span>She said simply.<br/><br/>……………………………<br/><br/>Even Darion couldn’t miss the rough approach of the transport ships… and the gunships.<span style="color: Green"><i> ‘Shit’ </i></span>was his biggest thought as he saw the gunships flanking the transport.  They hadn’t brought anything to deal with those.  No anti-air rockets, or anything.  Seeing them all, he pressed himself against the building as much as he could.  To be as un-noticeable as he could.  He watched as they moved over the building towards the landing pad on the other side.<br/><br/>Didn’t change his plan much, still had to wait until the infiltration team got their work done, but… even he couldn’t miss the guard at much more attention.  He would have to move fast as soon as they gave their word.  Of course he couldn’t hear or communicate with sorv now that he was under the comm jammer.  He just hoped the Quarion would know what to do.  He wasn’t sure he could come up with a better plan at the moment.<span style="color: Green">“Come on girls.  The clock is ticking…” </span>he muttered to himself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>