Darion jumped out of the crawler as soon as it stopped.  A light grunt as his feet met the mossy ground.<span style="color: Green">“We are down.  Enroute to overwatch position.”</span>Darion reported as soon as he and Sorv began moving into position.  He had moved to get all his gear ready and operational.  This included stripping a mid-range scope from another rifle to attach to his mattock, as well as calibrate it.  On his pack around his waist he had brought a full armament of stun grenades as well as a pair of hellfire grenades.  He had made space by not bringing any more than a half a brick of the high explosive.<br/><br/>At the top of the hill darion went down prone as the hill crested to give them a view of the slaver encampment.  They were just outside of the comm jamming shield.  From his position he activated the magnification of his Helmet, and got a very detailed view of all the heavy activity around the base.  Complete opposite of what they had been expecting.  Especially the active Mako.<span style="color: Green">“Shit…”</span>was all darion said in response to sorv, especially when he saw the crawler close to the landing pad, and the Mako’s cannon leveled at them.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“No idea… this is not good… and we can’t abort now…  not good at all… god-damnit!”</span>Darion said watching as the crawler stopped on the landing pad and Firas started talking to the guards.  Instead he tried radioing up to the ship while his omni-tool activated with a touch.<span style="color: Green">“Captain.  Do you read me?”</span>he called into his comms, fairly sure they were outside the comm blanket.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“Sir I am sending my armor camera feed of the last few minutes up to you.  It looks like the base is active and on high alert… as if a show of force and expecting someone… but their reactions show it wasn’t us they were expecting.  Are there any other ships in orbit sir?”</span>he reported as he watched the progress bar of his upload to their ship.  Still watching for if he and sorv needed to start shooting… though from this distance it would be sorv and his rifle shooting, darion acting as a spotter.<br/><br/>As soon as the infiltration team was out of sight though, darion removed the magnification on his visor before tapping sorv’s shoulder and motioning for them to move back away from the hill.<span style="color: Green">“Attacking the front entrance is not going to be possible anytime soon.  And there is no guarantee that the base will stand down guard by the time Ashana and her team take down security.  Lets move to the secondary attack point.  The back entrance.  We will have a better chance there.”</span>Darion said over the coms so the captain could hear as he crawled back away from sight of the base.  He was making the decision based on what he could see.  It would be a very bad day if they tried attacking the front.  No matter how much he wanted to blow some shit up with a Mako.<br/><br/>…………………………………<br/><br/>Ashana’s words had done two things for the girl.  One make the human girl make a very rude hand gesture to the asari and curse at her a moment.  The unsympathetic and cold tone definitely deserved the rude words and gestures.  The second, making her fear amp up even more.<br/><br/>That fear held out constantly as they dropped, and every second they got closer, it just got worse.  The only thing that was good about that was that it would make it easy to fool these bastards that she was an unwilling girl in this position.  She really was.  Though when they brought the bindings out, Kala couldn’t help but hesitate at seeing them.  She really did not want those things on her wrists.  Not at all.  But in the end, after seeing both Ashana and Shira get their wrists bound, she sighed to calm herself.  It didn’t stop her from tensing up as she felt them sealed around her wrists.<br/><br/>After that, anything she tried to do to calm down just didn’t work at all.  Proof she hated being bound like this.  But at least she could still listen to what was going on… and none of what she heard was making her feel any better.  That was still true when they actually dismounted the crawler, and she got a full look outside… and froze as soon as her feet met the ground.  It gave her a chance to look around and see the dozens of guards.  This was not how it was supposed to be.<span style="color: Sienna">“Fuck…”</span>she muttered before one of the two who were playing the slavers.<br/><br/>Kala stumbled a bit before glaring back, and doing what she could to play along, said back to them.<span style="color: Sienna">“Fuck you.”</span>Of course that was before she got pushed again into following along with the others into the building.<br/><br/>As soon as they were in the building, she followed along with the others until they were lined up.  The low growl that she gave every time someone got close was what she used to hide her fear.  What she did best, to hide her fear with anger and aggression.  That ended though when her eyes fell on the woman chained to the couch… that sight alone made her hands clench in a bit of anger, but a large amount of fear.  She was picturing something going wrong and her ending up in the position.  A mantra of ‘shit, shit, shit’ was running though her head constantly.  It was taking all she had to not to allow the fear to take over.<br/><br/>Of course that didn’t last long as the order to strip them came.  When the guard ripped her helmet off all her hip long black hair fell loose around her head, her bangs hanging over her face.  After she had woken up, the others had suggested that she not brush her hair.  Keep her bedhead look.  It at least made the slave look seem legit.  Of course it gave them a weapon against her.  When she struggled against their rough treatment, yelling.<span style="color: Sienna">“Don’t touch me you fucking cunts!  Fuck…”</span>they interrupted her by grabbing her hair near her head and pulling hard down.  Ripping her head back with gritted teeth.  It hurt enough for tears to start to form in her eyes.  It got her to stop moving, though they were even more rough when ripping the rest of her EVA suit from her naturally tanned skin.<br/><br/>The rest of her body, other than the muscle that came from working around the cores, engines, and all other internal components of ships, she had at best average assets, though like Shira, as soon as her breasts hit the open air, her nipples hardened in response to the cold.  Thankfully she didn’t get as much attention as Ashana.<br/><br/>As soon as their boss was in front of Kala for inspection, they released her hair so she could look forward.  Just in time for him to grab her chin.  It made her glare strait at Desmond, glaring with the tears starting to run down her face from the pain of her hair being pulled, a couple strands having been pulled out.  In her glare was the desire to kill this bastard, but mostly was the fear in her eyes.  She just glared at the man, staying silent completely, though a bit relieved when he didn’t grope her like he had been doing the others.<br/><br/>Once he moved on through and the guard moved to finish stripping her, Kala didn’t protest much more.  She didn’t want to lose any more hair, and she saw the pistols pressed against the heads of the others.  Didn’t stop the deep blush as she was exposed completely and recuffed.  Past that, Kala didn’t get much of a change to look around for fear of getting herself a pistol in the head, but she did turn her eyes enough to watch Shira’s mask taken off, and her first look at the woman’s face.  She only wished right now that she had gotten to see what that face looked like under better circumstances.  She really wished she wasn’t in this position.  Though when she watched Desmond put his pistol up to Shira’s head, Kala had a sharp intake of breath as she watched out of the corner of her eyes.<br/><br/>Again Kala was silent after that until they were all completely naked and the boss was looking them over, at his words about her, she cursed.<span style="color: Sienna">“Fuck you cocksucker… Hey!”</span>She cursed before jerking when his hands groped and went where they shouldn’t go, between her legs.  Thankfully he left again… she wanted some cloths back now though.<br/><br/>Kala didn’t see the look that she was getting from Milenya admiring them, but was glad that Ashana kept most attention off her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>