Darion just groaned a little from the round.  His ears and head ringing still from the explosion that had rocked him from behind.  He didn’t see it when it was coming, but he felt the kick through his helmet, but the armor did it’s job.  He felt the hit, and it jarred him a bit, but it didn’t cause much damage other than probably a dent.  Especially since, as soon as he felt the hit, he rolled with it. On the floor.  He immediately began pushing himself up, and was shaking his head.  Trying to shake off the shell-shock.<br/><br/>The sound of gunfire actually brought him out of the stun… though not by much.  A little after the gunfire stopped, Darion felt his arm move as he was pulled to his feet.<span style="color: green">“Thanks.  Fucker moved faster than he should have been able to in that armor.”</span>He grumbled as she shook his head a few more times to recover.<br/><br/>When his vision cleared he looked at the swiss cheese slaver as he growled, and bled at them.  He was a little disappointed he hadn’t been able to put him on the ground himself, but he was far more pleased to see the bastard down.<span style="color: green">"Yeah, get to the others and help them.  I’ll finish the bastard off.”</span>He growled as he reached down to pick up his knife before moving toward the slaver while sheathing it and drawing his pistol from his thigh.  Reaching down he pulled the slaver’s armor helmet off.  With that gone he pulled the slaver over and propped him on a wall before kneeling in front of the old man and aimed the pistol at the old man’s head.<br/><br/>After a moment Darion pulled his own helmet off.<span style="color: green">“Wow, such an ugly bastard got away for framing me for one of his crimes for this long.  I am impressed.  Too bad for you that you didn’t get away any longer.  Shame I didn’t get to put you in this position myself.  Not complaining though.  I get to pull the trigger to ensure you pay for all these slaves, and all the people whose lives you have ruined or ended.  “</span>he said, only giving a moment for the Slaver to say anything before he pulled his pistol’s trigger.  Not letting the slaver finish before he sprayed the man’s brains all over the wall, he only closed his eyes when he felt a light back spray of blood hit his face.  After he spoke, the end was rather un-ceremoniously like a murder.<br/><br/>Once Desmond was dead, Darion stood up and returned the pistol it’s maglock.  That was followed by him moving over to the first asari on the ground, Ashana.  Then he glanced at Milenya as well while Sorv helped her.<span style="color: green">“Mission complete ladies.  Need some help to your feet Ashana?”</span><br/><br/>………………………<br/><br/>Kala watched as the fight ended with Sorv and Firas basically gunning the slaver down She winced as she saw it.  But after everything she had seen on this base… There was no sympathy in her heard for the man.  She had seen all those people lined up before most were gunned down.  She had no idea if any of the slaves were still alive, but she clearly remembered everything.  Plus the moron had kept a fucking nuke that had bathed her in radiation.<br/><br/>As soon as Firas came over, she just nodded in reply and followed off to the far area where Shira-va laid on the ground.  She saw Shira’s condition and immediately started undoing the suit and slipping the Quarian’s body into the suit.  She remembered watching how to take it off, so she just did the opposite.  She didn’t take her attention away from the woman as she heard what Firas said.  Continuing to work as she answered.<span style="color: sienna">“Yeah, a 5 megaton thermonuclear warhead.  From around the time of the First Contact War.  It is disabled though.  I dealt with it… of course I want to get to the ship as fast as possible… I was kind of bathed in radiation as I pulled the fusion rods out before it could arm.”</span><br/><br/>As she answered she had her hands all over Shira.  Running then over the quarian’s skin as she forced her body into the suit.  After she answered Firas she focused on Shira.<span style="color: sienna">“Hang on, almost got you in the suit.”</span>She said as she worked around Shira’s ass, pushing the flesh into the suit before closing the latches as she went, ensuring seals.  Soon she got the breasts.  Those large, jealousy inducing mounds.  She ignored them as best as possible as she forced them into the suit and forced it closed.  Probably not perfect.  But her worry was getting the woman into the suit.<br/><br/>Finally she got close to the end as she pulled the last bit over Shira’s head and closed it before moving the mask over Shira’s face, and closing the seals.  Hopefully she was fast enough.  Kala was still trying to ignore the fact that she was in her birthday suit.<span style="color: sienna">“Come on Shira.  Please tell me I got here in time with this thing.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>