Darion growled out, pissed when all he head was the grenade exploding, but no yells of pain from the Batarians as he should have.  That showed that he had thrown way too short to be effective.  It pulled a curse from him as their fire began to focus on him for a moment.  He couldn’t do more than blind fire a bit at them.  He would not dare poke his head out of his cover.  This was fucked as soon as his throw missed.  That is what he was certain was true.<br/><br/>Thus Darion had no idea what Sorv was doing when he ran over after activating a tech armor mod.<span style="color: green">“What are you doing.”</span>Darion cursed a bit before the Quarion grabbed one of the grenades from his hip and then ran off.  Afterwards, Darion didn’t think about it too much.  Just doing what he could to provide some cover as Sorv as he moved away.  He had no idea what the quarion was planning, but he would do what he could to support him.  Blind firing around his cover in the direction of the batarians.<br/><br/>He had no clue if it did any good, but it must have done something as ,while he listened, he heard the grenade explosion.  Darion glanced out of cover to see Sorv take out two of the Batarians himself.  As Sorv retreated Darion popped out from cover to take some shots at the batarians, covering his retreat.  As soon as the last four came around the cover and started shooting back, Darion fell back behind cover.<span style="color: green">“Ok, that worked better than my throw.  I wished I had that tech armor.”</span>Too bad that was only a one shot play.  He could think of no way to do that again.  Not with only a flashbang left.<br/><br/>…………………………<br/><br/>Kala needed no prompting to move as soon as Shira ordered it.  Kala watched the quarion run first to cover them.  As soon as the yell came, She herself dashed out, and didn’t stop until she reached the door.  And not only because that was as far as she could run, but because she had to take a few heavy breaths while her run continued.  Her lungs immediately began to burn along with her own eyes at the horrid atmosphere.  It burnt all the way into her lungs and caused her to cough heavily.  At least until the others got to her and put the mask on her face, where she held it for a moment to recover from the bad air of this planet.<br/><br/>Before the mask was taken away Kala took a deep breath to hold before she began to work on her own.  Finding and pulling the panel loos she reached in where she knelt and began working on the physical mechanisms to the airlock.  Finding a work around for the Master key the bastard had used.  She was so focused on it that she didn’t notice Firas Approach.  She had no time to pay attention.  Only pulling her attention away when the mask was put on her face so she could take a few quick gulps of fresh air.<br/><br/>She even forced herself to pay no attention to Shira’s labored breathing.  The only way she could help was to get the door open.  When it suddenly opened, not by anything she did, Kala jumped back.  She had had one of the wrong things in her hand and had gotten a sharp shock.  A complete surprise.  Though it turned into a happy look when she saw that it wasn’t another slaver, but Milenya.  She didn’t need to be asked.  Quickly she grabbed Shira to help drag her behind the airlock.<br/><br/>Kala only looked back when the door began to close again and Firas ran back out.  Leaving them alone.  Not that she could care about that when she heard the wheezing.  Her eyes immediately fell on the alien, immediately seeing her skin tone change.  It could not be good.<span style="color: sienna">“Shira?!”</span>she said, worriedly before she reached out, moving over to help support the other girl.  The purple skin tone could not be healthy at all.<span style="color: sienna">“What can we do to help?”</span>she asked, before looking at the others, especially Milenya.<span style="color: sienna">“Do you know where they took her suit?”</span><br/><br/>All that panic though increased when she heard what the Captain said.  Kala visibly paled, even with her tanned skin.<span style="color: sienna">“Are you fucking kidding me captain?  A Nuke?!  SHIT!”</span>she cursed as she put her arm around Shira, trying to help her with what was happening to her.<span style="color: sienna">“To answer your question Ashana, a nuke is a nuclear fission bomb.  We need to find it now!  Fuck!”</span><br/><br/>…………………………………………<br/><br/>Darion watched Firas approach, and move to Sorv.  Darion nodded to him before the turian looked at him and asked that question.<span style="color: green">“I’m fine.  Just got stabbed in the gut by one of the batarian cunts.”</span>He answered before popping up to give a quick single shot at the batarians before falling back down to reload with his last thermal clip.  He didn’t announce it at all.<br/><br/>He didn’t notice the batarian sneaking up on them until Firas engaged him.  And at that point, he was out of Darion’s line of fire.  The human let Sorv go to deal with it.  He reacted before the human did.  He stayed where he was especially when he heard the commotion coming from where the Batarians were.  Instead, Darion pulled back into the cover and waited.  Pulling the last flashbang from his belt.<br/><br/>He was glad that he did as the Batarians advanced.  Just as they advance into his line of fire, Darion released his grenade right into the middle of them before closing his eyes.  As soon as it exploded, he opened his eyes again and let loose with his mattock.  Firing as fast as he could pull the trigger, always taking careful aim.  Moving form one to the next as they went down.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>