<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/IMbuIHO.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/>Bobbing and weaving through cover worked well enough; when the biotic blast lashed out like a fan towards Iraya's targets, the cement pillars took the brunt of the force and broke it up like boulders on a beach. Had Samantha been standing on her own two legs she would have been knocked over hard enough to have bruised her tailbone. But when you were clutched in the arm of a friendly krogan motivated in keeping her in one piece, it was just presented as a tingling, unpleasant pressure that quickly melted away. Sam seemed to breathe a little easier, even if she was still trying to worm her way out of Drack's bruising grip. "Thanks, big guy! But you're bruising the shit out of my ribs... set me down?"<br/><br/>The asari commando had been distracted, so when Jarv fired back a few of his rounds punctured through her shields and dropped them to zero. He would have been the target of her next shockwave had it not been for the conveniently inconvenient ship that seemed to drop right out of the sky and into port with uncanny grace. She did not, however, take the words of caution that rumbled across her omnitool to heart. "Fuck you!" Was her rebuttal. The mercenary was mad before, but say one thing about Iraya; say she didn't know when to call it quits. Her hot temper boiled over at the suggestion of surrender. As she put her hands up it was to throw everything her biotic abilities had into sending the powerful wave towards the Spectre and his crew standing there on the open ramp.<br/><br/>The others... weren't so far gone. There was no cry of unity filling the asari's ears behind her, no rapid-fire of twin assault rifles guarding her back. The others were reasonably cowed and turning on their heels to flee, and it was Iraya who was the only one foolish enough to attack a Spectre and his heavily armored friends.<br/><br/>Even the civilians were cowed at the sight, keeping even lower as if they were afraid that the sky itself would start to fall apart. Luus had one of the best views from his position, and the smoking remains of a dead human at his feet.<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> GM Note</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Hunting Season: Iraya is not going to be reasonable. Her mercs are going to try to make the slip and a few will be trying to blend into the crowd as if they haven't had any part of this whatsoever.</div></div></div>