<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>North of LZ<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Violence!<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Team Turian Tongue<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>'Not so bad.' He should have fucking known better.<br/><br/>The batarians' fight ended, but instead of a time for peace talks they got...this.<em>These</em>. And they were out for blood.<br/><br/>And so was the not-so-dead krogan.<br/><br/>"New plan: all has gone to shit," he called as he moved to take cover near the mid-sized, rocky formation nearest him. It wasn't the best, but it did soak up the flurry of pistol shots from a batarian who saw fit to flee their direction and reacted poorly to spotting a bunch of strangers ahead. "Kill or die," he finally finished, the plan now in full effect.<br/><br/>In the next moment, Luus was bathed in blue energy, alive and shifting as it coalesced with an increasing, overwhelming pressure. Then, he flew forward, rocketed by pure biotic fury and slamming headfirst into the batarian that had taken to shooting at his team. The male flew back, slung with much of the force that had been delivered from Luus's thick helmet straight to his chest cavity. Then, for good measure, Luus unholstered his modified Phaeston and filled the crumpled man with a slew of new, blazing holes courtesy of his incendiary rounds.<br/><br/>He was out in the open now, nearer to his enemies, but that was where vanguards thrived. His target's friend, the one recovering from kicked-in-nuts syndrome, turned to aim his weapon, but Luus closed in first, knocking the barrel away with the rail of his own rifle. Then he released his venom blade. The mechanics hissed as the blade propelled forth, and with a wild slash, he punctured the batarian's suit and sent him reeling back, a fresh gash weakening his leg.<br/><br/>He was ready for action. Ready to take the batarian as a hostage as he gathered more biotic energy for another powerful charge. This time he wanted to take on that krogan captain.<br/><br/>Then he heard a klixen skittering towards them, and his plans began to change.<br/><br/>But it was too late.<br/><br/>The moment he grabbed the batarian, readying to throw him at the beast as a distraction, the sounds of gunfire rang out from the krogan's position, followed by the wild screech of the dying klixen. Then came a raucous blast that filled his ears and blew both him and the batarian several yards away.<br/><br/>He couldn't place how long he spent writhing on the ground, disoriented, barrier shattered, bloodied ears filled with a high pitched ring, and heavy armor slowly melted into by the klixen's burning blood and entrails.<br/><br/>Of course the krogan knew that klixen blew up when they died.<br/><br/>Of course he'd use that against him.<br/><br/>Of course he wouldn't give a shit about his supposed allies getting hurt in the blast.<br/><br/>it was all so obvious now.