<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/5KOJfN1.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Red team’s shuttle slowed for decent, but only after Rue took it around the perimeter to give the rest of the team a sky-high view of what they would be working with. Jackiro was intending to sweep the area, after all, and this way they could get a clearer picture of the terrain within the hazy atmosphere. No signs of Bloodpack or klixen, as limited as their visual range was, but neither did anything show up on their radar. Just the remainder of their party, the stolen shuttle, the massive corpse of the harvester, and a giant hole in the ground. Jay and Luus both were working as a synchronized team below, pulling the unconscious Kandok out and laying him down on the ground again. He was awfully still for a krogan.<br/><br/>The doors flew open the very moment they landed; the quarian didn’t even turn the engines off, in case they had need of a quick getaway.<br/><br/>Maxine hadn’t left her post at the borrowed shuttle, still armed with her favorite rifle, still guarding the batarian who showed signs of waking. She had the foresight to put a bag over his head to cover his four eyes and gave the rope-work of Luus’ netting a thorough check just to be safe. But she also had an overwhelming urge to crack the butt of her rifle across its face, just to ensure the damn bastard stayed down. She didn’t want any more distractions and didn’t enjoy playing guard duty. Even if she understood the rationale and clear thinking behind the arrangement.<br/><br/>As Red team began to leave their shuttle the armory chief called out to the others on open comms. “Red team is on the ground. The calvary’s calvary has arrived.”<br/><br/>Samantha’s voice followed next with relief and further instruction.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“Drack, get Kandok onto the shuttle. Don’t… toss him over your shoulder, drag him if you have to.”</span>Other than the lethargic slur of her words, she was leaving no room for debate. Kandok weighed in at nearly a thousand pounds, and she didn’t have any way of checking on the biotics of the others. Namir, for instance, was weaving on his feet, past the point of exhaustion but pushing through it despite everything. She didn’t doubt his implant was burning hot in his head. She just hoped he would have enough in reserve to get back to the shuttles.