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2185 CE, 11:20 hours

Medical Ward, Normandy SR-2

Osun System, Mass Relay

2 months, 6 days after First Contact...

Shepard wasted no time in beginning the meeting, as soon as he stepped into the room, he motioned EDI to dim the lights and begin feeding their new recruit's vitae. They learnt more of the planet they'll be entering, background info, any hazards that may occur. Questions were flung back and forth in relations to the mission.

A Krogan, Warlord Okeer to be exact apparently, he's no ordinary Krogan since Cerberus wants to recruit him, this means the team was gonna have to be extra careful, a loose 7 foot tall monstrosity rampaging the Normandy would not end well for Commander Shepard. They would be be dropping in hard through the atmos via dropship, land as close as possible and get to Okeer. The plan sounded solid enough.

A War Pigs fireteam led by Second Sergeant Sevchenko Gallardi would be their support team, their C-14s were considered Heavy Machine Guns. Close enough.

Franklin was gonna sit this one out, 'Let the others have a go,' says he. Miranda and Nijax Swash, who voiced his wants to go on another operation once again, Shepard approved and both would be deployed with the Commander. "Commander, what's our ROE?" asked the Cerberus affliated woman as she slapped a thermal clip into her Tempest SMG.

"We're not here to cause trouble, we're here for a simple extracting mission, pack light but just be prepared for a fight and only return fire if fired upon. Right, arm up, and meet me in the Hangar for dustoff in 10!"

The team said their acknowledgements and headed off. Jack had no mood to fight for she was still engaged in reading through her files..

The Ghost Operative was in the Armoury, bagging some grenades when Shepard came from behind him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, immediately the Ghost whirled around, alarmed, a mask of rage on his face. Yet the Commander was unfazed at all,

"Hey, I'm just here to talk before we're off. I know of your origins, those things done to you by your government, it's harsh, unethical and something no child should go through. I don't see you as a weapon, you're a normal person just like me, the crew, and those guns-for-hire, and I need you to follow my orders. Look, what I'm saying is, I need a teammate who can feedback to this team well, that lone wolf stuff has to go. You get me?"

The Ghost looked down for a short duration before looking back in the Commander's eyes, and Shepard swore he saw Swash's irises dilute into a shade of green before switching back to blue. "Understood, Commander." he sneered venomously before brushing rudely past him.

John could only sigh and shake his head.

As Commander Shepard grabbed his M-8 Avenger from his locker, he pinged Joker over the comms to pilot the Normandy through the relay to the Korlus system. Not a minute later, the intercom spat and scratched.

"All hands, this is your Captain speaking, FTL jump in 2 minutes. Once again, thank you for flying with Air-Cerberus."

2185 CE, 17:27 hours

Normandy SR-2

Korlus System, Mass Relay

2 months, 7 days after First Contact...

Sevchenko did a last minute check on his equipment, as did the other team members.

As their ship dropped out of the Mass Relay, The other Pigs scrambled over to the port and starboard window panes to catch a glimpse of their designated planet. Korlus was a ball of dust, and radiation. most of the life forms that came before had shrivelled up and died during the Krogan Rebellions.

Sevchenko immediately barked an order.

"War Pigs, quit fucking around, head down to the hangar bays and RV with Commander Shepard, Imlay you got AT? good, Samuels how's the BOSUN? Good! Diamond, Impaler on Rock-And-Roll? Outstanding. Now get moving Pigs!"

Sevchenko clammed the visor down and the HUD came to life, he brought up the squad's loadout just in case some asshole brought more or less than they were supposed to. No need to repeat what happened aboard Purgatory, where the Pigs were bone dry on ammo.

2nd SGT- Sevchenko Gallardi = Mario
- x 2 MkII V-21 Flashbang
- x 2 MkIII F-8 Smoke Grenade
- x 3 MkIV HE Fragmentation Grenade
- x 6 Cordex Model Magazine
- X 1 AGR-14 Assault Rifle
-Cat-3 Marines Light On Their Feet-

CPL- Imlay Jacintho = Snowball
- x 2 MkII V-21 Flashbang
- x 2 MkIII F-8 Smoke Grenade
- x 3 MkIV HE Fragmentation Grenade
- x 6 R-22 Model Magazine
- x 1 C-14 Impaler Gauss Rifle
- x 2 shoulder-mounted 110mm Heat-Seeking Rocket Launcher
-Cat-3 Marines Light On Their Feet-

CPL- Samuel L. Ackerson= Bullet
- x 2 MkII V-21 Flashbang
- x 2 MkIII F-8 Smoke Grenade
- x 3 MkIV HE Fragmentation Grenade
- x 7 BRF-3 Model Magazine
- x 1 BOSUN F-92 Long Rifle
- Cat-3 Marines Light On Their Feet

PFC - Peter D. Polanski = Diamond
- x 2 MkII V-21 Flashbang
- x 2 MkIII F-8 Smoke Grenade
- x 3 MkIV HE Fragmentation Grenade
- x 6 R-22 Model Magazine
- x 1 C-14 Impaler Gauss Rifle
- Cat-3 Marines Light On Their Feet

Well, everything checks out fine, so Sev headed to the hangar, passing through Cerberus crewmen who had to hug the wall just so they won't get hit brutally shoved by the enormous power armor he wore. Commander Shepard and his team was already there by the Dropship when Sev and his boys arrived, they boarded the dropship and had a last minute briefing as the pilot initaited flight diagnostics before he was clear to take off.

"Alright Team, Eyes up!" barked their Commander/Employer.

All eyes snapped to him, except Samuels who lit a cigarette, snapped his visor down so he wouldn't get caught smoking, all done in 3 seconds.

Garrus banged his right hand onto Samuel's Shoulder plate. "Did you just-"

However he could not finish as a Holographic Display lit up, covering a full section of the dropship's bulkhead.

Shepard's Omni-Tool sprang to life as he began pointing out information crucial to the objective.

(Okeer. Who he is. What he does. Where will he be. Blue Suns. ROE. Investigations are second priority. Prisoners to be kept at minmal amount. Last minute Ammo check. Status Green. Both Teams dropping same location hard on dirt in 5 minutes.)

"L-Z looks clear, I'm bringing her down!"

Chimed the pilot, not a moment later, the entire dropship jerked suddenly which was a sign to the Commander, 'It's Go Time!'

2185 CE, 17:57 hours

Korlus, Imir System,

2 months, 7 days after First Contact...

As Shepard's team advanced further into the unknown, Sev's team hang back to cover the rear, it was a damn easy job, you just need good eyesight and a cigarette and a big ass gun. Samuels kept complaining in SQUADCOM that his targeting systems and thermal-imaging feature in his HUD was going haywire, and it wasn't just him in fact the other War Pigs had the same problem.

There's something about this planet that does not agree with other-worldly equipment. Sev cursed inwardly and prayed this mission would be over.

In the mean time, he might as well give Shepard a heads up.

"Commander, be advised, our equipment is being fucked by this planet, something here does not agree with our kit. Our comms are good, but targetting systems and HUD are going haywire. Expect us to lack in combat effectiveness." muttered Sev.

"Acknowledged, Bravo-2. Do what you can, just have our asses covered." replied the Commander without so much as stealing a glance behind.

"Ten-Four."

A dropship suddenly came into view, no doubt carrying a squad of Blue Suns, "Cover!" cried Miranda and everyone melted into whatever shelter they could find. The dropship sped past, nothing out of the ordinary coming into view, the pilot steered the bird towards its designated drop-off point.

"Dammit that was close, Swash, you're on recon! Bravo Team you're now on point, Miranda, nice job spotting that fast mover." commended Shepard with a sigh of relief while the Pigs groaned that they were now leading the team.

After almost an hour of trekking, the team worn out by then, chanced upon some abandoned structures and what appears to be a small Blue Suns outpost manned by 4 troopers. One appears to be injured and tending to himself at a further distance than the others while the remaining 3 were on guard. There was a small Machine Gun nest as well which makes matters worse.

Shepard wanted to send the War Pigs onto the MG nest but was met with disagreement, "Hell no, our suits can tank your Mass-Accelerated shit but not against a fucking canon!" whined Peter. So, now Shepard had to wait for Swash to clear them out. When he got in position, the Ghost did not snipe, instead he used psionics and turned them against each other, much to Shepard and Miranda's horror. The Pigs barely flinched for they had seen the Ghost's handiwork dozens of time.

The first Guard went rigid while the other 2 continued their business, without warning he opened fire on the two and attempted to cut them down, the first one was perforated, his kinetic barrier failing to hold against the Revenant LMG he was holding.

Tthe second one ducked to cover and tried to talk him out of it, but the minute he popped his head out, a fist sized object smacked the Suns trooper on the head. Before the poor bastard even realised what it was, his world turned white as the Frag grenade detonated.

The mind-controlled Blue Suns trooper then slid his pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger, splattering warm crimson blood all over the damn walls and adding to the macabre that just unfolded before everyone's eyes.

"Holy shit..." muttered Shepard, trying hard to keep his cool.

'He turned them against one another...That's impressive and freaky, Illusive Man is definitely gonna be interested in him, I won't be surprised if he's begun experimenting with Biotics to unlock psychic abilities' Thought Miranda wide-eyed at the carnage and the prowess of the Psychic assasin.