Encounters //Anderson &Zayden

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Urdnot Grunt "Hah! Cowards!" Another blast from the Claymore and another Cerberus trooper was blown backwards with a red mist erupting from the ruin of his chest. The remaining troopers turned tail and fled. This was the second patrol that had had the misfortune to try engaging Aralahk Company in the Traverse. Grunt holstered his shotgun across his back and turned to face his men. They had suffered no more than a few measly burns and were largely in the process of physically congratulating each other on another victory. The Krogans came from several different clans; Urdnot, Nakmor, Jorgal. There was even a pair of Gatatogs. In Aralahk all were equal, and even more so under the command of Chief Wrex. Urdnot had brought honor and glory back to the Krogan way of life, and with Grunt leading the best warriors that Tuchanka had to offer, they were a force to be reckoned with. He thought it was odd that they kept running into Cerberus troops but it didn't concern him. They were weak, if not weaker than when Shepard had decided to work with them. They hardly afforded anyone a good fight. No, Aralahk Company was traveling through the Traverse to find a far greater enemy. A scouting party had gone missing within the past month and all the signs pointed to the resurgence of that ancient evil. The Rachni. Wrex has expressed some reservations about this, explaining to Grunt that three years, he and the Commander had come across a queen and let it go free. Grunt thought that was a good idea, because it gave him a chance to fight the Krogan's real and original foe. Grunt! We got a shuttle inbound! Following the sound of Nakmor Terg's voice, Grunt spotted a small silver and blue vehicle winging its way down in their general direction. Reinforcements? But no, the color scheme was wrong. It landed and the Krogan in the company looked at him expectantly. Inhaling a large whiff of exhaust fuel, he started towards the shuttle, "Makes me hungry. Stay sharp men, just because its marked Alliance doesn't mean it is." His weapon was redrawn and he eyed it carefully as the door began to open. If whoever came out was looking for a fight, then they had certainly found one. "Show yourself!" tagged; Anderson/Zayden. words; 371. notes; First rp here TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

Tagged : Zayden and Grunt | Words : 718 | Notes : I was pretty happy with this.

”Admiral! We have visual on the krogan signatures we were picking up! Orders?”

Hearing the call from the opposite side of the shuttle, where he was working to correct the settings on his weapon, Anderson wasted no time in stepping his way over to the technician at the shuttle’s computers, the eyes under his cap staring intently at the screen and the group of krogan trudging around a veritable stack of Cerberus bodies. ”They’re too organized to be everyday mercenaries,” Anderson commented aloud, as much for his own benefit as for the benefit of the technician, ”and no vorcha. Not Blood Pack. But this does answer our question about their relationship to Cerberus.” The admiral wracked his brain, wondering what business any group of krogan would have in the Traverse, much less one so organized. Urdnot Wrex was changing the pecking order of the krogan, Anderson had heard, but Anderson couldn’t imagine that the Urdnot and their allies would be especially concerned about Cerberus with their own planet under Reaper siege. Anderson was left with a question in his mind, and after a few more seconds of studying the krogan wiping out the last of the Cerberus forces – a task that was Anderson’s entire reason for coming to the Traverse – he rapped his hand loudly against the wall leading to the cockpit. ”Land the shuttle near the krogan!”

Anderson well knew he could be wasting time, but if these krogan were targeting Cerberus or had some specific intel about their whereabouts, he felt that the stop would be worth their time. If not, he again put himself a few minutes late for his return to earth. A sickened feeling washed through Anderson’s stomach, with his mind betraying him again to thoughts of the Reapers touching down in Vancouver, and to the images from London. He hoped his sense of misery at being away from the fight didn’t reflect in his expression or his voice as he stepped back to the men and women accompanying the shuttle. ”We’re touching down, but keep weapons concealed unless threatened. We don’t need an incident with the krogan as all we have to show for our trip to the Traverse. In fact, I don’t want all of you piling out of the shuttle to spook them.” He let his eyes skim over the faces in the back. Most were the troops Anderson had managed to gather from stragglers from Hackett’s fleet and the troops that the Citadel could spare. None he knew well enough by now to have developed anything beyond a basic respect for them as dedicated Alliance troops, though a few had proven worthy allies thusfar. ”Evans, Tyrell, Stanton. All of you with me. The rest of you hover on the comm – we may need you.” Anderson prayed that they didn’t. They’d be dead at the hands of a group of krogan with shotguns before they could even reach their earpieces.

Anderson felt the shuttle slowly set down and pushed said earpiece into place as it did so. With one check on the pistol at his belt and a shift of the assault rifle in his hands, he glanced at the three he’d asked for and turned his eyes from the dark shuttle interior to the light streaming in from the opening door, until it was wide enough for him to step through. He inched his way out, looking poised as he eyed the group of krogan with his gun lowered but remembering his previous encounters with krogan who wanted him dead. One never really got over the sense of intimidation that krogan provided, especially ones with their weapons drawn. Anderson took only one step towards them, allowing the other three to emerge from the shuttle behind him, before he cocked his head and spoke aloud. ”I’m Admiral David Anderson of the Systems Alliance military, and these are my men,” Anderson told them, drawing what little knowledge he had on krogan to know they’d value his worth as military above all else. Or they should, assuming they weren’t mercenaries. ”I’m glad to see that both of us have the same feelings on Cerberus.” He inclined his head towards the bodies. ”We were hoping we could ask you a few questions about Cerberus activity in the area.”