[color=dodgerblue]"Haze here. I got compromised. I'm setting off an explosive distraction in the vehicle yard. All teams, use it to your advantage."[/color] It all happened so fast, as situations like this were wont to do. Iosif winced as one of the trucks exploded in a glow of sudden, bright light - before recoiling yet again as a loose piece of shrapnel from the blast skimmed off his suit's kinetic shielding. [i]Would be nice to have an advance warning in future,[/i] he noted.

[color=cyan]"For fuck's sake, Haze, more than five bloody seconds next time!"[/color]

Tanya's clear, unmistakable voice barked at them over the comms seemed to indicate that she shared his sentiment - though they had bigger problems now. Peeking out from his prone position, he lined up the optic of his M-8 within a few feet of one of the guards and opened up with a burst of fire in conjunction with Tanya's movements, aiming to give her a little covering fire as she made her way to the technical that hadn't yet been trashed. Once he'd seen her make it, he let up - though he had little other choice when relativistic grain-sized metal projectiles were shooting overhead and all around him.

[color=cyan]"Iosef, your call on this one. Either we turn the remaining technical into a siege ram like our original plan, or we can commandeer it and make use of the gun."[/color] He only just made out her voice over the comms, yet his response was practically drowned out by another close-call that grazed his shield and made it ripple with a numbing, resonant buzz, forcing him to stick his head back down again, instead of moving like he'd hoped to. [color=cyan]"If one of you guys can distract those bastards, I can get suppressive fire downrange. I'm pinned."[/color] From here, Iosif could've had a shot on the four-eyed bastards but every time he tried to peek out from behind cover for more for a split-second, he felt more relativistic shots whizzing past his head, far too close for comfort - it seemed one of the bastards had seen him and knew exactly what they were doing.

Luckily, the two alliance vets found their salvation in another; [color=yellow]"He seems fine. I'll get you a distraction though. Make the most of it, yeah?"[/color]

This time, when he took another chance and peeked out from behind cover, he bore witness to the bright, blue biotic glow that subsequently reduced one of the pirates to a cloud of red mist, then another, then watched as she formed some kind of whip and proceeded to deliver a painful lesson on why biotics weren't just for show. In the chaos that ensued as she drew their concentrated fire, Iosif seized the opportunity, pulled himself from the dirt and pressed on to another point of cover whilst others remained awe-struck, firing in short bursts in an effort to keep the enemy's optics down rather than sighted in on him. He was closer to the truck now, and could spot Tanya still in cover behind it, conveniently positioned just below the mounted machine-gun turret when a snap idea quickly came to mind.

[color=SteelBlue]"Tanya, take the MG, got an idea!"[/color] Iosif blurted at her over the comms, keeping it short and simple. A faint glow erupted from his forearm as his Omni-Tool came to life, before his gaze fixated on the driver's access point on the technical. He leaned out from behind cover, followed it up with another burst, then made a frantic, desperate sprint for the driver's seat and all-but dived into the technical, only for a lucky shot to punch through a gap in his shields at the last minute and graze his thigh. [color=SteelBlue]"Blyad..."[/color] That one fucking [i]hurt,[/i] but the adrenaline kept him going - he hissed and grit his teeth through the pain as a quick application of medi-gel kicked in, before his Omni-Tool glowed once more as a favourite app of his got to work on jumpstarting the engine.