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Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

"If I didn't think quickly, you'd be splattered across the room right now, smart-ass." Sienn retorted angrily.

Sienn probably had more years of training and combat experience than this Salarian had been alive, and he was insulting her ability to do her job? This Salarian was acting like an amateur, and Sienn was surprised he hadn't gotten himself killed at some point in the past. It made her realize she had no idea who exactly she was working with right now and what they were capable of. She only had herself to rely on for now, and she'd have to keep her eyes on the others.

"Do yourself a favor and don't be an idiot next time. You just might last long enough to die of old age in a year or two."

She turned back to covering the entrance, silently fuming and partially wishing she had shot Jek, just to teach him a lesson.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Sienn sent rapid and accurate Mattock fire into the backs of the hostiles from her cover behind the bar as they all turned and ran. In seconds, the last were either on the ground dead or dying, or had managed to miraculously make it outside, most likely only to be shot dead by the seemingly friendly snipers nearby, Sienn guessed. The asari shook her head in disappointment at the enemies' stupidity as she ejected her spent thermal clip and slid back across the bar towards Roman and the thers. The morons hadn’t even attempted to break contact, they had just run without any form covering fire.

She finished reloading and raised her rifle, covering the door and mass of wounded and dead black-armored soldiers and attempting to keep security. She almost shot the seemingly careless salarian that walked in, but stopped herself mid-trigger pull.

“Fuck.” Sienn muttered to herself, shooting him an angry glare.

"Could anyone entering the bar please identify themselves before I accidently waste you? Thanks." She said politely to the other mercenaries over comms.

She emphasized the point by firing her rifle into a prone hostile that didn't seem sufficiently dead enough yet.

Operation Harvest Red

Still looking for more players.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Finally back from vacation. I'm not sure if I will get a post up today. I just was in a car for around 23 hours and need to take a long rest.

Operation Harvest Red

Just got back from vacation. If people are still down, so am I.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Just a heads up, I'm currently on vacation and only have limited internet access. I might not be able to post much (if at all) over the next week. Really sorry guys but I'll do what I can.

Operation Harvest Red

Just a heads up, I'm going to be going on vacation for the next week. If it takes me a some time to reply to messages, that's probably why.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Sienn let her drink drop to the ground as she leapt from her seat. The room around her seemed to slow to a crawl as her adrenaline kicked in and her mind and body raced to react to the attack. Around her, the other mercenaries appeared to move in slow motion as they readied their own weapons and dove for cover. Sienn didn’t bother going for her handgun, she would be too heavily outgunned. Instead, she pulled the rifle from her back with one hand and snatched a fragmentation grenade from her belt with the other. She sidearmed the grenade towards the hostiles and leveled her rifle.

The Mattock kicked against her shoulder as she pulled the trigger, and while she was firing the weapon as fast as she could, an eternity seemed to pass between each gunshot as the weapon cycled. She was used to the heavy recoil, and at this close range it made little difference to her, her shots hitting their intended target with deadly accuracy, overloading his kinetic barriers and punching through his armored chest. Her grenade detonated, sending shrapnel flying indiscriminately among the enemies and anyone around them.

Suddenly,time seemed to speed up again in a burst of motion. The armored man she had shot quickly collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut. Gunfire roared around her, tables were being overturned, people were running and some were screaming.

She swivelled and made a dash for the nearest effective cover, the bar. The asari was fast, but far from fast enough to avoid being shot. Enemy gunfire slammed against her armor's kinetic barriers, and she hoped the shield would last long enough for her to reach cover.

Operation Harvest Red

If I'm not wrong, squad leaders were Junior Sergeants or Sergeants. Of course, I'm assuming this is following the command structure of most ex-Soviet (Or in this case, Russian) states.

@Skythikon

That is correct. Although, if the previous squad leader had been killed/incapacitated, a senior rifleman (likely a corporal) could assume the role.

Operation Harvest Red

Definitely. Would be glad to have you Sky.