Ekrom noted the movement to the side, after one of his merc's shot hit near the top. It seemed someone had gotten closer to the airlock than any of the other C-sec operatives. The others were stuck behind the suppresive fire of two more of his men, arriving in response to the heavy squad of officers. Pretty soon Sicar's standing condition was going to be more of a hindrance than just a minor inconvenience. Didn't C-sec realize they were outclassed? Adding more firepower to the situation just meant that more would be sent in retaliation! Ekrom had just blasted through the last firewall and was using a brute-force software program to plug in the access codes to the locks. The hard part was over, now he just had to hold out against the cops.
"Clear a path!" he shouted to his subordinates, who quickly yielded to their now glowing boss. His barrier ability had soaked up a many number of bullets, which would force Ekrom to reactivate the biotic armor. Perhaps there was another way, he thought. He threw out an arm, a long and powerful string of biotic force blasting away, but not killing, the C-sec task force. They were bashed against surrounding walls, not leaving a mark on the white walls, but more than likely knocked unconscious. Sicari was lucky Ekrom didn't just shoot her and take the contract on himself. It would make this entire expedition all the easier, not having red tape on a wetwork contract! "Who does she think is?" Ekrom wondered aloud, barely above a murmur and unable to be heard over the biotic detonations.
She'd be reminded that it was only Ekrom's quick actions and decisions that had allowed her such quick departure. Who the hell cared about the Citadel and her officers? Ekrom shook his head at his thoughts, not wanting them to allow his focus to wander. He'd given her free reign of decisions involving the squad while on the ground, but Ekrom would have to talk to her privately. Sicari needed to be reminded that he was a mercenary leader first and an accomplice second. And that orders could only go as far as the paycheck... She had another thing coming if she thought that her words were absolute.
Even as he waited for the program to finish its work, Ekrom drew his pistol. He quickly went over the last few moments in his perfect memory, realizing that he'd been right about the movement on their flank. His waking dreams refocused until Ekrom could easily see that a Turian had snuck from the recently shot cargo box, back around a wall not too far away. A beep brought his eyes back to the present, and the screen showing him green lights. Punching in a couple of commands, his nerves settled as the magnetic clamps released and raised away from Shadow Sword's wings.
Aaron watched in disbelief as the drell wiped out almost all of his companions with a single gesture. Could it be possible for them to be knocked out so easily? For just an instant, he was about to run to his companions and aid them, but he eventually realized what were the alien's real intentions. "Not on my watch" whispered between himself, drawing himself closer to him. Analyzing carefully the distance between him an the mercenary, Aaron pulled the sums of what do do. Well, there wasn't much actually: the passageway was quite open, without any decent cover from which he could get a clear shot. Sneaking up on him was definitely insane, and many other plans were either impracticable or deadly. Then, he simply tired of sitting idly.
Without much noise, he exited from his cover, standing in a straight line towards him. If madness was required to stop the ship from departing, then he might as well go with the worst option of all. He remembered fairly well his high-school years from Earth: especially the rugby PE sessions. Now that would have been funny. He smirked, nervously glancing both the fallen officers and his target. Firstly hopping back and forth on his flexible feet, he touched the ground with his left hand. The screen suddently emitted a green glow.
Now! He fixed his gaze upon him, determination filling his eyes, and then sprinted towards the drell. "Eat this, Northampton Saints!"
The heavy slap of the Turian that had been hiding made itself apparent rather quickly. With not much time to react, Ekrom did the only thing logical, activating his Charge and coming up behind the stranger as he blew past where he'd been moments before. Who the hell was this asshole with the hero complex?! Gritting his teeth, he spun on his heel, throwing his arm high and wide, bringing it down with his impressive augmented strength. The butt of his heavy pistol cracked down sickeningly on the Turian's head, in the hollow where plates met scales. The male Turian's body was like water, just falling as he fell into unconsciousness. "Valkyr! Get this bilge-rat on the ship!" Ekrom shouted to his own merc, the Turian that Jason had been antogonizing earlier. Glad to be rid of the human, he holstered his rifle and lifted his kin onto a shoulder. The krogan had become a barrier protected meat shield for the two as the Turian merc struggled into the airlock.
"Boss! We gotta go!" the krogan roared, noting the trio of C-sec fighters taking positions around the ship. Ekrom's nasal slits flared in frustration.
"Goddamn these interfering assholes!" Ekrom growled, before turning to Lysia and Jason. "You two, on the ship! We're clear to take off and time is of the essence!" Firing up his omnitool, he issued clipped and brisque commands to Urg. "Forget the goddamn cannon!" Urg's face twisted in anger and disappointment and he opened his mouth to argue. "I know what I said, fine, stay there, but only aim at the engine thrusters! We want them crippled, not dead. At least, this time." Urg settled into a satisfied smile. "Get Valkyr to start up the ship and get her moving, I'll take over piloting once I'm on board!"
He grabbed at Jason, noting that his shots unnerringly always hit just shy of the police. "This human is soft and not just because of his hide!" Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the back of Jason's armor and pulled him, then shoved him towards the airlock. Letting off another shockwave, leaving the officers suspended in the air, Ekrom turned to Lysia. "Thanks for the support, but you need to get on, now!" Ekrom didn't want to overstep his bounds with the asari woman, Lysia, however. Her stance said she was a professional, one of those mind-flayers they called commandos. Not one to be trifled with.