1x1 with Benathorn

[R0be0]

“Felix Talibus you sure know how to make a girl feel special.” Styles rolled her eyes sarcastically when he commented about the candles. “And with those rugged... err- scars. Hell, I’m sure someone out there is into that kind of thing. It’s a wonder you don’t have fangirls lining up to get your autograph. ‘Mr. Talibus notorious killer and lover of holographic candles’.” She tapped her three fingers against her arms as she observed his change in attire. It would seem that he had found some Turian armor, maybe it had once belonged to him; she didn’t really care regardless, as long as he could fight and wear something that could deflect some bullets. She envied the fact that he could wear heavier and safer armor, but that was something that adepts couldn’t do. Plus she figured that if she did have to wear something like that she’d be bogged down in it all, and would be out of breath within the first couple of steps. Biotics weren’t known for their brute strength.

When he continued to go on about her change in attitude she smirked; “it was getting a bit drafty with the airlocks having to be kept open; so unfortunately until it heats up no more tossing secret agents out into space.” As he continued her face narrowed, so he was planning to just drop her and Jarrid off; not that she wasn’t surprised, she had already taken favor from the Turian, and had no place to ask for more. “What? Getting sick of me already? Or is it the impending doom that’s following me that’s making you decide just to leave us behind.” Even though her voice was lighthearted there were some serious thoughts running amuck through her mind. What was she going to do now? Where would she be left off? How long would it take for Cerberus to be able to catch onto her and Jarrid? These were all serious questions that could affect her life; and after surviving for fifty thousand years (forty nine thousand and something of those being spent being asleep) she wanted to live some more. Plus she had the duty to fight against the Reapers like the rest of her people did. She wasn’t going to be killed by some primitive group who seemed damned intent of taking her and doing only god knows what with her.

As the Turian pushed past her she followed behind him, still thinking about what was going to happen to her now. Could she afford to be left on her own? No, she knew that she would just be prey waiting to be eaten if she did that. But if she didn’t have Felix and his ship she wasn’t sure what else she would be able to do. There would have to be someone out there who would be willing to help a runaway Prothean and Krogan. But whether or not she would be able to find this person or persons before Cerberus caught up to her was the real question. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe that Cerberus didn’t have the equipment or peoples needed to be able to bring her down. Hell, if Felix hadn’t been there on Omega she was sure that she would have been killed there. Oh man, she didn’t want to think about that... The fact that this Turian was her only chance at surviving was something that made her feel bleak and hopeless. But that was just it wasn’t it? No matter what she did nothing would be working out anytime soon, in fact the only thing that would happen would be for things to get worse... Great...

Styles followed behind Felix as he made his way out into the cockpit. She looked at Jarrid who seemed quite comfortable in his place, deciding that the Krogan deserved to know what was going to happen, she snorted. “Mr. Talibus is going to leave us to rot, did you know that Jarrid?” She shouted very loudly to make sure that the Krogan heard her, as well as Felix. With that she watched as the Krogan punched in a button or two and then slowly got up, spinning his chair around and walking towards the two of them with a menacing glare in his face. “You don’t want to just left to die do you?” She said, crossing her arms again as she looked at the other two aliens, wondering what would happen. As expected Jarrid didn’t take kindly to the idea that the Turian was going to leave them behind, and rammed the smaller alien into a wall of the ship, arm at his neck.

“What? You’re just going to leave, that it?” He growled in his deep and strong voice, making even Styles scared, and she wasn’t the one that he was threatening. “Listen here you’re not going to get any ideas into that pointy head of yours, you’re stuck with us, whether you like it or not.” She watched as the Krogan pressed harder on his arm which was pushing Felix into the wall. “You Turians thinking that you can just do whatever it is that you please.” Styles almost felt like stepping it before the Krogan snapped Felix’s neck, though decided that it would be more beneficial if the Turian got an idea of what was going to happen if he left. She had no problems with using violence as a resolve, as it had always worked for her in the past. But it wasn’t like she would have had time to do anything anyways, as that was when a large alarm came roaring from the ship.

She watched as Jarrid hurriedly made his way back to the helm of the ship, in which lights seemed to be flashing. “Dammit!” He roared, “Brace yourselves!” He called, as he frantically began to push buttons. That was when everything started to spin, and her gut felt like it was up in her throat somewhere; and that was when it came to her what was going on... They were crashing. There was nothing that Jarrid could have done, the spacecraft was plummeting towards the unknown planet too fast for anything to be done. Luckily Styles had managed to black out before they crashed, as it would have been something that would have left her even more scarred for the rest of her life...

[Benathorn]

Ｆｅｌｉｘ Ｔａｌｉｂｕｓ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- In Space II

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Felix was charting a course through the galaxy map when a loud sarcastic voice sounded behind him. Styles seemed none too happy about being dropped off someplace, but honestly, she was lucky he had even bothered to help them in the first place. He rolled his eyes as she proclaimed that he was going to leave them to rot, "Come on Styles, quit acting like a pup. I'm not just going to throw you guys out-" Felix had to have seen this one coming, yet was still not prepared for the abrupt blow as he was thrown against the ship's wall. It took a moment to realize what was happening while the air was knocked out of him and the Krogan Jarrid pinned him in a death hold. The Krogan leered closely to his face, making the Turian growl in return as Jarrid commanded that he was to stay with the two. "Heh- Like hell I am..." He chocked roughly with a grimacing smile. One eye clenched shut in an effort to breath, Felix flickered his green gaze over to Prothean with a hard glare. "What? Been asleep for too long that you got to get a Krogan to fight for you? Heh ha- I thought you were better then that Styles..." The dark Turian always had a habit of being a bad jokester when confronted with death, now was no different, but he had expected this at least a little bit later. You would think the two would have the brains to wait to take the ship for when they were actually docked someplace.

A small click sounded beside him as his talons held an explosive, readying the detonation so as to take them all down. "This isn't the first time I've fought your kind Krogan, though I will admit, I actually thought of you as a true warrior." His mandibles flared in a thin smile to reveal the grenade at his side with one talon hovering just centimeters from the button. "But you forget. Turians are trained from birth to die and take down their enemies with them...I was going to just drop you two off at a station without a fight but- well, if this is the way I have to go then so be it..." His voice grew dark at the end of his sentence, he would have liked to have lived long enough to see his sister once more. To take her away from that a-hole Gavitch and kill the Turian for what he had done to his family.

Felix had no chance in a one-on-one fight with a krogan, he knew that, but he could sure as hell take these guys down with him. 'Funny though, I did not get as suspicious of them turning on me like I would someone else coming from Omega.' Felix opened both his eyes now to stare Jarrid straight in the face, he would die like a true soldier of the legion and could at least honor the Krogan's death as well by making sure the last thing he saw was him. 'What a way to go. But, I heard getting spaced is the most peaceful. The air being sucked from you body in seconds while the vacuum crushes every bone instantly. A quick death...but a regrettable one to say the least.' He thought darkly to himself as he pushed down his thumb to spark the explosive when he was suddenly released from the Krogan's iron grip. Fresh air immediately filled his lungs as he pulled out his assault rifle out of instinct. He began to aim it at Styles when he abruptly heard the Krogan that they were going to crash. "What?! Cra-" His voice was cut off as his whole body was thrown forward violently. Alarms and flashes of light exploded in his vision while the ship threatened to break in whatever planet's atmosphere they were coming into. The fight completely forgotten, Felix tried to get a hold of his flailing form as he watched their ship push through the atmosphere, a large expanse of trees and earth below quickly emerging to meet them. They had no choice but to brace for impact and the moment they were about to plummet into the ground Felix shut his eyes tight. 'Not yet, I can't go like this. Just let me live long enough to see Sarinnia again- please. Then I will gladly greet hell...' His silent regrets echoed in his mind while his world went black....

The smell of smoke and fumes filled his senses while Felix slowly came to. For a few moments he could see his father's bloodied form laying there on the desk. The back of his had had been blown open in a cowardly assassination, the once great Primach and father, now gone. Hundreds of faces peered down at him, his hands and feet laid bound in chains while he was confronted by the leading Primarchs of Palaven.

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"You are to banished from Palaven, your markings removed, and your name stricken from your clan's records."

"No!" Felix yelled in horror at what was happening. He stood before a court of all the Primarchs of Palaven as they laid judgement on him for the death of his father. "I was framed! Can't you see that? It was that low varren licking worthless piece of scum Gavitch who murdered him, not me!" The Turian he accused stood nearby and simply sneered at his good name being dirtied so. "Now Felix, we have been over this. You have been quite mentally unstable since your return from Cerberus. We understand the torture they put you through so it is only natural that such events would occur. Now of course I am not blaming you, I'm sure you just thought it was another one of those Reaper things you keep going on and on about." Gavitch cooed to him as if he were a child. Felix could feel his blood boil- never had he felt such an urge to kill as he did for Gavitch. "That's not true! You know d*mn well I would never murder the Primarch. I am trying to warn you all about the Reapers- you have to believe me-" Felix was cut off as one of the Primarchs held up a talon for him to be silent. "Felix...we do not wish to persecute you so but the evidence is undeniable. We have no choice but to incarcerate you, however, your sister has pleaded for your case and Gavicth has agreed not to press any charges against you."

"No! He is playing you all for a fool! He's just using her and getting rid of me in the process. Are you all too blind to see it? Gavtich was next in line to become Primarch after my father and you are all taking his side in this!?" Felix no longer cared about protocol or the correct manner in which he was supposed to address such a high council. He was being persecuted over something he did not do and after everything he had done over the past two years amounted to this?! He would never killed his father! Especially since he and his little sister Sarinnia were all he had left of his family. Two of the guards grabbed him from behind and forced him down on his knees. "We will not tell you this again. Felix Talibus, from this day forward you are no longer allowed to see your home planet again." Rough hands jerked his head back as searing water was poured over him and he jolted from the intense pain. "Your tribe's markings are to be removed." A few hard quick scrubs and he could feel the red paint slowly melt away as they forced the markings off of his face. All the while in the back of his mind he tried to comprehend it all and how it had come to this. "You are lucky we do not throw you in jail on death row for this. But because of your families past and all they have done for Palaven, you are to be shipped off planet on the first shuttle. What you do with yourself is no longer a concern to your people. From now on you are bare-faced, my your ancestors forgive you for your dishonor unto them."

'No! No! Please...no...no...no...no...no...'
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"No...no...ugh!" Felix's eyes shot open as he was forced awake form the past memories. Immediately he began to stand, only to fall back down quickly due to the searing pain. 'What the hell just happened?!' His mind did its best to recall what had transpired moments before, the scene around him soon giving realization. "The ship...we crashed, but where?" This time he took getting up much slowly then before, careful not to add to any injuries he may have sustained from the crash. Then he noted a form only a few feet away from him as his brow plates forwarded in anger, he recalled what had transpired before the ship started going crazy on them. Carefully Felix took each step like a varren on the hunt, grateful that his weapons had stayed locked on to his suit, while he pulled out the assault rifle from before. Styles laid unmoving with eyes closed while Felix examined the body for any signs of life. His sensitive hearing could detect the faintest of heartbeats still pumping through the aliens chest, making him clench his mandibles in hate, 'So you were going to get your Krogan buddy to force me to obey your desires?' Felix aimed the rifle at the aliens head, ready to pull the trigger as he stared down with a cold demeanor, 'Well Styles, your kind may have enslaved the races 50,000 years ago, but not anymore. You can't just simply get others to do what you want by force...' He slowly began to pull the trigger, a point blank shot to the head would end her quickly without any pain...yet he hesitated. 'D*mmit Felix! Take the shot! They were going to force you to work for them weather you liked it or not. All that matters in this world is Sarinnia, and your going to let this strange alien that calls herself Prothean to get in the way of everything?! Shoot her before she gets back up and shoots you instead!' Though Felix's instincts told him to kill, he finally gave up as he lowered his weapon. "Your lucky you helped me back on Omega...now were even..." He growled softly under his breath, repaying the times she had saved him from bullet fire when they were on that transit ride from hell.

Turning away from the unconscious form, Felix walked over to the burning wreckage. He briefly held a flutter of concern for Jarrid, but after remembering what the Krogan had tried to do on the ship, that emotion was soon easily forgotten as he pushed aside some of the ships melted exterior. He needed to make sure the ships data maps were still intact in the cockpit and it did not take long to see the disheveled heap of scrap metal had nearly been decimated in the crash. The Turian noted that the cockpit where Jarrid had been was eerily empty, but he decided not to dwell on what could have happened, opening his omni-tool to download the data he needed to get a read on this God forsaken planet they had been stranded on. Though at least he could confirm that the air was breathable and the earth able to sustain life. What with the thick amount of trees they had crashed into in the landing. Felix's omni-tool soon flickered to life, but the readings on their whereabouts were being scrambled by something interfering with the data waves. "D*mmit what is it now..." He cursed under his breath as his gut began to tell him that this planet was not as deserted as it first appeared to be. He gripped his assault rifle in preparation as he looked about him, sharp Turian eyes scanning the area in case anything made a jump on them. "This is just great. First I nearly get killed by a Krogan and a back stabbing Prothean. Now I'm stuck with them on an uncharted planet...well, could be worse I suppose." He mused to himself while he kept his senses sharp, not daring to take his eyes off the clearing as he stood guard near the burning ship, deciding on his next course of action.

[R0be0]

( OMG this roleplay. It's getting so epic. <3 )

The only thing that could be seen was the unsettling mist of fog which saturated the air. Styles was running, equipped in some of the best gear that her family could afford, trying to frantically get everyone out into the escape pods. It had been a routine mission around one of the last worlds that remained within Prothean government. More importantly it was supposed to bring her mother – Azalea with whatever information she had on some project to some of the scientists there. Suddenly Styles started to panic even more so. Where was her mother?! She hadn’t seen her leave in one of the pods; had she managed to slip by without Style noticing? It seemed unlikely. She then turned to Advar, who was ushering aliens into the pods. “Where is my mother? Has she boarded already?” Styles demanded, her voice filled to the rim with haste.

It took Advar a moment to realize that she was speaking to him, and when he finally turned to her he shook his head. “No, she has”- That was enough for Styles, as she quickly turned to go and brave the burning vessel she was in. It had been hit by a Reaper; one of the ones which had been feared would attack this world next. Suddenly she felt a hand grab her arm. “It’s too late!” Advar cried, “We have to go!” But she just shook his hand away from her arm, and marched off into the smoke, in high pursuit of finding her mother. She began to make her way through the ship as best as she could, only being knocked down when one of the walls exploded from a blast from the Reaper vanguard. Cursing she got back to her feet and continued to search; calling out for her mother while holding her pistol in an inseparable grip. She was feeling scared, a strange sensation for the renegade Prothean, and a feeling that she hated. It seemed like forever until she stumbled across the engine room in which she could see her mother punching data into a computer.

“Mother!” She screeched, charging forward in attempts to drag her mother away from the computer. “We have to go!” There was nothing but panic lining in the alien’s voice, but she did not care. At a time like this she was more concerned about her loved ones, than them knowing that she was scared. “The data can”-

“No!” Azalea swatted her daughter away. “What is being transferred from this computer must make it through! It’s so much bigger than my life Styles! It’s the fate of our people! The fate of the galaxy!” At the moment though the fate of the galaxy seemed to pale in comparison to her mother’s welfare. “Advar please take Styles away from here.” She hadn’t even noticed Advar come up from behind, and it wasn’t until he grabbed her around the middle starting to pull her away was she aware he’d been there. Styles frantically tried and escape, screaming out for her mother as if she was just a mere child. Had she been closer she would have heard her mother murmur; “I love you darling; I know you’re going to do great things.” And that was the last Styles ever saw her mother...

Styles’ four eyes opened with panicked shock. With a grunt she pushed herself up; feeling like her entire body had been ripped apart. Looking down at her hands she saw that her last finger on her left had been ripped off entirely. Also she could feel the pain in her chest which let her know that at least a couple of her ribs had been smashed. With a groan she got to her feet, her vision blurry and her head feeling like rocks. She had to squint her eyes for her to be able to see clearly and to make the pain get as eased as it could be. She was a soldier after all, and soldiers were able to endure the pain no matter what. Plus it wasn’t like she was in critical condition; some medi-gel and she would be just fine. For now what needed to be done was to make sure that everyone was okay. She could not see Felix or Jarrid anywhere, and that made her feel a bit sick to the gut. Hunched over with her arm at her chest she started to limp her way through the wreck, calling out the names of her two comrades. It was after a minute or so when she heard a long sigh, and noticed the heavy Krogan lying on the ground, one of his legs trapped under one of the beams from the ship.

“Jarrid,” she hissed making her way over to him. “Careful now buddy I’ll get you out of there.” When the Krogan didn’t respond she knew that he was much more gravely injured than she was and he needed to see medical attention. It took some time for her to be able to lift the beam off of him, and the pain that was running through her tripled in intensity. But she supplied the injured Krogan with enough time to crawl out from where he was, and to wearily lean up against one of the crushed walls of the ship, his breathing labored.

“I... – I can’t feel my leg.” His voice was a growl, as one of his hands gripped the crushed leg. Styles made her way over to him, and slung his arm over her shoulders, and helped him hobble along. “Wh-where’s the Turian?” He grunted.
“I don’t”- She was about to say when through a smashed window she saw the third comrade standing outside of the vessel. It took a couple of minutes for her to get Jarrid out of the wreck, and she slowly made her way over to the Turian whilst taking the Krogan with her. He was heavy, but the adrenaline that was pumping through her was making everything feel numb; her pain, and his extra weight.

“His leg,” she got out as she helped the Krogan lie down onto the ground. “It’s crushed.” She said, clearly explaining the obvious. Ignoring her own pain she started to tend to Jarrid, using her last medi-gel to try and help ease the pain. “Do you have any medi-gel left?” She asked urgency in her voice. The cocky smartass Styles gone, now replaced with the soldier.

[Benathorn]

Ｆｅｌｉｘ Ｔａｌｉｂｕｓ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Stranded on an Uncharted Planet II

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Felix heard the sound of metal grating upon metal as he looked back to a now awake Styles helping an injured Jarrid out of the crash. Felix's mandibles clicked with unease, trying to gauge what was wrong with the giant brute when he saw the mangled leg not being used. Krogan's bit through pain like it was nothing, and would stand on broken legs if need be, but the leg had to be completely useless and utterly crushed if this guy wasn't even moving it. Hearing the Prothean's words confirm his evaluation did not make things any better either as she asked if he had any medi-gel that she could use. It would just be a waste, she was deluding herself, or perhaps did not realize yet that the leg would either have to come off or just left there to rot. Either way, this put a serious hamper on their already dire situation. Felix narrowed his eyes to her, still remembering that these were the two who were going to force him to do what they wanted. That, and just before the crash it was the Krogan who had threatened him- now only to be reduced to this. His talons tightened ever so slightly over his assault rifle as he recalled just moments before that he had intended to kill Styles while she was knocked out. The Krogan was now injured, he could easily take them both out with just a quick frag grenade and a few well placed shots...

Reaching down to his belt, Felix grabbed something and chucked it at the Prothean's feet. "Two medi-gel packs. That's all I have left. Use one to patch up the bleeding for your severed finger and the other on him." Felix had once again gone against his better judgement. These two had already shaken his trust in them severely before the crash- yet still he helped them? 'My commanding Legion officer would have laughed at my face for showing such sympathy...' That, and the tone in Styles voice just then as she laid the Krogan down made something in him comply. Sure, it was odd to see the usual sadistic and sarcastic alien with such worry on her features, but he knew that look- the same look he had almost everyday of his life that he woke up. Something from the past was compelling her to worry frantically, he detected the stressed pulse coming from her, the beating moving in rapid concession, indicated she had sustained internal injuries as well. Felix glanced at Jarrid but said nothing, as males there was nothing to say but the simple understanding of what was going to happen. He would let the Krogan deal with that though, after all, he was not the alien's bodyguard and had no want to watch the inevitable. Looking up, the plates on his nose flared as he scented the air, the evening sun of this planet was beginning to set, showing two moon's in the skies above.

"I'm going to try and see if I can get an emergency beacon from the ship's haul. Hopefully it's still working." His voice was deep and solemn, uncharacteristic of his usual joking and care-free personality. Besides, there was little he could do to help Jarrid. He would leave the two alone for now, focusing on getting the beacon seemed like the most sensible option at the moment. Walking slowly away, he rounded the ship till he found an opening in it's side leading to the cargo bay. If he remembered the human models correctly, then there should be a beacon located in the back near the element zero core. Barely able to squeeze through the entrance, Felix pushed through the torn metal to get inside the now dark ship. Live electrical wires sparked and illuminated the darkness from time-to-time, forcing the Turian to equip his suit's helmet and turn on the infrared vision in the visor. His world was illuminated to reveal chaos and disarray in the ships haul, "It's a miracle that we all survived the crash without any casualties..." He spoke to himself as his voice echoed from the helmet. Being careful not to touch any electrical wires, Felix made his way slowly towards the core which was now in shambles. "Now that I think about it, how did we crash in the first place? This ship was running just fine when we left." Granted the cargo ship was as old as sh*t but it was in working order to fly without failing this badly. He decided not to dwell on it for too long, finally finding the latch which held the beacon and opening to find that the thing was broken to pieces. Apparently one of the ship's support frames had pierced straight through the structure, rendering the device useless and officially stranding them here without a way of telling the outside world where they were.

"D*mmit! We are officially screwed! Rraghhh!" He punched the ship's wall as the sound echoed around him along with any chance of them leaving this place. He also had no idea if this planet even had dextro oriented food, thus, bringing up the prospect that he may die from starvation or be poisoned from risking to eat the local food source. The Krogan could probably eat anything but was down with a busted leg, while Styles...hell! He did not even know what her species consumed! 'Why the hell are you even worrying about them in the first place?' A part of his subconscious broke in as he looked up from his fury to respond, "Because, right now you are all stuck here unless you work together. We are forced to need one another in order to get through this...perfect. Just, perfect." He sighed heavily as he placed his head on the metal wall in defeat. 'Now how am I going to get to Palaven? What about Sarinnia? Will I ever see her again?' His thoughts began to wonder as he stood their in silence, finally, after a good twenty minutes alone in the dark, he forced himself back out the way he had came. Darkness was already beginning to fall as his visor told him the temperatures around them were dropping to an even 52 degrees fahrenheit. "Well at least this planet is not one of those rocks that freeze over in a matter of seconds at night." He mumbled the reassurance, though it did little to improve their situation, at least it did eliminate the prospect of freezing to death.

Felix made his way back to where he had left Styles and Jarrid. Giving the Krogan a passing glance to see his condition, "Looks like the emergency beacon is out of the equation." He spoke evenly as his voice echoed out of his helmet. He preferred to keep it on in case his visor detected any unfriendly heat signatures. The embers still burning beside the wreckage was the only thing giving them light now as he crossed his arms. "I would suggest scouting out the area for a bit but-" He gave a tilt of his helmet to where Jarrid laid, "He doesn't look like he will walk anytime soon." He supposed if it came down to it he would scout alone, though that was always a bad idea to do when stranded. Felix had training from his days in the Legion for situations like these, but even training never truly prepared you for the real thing. Plus, he still felt uneasy about how they had crashed in the first place and being stuck here with two aliens whom he did not know would try to attack him like before. The Turian decided to keep his suspicions to himself though for now. No point in adding worry when they were already in deep sh*t as it is. Felix let his gaze scan the area once more, his visor picking up faint traces of heat from whatever creatures inhabited this planet. "Lets hope we don't run across a pack of varren while we are out here." He spoke absently as he prepared himself to trek out in the vegetation alone. One way or another he would have to find an open comm channel with the galaxy maps he was able to download to his omni-tool after the crash. That was now their only option at finding out where they were, and it would also give him a feel for the land in case something bad happened.

[R0be0]

Upon getting the two medi-gel packets Styles was reluctant to use one on herself instead of using them both on Jarrid. However it seemed like the Krogan was waiting for her to patch up her finger before dealing with him. With a grumble of discontent she rubbed the medi-gel on her stub of a finger, and then began to work on her comrade (who didn’t seem all that happy that he was relying on someone else for attendance.) Styles slowly began to reveal her own fear that his leg was not able to be fixed as she started to apply the medi-gel, she could sense that the nerves had been cut off, and that the leg was completely useless; she could probably shoot him in the knee and he wouldn’t even feel the difference. Narrowing her eyes she continued her paled attempt at trying to get him fixed up a bit, as long as she could make the blood clot then maybe it would take the stress of blood-loss from Jarrid. She could feel the weakness that he was enduring because of the blood that was flowing from the various wounds on his leg. Besides she didn’t know how much damage had been done internally. But she wasn’t giving up hope that there wasn’t something that she could do for him; no, she wouldn’t give up.

Styles was oblivious when Felix said that he was going to go look for a beacon, as her main priority was getting Jarrid was patched up as she could. The Krogan’s leg would have to be seen by a doctor for sure, however it seemed like the best thing that could be done would to amputate the limb. Of course Styles knew that, that would be a stupid thing to do now considering that the blood loss from the removal of the limb would kill the alien, not to mention that she wasn’t that cruel enough to put him through the torture of getting it taken off. For now he would just have to put up with dragging it around. Maybe if she had enough time she could fashion him something from the wreck that could work as some kind of cane so that he could walk at least a little. “You’ve got to stay with me Jarrid,” she said when she saw the Krogan starting to close his eyes. The last thing that she needed was for him to fall unconscious and to not wake up. Once she checked his vitals she would determine whether or not she would allow the Krogan to get some rest, if they seemed good enough she would let him get all the sleep that he needed, so his body could try and shake off the shock the best that it was able.

It was growing dark by the time that she was done, and taking out her omni-tool she began to scan him over. He was weak, and his blood pressure was off, but that would not kill him if he took a nap. Nodding her head at Jarrid she heard him sigh, and then close his eyes obviously happy that he could try and avoid the pain that was flushing through his system. It was then that Felix returned with news that the beacon was inoperable. But how were they to get off if they were unable to send a distress signal? Especially on an uncharted planet, they would be left to live out the rest of their (probably short and pathetic) lives here to die of only god knows what. No! She would not allow this to be the way that she died; she would die with honor like her mother, like Advar...

“He won’t be walking,” she agreed with the Turian, weariness in her voice as she sensed that the other alien was off as well. Of course he would be he had been attacked by Jarrid by her order before the attack had happened; it would be a wonder if she ever managed to regain his trust. When he made the comment about the pack of varren she smirked slightly; “and lucky you. You and your ugly ass wouldn’t attract any attention at all. Only us pretty people would be eaten.” She then casted a look at Jarrid and then sighed, “oh man they really would come just at me.” It was a poor use of comedy, but given her condition and the emotions that she was feeling it was unlikely that she would be able to be her old self anytime soon. Strange how she almost missed her sarcastic nature, even though it got a lot of people not to enjoy her company, it was something that she treasured about herself. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Felix start to trek off. She would not allow him to go elsewhere without her, not only would that harm her pride though she also did not know what dangers could be found out there, and one man to go out there alone? It might as well be suicide. So getting up and making sure that her pistol was still on her, she started to limp after him, still sore from the crash, and her chest still killed, but she would make sure that she accompanied her company out there.

“You didn’t think that you were just going to leave without me did you?” Styles murmured her voice crackling in a slight glimpse of sarcasm. “Men, thinking that they can do anything without a woman’s assistance.” She chuckled, walking through the forest environment whilst favouring her left leg. She was sure that she had broken something in her lower right leg, but that was nothing in the big picture. All these wounds would heal, but their chances of escaping wherever they were might not. After a few minutes of silence she finally brought up some conversation. “I haven’t checked yet, but have you detected any life on this planet?” Though soon after she said so she heard a close by bushes rattle, and she gripped the handle of her pistol at her side. “Don’t answer that.” She said with a darkened expression. She could feel something watching them, she could feel it in her gut.

“Whoever is there, come out!”

[Benathorn]

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II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Stranded on an Uncharted Planet II

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Felix turned his black visor to Styles as she made a poor attempt at a bit of comedy. It did little to ease the tension in the air between the three and Felix was glad his face was concealed behind his suit's helmet so she did not see him scowl. Narrowing his eyes as the visor gave the vital readings on the Krogan, it seemed the loss of blood had been enough to cause some damage. His heart rate was slowed enough- but irregular, unable to produce enough blood cells to pass through the arteries to keep the Krogan from passing out soon. Felix could already see Jarrid begin to close his eyes, but this was not his companion, thus, it was not his problem. Styles seemed to worry over him though, an uneasy sight since she had displayed such aggression and lack of care for another's life when he first came across her. The Turian said absolutely nothing, however, giving no insight to his personal thoughts or feelings to the Prothean but a simple tilt of his helmet to show he had heard her previous remark.

He popped his assault's loader to release a heat sink and place a bullet in the chamber. Already the Turian could sense that they were being watched by more than just the native animals that dwell here, but he could not yet guess as to what was watching them with such intent interest... His silence proved that he was attentive and trying to listen for anything that sounded like heavy footsteps while he began to walk away from the wreckage, weather Styles came or not, he went forward into the thick foliage regardless. However, that question was put to rest as he heard her loping gait just behind him, indicating she was still sore from the wreckage but that the medi-gel he had given her was beginning to take effect. He stopped and stood tall, making sure to be attentive, but to wait for the Prothean to catch up as he responded to her question. "I wouldn't dream of it. You seemed busy with your downed body-guard, the two of you made it quite apparent back on the ship that I was not going to leave your company." His voice broke through the comm in his helmet with a bit of sarcasm to it, since it seemed Styles was not going to produce any, he apparently would pick up the slack. "Your just as much an enemy as anything else on this planet. But- I'll work with you...for now." Felix allowed his sentence to end there, Styles would be perfectly capable of understanding that none of them were friends. Simply two opposing forces being forced to work together for survival in a dire situation such as this.

Yet, he would admit, at least he was grateful of her presence which did give him a slight sense of ease. They had both worked rather well in their fight for getting off of Omega, but both aliens seemed to be at odds for control. It seemed Turians and Prothean's had one thing in common- both species were fiercely independent and Felix was at odds on weather or not he could trust her to not stab him in the back while he wasn't looking, though truthfully he did not believe her to be that type. She had already proven that if things did not go her way then she would take what she wanted, 'Well, she will certainly have some fun with me then. I'm a bit notorious for going against others and spoiling plans. Usually I go out for drinks first and maybe a few dates, but hey, jumping strait into the fray is fun too. Females usually tend to like the hard and fast types anyway.' He smirked to himself with his own thoughts, 'I will probably regret not killing her when she was unconscious back there- or maybe it will be a life saver, who knows, one can never really tell with these things.' Inwardly he sighed, as much as he distrust Styles, he also found himself at odds with his conscience. She was a strong able fighter- and right now, they both needed the other to get through this.

The Turian grew silent once more as he stalked slowly through the undergrowth, careful not to make any noise and alert whatever was out there following them. His visor was beginning to pick up multiple thermal readings which were gathering around them, causing the Turian to stop and clench his weapon as he waited for their move. He heard Styles speak behind him, questioning weather he had detected any other life forms on the uncharted planet. Felix raised his rifle to eye level as he got ready to take aim at whatever was surrounding them- allowing that to be his answer to the Prothean as they both tensed, each realizing that they were no longer alone out here. Styles challenged whatever was out there as Felix had already determined that the heat signals were coming from two-legged aliens like them. 'Other survivors perhaps? But there is something off about them...something...animal-like.' He mentally analyzed the situation as his mandibles clenched in preparation. A sudden burst from the bushes soon revealed their stalkers. Felix did not hesitate a second to immediately fire as the man went down in a bloody mess, revealing them to be Batarians that were ragged and deranged. The alien gurgled inaudible cries while he slowly bled to death, only to soon be replaced with another gripping a makeshift blade that looked to be a part of a ship.

Felix clicked on his Havoc suit's thrusters, allowing him to jump back and out of harms way. The sudden influx of jet fire stunned a few of these barbaric individuals, throwing up their arms in fear as if they had never seen such a thing. 'What the hell? They act like animals yet something seems off...' He did not have time to think on such things as their stunned nature soon wore off and they came at both him and Styles in droves. Felix shot the ones he was fighting down easily, none seemed to have any actual arsenal on them and simply attacked out of what appeared to be territorial aggression. 'How long have these Batarians been here? There eyes are wild and they no longer look to be intelligent...' Felix tried to contemplate this as he drew out his suit's omni-blade to slice down one of the attacking Batarians. They seemed to be backing off now, a few more staying to growl without much words, while the others dispersed in groups.

Clearly they had been after them for something. Their hunting tactics reminded him of how a pack of varren worked. Felix soon stopped his assault as he watched the rest leave- none fighting like the Batarians he was used to in space. 'What the hell kind of planet did we land on?' He thought darkly to himself as he turned to see how Styles was faring, "They seemed to be scavengers...but did not recognize a Turian or displayed any usual Batarian battle tactics while in combat with me. I'm beginning to think we weren't the first ones to crash here..." Felix replied to the Prothean as his thoughts went deeper than what he spoke openly to Stlyes, 'Which makes me wonder- Why did our ship crash in the first place when there was nothing wrong with it when we left Omega.' Uncertainty and a millions questions racked his mind as he turned his attention to his companion. "I vote for getting off this d*mn place as soon as possible. I don't like the looks of things..." Felix rarely spoke so seriously, in fact, it was the first time he had shown such grave concern in front of anyone in a long time. He wanted off this place. Now. His instincts told him that there was a darker force at work here and he wanted nothing to do with it. What was worse- it felt very familiar to when he was tortured by Cerberus at their base two years ago. Something very old and very ancient had touched this planet, and already they were seeing the effects of it's poison to those it claimed.

[R0be0]

Back at the crash site everything was calm, there was no a single sign of life, well excluding the motionless Krogan who was lay flat on his back. His chest barely moved, and you would have to be only inches away to be able to tell that he wasn’t dead, but in fact still breathing. His eyes did over spring open at a sound, something breaking through the calamity of the camp. He blinked once, his fingers gripping onto the handle of his submachine gun. He looked out into the shadows, however there was nothing, not a single sign that there was anyone else out there, but any Krogan knows that looks can be deceiving. So leaning up the best that he could, he narrowed his eyes. “Come out!” He hissed his deep Krogan voice nothing shy of a bellow. “I know you’re there!” He said, bringing his gun out so that he was pointing it into the dark forest that surrounded him. He waited for a few tense moments before he heard the sound of rustling bushes, and quickly aiming his gun towards the shrubs in which were making noises was both astonished, and horrified at what he saw.

Walking into the dim moonlight was something that at first he wasn’t sure was a machine or a person. It took him a moment to realize that it was a Vorcha which stood in front of him, lightly skinned and with blood red eyes which illuminated in the night air. Only this wasn’t your average Vorcha, most of it was machine, and all its limbs (except a right arm), majority of its chest, and half of its face was all glinting metal. Jarrid was motionless for a few seconds, taken back from the creature which stood in front of him. It took him a moment to regain posture and aim his gun back at the other alien’s head. “Who are you?” He demanded; “are you armed?” He couldn’t pick out any sign of a weapon on the creature though he figured that it was possible that he could have overlooked something. The alien stood still for a moment, as if to consider what his options of answering were. “Speak quickly!” Jarrid spoke with a tone that was sharp to the edge, and equally as bitter.

The pale skinned alien then dipped his head, in a form of respect. “Please if you may,” his voice wasn’t your average squeaky Vorcha tone, but instead sounded like a mixture of some kind of respectful human mixed with machine. “I would much rather speak pleasantries without having a gun aimed at my face. I would be happy to tell you everything that you wish to know, so long as you place your weapon down.” Jarrid hesitated, he knew that the Vorcha could be lying, and he’d pull out some kind of weapon while Jarrid had nothing. However there was something strange about the alien that made Jarrid want to believe him, like his words had crawled into his mind and were not taking full control of him. This made the Krogan narrow his eyes, was there some kind of panel that this monstrosity had that let him control others? It seemed unlikely, and Jarrid had not heard of such technology, but from the charisma in those few words, he just couldn’t understand. “I promise you, I am unarmed. I found no need to bring arms with me when I came here.” That shouldn’t have convinced the Krogan, but it did, and slowly he placed his gun to the ground, teeth gritting as if he was expecting a shot to the back.

“Thank you,” the Vorcha dipped his head once more. “To answer your previous question my name is Xav.” He answered his voice seemingly both peaceful and unsettling at the same time. “I do not need to know yours, for I already know it.” He smiled, which suddenly made Jarrid know that something more sinister was going on – as he had expected. “Oh Jarrid, there is no need to fear me.” Xav seemed to pick up right on the Krogan’s emotions. “For I am not your enemy and if anything I am here to help you. But if I agree to help you with your problem,” he motioned to the Krogan’s leg. “I’m going to need for you to work with me, you and your friends.” It took a second to register that by “friends” he meant Styles and Felix. Even though the Krogan felt no special bond between himself and either of those two it didn’t mean that he was just going to let them up to some alien bloke who seemed to know everything.

“I will not allow you to kill them.” He grumbled, still trying to figure this alien out. This advanced even more so when the Vorcha began to laugh.... laugh! Of all the things that could have been done or said, the creature had decided to laugh. This completely put Jarrid off-balance, and he moved his fingers closer to his gun as if he knew he’d need it again. Though he found himself trusting in what the other was saying didn’t mean that he wasn’t crept out by these events, and everyone knew not to startle a Krogan, especially when they’re injured.

Xav shook his head, “no, no! But my aren’t you funny! I wish no harm upon your fellows; I just wish to speak with them. However they’ve been giving a bit of... trouble to my men. I need you to promise that you won’t give me any trouble, and when you next see them that you’ll tell them that we’re not the enemy.” The Vorcha took a step forward which made the Krogan growl a bit. No matter what this machine-organic creature said wasn’t going to make him feel any more comfortable about the situation. And yet, at the same time there was no need for comfort, as he didn’t feel that much in danger. “Do we have a deal?” Xav asked, looking at Jarrid with his eyes (half of which were mechanical.)

Jarrid wasn’t sure what compelled him to make his next move, but the Krogan nodded, “Deal.”

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Styles didn’t have enough time to react before all of the Batarians came after her and Felix. She had been startled and quickly lunged out with a warp which pulled one of the creatures into tiny bits. She started to run when Felix lunged back with his thrusters, which in turn made some of the aliens get stunned, and become paused from the fumes. Those that were not continued after both of them with a great amount of force and purpose in their stride, as if there was some reason for them being here, and not just stumbling across the Prothean and Turian in a mistake. Styles didn’t much care for whatever reason that they were here, she just needed to make sure that she got rid of them. Turning around she blasted a shock wave towards them, which caused those who had not been blasted with Felix’s fumes to stumble and collapse in confusion. However as the Prothean turned around she was forced to come to a halt as one of the Batarians were right in front of her face. “Night, night,” was all that she heard before the butt of a shotgun came raging towards her vision, and all went black.