The continued tale of the crew of the Normandy SR2, as they transpire AFTER the events of Mass Effect 2. For those who haven't played it - SPOILERS will ensure. You have been WARNED!
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Donnelly was bleeding out, Tali did not need to be a doctor to see that. Daniels saw it too, and she sobbed quietly, staring transfixed at the last moments of her childhood friend. The blood from his wound was pooling around him, and his breathing was so very shallow. The monster that had taken his life, had condemned him to a slow and painful death, was pacing the engine room like a caged animal, tapping that damned pistol against his armoured thigh as he walked.
Tali sat with her back against the glass of the core's safety railings, and was studying the core readings on her onmi tool. The commando team leader looked up from his fevered pacing, and rushed over to her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, alien?" He said, aiming his pistol at her once more. "You trying to summon your little pet drone? Don't, unless you want another death on your conscience."
"I'm trying to ensure the core does not destabilise and drop below the zero threshold, tearing this ship apart in the process. Now get that gun out of my face!" Tali hissed, her anger beginning to well up inside her again. The commando leader seemed to think on this for a moment before turning away from her.
"Just don't try any heroics." He said, waving the gun to remind her of what it had done to Donnelly.
The port stairwell was silent now, the struggle it had played host to was over. He checked the pistol Thane had given him to ensure it had not been damaged in the fight, and was pleased to see that everything looked green. Readying the weapon, he crossed to the engine room access door, and pressed himself up against the frame. Leaning across, he pressed the activation switch before dropping back into cover, and waited.
"What is taking Sorel so long?" The commando leader said under his breath, stopping dead in his tracks and turning to his team, pointing to the one who had been guarding Donnelly. "Go and find her. Now."
The man nodded and promptly turned to leave, heading toward the port access stairwell. He raised his rifle to his shoulder as the blast door opened, conscious of the fact that Sorel was still out in the corridor. He didn't want to run the risk of pointing a gun at her, so his weapon was aimed at the deck, ready if needed.
Tali watched with some amazement as a battered and bruised human in clearly damaged armour appeared in the doorway, and put a single shot through the troopers face before dropping into cover. The dead man's body simply ceased to function, and he went down like a marionette with it's strings cut.
The remaining two enemy soldiers returned fire, their barrage peppering the hull with an impotent fury.
The wounded crewman rolled out of cover again, and charged into the engine room. This insane tactic confused the lesser of the two commandos, and he took a round in the throat for his troubles, dropping his rifle and rolling in agony as his life blood pumped swifttly out onto the deck.
The commando leader, however, activated a second kinetic barrier, doubling his shield integrity. There was no way the crewman who had come to their aid would have a chance of taking them down. That didn't stop him trying, as four Carnifex shots in quick succession hammered into the barriers, sparks flying in all directions.
As he raised his pistol to return fire, a look of confusion crested the man's face, and he dropped his own weapon to the deck. Reaching up over his shoulder he tried to grab at something at his back, but without success.
His mouth opened and closed in a silent scream. He twisted and fell to the deck, the injector protruding from between his shoulder blades.
Tali - standing directly behind him - folded her arms across her chest and watched as her tormentor writhed in pain, showing no sympathy as the chemicals went to work in his bloodstream.
"It seems your little cocktail works on humans too." Tali hissed, before turning away from the rapidly liquefying man and hurried over to Donnelly to check his vitals.
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