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« on: January 03, 2014, 01:16:46 am »
"We are certainly no paupers aboard this ship. And not to worry, I am sure you will earn your place on the Claudia soon enough. Now I believe you mentioned you have experience in a gun crew? Go meet with Mr. Tarsus on deck 3. He is our gun chief. Just look for the one eyed Turian, very hard to miss. Now if you will excuse me, I have some business off ship to attend to. Mrs. Valtannis has command until my return."
Tobias walked towards his command console and began discussing something with his intelligence officer. If Owen cared to eavesdrop a bit, he would have caught bits and pieces of their conversation; phrases such as "is the intel solid?" and "have them set up at the ambush point." It was clear Tobias was planning something, but exactly what, Owen would not have a clue.
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As night fell again, a convoy of trucks rumbled down the twisting alleyways of the city. There were three in total, two trucks escorting a single loaded to the brim with freshly sold slaves. They had just come from Analdrun's auction house, and were being delivered to their new owner: a rather prosperous and vile drug dealer of the red sand variety. A dark figured stirred on the rooftops ahead, as the trucks bounced down the poorly paved paths. He waited for the vehicles to approach, and when the time was right, he struck. The fists of the armored man glowed an intense blue as he leaped from the rooftop, down onto the lead truck below. With a massive shockwave of biotic force, his fist came crashing downup on the hood of the lead vehicle, blasting the engine block straight out of the chassis and into the ground. The truck immediately stopped as the armored man stood up upon the twisted mass of metal that was once the engine compartment of the vehicle. And it was in that moment that the two men in the cab caught sight of their attacker, right before his hands procured two custom Paladin pistols, which he subsequently unloaded through the windshield. While the black armored man was having his fun up ahead, a bombardment of rockets screamed from the windows of the nearby buildings, reducing the trailing vehicle to a pile of twisted metal and fire. The slave transport was trapped.
With all the commotion, armored soldiers emptied from the rear of the lead vehicle, attempting to take up defensive positions around the convoy. The black figure dropped down off the roof, directly into the center of a mass of soldiers. And with a two cracks he discharged his Paladins into the back of some unsuspecting soldiers' heads. Their bodies fell limp to the ground as their comrades turned to face the attacker. The armored figure wasted no time however. Two more soldiers hit the ground before they even had time to react. He moved fast, unbelievably fast. Whenever a weapon was drawn to bear against him, he would knock it aside, retaliating with biotic blasts that send men crashing through the nearby walls, or shots from his Paladins that would reduce men to gushing mounds of blood and gore. Within moments, the guards all fell, and the figure approached the prize: the center vehicle. The two guards manning the truck had already exited, attempting to flee down the alley. A round caught one in the throat, sending him to the street choking on his own blood. The last guard however, was far more fortunate. Another crack tore through the air, and the guard's left kneecap exploded. He fell to the ground in agony, looking back at the black figure calmly walking towards him. The man loomed over him like the angel of death, the barrels of his Paladins aimed downwards.
"Tell Analdrun what you saw here today. And let him know that this is just the beginning." The figure said in a heavily altered voice before moving towards the back of the truck. His omnitool flashed, and the hatch opened. There were at least 50 slaves inside, cowering in fear from the commotion outside. They were a mix of races, Asari, Drell, Human.
"Ladies and gentleman if you would kindly follow me, I shall lead you to your freedom."
One by one the newly emancipated slaves exited the truck and began to follow their anonymous savior. The roaring of engines soon echoed down the alley, backup had arrived.
"Down here! Go! Now!" The armored man shouted as soldiers ran through the burning wrecks and masses of bodies to try and reclaim their goods. The armored man followed up behind the slaves, ushering them down an alleyway. And when the soldiers rounded the corner, there was nothing but dust and the wind. The unknown attacker and the former slaves had vanished without a trace.
(You know I should really give the whole vigilante persona a name other than "the armored man.")