MassEffectRP

Maeve smiled when the blade erupted from the thin rod. It was just as Analdrun and she had ordered. It fit the specifications perfectly.

"You've proven yourself not only trustworthy, but capable. That's rare, and valuable." Maeve held out her hand toward him, in askance of a handshake. "I believe Sionis Industries and Analdrun will have a long-lasting relationship." Maeve said to the businessman. "May it be of benefit to us both."

The Vorcha then approached, drooling and wide-eyed and altogether comical.

"Have at it." Maeve said, stepping aside to open the space between the Vorcha and Nick.

It was fortunate that the Vorcha had come. His presence would make her task that much easier.

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The human smelled like fear, and that ignited in the Yahg an instinctual excitement, rushing an impatience into its limbs and throwing it into the wall on the three separate occasions that the human had eluded him.

This strategy was not working. The Yahg snorted. He stood still now, and watched the wary human stare from across the arena.

The crowd's roars filled the enormous alien's mind and echoed his own desire.

Destroy him. Tear his limbs. Crack his body like it were a brittle branch. Skin him. Taste him. Devour him.

The Yahg took a step forward, thudding against the marble flooring. Its fingers fluttered in anticipation and it slowly, steadily moved towards the human.

Nick opened the briefcase and took out a rod and looked at it for a second before looking back at Maeve.

"This item I'm sure will grab your attention, specifically in this setting."

He pressed a button and from the top of the rod, the two orange blades Surged out making the simple rod into a large two bladed axe.

"A silicon-carbide interchangeable melee rod. Similar to the Omni Weapon, but more deadly and more easily accessible since only military-grade have the capabilities of an effective Omni-Blade. The rod itself is easily concealable, and when activated the blades are denser than typical Omni-Weapons.These blade can switch from an axe, a mace, a hammer, and even a spear. And in somewhere like this arena, such things could come in handy, as I assume that most of the fights are hand to hand or with melee weapons." He stopped for a moment and raised his eyebrow.

"And if your associates happen to be fighting someone who fancies fighting with swords, like say does bulky ninja-like gentlement i saw around the spaceport leading to another part of the city, well take it from a manufacture of weapons, nano-woven blades aren't very cheap as this, and it'll be a lot more helpful to be armed with more adaptable melee weapons than just a sword"

But it was so much fun making nanomachines fight each other! D:

Oh and uh, one little bit of advice.  Take it from someone who has first hand experience, nanobots have the ability to become the biggest story breaking deus ex machina in any sci fi tale.  Proceed with caution.

(yo toughluck be changin teh "chip" to teh "nanobots" and "system" to "bloodstream" for sake of science plz bro thankee)

Maeve tucked the pill-sized weapon into the web of her thumb and index finger. Nodding for Nick to continue, she raised her eyebrows in interest as the case opened before her.

"What have we here..." She murmered.

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Kent ran perpendicular to the Yahg's constant charge, keeping considerable distance between them. Scant minutes had passed since they'd been dropped from the cages, and from the burning in his legs, Kent figured he could keep up this pace for about three hours at least.

But the Yahg was growing impatient. Its tri-mouthed jaw clashed its needly teeth together; its small, squinted eyes staring hungrily at the human. There was a hurried frenzy to its charge, and in the last escape, Kent had felt the creature's fingers scrape across the bottom of his foot.

The muscle and sheer bulk of the alien ensured a swift and immediate demise should Kent fall into its clutches.

The Yahg impacted the wall behind Kent, crashing into it but doing little to break its surface.

In that small break of time, Kent brooded his way into a strategy.

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