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Warp: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (5) + 21 = 26
Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 2, 1, 2) = 12

Awyr tosses a Warp at the charging monstrosity. 12 damage and DR reduced by 10.

"Light it up!" Awyr commands harshly.

"Stack up at the door, let's do this by the numbers." Awyr commands tersely.

"Good idea," Awyr moans as she sits up.

Taking a moment to get her bearings, Awyr looks around at the mess.

"This is going to be a b**** to clean up, I just know it."

A deep breath to steady herself.

"Okay, let's move on to the next room."

UB: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (12) + 21 = 33

F--k. Next time I'll stand further away from the target. Damn Secretary for distracting me.

"Well, seeing as Batarian ships don't normally have Giant Mechanical Hearts I think we can safely assume that it doesn't belong here. Dredd, why don't you help Brutvus. You seem bored."

Awyr frowns at Secretary from behind her helmet. Analysis of Cthulhuan horrors never ends well. We do not want to understand madness, you foolish machine.

"Baso; Secretary; Blast it!" Awyr barks shortly, glaring at the mechanical organ.

2 Swift Actions to recharge my barriers, then pop a warp into YC8.

Recharge Barrier: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (9) + 21 = 30
Warp: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (15) + 21 = 36
Warp Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 3, 5, 5, 6) = 26
Cannibal takes 26 damage and has its DR reduced by 15.

Awyr channels her biotic prowess into recharging her barriers, filling them completely. Then, she hucks a Warp at one of the Cannibals in the doorway.

Awyr detonates her Dark Sphere and takes a deep breath, attempting to rally her strength.

Detonate Dark Sphere as Swift Action, spend 2 more Swift actions to Recharge Biotic powers. The detonation is a 3x3, centered on I11.

Dark Sphere: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 4, 6, 1) = 22

Stupid rules that say I can't run someone over with my Sphere and then detonate it for a combo. It would be H8X, but no more so that the rest of you guys... Gah, fine.

Acknowledging Hit. Barriers down to 43.

"Go loud!" Awyr shouts as she Warps the nearest Cannibal. (C2)

Cannibal's DR is reduced by 10 and takes 38 damage.
Warp: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28
Damage (Warp and Biotic Explosion): 6d6 + 4d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 6, 2, 1, 6) + (5, 5, 1, 5) = 38
The Dark Sphere continues on two more squares, and might hit some enmies.
Dark Sphere Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (7, 5, 2, 5) = 19

*Breach!*

Awyr launches a Dark Sphere through the doorway.

Aiming for the center of the room, not that it matters. The poor thing only has a 2 square move speed. Feel free to shoot through it though.

*Affirmative. Execute!* Awyr signs back to him.

*Stack up for a breach.*

Awyr stares in stupefied awe at Brutus' actions.

Not what I meant, but it works. And damned if that isn't the scariest thing I've seen this week.

Awyr shrugs off her shock and grunts happily.

"Well done, Baso. Okay squad, let's move on to the next room."

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

The route north is blocked off but there is a whole in the wall. You could try to squeeze thorough one at a time. The route to the west has large tubes going from top to bottom.

Sometimes I really hate my life...

Awyr smacks her palm into her face, shaking her head slowly.

"Baso, do you see those tubes? See if they can't be shoved aside or something."

Still a bad idea.

Awyr shakes her head.

"It's too risky. You can look for evidence on the OSDs left behind, but I cannot countenance risking this mission like that. We still don't know the limits of Indoctrination, and until we do your plan could doom us all. That's a negative, Secretary."

Awyr tries to sound compassionate, as some part of her knows the poor machine's plight, but the majority of her balks at the idea.

"We need to move on. What's the easiest path forward? Baso, can you clear a path?"

I have a bad feeling about this.

Awyr turns to look at Secretary.

"That sounds like a horrible idea, Secretary. we know Reaper artifacts can twist the thoughts of sentient and sapient beings. I will allow you to scan the next one we find, but it will be after we kill it. For all we know it could jump platforms, so I forbid you from interfacing with it."

What blasphemy is this?

"What is that Keeper doing? Dredd, incinerate that abomination's remains. Secretary, scan that Keeper. Baso, watch our backs."

Awyr frowns, pointing her Widow at the Keeper.

By the Goddess!

Awyr scowls darkly.

"Kill it with fire," she orders.

"Alright boys, let's take a breather. Urdnot, get yourself patched up. Baso, Keep an eye out for more baddies. Secretary, try that door."

Awyr takes five minutes to swap out Reave for Biotic Slash.

"Anything of note, Secretary?"

Warp: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (6) + 21 = 27
If Above result is higher than enemies reflex defense (It likely is), then apply the below damage and reduce its DR by 10.
Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6) = 22

Awyr launches a Warp into the remaining Husk, dark purple energy crackling malevolently.

Awyr launches a Lash at the southernmost husk.

"Come 'ere, you!"

Lash: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (19) + 21 = 40
Damage: 5d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 3, 5, 4) = 15
Target is now Primed for a biotic explosion. See power details to decide whether the kinetic damage occurs.
Kinetic: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Awyr aims and fires her beloved M-98 Widow at the left hand Cannibal.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage: 9d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 4, 5, 4, 5, 5, 4, 2, 3) + 4 = 41
Penetration of 20

"Baso, Urdnot, take the husks! Secretary, focus fire on the Cannibals!" Awyr barks out her orders with a growl.

Time to see what this squad is made of.

"Alright boys, Diamond Formation. Secretary in front, Baso and Dredd Mid, and I'll take the rear."

Awyr pulls out her sniper rifle, activating her AP mod as she does so.

Init: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

"Just wondered what your opinion of the mission is," Dredd queries from the doorway.
"Doesn't seem the usual sort of Reaper tactics, boarding and taking an enemy craft in one piece. I've seen a couple hulks hit by reapers before. Usually isn't much left..." Dredd pauses to take another sip of his rync-I mean-coffee. "This mission smells funny." He grumbles, and waits to see if Awyr has anything to say.

Awyr scowls at nothing as she contemplates the mission.

"Actually, this sounds like an excellent strategy. After the Fall of Palaven, much of the civilian population was mounted on those... Spike things, and turned into Marauders. They'll need ships to transport their ground troops."

Awyr grabs a Nutrigrain bar from the basket beside the coffee maker, being sure to pick a Levo-Friendly version. Thank the Goddess for those Human and Batarian pilots, bringing their snacks with them! A happy smirk sprouts on her face as she rips a huge bite from the bar.

"And with Karshan gone as well, we will likely see a lot of those blasted Cannibals. Poor souls," Awyr takes another sip of her coffee.

Awyr nods once and leaves Secretary's room.

.......

Having acquired coffee, Awyr wakes up.

"What was it you wanted, Dredd?"

"We were not aware of divine influence in our assignment of this frame to you. Would not the assignment of Geth to any squad result in the same outcome? Is it not merely an outcome of Geth assistance?"

Awyr happily pats the machine's arm.

"Don't worry about it."

Note to self: Do not discuss religion or chance with the Geth.

"Do you have any questions about the mission?"

..........

20 Minutes after Dredd gets shut down.

Awyr staggers out of her room, now fully dressed. She trudges like a zombie towards the lounge, where she fumbles the coffee maker like a hesitant lover.

Hissing her frustration at her ineptitude, she punches the coffee maker. With a clunk it starts bestowing upon her the nectar of the Goddess. A small smirk blossoms on Awyr's face.

F&%$ mornings," she mutters quietly.

From the sidelines, Dredd watches carefully.

Wahoo! Awyr is not a morning person. Dredd may now attempt to converse.

Awyr grins widely at the Geth.

"As a Spectre, I frequently have to make reports to my superiors. However, my job is frequently too busy to write proper reports. As a Geth, you have no need to sleep, and can write reports much quicker than I can. You are a gift from the Goddess!"

Secretary, huh. Not bad.

Awyr smiles at the polite platform.

"That's a wonderful name. Do you have run times with such experience?"

...

Really Dredd? Starting three conversations at once? Bad form.

Stepping out of the shower clad solely in a towel, Awyr stares at Dredd.

"Get the F&%$ out of my room."

Awyr mutters darkly as she blearily looks at the foolish red Krogan who violated her sanctum.

If he doesn't leave in five seconds I'm going to warp him out an airlock.

Awyr walks around the flight deck for half an hour, chatting with the pilots and generally having a good time. She makes a quick stop by the armory for some Cluster Grenades to augment her Biotic potential.

After that, Awyr searches for that Geth Platform that Command gave her. Time to find out just what I'm getting into.

Awyr bows as she greets her most efficient minion.

"Greetings, Geth. Have you chosen a name for yourself?"

Why is it always f¥€£ing Batarians? Sure, you accidentally steal a dreadnought and now you're an expert on Batarian ship design. Great job, Awyr.

Awyr salutes her leader, and waits to see if any of her new minions has any questions.

"Hmmm."

Awyr hums noncommittally.

Awyr arches a marked brow at the strangely talkative Krogan.

"What did I do? Well, I single-handedly took over a Pirate," Awyr coughs something that sounds like "Batarian," "Dreadnought. That was years ago, though."

Looking around at the others, Awyr shrugs.

"I'm not sure why the others are here though. I haven't had time to look over their dossiers."