Brutvus lights up the f&%ker.
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'Ow.' Brutvus slowly shakes his head to clear the stars from his eyes. When he has recovered, he lumbers over to Awyr and Dredd and checks them for injuries, in compliance with Secretary's request.
'They appear to be unconscious, Secretary. I cannot predict when they will awaken, if they awaken at all. Further injuries cannot be determined without significantly more advanced.........' His voice trails off as the unconscious pair begin to wake.
'Sorry buddy,' Brutvus speaks to Secretary as he fires a single shot from his assault rifle at the heart.
Without a word, Brutvus unleashes hell upon his next target.
'I AM INVINCIBLE!' Brutvus roars as the melee blows fall short of damaging his shield. He takes a step back, He continues firing his beam, this time targeting YC0.
As Brutvus endures the incoming fire with little discomfort, a reduction of his shields by almost half does cause him to activate his Omni-Shield. After his shield is activated, he fires his particle beam at one of the Cannibals clustered just inside the door.
Brutvus holds his fire, though his weapons start swiveling on their mounts, tracing lines of fire from one target to the next. Chuckling madly in a monotone, 'F*$k em up.'
Brutvus grunts appreciatively. 'That was fun.'
Brutvus moves to within sight of the tubes, and lets loose with his Striker, steadily firing one round at a time until the clip is empty, then reloading. As he fires, above the noise, those standing close enough can hear a low, Elcor laugh, Brutvus cackling with glee.
When the noise and smoke clear, Brutvus makes his way towards the tubes, hoping for a nice big hole.
Clear a path? I can do that. Yessir I can do that. Which way boss? He waits several moments, awaiting instructions from Taranau. After several seconds of waiting... Damn! Guess I should have said that out loud. 'Which way sir?'
As Brutvus lumbers into the room, he hears the order to kill it. His weapons immediately swivel on their mounts, to target the behemoth. He is saddened to see that such a possibly worthy adversary does not look like it will fight back. He lets loose with the Particle Beam.
As the beam scores home, Brutvus grunts in satisfaction.
Brutvus reloads his weapons, and awaits new orders from Taranau.
Brutvus takes careful aim at the husks attacking Dredd, firing a long burst from the Striker.
As the explosive slugs tear into the husks, causing multiple small detonations in their wake, many husks end up dead (I hope).
Brutvus takes careful aim at the same pack of husks, this time aiming his Striker assault rifle.
Krak! A small explosion lights up the swarm. If it hits, parts of husks end up, to quote a popular dead terrorist, "Over there, over there, and up there!"
Brutvus swivels the mounted Collector Particle Beam to focus on the husk around the corner, and fires.
Brutvus chuckles with glee to himself inside his helmet, after seeing a massive hit land on the husk.
I'm the tank, I can go in the front, though with 3sq. movement, I won't be there long. Also, since it doesn't have a round limit, I enter the ship with my omni-shield active.
Noticing the sarcasm, Brutvus looks at Dredd, and his eye changes color once again, this time to a piercing yellow. His helmet folds down to cover his face, and he stalks off, clearly irritated at a mere Krogan poking fun at his attempts to reconcile with one of the race that he had fought long and hard against. When he reaches the lift, he speaks 'Don't poke fun at my expense, boy....... you won't like what will happen.'
'Thanks for the clarity, you're the first Geth I've met that I haven't destroyed. I hope you don't hold that against me.' He suddenly straightens, standing as tall as his four-legged frame will allow. His eye suddenly flickers from red to match the color of Secretary's glowing eye. 'If I had hands, I'd shake yours. You have my respect, Secretary.'
Brutvus lumbers by slowly, on his way to his quarters. As he passes by Secretary and Dredd, he stops, turning his head towards them. His cybernetic eye glows red as he acknowledges each of them separately. 'Robot,' he nods at Secretary, not knowing what name to use. 'Red,' he grunts towards Dredd, already having forgotten his name. Trying to sound encouraging, he slowly begins to speak. 'It's nice to work with people again. Two years in that cell...' His voice trails off. 'Oh well, doesn't matter, just don't stand in front of my missiles.' It is impossible to tell from his monotone, whether the last statement is serious or in jest.
When Brutvus regains possession of his armaments, he spends the next few minutes checking his weapons for any evidence of damage or vandalism. Finding none, he deposits his weapons in his quarters, and explores the ship. He is sure in his explorations to visit the armory, and then makes his way to the gun deck, where he busies himself helping the crew there bring the large shells in, using his size and strength to make the crew's job somewhat easier. While helping, he converses with the gun crew, telling them the story of his capture by Reaper forces, and of his rescue by a strike force loyal to General Varnoc.
F*&K! D$%N! S&%T! Now THAT was a crunch. No wonder he's not too smart, interrupting that guy like that, so much bone there is no room for a brain. Quietly, he mutters 'Idiot.'
Out of respect for Varnoc, Brutvus removes his helmet, revealing a heavily scarred face, with his right eye glowing a soft red, giving away the prosthesis implanted there. 'As always, I am yours to command, General.' Damnit! A Reaper ship. Never been on a Batarian ship before, hope it's not too enclosed. Two years in that cell built for a friggin' Volus, now a Batarian ship? Can't anything be my size?
The lumbering Elcor slowly speaks, 'You won't find much on me, I'm afraid, most of my past has been redacted from the official files.' Clad in thick, striking black armor, with a graphic across the back depicting a blue giant star going through the throes of a supernovae, he towers above most in the room, despite being on four limbs. The voice issues from his helmet, which he has not deigned to remove. |