Post #2550977 in Mass Effect: Destiny's Horizon, a roleplay on RPG

Norman pushed through the sea of crazed politicians like the hand of God parting the Red Seas back on Earth. With every new tidal wave of people came the man's shoulder to knock them back; all in a days work really. His main concern at that moment was getting to the council and getting them out of the room before someone tried to attack them; or have their way with the Quarian or Asari...god knows there were people of the type on this ship. Of course there was not time to dwell on the vulgarity of the galaxy's inhabitants, there was only time to bash his way through the crowd and towards the council.

Coming to the end of the the chaotic brawl, Norman burst forth victorious from the angry depths of the beast. Running forth, he leaped onto the platform that held the podiums for the councilors who were all dealing with the situation in their own ways. The Turian was practically banging his head on his podium while the human, Salarian and Quarian had a little group therapy circle in the corner. The Geth representative was standing motionless like some sort of statue, no surprise for a emotionless machine of war and labor; then there was Matriarch Vesla who was frantically screaming into her mic as if people were going to stop bashing each others skulls to listen.

"Everyone quiet down! QUIET! This is not how we are going to solve anything!" the blue mistress screamed like a banshee, though Norman could never say that to her face on account of the Reapers making that word a slur among the Asari.

"Councilor, we need to get you all out of here." Norman wasn't making a suggestion, he was telling.

"We can't leave until we get these imbeciles under control!" she shouted that last part into the microphone, though it was doubtful anyone was really paying attention to her.

"Now, Councilor. Right now!" This time he was barking, he didn't have time to wait around for them to vote on which route they should take out of the room.

"How dare you! I am the Restored Councilor for the Asari and you cannot just-

"Velsa, he is right. We have to go, come lets gather the others." Interrupted the Turian, leave it to them to have half a brain. That was one thing he respected about Turians, they tended to be frank, to the point and very much like the military men that served to protect them. Though, that wasn't always the case of course.

Darting his head around quickly, he found that all the exits were currently blocked by the small riot and his officers were tied up getting fights under control. There was no way out at the moment and that'd have to be fixed before he tried getting the council out of there. "Just stay away from the edges of platform, i'll get us a way out of here now."

"Of course, Lieutenant, I trust you" the Turian said, still obviously fuming from the state of things. Norman had to hand it to him though, he knew how to keep cool under pressure.

Spinning on heel, Norman spun his head in every direction. Which way was the best route? He needed to get them to a secure point as soon as possible, just in case the whole ship started breaking into a riot. That meant, the best place to go was the bridge of the ship, so the front entrance was the quickest way. Where was Lilly? He could and her could take the Geth and the council back to the Bridge and start getting some answer out of the damn machine.

"Lilly! Lilly, we need to move!" Norman tried calling out above the deafening noise of the brawl, but it was no use. Where could she be? His eyes scanned the room in a hurry, his eyes catching every spike he could in an attempt to get a bead on her. Finally, he spotted her, her rifle raised high at the Geth who was causing this whole mess. The bot seemed to be cooperating though, that was a good start.

"Lilly! Lilly we need to-

Wait! What was that in the crowd? It was something shining and reflecting light off its surface, reflective was never good. Who was holding it? The arm was white, that wasn't a security color. Damnit, what was it holding! Quickly, Norman drew his weapon down and towards the ground to avoid pointing the business end at the sea of civilians between him and the shining object. Goddamnit, there was a trigger!

"Shit! Drop the gun!" Norman tried screaming over the crowd, but the noise was too great and he could barely even hear himself. He threw his pistol upward and aimed down the sights, he could make out the back of a Quarian suit but there were too many damn civilians, he didn't have a shot yet. He had to shoot though, he wasn't going to lose one of his team to some maniac with a gun.

And so it started, the training kicked in. A shallow inhale, one that seemed to create a vacuum in his lungs. A subtle heartbeat from his own chest, one that thundered like a storm in his ears and blocked all the noise from outside. A slide of his finger, one that moved his skin across the smooth metallic bore of the weapon and down to the bitter cold of the trigger. One last twitch of the eye, one that realized that the last friendly target had moved from the backdrop and foreground that would give him his clear shot. A slow squeeze of the trigger, one that seemed to take an eternity within this timeless dimension he seemed to have entered.

Two divine claps filled the room, breaking the noise of the crowd and hailing the arrival of two metal slugs that had been thrown directly at the center mass of the Quarian. Would they kill him? Maybe, or maybe not. All that mattered was that those slugs would stop him from pulling the trigger....

Plus the gunshots seemed to have cleared the room of civilians as well, so it couldn't have been all that bad.

Snippet #2550977

located in The Mass Effect Universe, a part of Mass Effect: Destiny's Horizon, one of the many universes on RPG.

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