Ranek Tyzuris's Story

Omega

We have a job. Pack for two weeks in the hottest desert planet you can think of. You’ve received a cash advance to provide for your gear. You have five hours to collect your gear and be in hangar 14 or I will leave your ass here for the Vorcha.
-Scarlet

Kinderheim was standing next to Roz when he received the message. She did seem happy with the money and the job. Kinderheim looked at how much he got. It was a few thousand credits lesser than he expected, but the sum was good enough especially since he was broke.

Help!

Kinderheim read the message from Septimus, his Turian friend from the Blue Suns. Kinderheim replied: Where?

Kinderheim looked at the reply as he drank a glass of ole rum: 13 Kinderheim didn’t need the whole address to know where Septimus was. He was in the infamous Sector 13, the absolutely worst place. It was an Eclipse ‘controlled’ space that had the occasional Vorcha uprising, a very brutal place to be asking for help in.

Kinderheim looked at Roz and said, “Roz, I don’t think I’ll make it. Send me the details and I’ll find a way to get to the planet. Thanks.” He left for Sector 13.

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Kinderheim’s elevator opened to the sound of heavy gunfire across the room. The fighting was about a hundred feet away from him on his right. Kinderheim unholstered his Phalanx and stepped out. He send a message to Septimus: Where

Control tower : came the reply. Kinderheim looked to his left, away from the gunfire. The control tower was a two story building 20 feet away. The control tower did contain Septimus but it also contained another Turian and two dead Krogans. Kinderheim holstered his gun and walked slowly towards the building. The other Turian saw him but didn’t do anything.

“What are you doing here?” asked the Turian. The Turian was looking through his scope at the gunfight across the big room (previously a hangar). Septimus was bound in a corner with his hands behind his back, away from the other Turian's sights.

“Enjoying the scenery and getting my hands on a heavy duty Batarian medium armor for free,” said Kinderheim as he walked inside. “You?” he asked.

“Protecting this motherfucker’s ass,” he said with a massive dose of hatred in his voice. What did Septimus do now?

“But isn’t he Blue Sun?” asked Kinderheim as he looked at Septimus. Septimus was ignoring Kinderheim which made Kinderheim happy. Most fools would have pleaded for Kinderheim’s helping blowing his cover. So that how he become an important part of the Blue Suns machine… using his smartness.

“This motherfucker ain’t dying here. He will die after I kill his family,” spoke the Turian. Septimus screamed but the cloth in his mouth decreased the volume considerably. What a great actor…

“So what’s the situation?” asked Kinderheim while looking at his watch. Four hours left before Roz would leave his ass for the Vorcha. He might be able to reach the hangar after all.

“The Blue Suns came here for a exchange with the Eclipse. I captured this piece of shit. They are now fighting amongst each other. In a few minutes, the winner will turn against me,” said the Turian. Kinderheim looked through the window. There would be at least twenty coming this way. No way could the Turian handle so many on his own even with his sniper’s firing rate.

“Need help?” asked Kinderheim.
“I hope you know how to fire a gun properly,” mocked the Turian.
“Ouch! You hurt my feelings!” said Kinderheim sarcastically though since he always spoke in a serious tone he hoped the Turian didn’t think he was serious. He walked downstairs and just as he reached elevator the Turian shot once. The winners were coming to meet their death, Kinderheim…

Kinderheim pulled his Phalanx out, put his hand above his cover, and fired four shots. Two enemies screamed in pain, others started shouting, and Ranek shot from his sniper, killing another guy.

Kinderheim knew he was lucky because they were quite a few enemies so chances of him hitting them blind was good. The trick was to keep the pistol parallel to the ground and to change the direction of firing slightly after each shot.

Two more shots from Ranek's rifle and the enemies started scrambling for the elevator but if they went towards it they opened themselves to Kinderheim. Within a few minutes the death toll reached eight. Suddenly someone shouted and Kinderheim heard something falling near him, something small...

The grenade destroyed most of the cargo he was using for cover and threw him 20 feet backwards. Ranek spoke on the radio: Still Alive?

Kinderheim wasn't heavily injured, thanks to his suit, but he was badly shaken up. His mind wasn't concentrating. People were shouting all around... or maybe it was just his mind reliving the screams of those he tortured?

Kinderheim coughed a few times. There was smoke all around him and he was coughing blood. Fucking lungs...

Kinderheim spoke on the radio: Unfortunately... Where are they?[\b]

Kinderheim tried to move but he was stuck. It took him nearly three minutes to get the container off him.
[b]Too much smoke... I'm taking him out of here while I have the chance. Meet me at my place, came the reply. Just as he stood another explosion threw more debris at him and he fell to the ground.

He needed to get out here quickly before the fire reached the armoury. A few shots were fired and the firefight started again. So... the Eclipse weren't who he was fighting a few minutes ago.

It took him five minutes to reach the elevator. Something was on fire because the smoke was refusing go away...Their problem now...

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Ranek's place

"You are not fit to be a Turian and you shall die today," said Ranek angrily and spat on Septimus' face. Septimus looked sad which surprised Kinderheim. Sad because a fellow Turian is going to die?

"I didn't do anything..." said Septimus and got a punch in the stomach for that. He was bound to his chair.

"What now?" asked Kinderheim. Only an hour remained before the Roz left and he didn't want to miss that.

"Finish this," said Septimus. "What?" said a surprised Ranek and looked back at Kinderheim. Kinderheim had a gun to his face. "What the fuck?!" Ranek shouted. But instead of killing Ranek, Kinderheim hit his face with the end of his gun, knocking him out.

"Thank you," said Septimus as Kinderheim. A few minutes later, Septimus and Kinderheim started walking towards Hangar 14, as two krogans went to get the unconscious Ranek.

"Plans?" asked Kinderheim as windowshopped. He didn't any money thanks to those Krogans... "Also, my money?"

"I was there you know," started Septimus, "We nearly killed him and took his wife for ourselves. We rap... she is still alive and on Palaven. We gonna send him there." He stopped at a store and said, "Go on ahead. I have work..."

Kinderheim reached Hangar 14 and saw the dead bodies being removed. He reached just in time...

"You forgot something," said a harsh voice. It was the Krogan who did errands for Septimus. He handed Kinderheim his bag, said, "I kept some ammo for your guns," and left. He stood before the Jitterbug and wondered if this was the ship...