Mass Effect: Colossus Project » Places

         Ragnarök: He dropped his head, letting his sniper instincts kick in. Following the others to the elevator, he stood in the far right corner. Watching. Waiting. Finally choosing to speak, he spoke to Draith. "This different world we're going to...Why need a sniper in a remote jungle climate, with thousands of carnivorus species?" Two vanguards and a squad leader would suffice, but a sniper, A sniper'd only be of use if expecting heavy opposition and/or backup for a huge firefight. In case A, the Isle we are planning to go to is a heavily guarded paramilitary/mercenary outpost or base. In case B, another team or faction is also planning to get to our objective. Thoughts?" He folded his huge, massive arms and lifted his head briefly. If Geth had expressions, Ragnarök's would be of curiosity. Simultaneously, however, he was also downloading any available information on their locale to his omni-tool.

         Ragnarök: He turned to the enraged quarian and began to speak in a cold, mettalic voice. "Through me the way is to the city dolent;Through me the way is to eternal dole; Through me the way among the people lost. Justice incited my sublime Creator; Created me divine Omnipotence, The highest Wisdom and the primal Love. Before me there were no created things,Only eterne, and I eternal last.All hope abandon, ye who enter in!" the huge geth then stretched to his full 12 foot height and continued among the group neither caring for nor noticing the clinking glasses and festive mood in the air, instead choosing to run through in his head the twelve possible ways to calm the quarian down. Ragnarok swiped a hand over his modified M-98 and waited whilst keeping his mind in fluid motion, reciting the inferno in his head as a sniper trick and keeping a vested intrest in the quarian.