The standoff in the dessert resulted in an unhappy truce. The cyborg had not engendered himself well to the others and was watched suspiciously by the others but they could not turn down the opportunity the cyborg’s vehicle presented.
Setting off with a crude radio triangulation device cobbled together by the Quarian, they set off in search of the crash site unsure of what they would find.
Eventually they found the ship in far better condition than expected. The ship was merely battered and not crippled. With recent mercenary attacks on their mind, they explored the ship with extreme caution..
In the main starboard airlock the found a body in a pool of blood and no one else on board. Shortly afterwards the Dr decided that just maybe….he should’ve checked that person for vital signs.
Finding them with no pulse but still warm the Krogan frantically worked to restart their heart (partially because he would not live down the embarrassment of loosing a patient because it had not occurred to him to take a pulse). The body; former chief navigator Victoria Svelt had been technically dead for 7 minutes before the Krogan resuscitated her. (an achievement that even impressed himself)
A search of the ship found that the ship’s nav computer was missing entirely, a fact that distress the Quarrian greatly.
“Without the nav computer, fixing the ship is pointless. We could theoretically repair the other damage but without any way to chart a FTL
course … we’re still as stuck as we were before”
At this time Shadow restored his peace of mind when he found that the damage to the ship had not disabled the refrigeration units…the beer was still cold.
The party regrouped to compare notes and during the discussion when LaLa mentioned in passing that they had been unable to raise any other ships, starports, satellites or open networks , that the Quarian suddenly started yelling at her. He explained: if the mercenaries were still out there and you just took the ships comms and started pinging everything in range…what do you think are the odds they won’t notice we’re still alive and come finish us off?
The Asari looked a little sheepish when she realized she had just done the mercenaries job for them.
Quickly a plan was formed to defend the ship by cutting off access to the second deck and filling several chambers of the main deck with chlorine gas brewed from stored chemicals in the hold. The Quarian dispatched a few small pocket observation drones outside the ship.
Sure enough within a few hours a cloud of dust appeared on the horizon. A vehicle headed this way, then another from the other side of the valley!
The asari hid in the bridge while the Quarian and Krogan prepared to hold the second deck corridor and prevent anyone from reaching the injured Victoria. Shadow took to the roof of the ship to watch their approach (from altruism or a secret desire to get the first kill is unknown)
The resulting firefight went back and forth as the attackers changed tactics to respond to the trap the party had made. Being fired on from shadow on the roof, they used indirect rocket fire to drive him back into the ship, a second team tried to break onto the second deck by throwing flashbang and smoke grenades into the corridor. The second team had a sense of urgency because the chlorine gas had been released and holding the main deck was proving too dangerous. Shadow had only just climbed back down into the second deck when the first flash-bangs went off, and then when his hearing returned he heard some noise from the roof. The mercs who drove him inside with the rocket fire had scaled the roof of the ship and were placing explosives for a roof breech. Shadow turned his augmented reflexes back on and stormed back onto the roof and gunned down two of them, the third taking this as his cue to jump off the ship and take cover. The new smug feeling was quickly washed away when the mercs started throwing grenades onto the roof, they could not see where he was so they just threw lots of them. Shadow’s shields fell quickly and shrapnel ripped through the softer parts of his armor suit and he was very, very grateful for his cybernetic pain editors. Shadow decided to return to the inside of the ship.
Meanwhile the second deck was alive with fully automatic gunfire, the mercs from the lower deck had forced their way into the second deck corridor and used suppression fire to force the party into cover. The Doctor and the Quarrian were bottled up in the med lab, unable to even stick their heads into the hall without risking loosing them. The Asari had waited until the mercs had almost reached her hiding spot in the bridge when she used her tactical cloak to sneak into the corridor, caught the two closest in a mass-lift effect and the last in a stasis before he could react. Shadow now rejoined them , slightly disappointed that they had fared better than he had in the last few minutes. He made himself feel better by unloading a burst of gunfire into one of the floating and helpless mercs. The asari maintained the two mass effect fields for long enough
for the party to dispatch all but one merc who they disarmed and took captive.
After a few minutes the party noticed that they had not heard anything from outside in a while and no one else had tried to storm the second deck. The quarian decided to bring up a feed from one of his drones and was puzzled by what he saw.
“Hrmm… they’re doing something outside the ship”
“what?” Demanded shadow.
“How the hell should I know… something! It’s hard to see, oh wait they’re getting back in their trucks….they’re leaving!”
Unsure if they had won or not, the Quarian carefully climbed down to the main deck and unaffected by the chlorine gas, peeked timidly out of the ship.
WIth the immediacy of battle behind them the party returned to their normal behaviors, the Krogan testing the blood of one of the mercs and declaring “this guy’s volunteered as a blood donor for my patient!” The Asari was trying to interrogate the prisoner while Shadow contented himself to loot the corpses.
The Dr was almost finished creating a crude blood transfusion arrangement in the med lab when the panicked voice of the Quarrian broke onto their comms. Something had so disturbed him that he had reverted to his native language and the ensuing stream of profanities and shouting was lost on all of them except the bi-lingual Krogan.
The Krogan’s side of the conversation did little to make anyone feel better..
“What do you mean ..” …“how many?” …. “Can you defuse it?”
The Krogan address the others " uh the quarian found a bunch of things that look like bombs outside"
“is he going to defuse them?” someone asked.
“uh…he said he’s running away now. He recommends running very fast”
In the ensuing scamper out of the ship the wounded navigator got left behind…