Change of Peace
@thelightanditsshadow @bordercrssing
The defense fleet was not known for the unconscionable amounts of engagements, what suited Arix in his quest to defeat his Admiral in some way. And so, the Staff Sergeant was not the most thankful NCO when an alarm sirens woke his team up.
Who am I trying to trick, he was happy as a lark.*
‘The Ascendant Justice’ arrived on site in time to blockade the raiding fleet. Ships were enormous, even for organised pirates Raivvin had dealt with, but surprisingly opened no fire towards first frigates. Of course the Adrmial’s strength could hardly be matched even by a sheer amount of units at his disposal, but firepower was not taken under consideration up against abducted people aboard; a clever move to channel the imminent combat to an uneven ground.
Knowing their scores in hostage situation training, Raivvin’s team started their prepares right after the leader got a word of a position. And so, the Sergeant himself awaited an officer, fiddling with his equipment in what scarce of a spare time he had.
*Bird pun not intended.
“We shall be the judge of that, not you,” Fenriux rumbled, unimpressed by the seeming confidence that the human continued to exude, making his foolhardy demands of himself and his crew. “You are horribly misinformed if you think me a general, or even the command of an army when you standing in the midst of a navy. You have neither reason nor worth to speak to the Admiral, or even to me. I allow this impudence only to satisfy my curiosity.”
Taking a step forwards, he stood just out of the path that the hapless human sailed through in slow motion, on an inevitable destination against the sturdy bulkheads of the dreadnought. He pointed his sharp gaze within inches of the human with a hard glare, and made the most of the raspy depths of his subvocals to send a clear message to the human. “What you have to tell the admiral you can tell us; we can relay the message to him personally, after all. Please, enlighten us on what dangers we currently face. The pirate fleet is in full retreat, and the ones without the sense to run are burning in their own graves.”
Pherios eyes flared and narrowed at the humans explanation, he did not posess Fenruix’s legendary patience. He once again grabbed the human by the collar and disengaged his biotics causing him momentary whiplash. And threw him to the ground.
“Enough games you mistake for an intelligent race.” Pherios grumbled as he grabbed a sidearm from one of the Marines holsters and pointed it at the humans head.
“The Admiral is not your asset or your Turian. Insult my patience again and you are going out of the airlock behind you.”
Pherios was in a rage, first the insult to his species and then to his role model and hero. He was seeing red and wanted retribution. The normally composed officer showing a strength and savegry reserved for infantry like he tapped into some buried part of himself.
The businessman fell on the ground with a loud curse and equally loud thud. “Christ’s sake, wasn’t speaking of him, muscle!” He yelled, holding his back. “Go tell your Admiral that due to my miswording you have an unvilling assassin onboard,” the man turned towards Fenriux. “And colony we are orbiting may be endangered by the armour of mine piloted by one of those bastards your strike team managed to let go. I might have fucked up a thing or two what does not make me unwilling to fix where I was wrong.”
Around that time Sergeant Raivvin managed to make his way through the crowd. Seeing short human left shock and awe on his face, as businessman spot him sticking out of the crowd.
“Speaking of the devil,” he raised his voice through the clenched teeth, “Dante, my dear, could you please tell Mr. Kuril here to GET OFF OF ME, please?”
Young turian gulped visibly. He dared not to move. “Pherios, sir, forgive my boldness. Could you please calm down and stand away from Mr. Fostergrant, sir?” He asked, uncertain.
Fenriux, silent for a brief moment, broke out in amused, cold laughter. Almost everyone in the crew stopped to stare at him; a vast majority of them had never heard anything close to the sort from their tactical officer. Pengian was included among their number. The raspy, harsh barks spoke of an impetuous behavior that was hitherto unseen among a tactician whose reputation was of stoic analysis with little to show in regard to his emotions.
“Sergeant Raivvin, you know this human? And he thinks he can demand anything from the Hierarchy because of that fact? Truly, humans will amuse me to no end!”
When he had managed to stifle his laugh to a harsh chuckle, he waved off to Pherios. “You are the local command here. I leave this human’s fate to your discretion, Lieutenant; I trust your judgment to be capable of resolving this issue without my need to intervene. We can establish the veracity of his claims later, one way or another.”
Pherios ignored the humans protest as he racked the slide on his firearm keeping it trained on the human below him. He suddenly whirled on Ravvin, wondering who attempted to intercede.
"Do I know you... Sergeant Ravvin? And why would you like to speak on the behalf of this... Human."
That is when he heard Fenruix's laugh and oddly it soothed him rather than strike him as overly odd. He collected himself and took a deep breath. Trying to focus his center, he re-engaged the safety on the gun in his hand and handed it back to Pengian.
"Make sure this finds it's proper owner, please"
He turned back to the human.
"You are lucky we have actual interrogators and I'm not going to bring myself to your people's level of extra-judicial killings. It's your lucky day"
Pherios turned to the Marines he brought with him and spun a claw in a circular motion.
"Wrap him up take our guest to a holding room. Ravvin you may accompany him if you wish. I'm done here." He cleared his throat