MASS EFFECT 3: LEGENDARY EDITION (2021) dev. Bioware
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MASS EFFECT 3: LEGENDARY EDITION (2021) dev. Bioware
Hostage
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The incoming Alliance vessel opened fire on the pirates. Amador watched on the transport viewscreen as his traitorous crew were bombarded with devastating energy weapons. He knew he had lost the cargo, but there was some justice in the universe if his former friends were to be blown out of the sky.
Warm blood seemed to drip into his eye from the wound on his face. He attempted to blink it away, but found in his reflection that the origin of the bleeding was the eye itself. Red enveloped half of his vision. From his other eye he saw the Alliance ship blast the merc vessel apart, sending fiery debris cascading in all directions.
The comm chimed. A voice said: ‘This is SSV Triumph. Do you require assistance?’
Amador slammed the comm controls. ‘Negative. Thanks for the rescue.’
‘Please confirm your Alliance shipment ID, transport vessel.’
The merc hesitated. He knew he would never escape if he attempted to flee. He glanced over at the sealed door. With blood from his eye trickling down his face, he moved to unlock the cockpit. He emerged into the cargo hold where his terrified hostages were cowering in bio suits. Scanning their faces, he selected a young female who seemed to be assisting the others.
‘You,’ he barked. ‘Get in here.’
Hostage
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“Stay in the corner, stay down, stay quiet,” Amador advised the huddled, frightened passengers. “You won’t be harmed if you co-operate.”
His men began loading crates into the airlock while he kept watch over the hostages, hefty rifle in hand. Though the vessel was small, it was a valuable target; an Alliance medical transport, full of pharmaceutical supplies and with minimal protection. The raider gang was set to make a substantial profit from this.
As the last crate was carried out, Amador heard the sound of a door sealing shut. He glanced away from the hostages to see his hirelings disappear aboard their ship, along with the cargo.
He made a dash towards the airlock, but it was too late. The raiders had obviously been planning this; the ship was disengaging from the Alliance transport. Amador slammed his fist on the window, watching helplessly as his ship engaged engines and pulled away, taking his crew and bounty with it.
“Shit,” he hissed, running across the cargo hold for the cockpit. “Stay where you are!” he barked at his hostages. “Anyone tries anything, I’ll vent the whole aft of the fucking transport.”
He burst into the cockpit and slammed the door lock behind him, sealing him away from the rest of the vessel. Holstering his weapon, Amador threw himself into the pilot’s chair and activated the thrusters. His mutinous crew were retreating fast, but he wasn’t about to let them go so easily. He gave chase.
Grace watched the scene with wide, frightened eyes from her position among the hostages. Actual pirates. I can’t believe this is happening… One of the other medics was gripping her hand tightly - a young woman whom Grace had befriended during the excursion. She squeezed it reassuringly, despite the cold fear in her heart.
The anger of their captor at the sudden turn of events was all the more terrifying. Having been betrayed by his men, the fierce-looking man seemed intent on pursuing them. Grace realised she was holding her breath, and let it out in a shuddering rush as the man disappeared into the cockpit and locked the door behind him.
Her young friend turned to her with tears in her eyes. “What’s going to happen to us?”
Grace fought to get the words out: “I… I don’t think he wants t-to hurt us…”
“Are you an idiot?” snapped one of the male crew members. “He’s going to kill us once this is over!”
“Oh God!” wailed another hostage.
The transport vessel made a sudden lurch into motion as the engines fired up. Frightened gasps and cries passed through the small crew.
“What’s happening?”
Amador knew his crew, and he knew the end game; bounty secured, they were planning to blow him to hell along with the hostages. The Alliance transport was no match for the pirate frigate, but Amador refused to accept that. He activated the shields - for what little protection they provided - and prepared to initiate evasive maneuvers, as the raiders brought their vessel around for an attack.
The first shot missed. Silver energy streaked overhead, lighting the viewscreen but never making contact with the hull. Amador put the transport into a nose dive as the canon powered up again. The blast sheared the starboard wing and the vessel shuddered as if in pain. Amador tried to roll it aside from the next attack, but the transport was far less responsive than the ships he had previously piloted. The canon laser struck, sending a power surge throughout the system which blew one of the bridge consoles. Pain erupted beneath Amador’s skin as he was caught in the face by a searing electric discharge.
As he struggled to right himself in the pilot’s chair, amid the ringing in his ears and the smoke rising from the burned out navicom, he realized that the raiders had ceased firing. He squinted through the pain to see the viewscreen. An Alliance patrol vessel had dropped from FTL speeds and was engaging the attacking frigate, apparently trying to protect their transport.
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