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theroguesniper
Of course it's the damn mandible brain and his God-forsaken Sheep-herder that are going to save the universe. Neither Regina or Killian are idiots (or would prefer to be enslaved by a bunch of flying space-roaches--even more grotesque and barbaric, Regina's come to intimately find, than the ones that would frequently find their way into their hulls) so it's no surprise to either of the pirates that they find their backs pressed in a decrepit city building on Earth, of all places. They're keeping tally of their kills in smirks and jabs, and Jones' gun is raised, leg wounded, Regina's arm up and protecting both of them when her eyes flick to check their flank and spot...them. The poster children for the rebellion.
The golden trio is pushing through a line of husks when one of those disgusting--what was the childish army moniker? Ravagers? How barbaric--swoops into the field. The soldier slams right, the Commander goes center, and Regina notes a clean shot from the sniper (good shot, Vakarian) down field into the mass. Jones pulls down into cover and they both drop in fluid motion when a beam bursts above their head. They're surrounded, focusing on pushing through, and none of them have noticed the Ravager.
He looks towards the trio, voice rumbling from exhaustion, head resting against the brick. "They're wide open." It's a good distance away--on top of the roof scape across. Fifteen seconds. He won't be able to make the jump across with the wound in his leg and she'll...be leaving Jones wide open, if he can't get back to cover.
They could both, she's sure, use cigarettes, and her eyes knowingly flick towards him before he shoots up and she starts running towards the infuriating heroes. He shoots two to her left while she slams one to her right, the smell of ash only accompanying the sounds of screaming. The biotic leaps across the distance with half a second to spare, hand raising, a biotic field covering the trio the moment a heavy beam raises to her left--directly behind them, rolling on the ground, skidding, growling.
Her barrier holds and they're saved, at least. For now.
Their soldier hits two more, the commander ducks, and Vakarian flicks around to cover her, protected by the shield for a moment, but she's exhausted from the jump--from the past day--her eezo shield crackles and breaks when a Marauder hops up from cover.
Sniper-- Killian in her ear, calm but his voice cracking and Regina curses under her breathless breath.
No biotics, her gun in Killian's lap across a building, and a universe for these three idiots to save, and Regina finds herself leaping in front of Vakarian before she can even process why the hell she decided that leaving their ship was a good idea in the first place.
A bullet sears through her shoulder before it can hit the turian in the head, body swaying from the impact, fingers curling into his armor with a grunt, all four of them finally falling to more reasonable cover, a clear bang preceding Jones' stressed request for her status. He took out the marauder, undoubtedly, and she hopes he has the sense to fall back into cover, himself. Regina blinks, gaze dark, feeling the poison tip of the slug burn straight through her left shoulder. It's hardly the first time she's been shot. And it'll hardly be the last, today, the pain curling up her spine dulled by the look of surprise in the Turian's eyes, hovering over her.
And here she thought he was getting hard to surprise, these days. It's nice.
She's disgusted when someone claims that she's a soldier down. "I swear to whatever bug-brained God you believe in, Vakarian," She points a shaking hand up towards him, scowling, voice weak but sharp, "If you ever mention a word about this again. I will fucking set you on fire." Oh, and she means it. They're hovering. The universe is ending--the world, from this angle, appears to be on fire--and she can hear Killian cursing in her ear in a way that makes her lips tuck up in the saddest of smiles.
Perhaps Daniel would be proud of her, now. Regina smiles.
And then realizes they're all still here.
"Well don't sit here and gawk at me." She snaps after noting that Garrus is pressing his grime-covered little talons against her wounds--she'll die of infection at this rate, not bleeding out. Killian won't make the jump across and her body sags into the ground, sighing--coughing--careful not to lose the edge to her voice. "Go be a lapdog and help the sheep-herder save the universe, you imbecile."
