Not another step! On the ground. Now!
#HuntingTime – August 29, 2013
Steve nods and sidesteps around the man, careful to keep his distance. "The storage? Now we're getting somewhere. Where is the storage?" he says, sighting in on the man's leg with the Predator. "Keep in mind. Your life depends on us successfully finding our gear, so don't fuck with me."
Steve glances back at the krogan quickly. "Wasting time? Your girlfriends over there bleeding out on the floor, and you think finding the only medi-gel in this place is a 'waste of time'?" he gives a short strained chuckle. "Real winner you got here, Iressa."
"This pyjak doesn't HAVE medigel. And he's not going to give us our gear, either. We need to get out of here and find it."
Steve keeps his gaze locked on the guard. "He doesn't have a choice. He needs the medi-gel worse than we do..."
Renala looks down at Iressa after not haring any reaction from her, still having one hand underneath her to put pressure on the wound. "Hey. You still with us?"
Steve pulls the trigger, resights, and squeezes again, firing a shot into each of the man's legs. "For your sake, you better not be lying." he says.
Bandit: You-... ngh... you know you're fucked now, right? They're gonna shoot you on sight. Me-... fuck... ngh... I could've gone ahead. Jackass.
Steve plants a knee on the man's back and presses the pistol to his head with one hand. "You'd be surprised how quickly you can bleed out from a shot to the leg." he says, patting the man down for anything useful with his free hand, "We die. You die. Pretty simple."
Bandit: Guess I'm already dead then. The bandit twists his neck enough to look up at Steve. He laughs again, rather quietly.
Tyranniac| The bandit has an omni-tool in one of his pockets, as well as small mechanical part, a half-empty canister of omni-gel and a deck of cards.
Steve removes the items from the man's pockets and slides them across the floor near Renala and Iressa. Re-entering the cell, he quickly moves across the room to Darsk, hesitating for a moment once he reaches him. "Remember... We're in this together." he reminds the krogan before stepping closer and grabbing the chain. He gives the chain a slight tug, testing it for a moment.
Renala glances at the omni-tool. "I'll take a look at the omni-tool afterwards," she says, remaining where she is. "Maybe it got the programs necessary to disable the collars on me and Iressa."
Steve stands to the side of the krogan and grabs ahold of the chain, pulling it taught. He gives the krogan one last look as he raises the Predator and fires a shot into the chain.
Steve sighs. "Alright..." He repeats the process, pulling the chain taught and once again firing into it, doing his best to place the round as close as he can to the previous.
Steve raises the pistol, steadying it with both hands. "Keep it still!" he instructs as he aims down the sights.
Renala watches the attempt at breaking the krogan free, sighing relieved once they're done as she not sure how far away any of the other bandits are..
Steve follows the krogan to the others and takes a seat on the ground beside Renala and Iressa. "I'll stay with her, Ren... You check out that omni-tool. See what you can get off it." he says, setting the pistol beside the asari.
Darsk spits on Will's corpse, then mutters to the second bandit. "Heh. You're in luck." He looks up towards the stairs
Renala looks up at Darsk. "We need medi-gel," she says before looking at Steve. "Alright, but apply pressure to the wound to buy her time." She pauses, and gently removes her finger from the wound and pulls her hand out. She stands up and wipes off the blood on her plastic bag, worried about the amount of blood she has lost, before wandering over to the omni-tool and picking it up. She tries to activate it.
We have to move. I'll check the stairs and see if anyone's coming. Do you think Pyjak here was telling the truth?
Steve replaces Renala's hand with his own as soon as removes hers. A spurt of blood runs between his fingers as he applies pressure to the wound. "You're gonna be fine." he says.
Iressa snorts as the asari is replaced by a rather unwelcomed face. She averts her gaze almost immediately.
Tyranniac| Darsk would see a tunnel stretching out in both directions. To the right, ending with a drill, and to the left ending with a large metal door. There are three other side-exits, one to the right and two to the left.
Steve mutters as the krogan leaves without providing any assistance or taking the pistol. "Ren... Can you give me a hand? A sleeve, or a pantleg... Something."
Darsk returns down the stairs. "Looks like the coast is clear. I'll take the pistol and take a run for our gear, if I can. With any luck, I'll be back with our medi-gel."
Renala | "Omni-tool's not locked," she says before putting the omni-tool down gently on the ground. She walks over to the guards, looking over them for the least bloodied part of clothing.
Steve nods to the krogan and nods to the pistol on the ground at his side. "Wasn't really in the frame of mind to count shots, so be careful."
Tyranniac| The guard has a small knife in his boot as well as a pack of cigarettes, an omni-tool and a comb in his pockets.
Darsk picks up the knife and returns up the stairs, careful to check around the corner again before proceeding
Renala crouches beside said t-shirt and begins ripping it up into several long strips of cloth. She stands up and walks over to Steve, handing him eight bits of clothing in varying sizes, but all should cover a bullet hole well.
Steve begins tying the strips cloth together. The lack of pressure on the wound causes small spurts of blood to erupt from it. Working as quickly as possible, he lifts Iressa's shoulders slightly and ties the makeshift tourniquet around her shoulder, pulling the knot tightly before placing his hand over the wound once again. "That should do it."
Renala walks back to where the omni-tool is and picks it up. She continues tapping on the interface, looking through its programs to see if anything might be relevant to the collar on her, or any lock.
Tyranniac| The omni-tool mostly seems to have some entertainment media, a standard short-range comms system as well as one oddity: A melee combat program.
Renala sighs. "Just some media, comms and some kind of melee combat program," she announces the findings. "Did the other guard have an omni-tool?"
Iressa lays still, not returning her gaze to him either out of defiance or being too far removed from the situation.
Steve shifts slightly and adjusts Iressa, doing his best to keep her head propped up. "Come on... You need to work with me here. We need to keep you conscious."
Iressa blinks slowly, resigned to conserving all remaining energy for sheer lack of any other options.
Renala takes the omni-tool with a nod, "Thanks." She quickly enables its interface, and given it works, tries to access it.
Tyranniac| The omni-tool is accessible. It has only some media, communications, some basic repair programs and a lighter program.
Steve sighs and watches the others. "She's not looking so good... We need to get that medi-gel quickly."
Renala tries to check if the omni-tool has any means of checking and connecting to other wireless devices. "Yeah," she says before looking at Darsk. "Is the locked door you mentioned the only one leading from the room up there?"
Renala | "Doesn't seem like it," she says to Steve before looking up at the krogan. "Presumably? Could you check the rooms?"
Darsk ascends the stairs again, crosses the tunnel, and descends the stairs directly across from the holding chamber
Tyranniac| What greets Darsk is another cell, similar to the one he came from. There are two people in the cell, both chained to the wall with their backs towards the exit. One is a human and one is an asari. Both are mostly hanging limp in their chains, but the human looks over her shoulder when she hears Darsk approach the cell.