#CultistCompound – March 18, 2015

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Athorus follows Mendez towards the building, Phaeston in hand. (Vasquez)

Mendez pauses once he reaches the building and readies his shotgun. He taps the interface and shoulders the weapon, ready to blast anything behind the door.

Steve leans against one of the prefab shelters, allowing his SMG to hang loosely at his side as he watches the cliff-door.

The door opens up into a short hallway, as is standard for these prefab bases. The hallway goes sideways and has another door on the opposite wall. (Vasquez)

Bayani jogs up to the building, causing his various weapons to clank. (Vasquez)

Mendez enters the building, not bothering to wait for Tarlon. He swings his shotgun from side to side and approaches the next door, repeating the proccess to open the door. "Pick up the pace!" he calls back.

Tarlon lets the heavily armoured people go in first and sneaks in after them, keeping his omni-tool ready.

Bayani takes up position next to Mendez and swings around into the doorframe as soon as the door opens - and immediately takes a shot to the head, coating the wall behind him in blood and causing his limp body to fall backwards onto the floor. In the large room is a set of furniture, much of it overturned for cover, and several cultists. One of them, on the walkway above is holding a Mantis. Several cultists open fire with (Vasquez)

Avengers from their positions behind tables. (Vasquez)

Tarlon yelps and dives for cover.

Mendez slams his body against the doorframe opposite of Bayani as rounds begin flying. He leans out and takes a quick pair of shots with his shotgun at the cultists on the lower level.

Steve smirks and shakes his head as he hears the gunfire break out. "Idiots are gonna get themselves killed..." he mutters to himself.

Athorus moves up to take a position on the side where Bayani was. He glances at the body and then gathers biotic energy before swinging around the corner and quickly pulling one of the cultists out of cover before dodging back. (Vasquez)

Athorus. Sniper, second level! Get him off the walkway!

Tarlon sniffs in disapproval and pulls out a flat projector disk, tossing it out to skim along the floor towards the back of the room, where it sends out a well-programmed holographic salarian image that behaves remarkably like Tarlon himself - that is, jumpy and nervous.

One of the cultists on the walkway notices the hologram and cries out. "What the fuck - they've got cloaks! Behind you!" Three of the lower-level cultists turn to face the holographic image, opening fire and quickly realizing just how stupid they are. Two are still firing at the doorway and one is floating around. (Vasquez)

Tarlon snickers and uses the distraction to peek out of cover and fire a shield overload at one of them.

Athorus nods and pops around the corner again, trying to drag the sniper out of cover, but he is interrupted by a shot which brings down his shields, causing him to take cover again. The sniper quickly fires another shot at Mendez' arm, which is still visible due to his size. (Vasquez)

Mendez ' arm is nailed by the sniper round, causing his shields to fizzle. He leans away from the door in surprise. "The sniper, Athorus!" he repeats, reaching for a frag grenade, "Soon as it detonates, get him off the walkway!" He leans into the doorway and underhands the activated grenade towards the cultists behind cover before pulling back behind the doorframe.

One of the cultists is struck by an overload, causing her shields to fry - it seems to take her a moment to realize what's happened. The other two that were distracted turn back to the door only to find themselves looking at a grenade. The explosion takes out two of them - and the floating one ends up with several fragments lodged in him before falling to the floor. The three cultists cultists remaining below are briefly forced into (Vasquez)

cover by the grenade, but soon pop out and resume firing. (Vasquez)

Athorus moves out of cover yet again and yanks the sniper off the walkway - he floats for a brief moment before falling to the ground with a crack. (Vasquez)

Mendez remains in cover for a few more moments as his shields recover. At the first sign of a lull in the gunfire, he swings back into the doorway and unloads the rest of his thermal clip at the cultists.

Tarlon tsks and uses his Omni-tool to get the layout of the room and position of the enemies without having to leave cover to look. Then he taps a few keys to get the little holoprojection moving. It's still projecting, even if it's being ignored, and the holographic image mirrors the movement, walking around with an acceptable degree of realism.

One of the remaining cultists pop out of cover only to be struck by a blast from Mendez' shotgun, sending her back down. The other two stay behind the shot-up furniture, one of them blind-firing his Predator over it. (Vasquez)

Tarlon moves his hologram closer to the two remaining enemies, close enough that its flailing would get annoying and distracting.

One of the non-firing cultists swats his gun at the hologram. "What the-... I can't see anything!" (Vasquez)

Mendez pops a fresh thermal clip into his weapon and gives a glance towards the drell. "Cover me!" he instructs as he swings into the door and charges towards one of the two remaining enemies, lowering his shoulder in an attempt at running the furniture they're behind into them.

Tarlon taps a button and the hologram projector blows up right in the cultist's face.

Athorus leans out of the doorway and fires off a couple of bursts with his Phaeston. (Vasquez)

Two of the cultists are caught in the explosion, tossing them to the ground. The third jumps out of cover just as Mendez is about to slam in to the table, trying to slam him with the butt of his rifle. (Vasquez)

Tarlon chuckles to himself. "Hah! Thought it was harmless, did you?" He peeks out of cover to see what's left.

Mendez is caught by the rifle butt, however it doesn't do much to slow the large man down, especially considering his armor. He responds to the attack by swinging his shotgun like a club at the cultist's head.

The cultist drops to the floor after being smashed with the shotgun. (Vasquez)

Mendez rolls his shoulders and glances around the room. "Well done." he says, returning to the doorway. He looks down at Bayani's dead body with a grunt. "With all those weapons you would think he could afford a shield..."

Athorus moves into the room with his rifle raised, lowering it as no more cultists pop out. (Vasquez)

Tarlon performs a scan before leaving cover, just in case.

The room appears clear. (Vasquez)

Mendez crouches down and 'relieves' Bayani of his weapons, holstering them on himself.

(Comms) Man down. Bayani took a shot to the dome.

Tarlon gets out of cover and watches Mendez with some concern. "Irreverence aside, do not recommend weighing yourself down too much."

Mendez gives a shrug. "I'll be fine." he says, re-entering the room the cultists were in. He gives a look around the room to get a general layout. "We'll load his body into the truck once we're sure this building is secure. Wouldn't want to leave one of our own on this planet."

The rain is pouring down on Steve, and the lightning strikes are more frequent. (Vasquez)

Yes. Recommend checking rest of compound first, though.

The room has one other door, as well as a a stairway up to the walkway above, as is standard for prefab shelters of this type. (Vasquez)

Steve glances up towards the sky, sort of enjoying the rainfall. He gives a short chuckle as he hears Bayani's fate. A smug smile crosses his lips. "Asshole was all talk." he mutters.

(Comms) ...kzzt... krrr... zzzg...

Mendez moves over to the door. "Tarlon, Athorus. Check upstairs." he orders as he reaches out and taps the door's interface.

Tarlon sniffs and cautiously sneaks up the stairs.

Athorus proceeds up the stairs with his gun ready. (Vasquez)

(Comms) I don't have the slightest idea what yer' tryin' to say, Chief. All broken up on my end.

The door slides open, revealing a room with several lockers, a computer console, and more importantly, a group of five children (four humans and a turian) ranging from six to twelve in age. They all stare at Mendez, most of them cowering behind the oldest. (Vasquez)

Mendez stomps into the room and looks over the children. He shakes his head and mutters something abour hating kids under his breath. He crouches down and looks over the kids, attempting his best friendly smile... which still leaves him pretty grumpy-looking. "Hi." he says, "What are you doing back here?"

None of the children seem particularly keen on speaking, backing away from Mendez. It is quite clear they are intimidated by him. (Vasquez)

Athorus reaches the top of the stairs and starts moving across the walkway towards the door at the end - he stops to grab the Mantis rifle and a thermal clip from the dead sniper. (Vasquez)

Tarlon hears Mendez talking to someone and curiously makes his way over there, peeking into the room.

Mendez stares at the oldest child that the others are hiding behind. "You." he says, "Where are your parents? Do they live here?"

The oldest child, a human girl of circa twelve, just stares at Mendez, more defiantly and perhaps less frightened than the others. (Vasquez)

Tarlon tsks disapprovingly.

Unsuitable way of speaking to children. Likely traumatized, frightened by gunfight.

Athorus only now seems to realize that Tarlon is not covering his back anymore. He stops and looks around for the salarian. (Vasquez)

Mendez glances back at Tarlon with a frown. "Then you try!" he insists. He stands up and folds his arms across his chest as he takes a few steps back from the children.

Tarlon blinks his large oval eyes in some confusion, looking at the children with a mildly perplexed expression. "Umm... Hello."

The children look at Tarlon, more with curiosity than fear, but they remain huddled together - it may be they have not even seen a salarian before. (Vasquez)

Tarlon scratches between his cranial horns, uncertain what to do with the children. "Here to, ah... help. I think. Not entirely certain who. Getting attacked a lot."

The children do not say anything, some of them have returned to looking at Mendez. (Vasquez)

Mendez gives an amused grunt. "Yeah. You're doing so much better."

The turian takes a step forward, looking past Mendez at the dead bodies, which causes him to back up against the wall again, staring at the floor. (Vasquez)

Yes, yes. Should help. Probably herded in here for protection, best fighters to keep watch. Unfortunate, but none of us like getting shot.

Mendez follows the turian's gaze. "We killed them all. You're safe now." he grunts, "....Unless those were your parents. In which case, you should know they were crazy." he says, as if that should be reassuring.

Tarlon facepalms.

Of course they were parents. Foolish human.

The children are frozen in place, most of them looking at the floor. (Vasquez)

Highly aggressive cult, children probably indoctrinated to think of outsiders as evil.

Tarlon sniffs disapprovingly.

Mendez furrows his brow. "You don't know that. These could be children they kidnapped for brainwashing. Or experiments. Maybe they were going to turn them into those-..." he pauses, attempting to recall the name Halisi gave, "husks! For all we know, they could even be food."

Tarlon tsks.

Compound obviously home of cultists. Natural to have families here. Also natural to protect families, explains why defenders did not attack until building was breached.

Athorus is keeping an eye on the unopened door while Tarlon and Mendez talk. (Vasquez)

The hell are we supposed to do with them?

The thunder seems to get louder, but only for a brief moment - had Steve been looking up he might have caught a hint of movement in the clouds. (Vasquez)

Suggest getting them out of here. Fanatical cult not healthy environment to raise children in.

Not to mention there's no one left to raise them. We killed them all.

Mendez sighs. "Alright kids, we're going for a ride. Let's go." he says, waving them towards the door.

Tarlon scratches his head.

The kids do actually start moving when instructed to - most of them are still looking down at the floor. (Vasquez)

All right. Um. Mean you no harm. Meant none of these people any harm, but they tried to kill us. Can't stay here. Can take you with us, find you somewhere to stay. Acceptable, yes?

Mendez smiles when he realizes it's actually working. "See?" he says, glancing at the salarian. He follows behind the children. "Somewhere without all the scary monsters." he adds to Tarlon's statement, feeling as though he's really getting the hang of this.

Athorus glances down over the edge of the walkway. "Are you done down there? We haven't cleared all of the building yet." (Vasquez)

Tarlon looks up at the drell. "Well, suggest you find psych counselor for traumatized children, then."

Athorus looks down at the children, clearly a bit confused. "What-... where did-..." (Vasquez)

Mendez glances up at the drell. "Children of the cultists, it seems." he says, "Take them to the truck, Tarlon. I'll assist Athorus."

All right. Um. Follow me, please.

Tarlon tentatively walks in the general direction of the exit, then stops to check if the children are following.

The kids follow after Tarlon without protest. (Vasquez)

Mendez makes his way up to the walkway, shotgun in hand, and takes a position beside Athorus. "Would much rather get shot at than deal with kids." he admits.

Athorus smirks faintly, but then catches himself after glancing at one of the corpses. He shakes his head and moves up to the door, giving Mendez a glance to make sure he is ready before slamming the holographic interface. (Vasquez)

Tarlon leads the kids to the truck, then opens the door and peers inside. "Um. Not very comfortable in here, but safe, yes?"

Mendez gives a nod, leveling his shotgun at the door.

Steve pushes away from the wall and puts his arms out as he sees Tarlon with his Merry Band of Mini-cultists as if to say 'What the fuck is this?' He takes a few steps towards the salarian, "Uh.... What are you doin'? Who are these lil' turds?"

The door slides open to an office. A human man with graying brown hair and a short beard sits behind a desk, looking at the two. He is wearing something similar to a piece of white formalwear. He makes no attempt to reach for a weapon or similar. (Vasquez)

The children hide behind Tarlon upon Steve's agressive remarks. (Vasquez)

Rescued from compound. Suggest using child-appropriate language.

I said 'turd'.

Precisely.

Jasper hops out of the truck as he sees Tarlon approaching. "Whoa, what's goin' on?" he asks, but quickly hurries towards the back of the truck. "Ain't 'nuff room for them to sit comfortably in the cab. Let's get 'em into the back." he offers, lending a hand to the closest kid.

Steve sighs and shakes his head. "We doin' charity now?"

Yes. Suggest they could use some kindness. Not accustomed to dealing with children.

The children start getting in to the truck, the youngest struggling a bit. Eventually they are all seated. They remain close to each other. (Vasquez)

Tarlon shakes his head sadly.

Jasper does his best to help all the kids into the truck, hopping in after them to assist with getting them all situated. He takes a seat close to the tailgate. "Ya'll are gon' be alright." he assures them, "Now, I know it's a bit cold out here, but we don't really have any blankets. Any of you got coats or anything? We could get 'em from 'yer house 'fer ya."

Mendez steps into the room, settling his shotgun on the man. "Move and you're dead." he commands. "Athorus, check him for weapons."

Father Marchal smiles unnervingly. "I have no interest in fighting you. It is clear my soldiers have failed. It matters not." (Vasquez)

Athorus slowly moves up to the human, patting him for a weapon. He removes a pistol from the man and then looks at Mendez. "Done." (Vasquez)

Your words aren't very reassuring considering we just fought an entire compound of yours.

None of the children respond to Jasper - they stay away from eye contact as well. (Vasquez)

Tarlon turns to Jasper, trying to whisper so the children don't hear. "Heavily traumatized, suspect parents killed in attack."

Jasper looks over to Tarlon with a saddened expression. "Damn shame things had to go this way." he sighs.

Tarlon nods.

Well... hope they can have better life now. Maybe boarding school?

Mmhmm. We'll find a place for 'em.

Father Marchal chuckles slightly. "I do not need you to be reassured. The others have reached the Sacrarium. They will join us soon." (Vasquez)

Jasper reaches into a pocket on his dirty coveralls and produces a pack of gum. He extends it towards the closest child. "Here ya go." he offers gently, "Go 'head."

Mendez furrows his brow. "What are you talking about?"

The child looks at the offer for a while before eventually taking a piece of gum, not saying anything as he starts to chew. (Vasquez)

Jasper gives a big toothy smile and a bit of a chuckle. He extends the pack towards the next child with a nod. "C'mon. 'Nuff 'fer alla ya."

Doubt they would like salarian snacks. Humans always disturbed by idea of eating insects. Very strange.

Tarlon scratches his head thoughtfully.

Anything in the houses you need? Blankets, coats, food, maybe favourite stuffed toy you don't want to leave behind?

Father Marchal smiles. "They will see the truth... or be made to see it. The Revelator will make sure." (Vasquez)

Two more of the children grab some gum, but none of them respond to Tarlon. (Vasquez)

Tarlon shrugs.

Best I can do, I'm afraid.

Mendez looks completely confused by the man's gibber-jabbering. "Who are you people? Why are you doing this?"

Jasper gives Tarlon a shrug. "Sounds like a plan." he says, "How 'bout I go with ya? See if we can get some stuff to keep 'em warm?"

Tarlon frowns and peers over at Steve. "Don't feel comfortable leaving them alone with that one."

Father Marchal stares at Mendez. "Why? ...why? Because they are coming, and once they get here, we will be rewarded infinitely, while those of you that resisted are cut down. You do not fight them. You submit. You serve." (Vasquez)

Jasper glances past Tarlon at Steve. He grabs the rim of his cap and fiddles with it a bit. "Fair enough point. He ain't playin' with a full deck a' cards. Tell ya what, I'll stay here an' make sure they're alright. You see what you can round up. Sound good?"

Yes, of course. Will be back as soon as I can.

Tarlon gives the kids a nervous smile and then hops off the back of the truck and makes his way back to the prefab housing.

Steve keeps his gaze locked on Tarlon. "The hell are we supposed to do with them?"

Mendez takes a couple steps towards Father Marchal, pushing his shotgun into the man's face. "Whatever you have planned for the rest of my team, you call it off. Now."

Tarlon shrugs at Steve.

See to it they have a better life than this.

Father Marchal doesn't lose his smile. "I am but a servant. It is already underway." (Vasquez)

It's not our problem.

Steve sighs loudly, frustrated at having another burden.

Mendez crosses the room and reaches across the desk, clasping a gauntleted hand on the man's throat. "Call. It. Off." he demands.

Is now. Not your problem anyway. Rest of us more compassionate.

Father Marchal doesn't really seem fazed. (Vasquez)

Mendez pushes the man away harshly.

(Comms) Alpha. Bravo. They know you're there. It's a trap. You need to pull back.

(Comms) ...

Tarlon turns away from Steve and enters the nearest prefab building, looking for anything the children might need or want - blankets, clothes, food, toys.

Blankets and clothes are plentiful, but there is not much in the way of food or toys. (Vasquez)

Tarlon picks up some blankets and sorts through the clothes to see if there is anything in children sizes.

Father Marchal sits in his chair with a satisfied smile, looking as Mendez fails to contact the other squads. (Vasquez)

There is indeed clothing in children's sizes. (Vasquez)

Tarlon picks up whatever he can find, not really very discerning about it, and then makes his way back to the truck with his arms full of stuff.

Jasper reaches out, lending a hand towards the salarian to help him into the truck.

Steve snorts loudly. "You're a skinny lil fucker, but I don't think that's gonna fit ya." he teases, a big grin on his face.

Tarlon hands Jasper his stuff and just shakes his head at Steve's comment.

Jasper begins laying the things out on the bench and looks over at the children. "Alright." he says as he begins distributing blankets and coats, "This oughtta keep ya warm."

Mendez stares at the man, nostrils flaring. He reaches out and grabs the man by the collar, lifting him from his seat, and pulls him over the desk. He tosses him to the ground and points his shotgun at him. "Get up!" he orders.

The children are largely unresponsive, but accept the blankets. (Vasquez)

Father Marchal is tossed to the floor, and then starts getting to his feet slowly. He does not appear intimidated. (Vasquez)

Did not find food, but should not be a problem, can get plenty at town.

Mendez keeps the weapon pressed to the side of the man's head. "Move." he demands, nodding towards the door.

Father Marchal shows no intention of moving, remaining on the spot. (Vasquez)

Jasper gives a nod and a smile. "I ain't able to get in touch with the Chief right now. Seems like this weather is bringin' all sortsa hell down on the communication equipment. Hope they're alright."

Mendez grips the back of the man's neck tightly and urges him forward. "Move!" he repeats.

Yes, having some communication trouble. Should be all right though, they have krogan with them.

Jasper fiddles with the brim of his cap once more and nods. "Yeah.... Yeah. They know what they're doin'." he agrees, "Just don't like bein' out of communication with 'em like this. Call me a worry-wart."

Oh, always worry. Jason has knack for getting in trouble.

Jasper snorts loudly. "Ain't that the truth. That boy is a handful."

Father Marchal does not move. (Vasquez)

Mendez shoves him towards the door and grips the shotgun with both hands.

Father Marchal starts moving without saying anything. (Vasquez)

Quite, quite. Seems blessed with considerable luck, though, always seems to survive somehow.

Mendez follows right behind the man, giving him a shove in the desired direction every now and then to urge him out the front door.

I suppose that's somethin'. If 'yer gon' find 'yerself in a bad situation all the time, might as well have luck on 'yer side, right? Hope the rest of 'em can say the same...

Certainly hope so. Shall see.

Father Marchal moves out of the building in silence. (Vasquez)

Mendez pushes the man over towards the truck and gives him a hard shove, aiming to knock him to the ground. "Stop."

Steve scoffs. "First a bunch of kids and now this? We ain't running no refuge camp. You do know that, right?"

Father Marchal falls to the ground with a grunt. (Vasquez)

Mendez glares over at Steve. "Not your call. The Chief will decide what to do with him."

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