Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/Fanfiction/Mass Effect/N7 Special Ops

Arnout: Class: Soldier, with Concussive Shot, Incendiary rounds Weapons: Pheaston ,M-90 Indra, M-11 Wraith, M-6 Carnifex

Rashid: Class: Adept, with Singularity, Throw, Pull Weapons: M-9 Tempest, Disciple, M-77 Paladin

Lars: Class: Soldier, with Concussive Shot, Incendiary rounds Weapons: M-76 Revenant, M-11 Wraith, M-6 Carnifex

Gerard: Class: Infiltrator, with Cryo Ammunition, Tactical Cloak, Sticky Grenade, Sabotage Weapons: N-7 Valiant, M-11 Wraith, M-6 Carnifex

Michael (Mikey): Class: Infiltrator, with Disruptor Ammunition, Tactical Cloak, Incinerate, Sabotage Weapons: N-7 Valiant, M-11 Wraith, M-6 Carnifex

Arnout gazed through his binoculars, and marked the cannibals looming around the target building, to make Gerard’s job easier. “Arnout.” The radio came to life. “We’ve got Harvesters incoming. Make it fast!” Arnout gave Gerard his binoculars back. “Copy. Maintain radio silence as much as possible.” He signalled with his hands to Gerard, who took up position by a window, while Arnout took up position by the exit downstairs. “Three, two, one, go!”

Gerard banged of three headshots with his sniper rifle. Arnout was standing at the ready with his Turian made Pheaston assault rifle, with its high calibre barrel and enlarged cooling unit in his hands. Before the corpses had hit the ground Arnout stormed through the door of the building they were hiding in, across the street, into the building they had been observing, mere milliseconds before the front of their hideout disintegrated from hostile fire.

From the other team came another radio message: “Arnout, thirty seconds before ‘’’six’’’ wormnecks are on us, and we’ve only got one Hydra left. Make it happen!” Arnout ignored the message, and ran into his target building, where he spotted several Husks coming down the stairs, the same stairs he had to go up. Without even bothering with aiming, Arnout pointed his Pheaston at the Husks, and pulled the trigger. With a five second burst, Arnout relied on his explosive rounds to make short work of the Husks.

Skipping over the smouldering remains of the Husks and running up the stairs, Arnout ejected his heatsink. With his adrenaline painfully high, Arnout burst into the room where the resistance HQ had been. Two Cannibals where waiting for him, but Arnout didn’t stop to shoot. Racing past the first Cannibal, Arnout’s rifle spit fire, cutting the Cannibal in half. Feeling rounds hit his shields; Arnout slightly adjusted his course, now heading straight for the second Cannibal. It apparently realised what was coming as it tried to dodge, but Arnout let go of his rifle with his right hand, and raised it. On his mental command, a red hot ceramic blade formed from his omnitool, and Arnout smashed the blade through the creature’s head.

Catching his breath, Arnout calmly looked around the room, and walked over to his objective; a resistance datacache. Next to the cache where the unarmored and unshielded remains of three farmers, only equipped with cheap Volus guns. Arnout saluted, his face grim, hidden behind his visor, and replenished his supplies.

After his omnitool finished downloading the data, Arnout picked up his rifle again, and exited the room. Taking a peek down the stairs, Arnout saw a couple of Cannibals standing by the door. Carefully taking aim, Arnout fired his concussive shot, knocking the Cannibals to the ground, and then sprayed them with bullets.

“Arnout, we took out tow of the Harvesters before they could land, but now we’ve got a Banshee on our ass. We need to get to the damn shuttle!” Arnout could hear the wail of the Banshee in the background. “Acknowledged. Gerard, cover their retreat, I’ll take up position near the extraction point. The shuttle should be enroute, E.T.A. ten minutes. ‘’’Run!’’’”

As Arnout stepped out the door, a few rounds hit his shields. He quickly found cover behind a burned out car. “Shit.” Arnout thought to himself. “I’ll just have to run for it.” Getting up, Arnout began sprinting down the street, keeping an eye on his shields, finding cover when they were low, killing Husk and Cannibals left and right as he ran by.

Arnout ran down the street, took a right and ran down another street, until he reached the town main square, which was big enough for a shuttle to land. He was headed for a building with a good vantage point, and which had been cleared just after they had landed. Heading up to the roof, Arnout pulled out his M-90 Indra, the only full automatic sharpshooter rifle in the galaxy.

The team had left a weapons cache on the roof, so Arnout had more than enough firepower at his disposal to cover the retreat of this team. “I’m there. Shuttle should be three minutes out.” “That’s good. We are getting closer!” Came the replied, as Arnout heard the gunfire coming closer.