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, AT-12 Raider, 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 Phaeston assault rifle, with its high calibre barrel and enlarged thermal clip in his hands. Before the corpses had even hit the dirt, 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 worm-necks are on us, and we've only got one Hydra left. Make it happen!" Arnout ignored the message, and ran into the hallway of his target building, where he spotted several Husks coming down the stairs, the same stairs he had to go up. Without even bothering to aim, Arnout pointed his Phaeston at the Husks, and pulled the trigger. With a five second burst, Arnout's explosive rounds made short work of the Husks.

Skipping over the smouldering remains of the Husks and running up the stairs, Arnout ejected his thermal clip. With his adrenaline painfully high, he 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 bullets, slicing 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 the killed resistance fighters, 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 two 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's main square, which was big enough for a shuttle to land. He was headed for a building with a good vantage point, 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 military sniper 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 reply, as Arnout heard the gunfire coming closer.

Gerard was the first to round the corner to the square. He was holding his M-11 Wraith shotgun. Finding cover behind a garbage bin half a dozen Cannibals appeared in the street. Arnout emptied his Indra at them, killing four. "Two left. Make them shots count." Gerard cloaked, got up from behind the garbage bins and emptied his shotgun before his cloak deactivated.

Arnout radioed Gerard. "Nice way to break in some shiny, new, very pricy equipment, is it not?"  "O, shut up. A Marauder got threw my shields, and now I've got a bullet in my arm. Even after the medigel, it hurts like hell every time I shoot." "Get up here. The others will need support very soon."

Barely a minute later, Arnout had exchanged his Phaeston for a Krogan made Striker Assault Rifle, a fully automatic grenade launcher. Gerard had taken up position on the roof's edge, carefully laying down his N7 Valiant, ready to provide cover fire. Arnout had barely joined him, not even bothering to carefully position his rifle, when Mikey came running onto the square. "They are on our heels. Get ready."

Behind him, Rashid and Lars were trying to slow the tide of reaper forces pouring onto the square. Rashid signalled Lars to buy him time to build up biotic power. Lars, in response, spun round, shouldered his M-76 Revenant, produced a deafening roar, and emptied his rifle into the oncoming tide of enemies. Husk, Cannibals, Marauders and a Brute where ripped apart by Lars's explosive rounds.

You could see the mass effect fields shimmering around Rashid as he build up his power. Calmly walking out of Lars's shadow, Rashid raised his hand, the palm outward to the reaper forces. As he closed his hand, a huge singularity appeared, effectively blocking access to the square.

Rashid collapsed from fatique. Lars was prepared, and caught Rashid as he ran by, heading towards the rendezvous building. Surprisingly long lasting, the singularity sucked in several Husks and Cannibals, and allowed Rashid and Lars to safely get to cover.

When they got to the roof, Arnout was franticly trying to contact the shuttle. "Max! Max! Come in! Come in, goddammit! You're late, and we need extraction now!" Nothing but static cam back to Arnout. "Shit. Rashid, find a way off this roof. We'll hold position." Rashid, lying on his back, panting for breath, trying to regain some strength, shook his head. "Dude, I just laid down the biggest singularity of my life, the third of today. I'm not some damn Asari. Give me a break, would you?" Arnout flipped Rashid the finger, picked up his Striker and joined the rest of his team.

Gerard looked up from his firing position. Arnout gave him a thumps up, so Gerard got up too secure their fallback route. "Erh, guys? I think we got lucky." Gerard pointed to a small dot high in the sky. "Yep. It's an Alliance Shuttle!" He said, looking through the scope of his weapon. At that moment, their radios came to life. "Alliance N7 Special Ops team, ETA one minute. Hang in there!"

Over the course of their last minute on the ground, Arnout and his comrades depleted their entire stack of heatsinks, killing dozens of Reaper troops. The shuttle pilot was obviously experienced, as he didn't try to land on the roof, but hovered at the back of the building, with just centimetres between the shuttle and the edge of the roof.

Lars Helped Rashid up, while the others covered the retreat. Mikey had picked up Arnout's Pheaston, so Arnout could still use the Striker. Arnout fired his last Striker grenades off the edge of the roof, and started running towards the shuttle. He leaped over the hole where the stairs were and dropped his last pineapple grenades down the stairs. Before Arnout reached the shuttle, a plume of dust and the howling of Husks was his reward.

With his team completely worn out, lying in the shuttles seats, Arnout realised the shuttle's pilot wasn't Max. With one big step, Arnout reached the pilot. Arnout's matt black Carnifex appeared in his hand. Arnout pressed the extended barrel of his Carnifex into the back of the pilots head. "Who the fuck are you, and where the fuck is my pilot?" "If you don't mind, I'll just fly the shuttle, and not raise my hands, okay?" By now, the rest of the team had also drawn their weapons, more as an instinctive reaction, than to actually combat a threat. "Head to the Alliance ship in orbit. And don't try anything funny." Arnout pressed his gun into the pilots skin some more, to make his point. "Take it easy Arnout, I don't think he is Cerberus." Rashid, still being supported by Lars, placed his hand on Arnout's arm. "I'm Alliance Flight Lieutenant Dominic Zhang, and I used to be the Alliance contact for the Resistance here. Your pilot tried to save me and some resistance fighters. A Marauder got to him and the resistance guys before I could get the Marauder. I was the only one with shields and armour. I'm sorry."

Dominic bent forward in his seat, revealing bullet holes in his armour, and blood on the seat. Arnout snapped his Carnifex back into its holster, on his hip. "I believe you. For now."