The War Pig Effect Chapter 7: Meetings, a Star. Craft + Mass Effect Crossover fanfic. CE, 0. 54. 5 hours.. Omega, Hell's Teeth. First Contact.. There was an emergency meeting that very minute, held at the void deck. Mot of the War Pigs wanted answers they did Aria sell them out, to this John Shepard and from what the extranet said, he was an Alliance N7- Commando, first human Spectre and.. Upon noticing the room was now silent, and that awkward feeling he was being watched, Falks paused, shooed the Ghost away before addressing the 3.
Aria's been good to us, fuck that, Omega's been good to us, why should we give this life up to working for some Government asshole, who's officially dead to the galaxy, shit runs deeper than this man, we're gonna be jump into a world of shit, way above our paygrade! Falks waited until the questioning stops before resuming. However, when one of the Pigs asked one more question, it was totally an unexpected one, ? I'll radio ahead and tell her you're coming.. Ok, proceed. During said conversation, Aria was unwilling to give up an asset that had further clamp her grip over Omega, not to mention she had invested much on them. StarCraft II -- Protoss wiki at IGN: walkthroughs, items, maps, video tips, and strategies. Aiur Storm This was a pretty great game where the team had a lot of fun together! One of the funniest games I have played thanks to the. IGN is the StarCraft comic book resource with reviews, news, features, images and release dates. Nevertheless, she relented after Cerberus offered to pay her 2 Billion credits, half the price it took to bring Shepard back from the dead. The deed was done with a handshake, all that was left was for Aria to ping her ex- employees. Franklin Toretto doesn't sound very happy over the brief exchange but, he took it rather well, Aria bid the guests good luck as they left for Hell's Teeth. Worst of all, they all had the feeling they were being watched, how true they were, for atop one of the run- down buildings were a couple of heavy suited mercenaries, their Navy blue coloring melting the outlines of their power armor nicely with the shadows. One of them opened communications by blink- clicking his HUD.? All of a sudden dozens of armored forms, emerged from their hiding places, the suits they wore was HUGE, as tall as a Krogan, as armored as Krogan but definitely meaner and definitely scarier. One of them raised the helmet revealing a human face, somewhere between the age of 2. They're more like rednecks in space!' thought Shepard. Miranda glanced at Shepard, Shepard glanced back before nodding. She lowered and holstered her pistol with a sigh. Shepard was holstering his weapons to his suit when the same guy that addressed them called out. Shepard didn't like it anymore than his squadmates does, entering hostile territory, led by strangers, much less to the galaxy, who knows what kind of danger awaits in Hell's Teeth?'We're on the highway to hell now,' he thought. There, done, Rn. R plz. The War Pig Effect Chapter 3: Introductions, a Star. Craft + Mass Effect Crossover fanfic. CE, 1. 92. 5 hours. Omega, Terminus Systems. A platoon of War Pigs from Char in a desperate holdout gets transported to Omega when the xel-naga artefact activates, being War Pigs they go around offering services. Eric Krestel, 2. 5, a local from Earth's North American Sector sat on the wet gravel flat his ass, gobsmacked. The briefcase was wet in his hands. His traumatized mind was trying to rationalize what in god's name just happened. One moment there were Blue Suns, fucking around with him and the next they all lie on the ground in pieces. He sat there in the dark alley decorated with bodies squinting and panting. Squinting to find his saviours who lurks in the shadows and panting at all the adrenaline pumped into his system, if he were any older, his heart would just stop beating. There was the sound of metal stomping on alien alloy and servos whirring plus hydraulics hissing as a handful of humanoids emerged. Friend or foe he would find out soon enough. Christ, Look at the size of them! The heavy armored men/alien spread out forming a new perimeter, leaving one of them to walk towards Eric with each step was a loud emphasized Thump!! Not wanting to piss a 7'5 tall human in badass Combat armor, Eric grabbed the massive glove and felt himself being lifted up. Once he was proper, the same Heavy Combat armored guy spoke. It sounded more like . One of them walked up to one of the dead bodies and inspected a random assault rifle, the troubling thing was that the way that being handled the weapons was as if encountering the Avenger Assault rifle for the very first time.'These guys are definitely not from around here.' Thought Eric mentally. Eric, fidgeted with his hands as his eyes fell on the oversized rifle in the dreadnought's other hand. Just want answers, we're not around here, hell, we just got here as a matter of fact.? Neither party noticed inhabitants running for shelter as storm clouds rolled in. Without warning globules of rain fell, sticking onto Eric's clothing, shoes, everywhere. The guys in power armor stood still, visors shut to keep the rain out. The one who addressed him earlier on spoke up. His voice gravelly due to the suit's audio speakers. Only kind that does are either morons or crazy, either way they end up fragged. So which one are you? Franklin Toretto, War Pigs Sergeant First Class. Thanks, again Franklin uh, sir, for saving my life. Though this Eric mentioned them cat- aliens, the Turians, still held grudges against humanity for the First Contact war, and the humans, them. Falks was gonna have to do a bit more researching on that, and judging by the fact nobody knows what a CMC- Power Suit is, they must've been transported to somewhere FAR, FAR, FAR away in the galaxy where humans and a conglomeration of Xenos live together in peace all the while oblivious to the Zerg ,Protoss and the Terrans duking it out in the K- Sector. Savchenko, the squad leader of Alpha, came up to Falks, his C- 1. Avengers and Mattock Assault rifles neatly folded. These weapons could come in handy, although they're way too small for the War Pigs' trigger fingers, they might be useful in funneling cash for whatever base of operations the War Pigs wish to establish in this new place.! Plus, you haven't told me where ya' guys from. But i think they can wait on us a while longer, some of my guys are wounded though. Judging from their tech, he shuddered what kind of foe could actually put the hurt on thees guys. Without further delay, Eric then activated his omni- tool, to send a message to the Board Of Directors their package would be delayed, he realised the War Pigs were now staring at him, no, his Omni- Tool as if never seen one before.! How the hell do you think we're supposed to know what an Omni- Tool is!? No.. i get it you guys aren't even from this galaxy. Maybe, once I'm safe and the briefcase is no longer my concern, maybe I can get the bosses acquire and you and you boys an Omni- Tool, assuming it syncs with your armor and all. Just as he and his compatriots were about to leave, one of the dead Blue sun's trooper's Comm crackled and fizzed, it was in a Turian dialect, so to the War Pigs it sounded nothing more than garbled shit but Eric had an Omni- Tool and with it's translator technology, he understood every word said which that made his eyes widen in fear. Now!. More Blue Suns on the way! The moment Blue Sun reinforcements showed up guns blazing, every soul, human, alien began fleeing for their lives. These men have killed for less so it wasn't a priority if civillians were killed in the skirmish.! Left side, second building, Entrance, engage! They were relatively unharmed if not suffering from heavy concussion. They would be out of the fight for now. And said operative was seen on the floor in shock rubbing his head where the round had hit.'Personal shields? Damn, they really got the fancy shit.' Thought Franklin as his shots missed their marks, the agile streamlined figures that were the Blue Suns would pop out of cover, snap off some shots before hunkering down, thankfully, not even mass accelerated shots could penetrate thick neo- steel plating. It served nothing more than pissing the War Pigs off. Falks reloaded before whaling away at the Suns, his C- 1. C- 1. 4s going off. Blue Suns were in the buildings, the streets, behind cars, everywhere! The War Pigs put up one helluva fight however, they wouldn't go down this easy, compared to the Zerg, Protoss and other merc groups, these shitheads were peanut shavings. Even though with the advantage of kinetic barriers, the 8mm depleted uranium and other custom fabricated spikes proved to be fatal nontheless, tearing away shielding at frightening speed, ripping flesh and limbs off as targets died in a painful, bloody and gory death. When it looked as though the War Pigs were winning, more hostile reinforcements quickly replenished the ranks of the fallen and soon the War Pigs were pushed back deeper into the alley, with a cowering Eric Walter at the back.! Donelly, Sheen, gimme' suppressing fire on those 2 Tangos by the verandah! Falks overturned the nearby dumpster, or at least he think it was, and used it as makeshift cover, up until now he still didn't know what the fuck happened, how or why. Gunfire was erupting all around him, Blue Suns, of course he couldn't be bothered by their names so he dubbed them blue bastards, were pinning him down.! Break off 2 guys and flank their side, we're getting our asses handed in a fucking pina colata! The Suns were all too preoccupied in shooting the shit out of their strange adversaries, they never saw 2 armored figures tossing grenades into their midst till it was too late. WHUMP! The explosives detonated and a fresh batch of screams pierced the cacophony of gunfire. Blue Suns were thrown in dissarray, some of their units shifting and breaking cover to protect their exposed flanks against Dreddovich and Hans. And the sniper was looking right at him! Sav raised his rifle to cut him down, just as the sniper raised his, and before both the hostile or Sev could fire, the sniper was riddled by hundreds of spikes. Chunks of armor and meat fell out of the sky. Sev looked to his left and saw Donnelly giving him the thumbs up. Sev replied a middle finger at the merc for stealing his kill. As good as a squad of War Pigs are, it really never hurts to call in reinforcements of your own when outnumbered. Yeah, the Pigs were outnumbered 3 to 1, but they sure as hell weren't outgunned. Delta stayed behind to watch the wounded. We ran into some new friends, sir, they're with us for the ride temporarily. Guess what, we got a job, War Pigs are back!? Falks had to get flat on the ground as hostiles had deployed RPG crewmen at the tops of nearby buildings, his HUD displayed everyone still breathing and targeting systems were already locking onto the new adversaries. Someone yelled over the comms. And with the sudden increase in War Pigs numbers, the morale for the Suns dropped dramatically. To add salt to the fucking wound, Aria's men were on their side. Immediately the Blue Suns channel was flooded with requests to pull back, forget these damn power armored guys, it was not a smart move to go against Aria.'Freelancers,' thought Falks as he watched one of the cat- aliens or Turian, as they call themselves, toss a grenade which proved to be the fragmentation variant, flush out a couple of shooters behind a damaged vehicle. Finally, after more effort was put into the ass- kicking, the Blue Suns began retreating. Finally figuring out that one man and a briefcase is not a cause worth dying for, maybe if the reward was higher, they'd have stayed a bit longer. As everyone recollected themselves, a pale faced Eric came shambling out, hyperventilating, briefcase in hand, pistol in the other. Eric Krestel was still sitting on the pavement, taking deep breaths thinking that he had just tangoed with death and survived. All the while oblivious to the situation unfolding. You might as well fight naked when taking on a power armored monstrosity when all you have a skin- suit and flimsy kinetic barriers. Good question, just who is Aria?? This is Omega, and on Omega, Aria's word is law. Omega is Aria, and Aria is Omega, don't you forget that. And there still was the issue of wounded. As if sensing that, the same human merc spoke out. Eric tagged along, for protection under his unofficial security force. The wounded stayed behind with Aria's boys. The War Pigs could only stare in wonder before the building before them, people and races from all walks of life were impatiently waiting outside to get in, the bouncer was a Krogan, and he felt the urge to go against his duty as bouncer and fight one of those armored forms as they came up to him, these guys would make a good sparing buddy. They had both size and intimidation, something a Krogan would see as potential fos. But upon seeing they were escorted by Aria's boys behind, he gave a nod at them, and let them pass, causing a wave of protests from the people in queue.? And that hulk of a monster they saw working as a bouncer slightly taller than a marine.
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