[Through some stroke of luck Shepard has avoided capture long enough to follow a group of guards to what she hopes is whatever is controlling these poor people. What she ends up coming on is a familiar face of one of the Tranquility's passengers being dragged towards an ominous door.
Taking a split second to analyze tactical advantage, and seeing what those cattleprods could do, she draws her machine pistol and steps out of the alley she'd been skirting along.
The guards don't see her at first, too focused on Topher and his escape attempt. This gives her ample time for her biotics to flare, a slightly perceptible blue aura surrounding her, before she jerks her arm up and two biotic spheres fly from her left hand, arching across the street and hitting the two guards scrambling to subdue Topher, yanking them off their feet and sending them spiralling several feet away.
Now, they notice her. She slams the butt of her pistol into a third guard's head, dodging his cattleprod as she runs to close the space between her and their downed prey.]
Hey! Can you stand?
[She skids to a stop, holding one arm out to Topher to help him up if needed while watching the guards circling. She lays a spray of automatic pistol fire down at their feet, slowing them briefly but not stopping their regroup. She doesn't want to hurt any of them, they're doing what they've been programmed to, and that isn't their fault. Still, survival is generally a priority.]
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Taking a split second to analyze tactical advantage, and seeing what those cattleprods could do, she draws her machine pistol and steps out of the alley she'd been skirting along.
The guards don't see her at first, too focused on Topher and his escape attempt. This gives her ample time for her biotics to flare, a slightly perceptible blue aura surrounding her, before she jerks her arm up and two biotic spheres fly from her left hand, arching across the street and hitting the two guards scrambling to subdue Topher, yanking them off their feet and sending them spiralling several feet away.
Now, they notice her. She slams the butt of her pistol into a third guard's head, dodging his cattleprod as she runs to close the space between her and their downed prey.]
Hey! Can you stand?
[She skids to a stop, holding one arm out to Topher to help him up if needed while watching the guards circling. She lays a spray of automatic pistol fire down at their feet, slowing them briefly but not stopping their regroup. She doesn't want to hurt any of them, they're doing what they've been programmed to, and that isn't their fault. Still, survival is generally a priority.]