Ascenion of Fallen Angels, Saints thread

[Tolgron]

Garr grinned toothily, rubbing his hands together and nodding his head in acknowledgement. Better not delay then. The quicker he left the faster he could get the first prototypes built and tested. Ancestors knew, there were going to be a lot of bugs to iron out before he could think about setting them up as front line defences.

"I'll get to it immediately then," he said, letting a hint of eagerness creep into his voice. "I'll have the first blueprints and working prototypes sent to you for review as soon as they're ready."

With that the krogan got to his feet, thumping his chest with a clenched fist to the other Saints before turning on his heels and heading to the door. He barely got moving before he had his omnitool's display up, immediately jotting down ideas and calculations regarding the new traps. One thing was for certain. Somebody somewhere at some point in the future was going to be having a really awful and abrupt end to their day.

And Garr would be observing with a critical eye and, hopefully, a satisfied smirk.

[OOC:(Garr to exit, stage left.)]

[actionhero555]

Milibras quietly nodded, as the others finished their remarks. It was good that Viliaris was keeping medical in mind, but it wasn't high on the list. However, it was his job to keep it in everyone's mind. His arrival to the team seemed...odd at best, however, he planned to keep the team alive, at least medically.

Depending on how many medical personnel he had, he could probably put a medic on each team. Or at least keep the medical car on standby. All he knew is that he would be joining the high risk team. As long as the others were prepared, he would help them.

"I'll talk to the medical team. Just let me know when we are ready to move." He quietly got out of his seat and started to leave. He quietly rubbed his injured neck with his claw.

[EnigmaticStranger]

Watching the other Saints exit one by one, Viliaris closed the door after Milibras and sighed to himself. He had certainly cast his chips to the pot, and only time would tell whenever or not his little gamble would pay off. Although he knew that the Saints would die for their cause if necessary, he still felt very nervous about sending some of his closest companions to take the facilities that needed to be taken for Saints to wrestle the rule of new areas of Omega from varying criminal empires. Not that he could have kept them from the danger, but still. When he had originally begun his little crusade against crime, he had never expected to come as far as he had.

No, he had expected to die and take as many scumbags down with him in the flames of his destruction. It would have been glorious, memorable, and ultimately utterly pointless.

And instead he had survived, wading through every gunshot, stab and explosion like a juggernaut and taking countless criminals out before founding the Saints to help him in his quest. And now, against all odds and expectations, not only were they surviving but even turning the tide. It was quite a monumental thought, but it did not make it any less true. They could take on the worst hub of scum and villany the galaxy had to offer and still continue beating the daylights out of anyone that stepped in their way. They could fight all that the criminal empires could throw at them. They could WIN.

But that victory would not come without sacrifices. And all of those would be on his head.

Rubbing his fringe, Viliaris looked again to the window showing him the Seventh Heaven. What would he do if they actually won? Would he remain here to lead things, even given that he himself was remorseless mass slaughterer? Or would he have to remove himself from the society he would build up after he would be done with cleaning out the crime?

That was a question that he did not have an answer to.

But he tended not to think about it too much. After all, there was still much work to be done before Omega could be liberated. But the Saints... They could deliver.

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