Mass Effect Inspired Writings - The Flaggorn Legacy - Part 1 - Green Blood on the Window

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the next installment of Mass Effect Inspired writings. Thought I'd return to these as they're something fun to do when I'm not writing scripts for work or genuinely have nothing to do in the evenings.

So, This time We're leaving the Turian and now following the Korgan. I'll also be using a different writing style for each of the 3 characters that have featured in the last 2 posts, just because I can ...  And Please remember I do not own any of the intellectual property owned by Bioware or the Mass Effect writers, I'm merely someone inspired by them.

There wasn't much time for the Salarian to react, as the force of the shotgun hitting his chest propelled across the room. As it did a wondrous fountain of blood gushing from the pathetic creatures nimble body soaked everything in the room... Including the hostages bound and gagged in the corner. There was no scream, only the thud and crack as the Doctors back hit a side table which, due to the speed in which the Salarian was moving, nearly split him in two as he made contact with it's corner. The only sounds that followed was continued whimpering and the sound of a thermal clip hitting the ground.

"Well", The now rather bored and slightly pissed off Vanguard remarked "How many more of you little toads does Sar'i'too have to slaughter before one of you tells me where are the plans to that weapon!" The weapon, being a new construct which was rather effective at making people explode into lots of tiny pieces and being developed somewhere on a mining world called Millin. However it so happens; that the plans for which, were being traded to leaders of other Mercenary groups on the Citadel ... all of which, were ether now decorating the walls, tied up in the corner or were killed by the Grenade Flaggorn had thrown into the room to cause collateral damage to inspire shock and awe.

All that followed was muffled inaudible cries, forged by ludicrous amounts of fear caused from the mere fact that the chances of any one of them actually escaping being rather thin to say the least.

"What's that?" Flaggorn joked "...Well what ever it was... it didn't quite sound like you were telling me where the plans were... more like you were begging for your lives." He removed the the gag from one of the three remaining leaders, all of which were Salarian.

"Please don't kill us! I'll tell you what ever you want! Just please don't kill me! I have a wife, she needs me, Please I got.."
"SILENCE YOU GIBBERING MEAT-PILE! Before I tear off your head and kick it out the window! Where are the plans?"

"Here, Here! Please, just let me go" The leader squirmed as he handed over a data-slate and flinched as Flaggorn yanked it from his hand.

There was then a silence that would make even an Elcor anxious as the Vanguard opened the data-slate and began to read the contents. Turns out the lab had been moved to one of Millin's moons, which was under heavy guard.

"Thank you Salarian... you may leave..."

"OH! Thank you sir, you have no idea..."

"...OUT THE WINDOW!"

If you've ever asked whether or not a Salarian could fly... the answer is no! First Flaggorn picked up the Mercenary and launched towards the window. Second, the head smashed through the glass pane creating an almighty crash as it shattered and boomed over the top of the little aliens crying and wailing. Next the Salarian began to fall, all the while flailing his arms and legs around and screaming at the top of his lungs. Finally he smashed head first onto an incoming Citadel taxi in mid air as a huge gush of green blood sprayed for meters around.

Flaggorn then quickly executed the remaining Leaders in the room and left, all the while covered in green blood.

This kind of work wasn't Flaggorn's usual gig, after all, he was now working for the N7 initiative and was "representing" his race on the global theatre of war. However this was different, this mission was unlike anything he had done before... this was personal. Flaggorn used to be a rather vocal member of the Blood Pack, he even had the clan's tattoo still on each of his testicles and while with them, he was involved in a mission... a mission that went horribly wrong.

Two years ago word reached The Traverse's largest mercenary factions that a new experimental weapon called "The Kraken" (named after the human mythological giant squid.) The gun, when fired, release eight long streams of plasma which waved across towards it's target. Once these streams reached the target and penetrated into inside the victims circulatory system, they would react with the blood cells inside the arteries and veins making them replicate at such a huge rate the victim would eventually explode. Not only was this a morale damaging display that would terrorise a huge amount of people, but also the plasma streams would only stop travelling until they hit a target's blood. This meant the streams could blast through the hull of a ship, through the walls and not stop until it actually hit a person... as long as the victim was within two miles, by which the energy created would slowly fade out. Needless to say, this turned a gun into a weapon of terror into a weapon of mass destruction, all of which mercenaries could do anything to get hold of.

At a a weapon display, which the Blue suns, Eclipse and Blood Pack were invited to, they were were betrayed. The arms dealer, a Drell going by the nickname "Silence" turned on the mercenaries and used them all as the targets for the demonstration. 

It was a slaughter! Only three people made it out that meeting alive. It was on that day that Flaggorn would promise avenge his fallen comrades as the last mission he would ever do. The last mission before retirement as a bounty hunter. 

Flaggorn quickly stowed away upon a ship that was travelling to Millin. There he would steal a small craft capable of getting him to the moon, drop himself two miles away from the base (out of range of the dangerous Kraken weapon) and approach on foot. There he would kill any guards on the way without raising any alarms, sneak his way into the facility and assassinate the Drell while taking the weapon for himself. At least, that was the plan...

-To be continued-

Thank you for reading this instalment of Mass Effect Inspired Writings. If you have a positive or negative response please let me know... Regardless... I'll catch you next time.