04-04-2014
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Gates, Harris, and Hardenburg all made their way to the transport. It was only a matter of time before they were given clearance to dock with Omega. On the way there, Hardenburg and Harris traded out their Alliance armor with unmarked armor. That way they could just pretend to be a band of misfits to anyone on Omega, but if needed, Gates could prove his Alliance-connections through a little show with his omni-tool.
The three entered the transport.
Gates: Harris, you know how to fly, right?
Harris nodded and entered the pilots seat. Hardenburg took a seat, while Gates hung onto the bar overhead. Moments later, Linda's voice filled the transport.
Linda: You three are clear to go. I will send you our coordinates so you can return to us when necessary. Inform me of anything major.
Gates: You heard her Harris, let's get a move on.
Harris nodded and in a few seconds they were headed towards Omega. Gates turned to Hardenburg.
Gates: So, LT. What's your story?
Grace: Born on Earth, military-bred family. Went in at eighteen. Had a surprising ability for biotics, been trainig with it ever since.
Harris laughed in the cockpit and Gates turned to cock an eyebrow.
Harris: No offense Grace, but your "surprising ability for biotics" saved the lives of fifty Alliance soldiers, including myself. So, it's a bit more than that.
Gates turned back to Grace and smirked.
Gates: That true?
Grace nodded.
Grace: It was a long time ago, but once I did that, that douche wouldn't leave my side.
Gates and Harris both laughed.
Harris: A demolitions expert and a biotic expert together! Shit, that team is going places.
Gates smiled and nodded.
Gates: Well, I can agree on that.
Gates turned to the cockpit when he heard the radio spike with transmission from Omega.
Gates: What's going on, Harris?
Harris pressed a few buttons and lifted his hand to his ear.
Harris: Omega is in full anarchy, sir. Humans are getting captured, gangs are killing each other, and residential homes are being ransacked. If we dock, we dock fighting.
Gates nodded.
Gates: Dock us. Grace, get ready, repel anyone near this transport when we dock. I'll cover you and give Harris time to get ready for a fight.
Grace nodded and stood, flaring her biotics.
Harris: 60 seconds.
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