Mass Effect : Paragon Lost

All said and done,

its gonna come down to a handful

of decisions we make out here...

Well, who we are has always

been defined by what we do.

How is this different from any other time?

Out here, our choices

affect not only our lives,

but the lives of all the people

weve sworn to protect.

We can only hope...

...we make the right ones.

Breaking into

"Mission A," altitude, 8,000.

Atmospheric pressure, zero-point-eight.

Thats our cue, Marines.

Gear up. Prep for drop.

Ah-oh, yeah!

Lookin good in that armor, Kamille!

You know nothin gets me hot

like seein you go commando.

Seriously...?

Careful, Essex-youre gonna

make your hand jealous.

Heh.

No worries, babe.

Shes your second biggest fan.

And she knows how to party.

Heh...

And-strike fifty.

Well, whatever else happens today,

at least we cant get shot down

any worse than that, am I right?

Yo, Nicky.

You okay, kid?

Yeah, hes fine. Hess just ready

for some action. Arenttt ya?

You seen any sign of

that tactical package yet?

Still waiting on it. Our omnis

are synched and linked...

...but theres nothing in the

way of mission specs so far.

Makes me uneasy. Does Command

usually wait for the last possible minute

to tell us who the enemy is, sir?

Seems weird.

Ya gotta be ready for anything.

Like Commander Shephard always said,

nothing is ever simple.

Damn, vega, sucks for you

that Shepards dead...

You two would have made

a really cute couple.

You think I'm ashamed to show respect

for someone who saved billions of lives?

I'm proud to follow that example.

Laugh it up all you want, pretty boy.

I know who my heroes are.

Okay, someones a little defensive...

Whatever, man. You want a hero

to worship, Im right here, baby.

That so?

Attention!

Lets get this straight.

What I see here is a squad...

of highly trained special forces.

But youre not warriors, not yet.

Today we find out what

youre made of, Marines.

Its time to earn that uniform.

Our final Mission specs are in from Command.

Im syncing to your omnis now.

Take a good look.

Let that sink in...

This is what youre up against...

Think tough. Think built

like a brick shithouse.

Thats right, virgins. Your first

dance goes to the Krogan Blood Pack,

the meanest bunch of reptilian

uglies in the Terminus.

Krogan are like walking tanks: theyve got

thick, armored skin, two sets of vital organs-

Relax, Nicky:
just aim for the head.

The bastards are currently laying

siege to our colony on Fehl Prime...

It so happens to be one of our

top pharma processing facilities...

Meds we pull outta this rock cure

our sick kiddies across the galaxy.

Lot of civilians down there...

Sitrep shows the Blood Pack

just outside the perimeter,

hammering the colony K-barriers.

They get in, well be scraping

up colonists for a week...

So-we hit em fast, we hit eem hard:

shuttles strafe their lines.

Then we insert ourselves between

the enemy and their objective,

and vigorously negotiate their defeat.

It wont be easy:
things are getting messy

down there. But thatss why they called us...

Were Alliance Marines, people!

This is what we do! Any questions?

Then whos ready to go

kick some krogan ass?!

Sir! Alliance Marines are, sir! Hoo-rah!

Christine, what should we do?

The Alliance Marines are coming!

Just hold on!

The Barriers down!

Christine!

Im okay.

- Dammit!

- Youre not a soldier: stop taking chances.

No, weve got to hold them off...

Just a little longer!

Brood! Well done: you have

earned your place as my second.

- Sir.

- Now... unleash the vorcha.

Theyre animals...

- Sh*t!

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