As they approach the platform, they begin to overhear the faint sounds of speech.

"-doing here, Saren? I have this mission under control. Not that it's not good to see you."

Oh, great, multiple people beat them here.

Terentin wants to radio in and interrupt the conversation but that's not 'necessary use only', so the posse will just head on in on foot. Trek, trek.

"The Council thought you could use a little help on this one, Nihlus. Why don't you just... relax, and tell me about the situation on the ground?"

"It's... not great. We weren't expecting the geth, and that means we're missing something. Unless - is there something the Council wasn't telling me? Is Sparatus or Tevos pulling some kind of mindfuck?"

"No! That's not what's going on. You always were a paranoid cloaca, Nihlus, don't get ahead of yourself."

Nihlus chuckles reluctantly. "There's something you're not telling me, though. I've known you fifteen years, Arterius, and frankly, you couldn't tag me with a paintball from heavy cover."

"You'd be surprised," Saren says softly.

There's a quiet pwip! sound, a splatter, then a thud as something heavy hits the sheet metal floor of the platform.

Then, footsteps, walking away.

Commander Terentin knows what that sound is.

"Watch my back," she breathes to her team, before she's off like a shot. Saren, whoever that is, hears footsteps in turn.

Nihlus' body is lying in a spreading pool of cobalt blood, and Saren is walking towards the monorail itself, but he turns and raises his pistol when he hears her on the stairs up to the platform.

"You? You were supposed to be - ugh. Humans and your fucking endurance predation. I don't have time for this."

She can make it quick.

The human racing towards him vanishes, though her pulsing footfalls against the sheet metal don't.

Saren's eyes narrow. He makes a sharp gesture, and a wave of biotic energy so pale it's almost silver pulses violently outward from his body.

Biotics should really have to wear special uniforms. Hats, maybe.

Commander Terentin is knocked into the air, and the violence her shield experiences is, well, pretty harrowing. The pain that's going to shoot up her knees as she lands in just a moment will confirm that her active defenses are down for the count. Hopefully her backup in right behind her.

But that's all happening later. Right now, hanging about four or five feet off the ground, what's happening is that she has the sights of her heavy pistol right... over... the bastard's chest. As her tactical cloak reluctantly fades and light starts hitting her again, Terentin hurtles towards the ground, firing.

The bullets hiss against his shields. He raises his own pistol -

- and a bolt of furious blue energy blasts into him, knocking him off-balance, and resolves into an equally furious Zanna. She slices and swipes at him with her omni-blades, leaving scratches in his heavy armor.

Saren hisses with irritation, makes another gesture, and flings Zanna into a metal wall. He raises his pistol again -

- but it screeches as it overheats, and a second later his shielding flashes into nothing with a burst of electricity.

Mort swears rapidly and fluently under his breath and fires off a plasma blast.

Saren lets out an avian shriek of rage as the plasma chars his armor and his metallic scales. "You - fucking - HUMANS!" he snarls as he hits Mort with an overload and a plasma burst of his own. "I have shit to DO!"

CRASH as two hundred pounds of space naval commander plus armor plus weapons comes down on the workaday surface of the monorail platform. Mostly on her knees. Ouch.

So it's through gritted teeth that she hauls all of that into a more elegant crouch, and keeps firing. He can complain all he wants. There's three of them and one of him.

Well, Mort's actually on fire right now.

Zanna pulls herself back onto her feet and flings herself back at Saren, only to be batted aside again.

Saren presses a button on his suit, and his shields spring back up.

Then he glares at Teddy, and gestures, and she can feel every atom of her body coming apart.

Well then. Agony. She keeps smashing into the floor, why the hell did they make it out of sheet metal. And upside-down. And inky black.

She wakes up to the feeling of medi-gel, cool and soothing and blessedly numbing, filtering through the capillary system in her hardsuit to her abused joints and nerve endings. 

Also, Morty is shaking her shoulder gently, which still kind of hurts because, while every nerve in her body is no longer firing at once, she can definitely tell that they were very recently doing so.

"-hear me, Commander? We need to get moving, there's not much time."

Hey, he's not on fire anymore. Good sign.

Additional hauling, less elegant this time. Just as effective. She's up. Big mysterious dickhead couldn't even kill her.

"Point me," she says, since the world is rolling under her a little and her internal compass is spinning. Ah, blood, that old taste.

Zanna's pitching a bit. "Good, you made it. Wouldn't want you to miss all the fun."